Homeschooled - Part 4 (M/g, M/g/b, M/b, inc, oral, anal, ws,
scat)
by Coproman


When I knocked on the door of the Thompsons' apartment late
Monday morning, ten-year-old Lakisha opened it, just as she had
my first time there a week ago; and when she told me that her
mother had already left, I waited for the fourth-grade dropout to
lock the door then took her hand and led her into her mother's
bedroom.  She followed me with no resistance, and when I closed
and locked the door, she quietly sat down on her mother's bed and
just looked at me as I stood in front of her.

For several seconds we stared at each other.  I'm not sure what
Lakisha was seeing but I was looking at a very attractive little
girl.  Dark and skinny, she was wearing a faded orange tee shirt,
yellow pedal pushers (that hugged her cute little hiney very
nicely), and a pair of flip-flops.  She could have been any one
of a thousand other pre-teen black girls living in Harlem but for
her eyes. Light brown, they contrasted so strikingly against her
dark face that they made her look stunning, even a little spooky,
and as she continued to peer at me I felt as though I were being
hypnotized.

"You ain't really a doctor, are you?" she suddenly asked,
breaking my trance.

"You're right," I admitted.  "I'm not."

"I heard you tellin' my mother somethin' 'bout bein' from the
Board of Education."

"Right again."

"So ain't you suppose to be makin' us go to school or somethin'?"

I hesitated before nodding.  "Yes, I am."

"So why you ain't done it yet?"

"Because I decided to just let you guys stay home."

Smirking, she said, "I know why."

"Do you?"

She nodded.

"So tell me."

After hesitating she said, "So you can do nasty stuff to me and
my brothers and sisters."

All I could do was smile.  "You're a smart girl."

Sucking her teeth, she asked, "But we just kids.  Why you wanna
be doin' stuff like that to us instead of our mother?"  She
looked both genuinely confused and more than a little disgusted.

"Well, think of me as a kind of teacher," I said, as I slowly
took off my jacket and tie and loosened my shirt collar.  "Only
instead of math or English or social studies, I teach kids how to
have fun with their bodies."  (Yeah, it was a lame explanation,
and Lakisha's expression let me know just how lame she thought it
was, but I forged ahead anyway.)  "So how do you feel about
learning a few things?"

"I already know how to have fun with my body," she said
defiantly.  "You ain't gotta teach me nothin' about that."

I had my "Convince Lakisha" speech all ready to go, but something
about the look on her face, something in her eyes, told me that
her bravado was just a facade, that as nasty and disgusting as
she thought the things I was doing to her siblings was, she
didn't want to be left out.  So instead of trying to win her
over, I decided to call her bluff.

"Okay," I said, shrugging.  "since you know everything already,
you can go back in your room...and when you get there, tell
Trinette I want to see her."

Sure enough, instead of dashing out the door, Lakisha just sat
there with her mouth open, looking surprised and dismayed that
I'd given in so easily to her defiance.  I could tell that she
wasn't sure what to do or say next.

"Well, go on," I said.  "I don't have all day, you know."

Sliding off the bed, Lakisha took two tentative steps towards the
door, staring at me the whole time, before finally stopping. 
Then she sucked her teeth again and said, "Well...what if I stay?
 What kinda stuff you gonna teach me?"

Knowing I had her, I shook my head.  "No, I'm not going to tell
you up front.  If you stay, you'll just have to trust me."

She hesitated, still staring at me but with her mouth now twisted
to the side.  I could almost feel her frustration.  After several
seconds, she rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth again and,
sighing, turned around, walked back over to the bed, and sat back
down.

"So does this mean you changed your mind?" I asked.

"Maybe."

"Well, this is for giving me such a hard time," I said.

Lunging at the girl, I knocked her backwards on the bed, trapping
her between my knees, and began to tickle her.  At first she
tried to resist, squealing, "No!  Stop!  Offa me!" while
squiggling about to escape the flurry of fingers attacking her. 
But she could neither avoid me nor contain herself for more than
a few seconds before her body betrayed her, upon which she gave
in and began to giggle hysterically.  Only when she was laughing
so hard that tears were coming out of her eyes did I finally
stop.

"So NOW will you let me teach you some things without giving me
the third degree?"

"Okay, okay!" she said between residual hiccups of laughter. 
"Long as I don't hafta be gettin' up to go to no school, you can
teach me all the nasty stuff you want."

"That's better," I said, and I could feel my heart beating
faster.  "So why don't we start off by letting me get a look at
that cute little butt of yours."

Giggling again, Lakisha hopped off the bed and, turning away from
me, stuck her ass out and began to shake it, which by itself was
nearly enough to make me come.

"No, no, no," I said, chuckling as I shook my head.  "You know
better than that. I wanna see some nekkid booty."

Even though I'd tickled my way through her wall, I still expected
Lakisha to act coy, deliberately frustrating my efforts to see
her in the nude and thwarting every move I made to play with her.
 And when, with her back still turned to me, she took forever to
take off her tee shirt and training bra, while constantly smiling
at me over her shoulder, I was sure that this was just the start
of a long calculated cock tease.

But I was wrong.  Apparently the laughter had loosened Lakisha up
more than I thought, because once she was bare from the waist up,
she kicked off her flip-flops and grasped the elastic waistband
of her pedal pushers AND her panties. Then she bent over and
began pushing them both down over her slim hips.  When I got that
first glimpse of her ass crack, I was in heaven; and when she
pushed the pants and underwear all the way down to her thighs,
fully exposing those two perfect little ebony buns, I couldn't
stand it any longer, as I dropped to my knees, grabbed the girl's
pelvis and began to kiss her twin peaks.

"Oooo!" Lakisha cooed.  "You kissin' my BUTT!  You a BUTT
kisser!" and she gave it a little wiggle as I planted smooches
all over it.  "You gonna stick your tongue in my butthole like
you did Trinette?"

Interrupting my hiney-worship, I said, "So she told you, huh?"

"...yep."

I smiled.  "What else did she say?"

"...nothin'."

"Come on," I urged her, giving her another wet peck on each butt
cheek.  "You can tell me."

Still facing away from me, the ten-year-old finished pulling down
her pants and  underwear then casually stepped out them before
saying, "She said she gave you a pair of Rashan's dirty drawers."
 Only now did the girl turn around and look at me.  "What you
want them stink things for, anyway?"

For a moment I couldn't respond.  Seeing the skinny, dark-skinned
tween in the buff--with her little titty bumps and her hairless
twat--had taken my breath away (as I'm sure she knew it would). 
But after clearing my throat, I mumbled, "Well, I was thinking
about buying him a new pair so I needed to see what size he
wore."

"Yeah, right," Lakisha said, smirking again, and I suddenly felt
as if she were reading a sign on my forehead that spelled out in
big bold letters how I had lain in bed for damn near the whole
weekend wearing Rashan's drawers on my face and repeatedly
wanking myself to within a hairsbreadth of an orgasm.

While the ten-year-old continued to smirk at me, I continued to
admire her nude figure before deciding to probe a little further
about what she and her sister had talked about.  "So...was that
ALL Trinette said to you?"

"Nope," said Lakisha, facing away and wiggling her ass at me
again.

"Well, come on.  Spill it.  I want to hear."

Bending over, Lakisha hesitated again before finally saying, "She
said she went to the bathroom in your mouth...and it was number
two."

Again I paused before asking, "And?"

Bending over even farther--far enough for me to get a good look
at her asshole and pussy--Lakisha now peeked at me upside down
through her legs.  But when I glanced down at her our eyes met,
she pulled up just enough to hide her face.  "She said Amanda did
number two in your mouth too."

By now my dick was as hard as a rock as I imagined the two older
sisters discussing every sordid detail of my filthy fetish.  Any
remaining questions I had about how much these sibling shared
with each other had mostly been answered, though I did wonder why
Lakisha still hadn't mentioned anything about my pissing on the
girls or fucking Trinette up the ass.  Maybe Trinette had chosen
to tell her big sister only about certain things we'd done.  But
I couldn't be sure, so I decided to just wait and see if Lakisha
mentioned anything else later on.

"So they really did that to you?" the ten-year-old asked, again
looking at me through her legs as her anus puckered open.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "Well...it depends."

"What you mean?  Depend on what?"

"On who else you plan to tell.  You're not going to spread the
word to the whole world, are you?"

"Nope.  Just me and Trinette be talkin' 'bout stuff."

"Honest?"

"Yep."

I didn't really believe her, but the idea that the kids were
swapping sex experiences didn't bother me all that much, so I
said, "Okay...then, yeah, it's true.  She and Amanda both did a
number two right in my mouth."

Hearing my confirmation, Lakisha stood up, turned around and
stared hard at me, her face twisted into an expression of
disbelief.  "And you ATE it?"

I nodded, smiling at her, and got super-horny when she frowned in
disgust.

"Ewwwwwwww!  You CRAZY!  Why you wanna be eatin' people
doo-doo?!"

But I could tell that her revulsion was about as real as her
sisters' had been when they'd been told about my shit-eating and,
seeing right through her, I said, "Come on, Lakisha, tell the
truth.  You LIKE hearing about nasty stuff like that, don't you?"

"No," she said, but her answer sounded more like a question,
belying her true feelings.  On top of that, she never once shook
her head; she just kept staring at me with that look on her face.
 That's when I knew I had her again: Just like Trinette and
Amanda, she was simply too damned curious about something so
kinky to pass up an opportunity to hear more.  So again I decided
to call her bluff.

"Well, maybe I'm wrong," I admitted.  "Maybe you really DON'T
want to hear about the nasty stuff we did.  So I'll just keep my
mouth shut and--"

"No, I DO," she suddenly piped up, cutting me off.  "I wanna
hear."

Now I was the one smirking.  "Yeah, I thought so.  And I promise
to tell you everything.  But first I want YOU to tell ME
something...about your brother."

"Who?  Darnell?"

"Yeah."

Once again Lakisha sucked her teeth.  "He a little homo."

My ears perked up.  "Why do you say that?"

"'Cause he always be wantin' to put his thing in somebody butt. 
And when I said no and told him he suppose to put it in a girl's
coochie, he said he tried it once with this girl but it got soft
and it wouldn't stay in.  But when she told him he could put it
in her butt, it got hard again, so they did it that way, and he
said it stayed hard the whole time they was doin' it."

Right away I pictured the nine-year-old "pretty boy"--with his
smooth cafe au lait complexion, just-barely-visible freckles and
short reddish-brown afro--pumping away at some faceless girl's
ass, but that girl quickly morphed in Lakisha, and I heard myself
asking, "So does he still want to do you up your butt?"

She squinched up her face.  "Yeah, he be gettin' on my nerve with
that, too, tryin' to tell me how good it feel and everything.  So
I asked him, 'How YOU know it feel good?  Anybody ever did you in
YOUR butt?'"

"And what'd he say?" I asked, so horny in anticipation of her
reply that I was barely able to croak out the question.

"He said yeah 'cause him and his friend Tray used to do each
other when we was still goin' to school.  So I said, 'Well, why
don't you call him and do him in HIS butt?'  And he said he
didn't have his number and wasn't sure where he lived, and he
didn't wanna be goin' 'round school lookin' for him, 'cause
somebody like YOU might catch him and he'd get in trouble."

"So it's MY fault that he keeps askin' to get in YOUR butt, huh?"
I said, giving her a wry smile.

She just smiled back at me and, with her nose crinkling, asked,
"So how it taste?"

"What?"

"You know..."

"Oh, that.  Well, it doesn't have much of a taste, really," I
said.  "But I guess it depends on what you had to eat.  Mostly it
just smells."

"...and how you like it, hard or soft?"

"Kind of hard, because I like the way it feels in my mouth when I
chew it up."

"Yuck!" Lakisha responded, her face in full-frown mode again.  "I
can't believe you be chewin' on a mouth full of doo-doo!"

"Well, I have to if it's thick.  But if it's soft, I can just
swallow it whole."

Still frowning, she paused again then asked, "So how Trinette's
and Mandy's tasted?"

"About the same, but Trinette's was a little chunkier than
Amanda's, so I had to chew hers up more.  Amanda's I was mostly
able to just swallow without chewing."

The intensity of Lakisha's frown told me how disgusting she
thought this whole conversation was, but I could also tell that
her fascination hadn't wavered one bit.

"Don't it make you sick, eatin' it?"

"Not so far."

Again the girl hesitated, this time apparently trying to size me
up, before relaxing her frown a tad and asking, "So...next time
you do it...can I see?"

I chuckled.  "You mean, after all that frowning and 'yuck'ing and
everything, now you want to watch one of your brothers or sisters
take a shit in my mouth?"

With her nose crinkling again, she gave a quick nod.

I pursed my lips and nodded back.  "Sure, we can do that."  Then
I asked, "Anyone's in particular you want to see me eat?"

She didn't answer right away.  Instead her frown became quizzical
as, staring hard at me, she asked, "You like eatin' big ones like
this?"  And she held her hands about 12 to 15 inches apart, which
made my dick twitch.

"Sure."

"And you be eatin' boys' doo-doo, too?"

"Sure."

"Then...I wanna see you eat Darnell's, 'cause he be makin' them
BIG doo-doos."

"How do you know?"

"'Cause I seen 'em.  One time he doo-dooed and forgot to flush
and I had to use the bathroom after him and when I went in there,
I seen this long brown doo-doo all curled up in the toilet, and
it was 'bout this big around," she said, and she made an "okay"
sign with her thumb and pointer, forming a circle about an inch
in diameter.

All of this was making my body tingle and, feeling particularly
nasty, I asked, "But how do you know he ALWAYS makes that much? 
Maybe it was just that once."

"Unh-unnhhh," she sang, shaking her head and smiling.  "It be
like that every time he go.  'Cause when I was lookin' at it that
time, he came back in the bathroom 'cause he remembered he forgot
to flush, and when he seen me lookin' at it, he asked me if I
liked what I saw.  I said, 'No, boy, what's wrong with you?!' 
But he just laughed and said next time he had to go, he was gonna
tell me so I could see, and I just said, 'You crazy!' and I
pushed him out the bathroom and shut the door in his face."

"So did he ever follow through on that?"

"Yeah!" said Lakisha, looking as astonished as she probably did
the day it happened.  "About two days later, we was all in the
livin' room watchin' TV and that crazy boy came over to me and
whispered, 'Guess what I gotta do?'  I looked at him and all he
did was smile, hold up two fingers, and start walkin' out the
room."

"So did you follow him?"

"Not at first.  Then I started thinkin' 'bout if he REALLY had to
go and if he was REALLY gonna let me see, so after while I got
up.  When I got to the bathroom, he was standin' by the door
waitin' for me and said, 'What took you so long?'  I didn't say
nothin', but when he went in the bathroom I went in there with
him."

By now, of course, I was so horny from listening to Lakisha's
story that there was a real danger I would come in my pants
before I even got a chance to mess around with the dark-skinned
girl.  I couldn't believe these two little truants might both
turn out to be budding shit geeks!  But that certainly seemed to
be where her story was headed.  So I took a nice deep breath and
tried to calm myself down before asking her to continue.

"He told me to lock the door, and when I did he pulled his pants
down and sat on the toilet like I wasn't even in there.  Then he
looked up at me and smiled and told me to come closer.  Soon as I
did, he started fartin', then I heard him peein', then right
after that I heard the doo-doo comin' outta his butt and fallin'
in the water.  Then I could smell it, and he musta seen me
frownin',  'cause you know what that crazy boy had the NERVE to
say?"

"What?"

"He say, 'It smell good, don't it?'"

"And what did you say?"

"I said, 'HELL no!  It STINK!'  But all he did was laugh."

"Don't tell me--you either held your nose or just walked out
after that, right?" I asked, hoping I was dead wrong about on
both counts.

"Uhhhh...nope."

"How come?"

She hesitated, staring up at the ceiling, pulling her lips into a
tight smile, and squirming before saying, "I don't know.  I guess
I kinda..like...WANTED to smell it.  Y'know?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling and nodding.  "I DO know."

She giggled.  "I guess you would!  Anyway after he finished
doo-dooing, THEN guess what he asked me."

"What?"

"If I wanted to wipe his stink butt!"

"Honest?"  Now my heart was thumping so hard I swore Lakisha
could hear it as I recalled what I'd asked Trinette to do for
Amanda after she'd taken a shit in my mouth.  "So what'd you
say?"

"What you think?  NO, of course.  So he said 'okay,' then he
reached over and tore off a piece of toilet paper.  But instead
of wipin' his butt with it, he said, 'Here.  Hold this for me'
and gave it to me.  Then he smiled again and said, 'You ready to
see it?' and when I said yeah, he got up."

"So how'd it look?"

"Like it did before--lonnnng, all curled up and 'bout this big
around," Lakisha said, again giving me the inch-wide okay sign. 
"Like I said, he ALWAYS be makin' them big doo-doos."

"So did you guys do anything else, or did he just wipe and
flush?"

"Well, that's what I THOUGHT he was gonna do, but when I tried to
give him back the toilet paper, he wouldn't take it.  He turned
around and bent over!  So I said, 'Boy, didn't I tell you I
wasn't gonna wipe your stink doo-doo butt?!'  But he didn't say
nothin'.  He just put his hands on his knees and stood right
where he was, and I just stood right where I was, lookin' at his
butt.  So both of us was just standing there, so after a while I
said, 'Boy, you CRAZY!' and I stooped down and pulled his butt
open and started wipin' him."

Hearing that, I thought, Wow!  Like younger sister, like older
sister.  I had to take another deep breath to contain myself
before asking, "So what was it like?"

"Nasty!  All this soft, sticky doo-doo was in his butthole, and I
had to get some more toilet paper and wipe him about four or five
times before he was clean.  Then when I was finished and was
lookin' up his butt to make sure I got it all, he had the nerve
to FART right in my face and start laughin'!  I smacked him right
on his butt and said, 'Shoot!  That ain't funny!'  Then when he
turned around, his thing was all hard and stickin' up, and he
asked me if he could do me in my butt, and I said no."

Lakisha went on to say how she had accompanied her brother to the
bathroom several times after that; and every time it was the same
scenario: He would drop a big load, she would wipe his ass, he
would ask to butt fuck her, and she would say no.  But they
hadn't gotten together lately because the last time they did,
their mom had caught them coming out of the bathroom together,
and they weren't sure if she really believed the story they'd
given her of searching the hamper for missing clothes.

"So did you ever let him watch YOU go?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I don't know.  I'd feel...like...kinda funny doin' it in front
of him.  And he never asked me to, neither.  I think mainly he
like ME to watch HIM go.  I think he like seein' me lookin' at it
and smellin' it and, 'specially, wipin' his butt after."

I couldn't think of anything else to say or ask after that, and
there was an uncomfortably long silence between us before
Lakisha, perhaps thinking I was having second thoughts about
offering to serve as her brother's toilet, asked, "So you still
gonna let him doo-doo in your mouth, right?"

"Of course," I said quickly.

"And you still gonna EAT it?"

"Absolutely," I said, and I felt a twitch in both my dick and the
pit of my stomach as I imagined Lakisha gazing rapturously at us
as Darnell dropped a foot-long turd in my mouth and I struggled
to choke it down.  "But only if you promise to let ME watch him
do something to YOU."

"What?" she asked, giving me a wary eye.

"I think you already know," I said.

Sucking her teeth, she whined, "But I don't WANT him puttin' his
thing in my butt."

"Why not?  You scared it's going to hurt?"

"Yeah."

"Well, don't be.  I promise not to let him hurt you.  Besides, I
think it's only fair to give him a little play after he let you
watch him go all those times and you got to wipe him and whatnot,
don't you?"

"But I never ASKED him to do all them nasty things."

"But you liked doing them, didn't you?"

"Ummmm...I guess."

"Okay, then," I said.  "It's settled.  I'll do my thing with him
and you'll do yours.  But that's for later.  First I want to
finish playing with you, so turn around and bend over again."

Giving me a sheepish smile, the girl quickly assumed the
position.  Now, of course, the first thing I thought of was her
staring at Darnell's shitty ass as she was about to wipe it, and
as I again got on my knees behind the ten-year-old I imagined
that SHE had just taken a dump and was waiting for me to clean
HER behind.

"Ooh!" Lakisha gasped when I spread her cheeks and stuck my
tongue up her ass.  To my surprise I found it harder to do this
to her than to any of the other kids.  For some reason her anus
didn't seem to have the natural stretchability that Trinette's
and Rashan's did, so I knew I would have to shelve any plans I
had to ass fuck her.  But I was still getting off on the slight
odor of shit I detected as I slurped at her tight little hole, an
odor that became more distinct the more I licked her; and the
more it filled my nose, the hornier I got.  When I finally
stopped to look inside the girl's anus, I felt her muscles tense
and, just like Darnell had done to her, she farted right in my
face, her anus spitting a fine mist of saliva over my nose and
lips as the smelly gas sputtered out of her puckered hole.

"So am I eatin' the right kinda food, Doctor?" she giggled,
referencing what I'd said to Trinette to explain why I was
smelling her fart.

"I'll let you know."  Spreading Lakisha's asshole open even
wider, I pressed my nose against it and began to seriously sniff
her as she continued to giggle.

"I think I need to eat more beans, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm," I responded, and I imagined a marathon fart session
with the girl in which, after stuffing herself with beans, she
sat on my face and poomped away for hours, forcing me to inhale
noseful after noseful of her stinky ass gas.

After snuffling up as much of Lakisha's fart as I could, I stood
up, picked her up, and laid her face-up on her mother's bed. 
Then I just stood there staring at her.  Her dark, skinny body
looked so small, so vulnerable against the big white sheets of
the unmade queen-sized bed, and this image just turned me on all
the more.

Licking my lips, I pulled Lakisha's legs apart, completely
exposing her hairless slit; then I crouched down, bent over and
gently spread it open, revealing the fresh pinkness of her
ten-year-old vagina.  It contrasted so highly against her dark
skin that I was momentarily mesmerized.  Then I sniffed her down
there and was further excited when the delicately rank odor of
her girlie pee wafted into my nostrils.  After that I gave her a
quick kiss on her clit, making her shudder, then stood up again
and began to undress, carefully removing my shirt then my
undershirt then my shoes and socks before taking off my pants
and, finally, pulling down my briefs, which freed my super-hard
erection.

The whole time I was stripping, Lakisha just lay there quietly
watching me.  Only when my cock sprang out did she react, and
even then there was nothing more than a little gasp and a
widening of her light-brown eyes.  But when I made a move to join
her on the bed, she automatically shrank back and closed her
legs, looking afraid.

"You gonna fuck me?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"...I don't know.  It's gonna hurt?"

"You might feel a little something at first, but it'll go away."

"You sure?  'Cause that thing look mighty big to be goin' in my
coochie without hurtin'."  But then she gave me a knowing smirk
and said, "But I didn't hear no screamin' when you put it in
Trinette's butt, so I guess it'll be okay."

Damn!  Was there NOTHING these kids didn't share?! I asked
myself, and I'm sure Lakisha read this on my face because she
just laughed and said, "I TOLD you we be talkin' 'bout stuff! 
But, tell the truth, I don't think she was gonna say nothin'
'bout that.  But her butthole was hurtin' and she wanted me to
look at it to make sure it wasn't bleedin' or nothing.  And when
I seen how it was all stretched open and red inside, and then I
seen this white stuff in it, I knew what y'all did and I made her
tell me about it."

That Trinette had at least tried to keep our anal encounter a
secret made me feel a little better.  It let me know that the
eight-year-old understood how there were some things that didn't
lend themselves to sharing, even with your older sister.  But I
should have realized how, in addition to leaking come, there
might be other consequences from the trauma her anus had
suffered, so I was grateful that Lakisha was there help her out,
even if she did force her to spill the beans about what we'd
done.

But simply knowing that I'd ass fucked her little sister wasn't
enough for Lakisha; she wanted details:  "So how'd you get that
big ol' thing in her butt, anyway?"

"Well, since she'd just taken a shit in my mouth, she was really
open back there, so it wasn't all that hard to get it in her."

Lakisha frowned as though she were picturing this then just shook
her head.  "Well, I'm not surprised she let you do it, 'cause she
kinda freaky."

"Really?"

"Yep," and again she smirked.  "But you already know that, don't
you?"

I smirked back at her and said, "Maybe.  But what I DON'T know is
how 'freaky' her older sister is."

"Well, why don't you find out," she said, surprising me.

I was on the bed before the sassy girl had a chance to change her
mind.  But this time she did not retreat and actually spread her
legs as I approached her.  Instead of spearing her straight-up, I
lifted the girl's legs, draping them over my shoulders, and stuck
my face back in her pussy.  Again the girlie-piss smell turned me
on, and I immediately sealed my lips over her tween twat and
thrust my tongue inside.

"Ooh!" Lakisha gasped, and her thighs closed like a clam on my
head, squeezing it tight and holding it in place as I sucked away
her virginity.  Every time my tongue brushed across her clit, she
shuddered and made this cute breathy little noise.  Then I began
to probe her slit, pushing my tongue as far inside as I could,
stimulating her into secreting as much pre-come as her immature
gonads would allow.  Only when the smell and taste of it began to
supersede those of her piss did I retreat, prying her thighs
apart enough to slip my head out then pressing them down against
her flat chest as I surveyed her landscape.  Now there was so
much juice leaking out of her that it was oozing down her ass
crack.  It was time.

I considered just keeping Lakisha bent over like a pretzel as I
penetrated her, but I didn't want to go too deep too soon, so I
let her legs drop, spread them apart, and assumed the missionary
position between them, nestling the head of my dick just inside
her smooth pudenda.

"You ready?" I asked.  Despite the ten-year-old's obvious
anxiety, she nodded. After telling her to relax, I began to apply
slow, steady pressure, forcing the crown of my cock against her
hymen, and the more pressure I applied, the more her light-brown
eyes began to close.  Finally my dick finally tore through the
protective membrane.

"Ow!" she winced, shivering as her eyes rolled back to the whites
before closing.  At first I thought she had passed out, but she
hadn't gone limp, and her eyes were so tightly closed that I
realized she was very much still with us and was simply
attempting to get past that initial pain of first entry.  Then I
felt an oozing warmth on my shaft, and I knew right away that it
wasn't just pussy juice but blood as well.

It wasn't long before Lakisha's eyes opened again, but just a
slit, giving me only a glimpse of those light-brown irises, and
as soon as our eyes met, she gave me a dreamy smile very much
like the ones I always got from Trinette after sucking her off. 
Then the ten-year-old threw her arms around my neck, and that's
when I knew everything would be okay.

Giving the girl a peck on the nose, I slowly continued my journey
into her virgin vagina.  Though her smile disappeared and her
expression became more strained the further I ventured inside
her, she never once even hinted that I should stop or pull out. 
Soon enough I felt my balls pressing between her legs, upon which
her body slowly began to relax again.

For the next few minutes I just lay there smiling at Lakisha
while enjoying the feeling of her snug snatch pulsating on my
pole.  It was hard to believe that all eight inches of it were
stuck up inside the pussy of a girl who had yet to reach her
eleventh birthday.  So the stretchability was there after all,
only in a different opening.

"So how does it feel?" I finally asked her.

"At first it hurted, but now it's okay."

I kissed her softly on the lips.  "So...you ready to make some
love?"

Lakisha smiled the sweetest little smile I'd ever seen and
nodded.  Returning her nod, I began to slowly pull my hips back,
carefully withdrawing my cock from her honey pit while again
staring directly into her eyes.  It came out more easily than I
thought it would, and when only the crown was left inside her, I
broke eye contact with the girl just long enough to look
underneath myself and check out our connection.  My shaft was
streaked with a combination of blood, pussy juice, and pre-come,
all of which had mixed together nicely to facilitate my exit. 
Then I felt her twat spasming on my dickhead, as if signaling me
to keep going, and I once again gazed into the ten-year-old's
eyes as I pushed myself back inside her.  After only a few trips
in and out of Lakisha's cunny, it opened up enough for me to
establish a nice little fuck rhythm, and she and I grinned at
each other as I began to ride her.  The girl looked so adorable
that I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her and planting
my lips on hers.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned as I thoroughly explored Lakisha's mouth,
"sword fighting" with her tongue, swabbing her teeth and gums,
and sucking out as much saliva as I could while I pistoned her
pussy.  Then I started thinking about how the roles the two older
sisters were playing in this drama were so different: Trinette
was basically my fuck buddy, someone I could bang up the butt,
piss on and call all kinds of names; but Lakisha was more like my
lover, someone to kiss and be gentle and tender with, and I could
easily see myself falling for her.  A vision flashed through my
head of the two of us standing side by side at the altar before a
very surprised preacher, I wearing a fancy tuxedo while my
ten-year-old fiancée wore a wedding dress whose billows of white
nearly swallowed her four-and-half-foot figure.  What a couple
we'd make!  "I now declare you man and wife.  You may kiss the
bride...and then you may take her to school."

"Oooooohh!" Lakisha suddenly moaned, closing her eyes, and I
could tell by the way her body trembled and her vagina began to
suck at my shaft that she was having an orgasm, probably her very
first, though I refused to make any assumptions.  For all I knew
every time she'd walked out of the bathroom after watching her
brother shit, she'd fingered herself to a climax.  I was sure,
though, that this was her first orgasm through intercourse, and
the very fact that she was able to come with no stimulation other
than my dick sliding in and out of her pussy put her way ahead of
females three times her age.

"You okay, Baby?" I asked.

Smiling another sweet smile, she opened her eyes just enough to
see me, nodded, gave my neck a little squeeze, then closed them
again.  I continued to stare at her while thinking how very, very
special it was to deflower a little virgin on her mama's bed.  A
part of me wished Miss Thompson had been there to witness it. 
But I wanted someone else in the room even more.  And that person
needed to come in before I shot my load.  So I slowed down my
strokes until I eventually came to rest with my dick all the way
inside Lakisha, upon which she opened her eyes again to see me
smiling at her.

"Hey, let's call Darnell so we can do a sandwich?" I said.

"A what?" she asked, looking confused.

"A sex sandwich.  You know--when a girl has one dick in her pussy
and the other one in her ass."

"Ewwwwww!" she squealed, frowning and giggling at the same time.
"That's NASTY!"

"I know, but it's fun.  So you want to try it?"

"Ummmm...I don't know."

"Come on," I pressed.  "You said you'd let him do you.  You
didn't change your mind, did you?"

"No...but you didn't say nothin' 'bout both of y'all doin' me at
the same time."

"That's because I didn't think about it until just now.  But you
have to admit it sounds pretty cool, right?"

"I guess."

"So...?"

After another long pause, Lakisha finally relented.  "Okay...but
if it hurt, you gonna make him take it out, right?"

"Right," I said.  "I promise."  But even as I was saying it, I
knew full well that I had no intention of keeping that promise
since I was determined to have this girl lose her virginity in
both holes today, and if I couldn't get my dick in her ass,
Darnell certainly could.  "So you ready to call him?"

"Yeah, but he can't get in.  The door's locked."

"Well, we can take care of that right now.  Hold on to me. 
Tight."

Right away Lakisha locked her arms around my neck, and when I
slipped my hands under her and began to lift her up, she
understood what I was trying to do and quickly clamped her legs
around my waist to help me do it.  With the girl clinging to me,
I maneuvered around until we were off the bed and standing in
front of it with my dick still throbbing inside her tight little
box.

Satisfied that the ten-year-old was securely skewered on my cock,
I walked us over to the door, unlocked it, then walked us back to
the bed, where I flopped onto my back in a spot directly opposite
the door, so the first thing Darnell would see when he came in
was his sister's black ass and my hard brown cock planted deep in
her pussy.  It would be a more-than-obvious invitation for him to
finally do what he'd been begging to do for so long.

"You ready?" I asked Lakisha.

"I guess."

"So go ahead and call him."

After squinching her face one more time, she yelled,
"Dar-nellll!!"

"What?" came his immediate response.

"Come here a minute!  I wanna show you somethin'!  I'm in Ma's
room!"

"Okay!"

Then we waited, and I kept my eyes trained on the door because I
was eager to catch the boy's reaction upon seeing us.

Well, all I can say is, when the door suddenly opened, the look
on Darnell's face was priceless.  His light-brown eyes popped
open and his jaw dropped as he just stood there so stunned he
couldn't move.

"Oh, shit!" he said.

"Close the door and come over here," I said.

As if awakening from a trance, the nine-year-old blinked then
quickly turned to close and lock the door.  His look of shock
morphed into a knowing smile as he slowly approached us,
crouching down, bending over and cocking his head to the side to
get a good look at our connection from several different angles.

"Lakisha told me what you've been wanting to do to her and how
she always said no," I explained.  "Well, guess what?  Today I
got her to say yes."

"For REAL?!" he asked, his voice and face both full of
excitement.

"Yep," I said, imitating Lakisha.  "So get those clothes off and
get that dick in her booty."

"Oh, shit!" the boy said again, and he scrambled to undress,
tossing his clothes all over the floor.  In seconds he had taken
off every stitch and just stood there grinning, a little
light-skinned Adonis with his three-and-a-half-inch pecker
proudly pointing at the ceiling.

Lakisha looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Boy, you
better not hurt me with that thing."

I motioned to Darnell then palmed Lakisha's buns and gently
spread them apart, exposing her spit-soaked anus.  Climbing on
top of his sister, he balanced himself with one hand while
grasping the base of his pecker with the other.  Then he aimed
and pushed.

"Ouch!" Lakisha yelped as the head of the boy's cock breached her
anal sphincter.  Instantly her pussy--and every other muscle in
her body, it seemed--tightened up.  "That shit HURT!"

"Hold up, Darnell," I said.  Lifting my head, I kissed Lakisha
gently on the lips.  "It's okay.  Just relax and push out like
you're taking a shit.  It'll slide right in.  I promise."

She looked at me skeptically but said okay and took a nice deep
breath.  As she exhaled, I could feel the tension drain out of
her body, upon which I gave Darnell a nod and moved my hands out
of his way.  He eased himself down and, two seconds later, his
erection was fully ensheathed in his sister's anus.

"See?" I said to Lakisha, as I now grasped her brother's buns to
hold the three of us together.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It's all in?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Darnell rasped.  "And it feel DAMN good!  How it feel to
you, Kisha?"

"Terrible."

Smiling, Darnell looked at me and explained, "That means 'good'
in Kisha-Talk," and when I looked at Lakisha and she smirked and
rolled her eyes, I knew he was telling the truth.

"Okay, guys," I said, assuming the role of director.  "Let's all
just lie here a little while till we get used to each other;
then, Darnell, you and I are going to have to coordinate our
efforts to maintain a solid connection."  When the boy looked at
me with a blank expression, I smiled and said, "I mean, we're
going to have to be careful how we move when we fuck her so dicks
will stay inside her."  This time the boy nodded and said okay.

At first I kept still while Darnell did the fucking.  In his
eagerness, he moved a little too fast, causing Lakisha to wince
and complain, but the nine-year-old was a quick study and in no
time was stroking in and out of his sister's asshole at a pace
comfortable for the both of them.  And I could feel the little
fucker's every move, as he repeatedly shoved Lakisha's body
against mine, our dicks rubbed together inside her, and his butt
muscles flexed in my hands.

At the same time Lakisha was stimulating us even more simply by
reacting to the pleasure that her moans told me she was
experiencing.  So her anal sphincter clenched her brother's slim
shaft while her vaginal muscles clutched my thick tool, and it
was all apparently happening totally without any awareness on her
part.

"Damn, Kisha!" Darnell panted as he pumped her rump.  "I KNEW you
had some good booty!  That's why I been wantin' to get some off
you for so long!"

"Yeah, right," Lakisha said dismissively.  "Even if I had the
worst booty in the whole wide world, you still woulda wanted it."

"Yeah, prob'ly," Darnell admitted with a chuckle, and I was
amused at how casually the two of them were conversing,
considering what we were all doing.

As Darnell began to ass-fuck Lakisha more vigorously, I hugged
his hiney even tighter to make sure he didn't accidentally pull
all the way out of her.  And as I held him, I became more and
more curious about his own anus, so curious I couldn't resist the
impulse to check it out.  So I edged my middle finger over to his
ass crack and just touched his puckering hole; then I pressed it,
allowing my fingertip to ride on top of it as his buns continued
to buck; finally, on one of his out-strokes, I poked about an
inch worth of finger inside him, just up to that first little
knuckle.

"Ahh!" the boy gasped, as the tip of my finger sank into his
sphincter.  But the anal intrusion was not enough to stop him
from fucking his sister.  Indeed, it seemed to heighten his
enjoyment, because he began to hump her even harder, his hairless
crotch slapping loudly against her firmly packed booty as he
dicked her tight little doo-doo hole.

Naturally I wanted this virgin double-fuck to go on forever.  But
I was pretty sure that Darnell had no experience in delaying his
orgasm, and since I had already delayed mine for so long, I knew
that Climax City was right around the corner for both of us. 
Sure enough, within only minutes of sandwiching the saucy little
black girl, Darnell and I were speeding over the finish line.

"Shit!  I'm coming!" I grunted, rapidly upthrusting my hips and
causing Lakisha to wince as my dickhead jammed against her
ten-year-old cervix.

"Me too!" Darnell panted.  "I'm gonna shoot!" And his butt
bounced through a few more quick strokes before he thrust forward
and, shivering, plastered his chest against Lakisha's back.

"Take it, girl!" I yelled, stiffening, and as I too began to
shake, I clutched Darnell's ass as hard as I could while lifting
mine to maximize our penetration of Lakisha's deflowered holes. 
"Take our fucking come right in your pussy and ass!"

My orgasm was so intense it was almost painful as I shot stream
after stream of hot semen into Lakisha's immature snatch while
enjoying the feeling of Darnell's boner throbbing wildly right
next to mine in her shithole.  And when Lakisha also moaned,
began to tremble and her cunt started to spasm like crazy on my
rod, I was happy to know that her brother and I were able to
carry her with us through her own orgasm.

Afterwards we all just lay there breathing heavily, slowly
drifting back to earth.  In the midst of this recovery I realized
that Lakisha wasn't the only one who'd been penetrated, as more
than half of my middle finger was now buried in Darnell's anus. 
I was so into my orgasm that I didn't even remember thrusting it
in him past the second knuckle; and he was apparently so into his
that having my finger up his ass didn't faze him.  In any case,
the feeling of the boy's hot hole throbbing on my finger--along
with the fact that I seemed to be touching something warm and
sticky inside him--was a wonderful bonus to shooting my load in
his sister's twat.

As we continued to lie there, the weight of the two kids, which
had been so comfortable on top of me while we were having sex,
was becoming more and more oppressive, but I was reluctant to
disturb them.  Fortunately I wasn't the only one whose level of
tolerance was returning to normal.

"Get offa me, boy!" Lakisha squawked, hunching Darnell in his
side.  "You heavy!"

"Okay, okay," he said, and as I pulled my finger out of his
asshole, he pulled his prick out of hers, after which he rolled
onto his back, revealing the tiny dollop of light-brown shit
clinging to his glans.  Now that only the skinny ten-year-old was
on top of me, I was able to take a nice deep breath, hugging her
butt again as I did so.

"So, girl, how'd you like being the meat in our little sandwich?"
I asked.

Looking me straight in the eye, she gave me a crooked smile. 
"Y'all nasty."

"Yeah, and we ain't the only ones, neither," Darnell responded.

"You need to shut your mouth, boy," Lakisha said, giggling,
"'cause it if wasn't for Mr. Doctor, you wouldn'ta GOT no butt."

"But tell the truth--you LIKED it, didn't you?" Darnell asked.

"Maybe I did and maybe I didn't," said Lakisha.  "But I know you
better stop gettin' on my nerve about it or I bet you won't bet
gettin' no MORE butt no time soon."

"Okay, I'm sorry; I'll shut up," Darnell chuckled, MORE than
willing to back off.  "But can I just see if I made any sperms in
there?"

"...yeah, I guess," she said.

Moving my hands, I surrendered Lakisha's ass to Darnell long
enough for him to spread open her anus and peer inside.

"Oooooo!" he crooned.  "I see some white stuff in there!"

"Stop lyin'," Lakisha casually said, not even bothering to turn
her head.

"I'm NOT lyin'.  If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Doctor to
look."

"You want me to check?" I asked her.

"If you want to.  But I know he lyin', 'cause he ain't old enough
to be makin' no sperms yet."

Curious to see if Lakisha was right (while hoping she was wrong),
I turned us onto our sides and slowly pulled my hips back,
withdrawing my shrunken cock from the girl's very wet, very tight
box.  When it finally "shlurrrrp"ed out, I climbed over her and
maneuvered around until her ass was in my face.  After first
sniffing then sucking the finger that had been planted in
Darnell's asshole, I suggested that while I was checking out her
butt, he should show his sister how much he appreciated what
she'd allowed him to do by licking my come out of her pussy.  I
was surprised when, without hesitating, the nine-year-old scooted
over and stuck his face between the girl's legs.

"Oooh!" she gasped, grabbing her brother's head as he began to
suck eagerly at her splooge-sopping cunt.  I could tell right
away that this boy was a natural-born creampie eater, and judging
by the way Lakisha was reacting to whatever he was doing to her
with his lips and tongue, he was going to make a lot of little
girls very happy before he even made it to the creampie-eating
stage of his life.

Meanwhile I had spread Lakisha's asshole open to investigate
Darnell's claim, and I was surprised to see that the little
fucker had been telling the truth after all: Lakisha's anus was
full of spunk.  No, it wasn't overflowing, but there was still an
impressive amount, enough for me to understand that this boy had
reached a sexual milestone a lot earlier than most boys his age
do (and to realize how that creampie-eating stage might come
sooner than I thought).

"Guess what, Lakisha."

"What?"

"Your little brother really CAN make babies."

"Really?"

"I TOLD you," Darnell said, momentarily coming up for air.

"Okay, my bad," Lakisha conceded.  "Tell the truth, it DO feel
kinda mushy back there."

"That's all my sperms swimming around in your butthole!" Darnell
snickered.

While I couldn't see whatever look Lakisha gave her brother, I
knew from the sudden movement followed by a "mmph!" that she had
grabbed his head and pulled his face back into her pussy.  I took
that as my cue to do to Darnell's sperm what he was doing to
mine.  After all, we couldn't have all those fresh young "sperms"
swimming around in her butthole, could we?  So, spreading the
girl's ebony buns apart a little wider, I dove in and drove my
tongue up her ass.

"Shit!" she cried out, shuddering; then all the talking stopped
and the only sounds that could be heard were slurping and moaning
as Darnell and I searched out each other's come from Lakisha's
two most private places.  We turned the girl on so much doing
this that after only a couple of minutes her body trembled
through another orgasm, giving her little brother even more to
swallow.

By the time Darnell and I were done, Lakisha had the cleanest
pussy and asshole on the planet.  Darnell's lips looked so red
and luscious covered with my spunk and Lakisha's pussy juice that
I wanted to lean over and kiss him.  But I didn't want to freak
him out by being so spontaneous, so I held back.  Lakisha must've
either read my mind or been thinking the same thing, though,
because before I had time to miss what I hadn't done, she said:

"I think y'all need to kiss each other's spermy lips!"  And she
sat back and waited.

Darnell and I looked at each other, and I was surprised to see
him smiling and blushing.  He didn't seem to have the slightest
reluctance about kissing another male, as he immediately closed
his eyes, puckered up and leaned toward me.  Catching the boy's
face in my hands, I steadied his head, and planted my lips on
his.  He further surprised me by not resisting at all, not even
when I snaked my tongue in his mouth.

"Ewwwwww!" Lakisha giggled,  "Y'all look like HOMOS, kissin' like
that!"

Ignoring the girl's comment (or perhaps spurred on by it),
Darnell and I kept kissing until, after a full minute, he pushed
away from me.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Nothin'.  I just gotta go."

"Go where?"

"To the bathroom.  That's where I was goin' when Kisha called
me."

"So you have to pee?" I asked.

Darnell hesitated and, smirking at Lakisha, said, "Well, that's
ONE thing I gotta do."

Right away my heart began to beat faster and my dick began to get
hard again as I suddenly realized that I hadn't been imagining
things:  My finger had indeed been touching a turd inside his
asshole!

"Hey, Kisha, why don't you come with me.  I wanna show you
somethin'."

"What's the matter?" I asked.  "Don't you want ME to watch you
take a shit too?"

Darnell's jaw dropped and his face got even redder than it had
before we'd kissed, as he first stared at me then at his sister.
"You TOLD him?!"

"Yep," Lakisha said, "but he wanna do a lot more than just WATCH
you go," she added, smiling like the cat that swallowed the
canary.

"What you mean?"

She turned to me.  "You wanna tell him or you want me to?"

"I'm surprised he doesn't know already."

"Know WHAT?"

Before I could say anything else, Lakisha said, "He want you to
doo-doo in his MOUTH!"  And I could tell from her expression how
much delight she took in informing him of this.

"Oh, shit!" Darnell responded, his face squinched up as he gave
me the same look of disgust-mixed-with-intrigue that I'd gotten
from his siblings.  "For REAL?"

"Yep," Lakisha said proudly.  "And guess what he gonna do after
that."

"...what?" Darnell asked tentatively, as if he weren't sure he
really wanted to know.

"He gonna eat it all up like a big hotdog!" Lakisha announced
with glee.

"For REAL?"

I didn't answer verbally; I just stretched my eyes wide open and,
smiling, nodded.

"Oh, shit!" Darnell again responded, frowning even more deeply as
he backed away from me and began spitting and vigorously wiping
his mouth.  "Why didn't you tell me you like doin' freaky shit
like that BEFORE we kissed?!"

Lakisha and I just laughed, which annoyed Darnell since we
weren't taking very seriously his concern about consuming the
remnants of some stranger's shit.  But when we reminded him that
whatever shit he might have detected was only what I had just
licked out his own sister's asshole, a tiny sheepish smile broke
through his frown.

"So you gonna do it?" Lakisha now asked.

"What?  Go in his mouth?"

"Yep."

"...I don't know.  That shit is kinda freaky."

"Come onnnn!" Lakisha pleaded.  "I wanna SEE-EEEE!"

Darnell looked at me again with something like a sneer.  "And you
really gonna EAT it?"

"Yep," I said, again imitating his sister, as my dick again
stiffened to near full hardness.

I could see in Darnell's face the conflict taking place in his
head.  Even though the two of us had just simultaneously screwed
his sister, the shit play was something only the two of them had
shared.  Now this strange man not only knew about it but also
wanted to be included.  On top of that, he was upping the ante
considerably by offering to serve as his toilet.  No doubt it was
all happening too fast for his nine-year-old brain to fully
process.  But I was counting on four things to win him over: his
natural curiosity, his fascination with scat, the pressure from
Lakisha for him to do it, and his realization that an opportunity
like this would probably NEVER come around again.  Fortunately
whatever reluctance he had was completely powerless in the
presence of those drives.

"Okay, I'll do it," Darnell finally said; but then, looking
directly at me, he quickly added, "But don't be askin' me to kiss
you after."

Again Lakisha and I just laughed.

"So," Darnell asked, "we gonna go in the bathroom or--?"

"No, let's do it right here," I said.  "After all, we're not
going to need the toilet, so..."

As my voice trailed off, I watched both kids look at me then
exchange one of those looks that only siblings who are very close
can give each other.  After that Darnell, who had been squirming
around for the last minute or two, hopped off the bed and began
doing the same little dance that I'd seen more than a few boys at
school do as they waited in line to use the bathroom.  Without
saying a word, I joined Darnell on the floor, crouching down in
front of him on my hands and knees and slipping his semi-hard
prick between my lips, making sure to first lick Lakisha's shit
off it so his urine would have a clear path out of his urethra
and into my mouth.  But before I got a chance to taste a single
drop of boy-piss, we were interrupted.

"Wait!" Lakisha yelled, leaping off the bed and landing next to
us with a thud.  "If y'all do it like that, I can't see."

She was right.  It would be selfish not to share this experience
with her.  So I backed up, letting her brother's prick drop out
of my mouth, then rolled onto my back, and told Darnell to get on
his knees right over my head.  When he did, there was a small
space between his penis and my mouth.

"That's better," said Lakisha, her face full of anticipation as
she sat on her haunches right beside us.

I opened my mouth and Darnell aimed his weiner at it.  For
several seconds there was nothing; then, as I watched intently, a
tiny golden stream spouted out of his piss hole and hit my
tongue.

"Oooo!" Lakisha cooed with merriment.  "You really PEEIN' in his
mouth!"

Within seconds Darnell's smelly stream had increased to a nice
steady flow, and as it quickly filled my mouth, I swallowed at
the back of my throat, delivering the first mouthful of the
nine-year-old's urine into my stomach.

"He really DRINKIN' it, too," Darnell said in amazement,
continuously refilling my mouth with his golden nectar while
watching and listening to me steadily gulp it down.  I was a
little surprised by how much piss the boy had for me but grateful
that I'd stopped him from just wasting it by running off to the
bathroom.

It took nearly a full minute for Darnell to empty his bladder,
and as his stream slowed to a trickle he had trouble directing
the diminished flow and ended up pissing mostly in my face, much
to his sister's delight; and as I lay there with boy pee in my
eyes, hair, and up my nose, I was in piss freak heaven.  But I
didn't have much time to bask in the aftermath of the experience,
because one of us was particularly eager for the action to
continue.

"Come on, get up, Darnell," said Lakisha, pulling at his arm.

"Why?" he asked.

"'Cause you can't doo-doo in his mouth like that.  You gotta get
over his face."

I glanced up at the nine-year-old, but when he looked down and
our eyes met he quickly looked away and again began to blush, as
though he were too embarrassed to stare into the face of the
person whose mouth he was about to use for a toilet.  But I knew
that his sister wasn't going to let him change his mind about
doing what he'd agreed to do.

"Come on, boy," Lakisha urged him.  "What you waitin' for?"

"Okay, okay.  Don't rush me," he snapped.

"What you mean 'Don't rush me'?  Shoot, if we was in the bathroom
you woulda been shittin' like crazy already so you could see me
lookin' at it.  So just forget he here and think about how this
time I'm gonna be lookin' at it comin' straight outta your
butthole."

Lakisha's words seemed to soothe the reluctant shitter's nerves
because right after that he got off his knees and, still facing
my feet, moved up and squatted over my face, folding his hands in
front of him the way he might do if he were sitting on the
toilet.  I marveled at his smooth light-skinned ass, marred only
by the faint impressions that my gripping fingers had left on it
during our three-way; and his pouting anus, which seemed to kiss
at me, was turning me on like crazy.  This was an ass that needed
to be worshipped.

"You ready?" asked Darnell.

"Yep," I said, but really I couldn't have been less ready.  My
anxiety and anticipation were both so amped up that I felt like
my brain was being stretched to the breaking point.  I SO wanted
this boy to shit in my mouth but was SO afraid I wouldn't be able
to handle it.  But when the nine-year-old's ass lips pursed open
and stuck the tip of its big shitty tongue out at me, the demon
took over and I found myself opening my mouth as wide as I could
to receive the boy's anal offering.

"Oooo!  He makin' another one of them BIG doo-doos!" said
Lakisha, who was crouched on all fours right next to us, her
frowning/smiling face clearly visible in my peripheral vision. 
"I hope you HUNGRY, Mr. Doctor!"

Hearing the girl say this while watching the thick light-brown
turd emerge from her brother's asshole sent my libido into
overdrive, and at that moment either I or the demon resolved that
I was going to eat ALL of whatever the boy fed me, no matter what
it took.

"Ewwwwww!" Lakisha squealed as Darnell's shit plopped into my
mouth and I began to chew it up.  "That's the nastiest thing I
EVER seen somebody do!"

It probably SOUNDS pretty nasty too, I thought, as I smacked
loudly and quickly on the mouthful of hot boy crap in an attempt
to make it soft enough to swallow.  And it became clear that
Darnell, though he hadn't said a word, had resolved to work with
me to ensure that his bowel movement wouldn't end up all over my
face or on the floor, because even though I could tell that he
was ready to drop the rest of his load, he closed up his
sphincter and waited for me to eat what he'd already fed me.  As
soon as I did, his asshole immediately pursed open again, another
meaty turd pushed out of his bowels, and I again found myself
wolfing down a huge mouthful of kiddie shit.

"I TOLD you he be makin' them big doo-doos, didn't I?" Lakisha
quietly asked me, her smirking face now inches away from mine as
yet another turd began to make its way out of her brother's
shithole.

"Uh-huh," I said, and the ten-year-old and I locked gazes as I
caught the falling excrement on my tongue.

"So do it taste good?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," I said again, but when she heard my answer, instead of
continuing to smirk, Lakisha got this weird look on her face, as
if what I was actually doing suddenly clicked in her brain, and
half a second later, with her eyes closed and her mouth wide
open, she began to heave so violently that I swore she was going
to puke her guts out.  But the wave of nausea lasted only a few
seconds, and when nothing more than a long stream of spit dropped
out of her mouth, I knew she was okay (and I no longer felt
guilty about what a turn-on turning her stomach had been for me).

It took several long minutes for Darnell to finally finish doing
his business in my mouth, his anus announcing the emptying of his
bowels with a loud fart (which made Lakisha giggle, which let me
know she was back to her normal perverted self).  Even though the
air was already filled with the stench of the boy's shit, my nose
had no trouble detecting the distinctive odor of his gas, and I
closed my eyes as I breathed in its pungent aroma.

"I need some toilet paper," the nine-year-old announced with
surprising nonchalance.

"No, you don't," I replied, and holding onto his thighs I pulled
his ass down on my face and drilled my tongue into his
shit-smeared anus.

"Oo!" Darnell yipped as, with my eyes closed, I began to slurp
away at the little hole that had so generously fed me.

"What he doin' now?" I heard Lakisha ask.  "Lickin' the doo-doo
out your butt?"

"Yeah, and that shit feel GOOD, too."

"...yeah, I know."

It didn't take me long to clean Darnell's poop chute, and when he
farted again, this time right in my mouth, I thought of it as his
anus's attempt to thank me for the special attention I was giving
it.

With my dick rock hard now and Darnell's turds packing my belly,
the only possible way to top things off was with a good
post-shit-eating ass fuck.  So before the boy's colon had a
chance to shrink back down to pre-shitting size, I pulled my head
from under his ass then got up, turned around and, giving him a
big smile, wrapped my arms around him, and carried him over to
the bed, where I deposited him face down.  Then I hopped on top
of him, and before he had time to ask what I was doing or protest
about it, I stuck the head of my cock into his spit-dripping
shithole.

"Fuck!!" he screamed.

"What you DOin'?!" Lakisha cried.  "Get off him!  You hurtin'
him!"

The next thing I knew the girl had jumped on my back, grabbed me
around my neck, and was attempting to pull me off her brother. 
But the extra weight only succeeded in pushing my dick even
deeper inside him, and as the three of us struggled, I felt
myself bottoming out in the boy's butthole.

"Nnngghh!" Darnell grunted as the last millimeter of my
eight-inch pole sank into his shitter.  Then, to my complete
surprise, he said, "Kisha?  Kisha!  Stop!  I'm okay."

"You ARE?" she asked, apparently even more surprised than I was
to hear him say this.

"Yeah," he said in a raspy voice as his shit chute pulsated hotly
on my pole.

"He ain't hurtin' you?"

"No, not really."

"You sure?" the girl asked, still wary as she finally let go of
me and slid off my back.

"Yeah, I'm sure.  Matter of fact, it feel kinda good."

"It DO?  That big ol' thing?"

"Mm-hm," her brother responded, turning his head to the side and
closing his eyes as his body began to relax.

"Damn!  I KNEW y'all was homos!"

Both Darnell and I had to laugh at that, and I could feel the
boy's giggles rippling deliciously up and down my shaft. 
Afterwards I turned my head to look at our bodies from the side,
taking great delight in the contrast of my dark skin against his
light skin as I lay atop the young dropout; then I looked up at
Lakisha, who was now sitting on the bed with her arms folded and
shaking her head.

"Well?  Y'all just gonna lay there or what?"

I smiled.  "Why?  What do you want us to do?"

"Well, since you went all crazy puttin' your thing in his butt
and since he LIKE havin' it in there, y'all may as well go 'head
and DO it."

"Do what, Kisha?" Darnell asked.

"FUCK!" the girl yelled out, and the fact that we had finally
gotten her to say the word--and say it so loud--made Darnell and
me laugh again.

But it was time to get serious, and this began when I started
rubbing my nose in Darnell's reddish-brown afro and sniffing
behind his ears, searching out and finding the funky odor I knew
would be there since I was sure his mother never checked to see
how well he washed himself.  And, of course, this smell just made
me even hornier, so as I started licking the backs of Darnell's
ears, and as he began to moan I pressed my palms against the
mattress and lifted my hips, slowly pulling my dong out of his
shithole.  When only the head remained inside him, I stopped.

"Oooooo, Darnell!" said Lakisha.  "His thing look like a great
big doo-doo coming outta your butt!"

And it smelled like one too, being that it was covered with his
shit.  The only difference was that, instead of being eaten, this
"great big doo-doo" was going to get shoved right back up the
shitter's ass, which was exactly what I proceeded to do,
eliciting another "Oooooo!" from Lakisha as she watched my
"thing" gradually disappear inside her brother's anus.  I
continued this shit-and-shove process at a nice leisurely tempo,
picking it up a bit with each stroke until eventually I was
plugging the boy's poop chute at a pretty good pace.

"Damn!" said Lakisha, who now had her legs cocked wide open as
she diddled her drooling pussy.  "Y'all look just like the guys
in this homo movie me and my girlfriend was lookin' at on line."

"So does that mean you LIKE watching me fuck your brother up his
ass?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, nodding, "long as you don't be hurtin' him or
nothin'."

Well, don't you worry, little lady, I said to myself, because
pain is the LAST thing this little fucker is feeling right now,
and this was confirmed beyond all doubt when, out of the blue,
Darnell yelled out,  "Yeah, fuck my ass, Mr. Doctor!  Make me
your bitch!"

"Oh, shit!" I heard Lakisha say under her breath.  She was
obviously as stunned as I was by her brother's remark, but not
enough to stop masturbating. I wondered if he had come up with it
spontaneously or if he was repeating what he'd shouted when his
friend had fucked him.  And when the nine-year-old began to lift
his hips to meet my downstrokes, I wondered if this too was just
a natural response or something he had done with his friend. 
Whatever the case, if Darnell truly wanted me to make him my
bitch, I was more than happy to oblige.

Since I'd already shot a huge load in Lakisha's pussy, it was
taking me a little longer to finish Round Two in her brother's
butthole.  But the boy certainly didn't seem to mind the extended
fuck.  Indeed he was now thrusting his ass up every time I drove
my dick into him, fully impaling himself on my eight-inch rod. 
And I wasn't holding back at all, my breathing raspy, sweat
flying off my face, and my crotch slapping against Darnell's buns
as I fucked the shit out of his little light-skinned booty.

When I felt my orgasm beginning to rise, I buried my boner to the
balls in the nine-year-old's shithole then put my arm around him
and flipped us on our sides into a spoon position, exposing his
super-hard pecker.

"Suck his dick, Lakisha!" I commanded.  Still diddling her clit,
she didn't hesitate to scootch over and slip her brother's penis
into her mouth.

"Ooohhh!" Darnell moaned as his sister sucked him to the root.  I
waited a little while before again banging the boy's butt, which
shoved him forward, which smashed his groin against Lakisha's
face, which jabbed his dick down her throat.

"Mmph!  Mmph!  Mmph!" the girl grunted, holding Darnell's peter
tightly between her full lips as his hairless crotch battered her
face.

Watching this stirred up my hormones even more, bringing me even
closer to a climax, so I made a final charge, taking a firm hold
on Darnell's hips and bucking mine as hard and as fast as I
could, ravaging his rectum.  Yeah, his little friend may have
porked his poop chute, but there was a big difference between
that little-league shit and the Major-League fuck he was getting
today, and I was determined to make him remember that difference
for the rest of his life.

"Shit, I'm gonna shoot!" Darnell suddenly exclaimed.  "Drink it,
Kisha!  Drink my come!"

Grabbing his sister's head with both hands, he pulled her face
hard into his crotch, planting his pole firmly in her pharynx as
his whole body went rigid.  And when I felt the boy begin to
tremor and heard Lakisha begin to gulp, I could no longer
postpone the inevitable.

"Shit!  I'm coming too!" I groaned.  Shivering, I thrust my hips
out while pulling Darnell's ass tight against me, plunging my
ramrod as far in the nine-year-old's turd tunnel as it would go.
"Take it right up your light-skinned ass, you little bitch!"

As if it had been days rather than mere minutes since I'd last
come, I proceeded to unleash a gusher of jizz in the boy's
bowels, coating his colon with hot stickiness as his rectum
clutched at my throbbing tool.

"Shit, I can feel your sperms shootin' all up in my butt!"
Darnell groaned, grinding his ass up against me.

"Good," I panted.  "That'll make a fucking man out of your bitch
ass."

"Mmmmmmmm!" Lakisha began to hum, her lips still hugging her
brother's penis as her fingers worked overtime in her wet pussy.
Two seconds later she froze and, gasping, let go of Darnell's
drooping dick as her body began to shake in violent spasms and
she began to grunt like a pig.

"Yeah, girl, come for us!" I urged her while holding Darnell's
ass even tighter against me.  "Do your thing!"

Then the two of us just enjoyed the show as Lakisha, her eyes
shut tight and her mouth wide open, lay on her back jerking and
grunting as her orgasm passed through her.  Finally, with a sigh,
she pulled her hand from between her legs and her whole body
seemed to deflate as she lay basking in the afterglow of her
climax.

She wasn't the only one feeling mellow.  I felt like curling up
right where I was, with my shrinking cock still stuck up
Darnell's ass, and going to sleep.  But I knew Miss Thompson
would be calling soon and I wanted to be long gone before she got
back, so I reluctantly pulled out of the nine-year-old, relishing
the quiet "nngh!" he uttered as well as the soft sucking sound of
my penis popping out of his anus.

The moment Lakisha heard that subtle sound, she said, "Oo, I
wanna see!" and her body suddenly came to life again as she
jumped up and wedged herself between us.  But when she spread her
brother's buns apart I heard her gasp then chirp out a quick
"Eww!" which caused Darnell to turn his head.

"What's the matter, Kisha?  I'm not bleedin' back there, am I?"

"Nope.  It just look real nasty with all them sperms in your
butthole, that's all."

Hearing this, Darnell relaxed again and Lakisha and I exchanged a
knowing smile.  She had deliberately neglected to tell her
brother how his asshole was stretched open so wide that you could
easily see the deep pink interior of his bowels or how so much
come and dissolved shit was drooling out of him that it had
already oozed over his butt cheek and was forming a sticky little
pool on the sheet.  Like Trinette, she understood that there were
certain things that simply didn't lend themselves to sharing...at
least not right away.

Instead of moving back to where she had been lying before she'd
examined Darnell's dilated hole, Lakisha shimmied up even further
until she was spooned between us, her budding tits pressing up
against her brother's back while her ass crack nestled my
shit-smeared schlong.  Then the three of us simply continued to
lie there chilling out.  Of course, being the closet drama queen
that I am, there was a part of me that considered staying right
where I was after getting Miss Thompson's call, except I would
make sure that the bedroom door was unlocked.  How would she
react to coming in here and seeing me and her two oldest kids all
laid up together naked and reeking of copulation?  But I decided
it would be even better if she were left wondering exactly what
had happened in her absence, which is why when Lakisha asked me
if I wanted her to change the bedsheets and spray the room with
some air freshener, I said no.

"But it stink in here," she noted.  "Don't it, Darnell?"

Sniffing the air, he agreed.  "Yeah.  It smell like sex and
shit."

"I know," I said, smiling slyly.  "And if your mom asks you
anything about it, just tell her I was in here but you don't know
who was with me, okay?"

Craning their necks to look at me then looking at each other,
both kids snickered as they agreed to keep their mother in the
dark.

"And I suggest you guys take a quick shower together, so she
doesn't accidentally smell anything on you.  But don't do
anything I wouldn't do when you're washing each other's backs," I
added with a big grin.  Again brother and sister exchanged a
glance and laughed.

After giving Lakisha one last little kiss on the back of her
neck, I proceeded to use her ass for a towel, wiping as much of
Darnell's shit off my dick and onto her smooth cheeks as I could
before finally getting up and getting dressed.

"You want me to lock the front door after you when you go?" asked
Lakisha, and she looked like she was ready to hop off the bed and
get dressed if I said yes.

"No, that's okay.  Just stay there and relax," I said.  "Trinette
can do it.  Just make sure to lock the bedroom door behind me so
you don't get any unexpected little company before you're ready
to get up and get dressed.  And don't worry about your mom coming
home and catching you in her bed.  As soon as I hear from her
I'll call you guys, so you'll have time to get out of here."

I'm not sure why I was so eager for the two of them to be alone
together.  Instead of having more sex, they'd probably just wind
up falling asleep.  But since normally each of them was forced to
share a small bedroom with two other siblings, as well as become
surrogate parents whenever their mother was running the streets,
I figured they deserved a chance to wallow carefree on her big
bed for a while.  (Yeah, I also figured that the longer they
stayed in her bed, the more of my come would end up on her
sheets, leaving her with even more sticky little questions about
whose pussy or asshole it had leaked out of and the kinds of
perversions her offspring had been forced to endure for the sake
of her sorry ass.)

When I left the bedroom, I closed the door and waited until I
heard footsteps on the other side run up and the sound of the
doorknob lock clicking. Then I walked to the front door and
called Trinette to let me out and lock the door behind me.  She
did, but only after making me "pinky swear" to drink her pee
again then put my "thing" in her "coochie" the next time I came
over.  (And how could I possibly refuse such a nasty little
request from such a cute little girl?)

As I was walking downstairs, my cell phone rang.  It was Miss
Thompson informing me in the a voice that can only be described
as repressed rage that she was on her way home and would be there
in half an hour.  I said "okay" and promptly called her house. 
When Lakisha answered the phone I relayed the message and
reminded her not to change the sheets but be sure to remove
everything that belonging to her or Darnell.  After again
snickering she said "okay" and hung up.

On my way home I pondered my future possibilities.  Now that I
had given all six Thompson children their initial "lessons," it
would have been easy enough to close the book on them and explore
other grammar-school truants.  But there weren't a lot of kids
out there who came close to being as cute as these kids, and of
the few who did come close, I would most likely be able to score
only one or two of them.  Then there was the inherent risk of
blackmailing yet another single mother.  Suppose the next one
decided that it WAS worth losing her kids to expose a pedophile?
On the other hand, here was a whole houseful of good-looking
children whose mother didn't give a shit if I molested them, as
long as they didn't have to go to school and she didn't get in
trouble for it.  And not only was there much more for these kids
to learn--including several more virgin holes to be
christened--there was also a special little eight-year-old girl
among them who would have been terribly disappointed if I weren't
around long enough to keep the promise I'd made to her.

So it probably doesn't come as a big shock to you what I decided:
Six birds in the hand are certainly worth one or two in the bush.
 I would allow these children to stay at home for a full school
year while I continued to teach them, concentrating on whatever
preferences they had but also making sure that they learned how
to do things they didn't necessarily cotton to.  (After all, you
can't feed children a steady diet of dessert; they have to eat
their vegetables too!)  And I would recruit the older children to
"tutor" the younger ones in my absence.

Of course it was impossible to predict how this experiment would
play out, considering I'd never done anything like it before and
a lot of it would be happening when I wasn't even around.  All I
knew for sure was that I was going to make these six kids' minds
as dirty as the house they lived in and that it would be
fascinating to see how transformed they were after wallowing in
the mud with me for twelve months.


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