E.R.O.S.
Adult Entertainment in the 22nd Century
Ffff scat, science fiction and perversions
By Mia Sharona

Chapter One
Pedo World

"Welcome to E.R.O.S., Mrs. Fletcher" The naked statuesque
Japanese attendant stood at the gateway as the large blue acrylic
doorway slid open to the main causeway that lead into the
terminal.

Jean Fletcher thought about the simple life she had in the
Midwest and her heart raced at the idea of finally getting to
make this lifelong dream come true. As a Mother, a housewife, a
member of the PTA and regular church going Presbyterian, to even
contemplate a visit to Eros would have fueled the gossip engines
at the hair salon for many months.

The loud speaker spoke in a seductive female voice as many large
screen monitors displayed the various "worlds" the theme park had
to offer. "Don't miss the live on stage performance of the
Chinese enema acrobats as they display their far eastern art of
colorful rectal expulsions in an explosion of panoramic wonder!"

Jean stood clutching her travel bag and looking around at the
hustle and bustle of the visitors coming and going through the
station portals. EROS workers were always easy to spot. They were
the beautiful nude women with the blue hats, each embroidered
with a red "E". One monitor to her left advertised SM World
showing a woman hog tied with her legs parallel to her body,
hanging upside down with a lit candle sticking from her anus. A
vixen with a whip was slashing the tied woman's ass as the candle
flickered in the breeze of the lash. A monitor to the right of
that one, advertised Sappho World as a huge orgy of writhing
naked women sucked and licked one another in Delphian ritual
lust.

Jean looked around from screen to screen for information about
her own special fetish. She wasn't sure exactly which theme park
contained her kink, there were so many categories and sub
categories to choose. Turning to a naked blonde at the
Information counter she made inquiry. "Excuse me, but I am here
for the first time."

"We are here to serve your every perversion" the polite smiling
naked attendant beamed. "How can I direct you?"

"Well," Jean blushed a little, not comfortable about speaking it
aloud. "Its sort of specialized and I'm not sure which park to
find it..."

"We cater to all tastes." said the EROS woman smiling. "We do
make exception to dismemberment and death fetishes. For those you
have to go off world to the penal park of condemned prisoners.
Death World  is also a bit pricy for the average client."

"Oh." Jean was a bit surprised that even that level of sex was
catered to at all. "Mine isn't that severe. I want to shit in
little girl's mouths."

"Above or below 16 years old?" the attendant didn't even flinch
from her broad welcoming smile. "Above 16 you want SM World, the
Scat Park, below 16 and you want Pedo World, Toilet Training."

"Oh by all means Pedo World, Toilet Training, but only little
girls mind you. I don't want to see a single penis my entire
vacation. And can I get little girls as young as six?" Jean's
heart was racing with excitement. It was like she was one step
away from her life ambitions.

"You can have girls all the way down to new borns if you like.
But any below five have to have a nurse with them at all time to
avoid accidental choking. The little ones are not yet fully
trained." The Information attendant punched in a keyboard making
the necessary notifications to the staff of  Pedo World of Client
Jean Fletcher for their preparations.

Three naked lady porters took Jean's luggage and placed it on a
tram. It was a train of about 5 cars with tourists boarding for
the travel down the five miles of tunnel to the final destination
at Pedo World. Similar trams were embarking and arriving from a
dozen other tunnels, all shuttling clients to and from the
various worlds and parks.

Taking her seat in the small car aboard the tram she found
herself next to an elderly woman about 65, and across from A man
with a red headed girl about 8 in his lap and another man seated
next to them. The seats faced one another so that they could
converse as they traveled to their point of departure down the
long tunnel at Pedo World.

"How do you do?' said the old woman first. "I am Norma Stapleton
from Columbus Ohio. I am so excited to be here!" she took out her
knitting hooks and smiled as she continued work on a wool pot
holder or similar unfinished project.

"George S. Grauburger!" The man across from her grinned through
yellowed tobacco stained teeth. He shook everyone's hand rather
like he was pumping for water.

"I am Tom Burgess and this is my daughter Stacy." said the middle
aged quiet spoken man next to George.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Jean Fletcher from Midland Texas." Jean
added not wanting to be rude.

"Oh do tell me your perversions." Norma said knitting away in a
frenzy of string and hooks. "I am a retired 6th grade school
teacher. I have always dreamed of having 30 or so 12 year old
boys fuck my ass, then I teach my class without any panties on
while letting the boys watch me squirt their cum from my ass into
my hand and  then eat it. I am going to at last make my dream
come true!"

"I've been a poultry farmer for the last 20 years." George chimed
in. "My fantasy is to dress like a rooster, fuck a bunch of
little girls dressed like hens and then watch them push eggs out
of their pussies."

"That's quite an unusual one." Norma smiled. "What about you and
your daughter Mr. Burgess? What have you in mind?"

"Well, me and my wife breed Alsatian Hounds as a hobby and enter
them in a national show every year." Tom remarked. "I want to
enter a dog show where all the owners are little girls and the
outcome of the contest is based on them fucking their own dogs. I
want my little Stacy to win the Gold cup, then get fucked by
every dog in the show."

Stacy gave her father a hug and a worried look. "Will that many
dogs hurt, Daddy?" she said softly.

"You are used to fucking Big Ben so I think you are ready." Her
father grinned back at the red haired child.

"That only leaves you deary." Norma turned and smiled sweetly at
Jean who was listening intently to her co-traveler's wants and
desires.

"I have been a housewife and raised three girls, very middle
class and proper." Jean began. "I never cheated on my husband; I
never did anything my Minister would think improper in my entire
life. I lived a very ho-hum boring existence. Now that my
youngest is starting college I want to live out my dream. I want
to use little girls as my toilets. I want to crap in the mouths
of girls that look my daughters did when they were younger. I
want to shit on every little girl in the entire town of Midland
Texas."

"What a wonderful fantasy!" Norma smiled. "Wouldn't you like Mrs.
Fletcher to shit in your mouth Stacy?" she smiled at the little
girl across the car.

Stacy blushed and hugged her Daddy even harder. Tom Burgess
laughed hugging her back. "Don't worry honey, Daddy isn't here to
farm you out to strangers. You are only here to fuck dogs."

The tram reached its destination in a large well lit station
surrounded by many colorful light displays, ornate fountains and
statuary. A large bronze statue of a bearded man holding a young
girl over his engorged penis as he thrust it up her rectum was
the centerpiece of the main fountain. The girl had her nose
pointed skyward as she was in mid ecstasy of orgasm. Nude female
Eros workers hurried about gathering luggage, taking each group
of guests to their assigned hotel quarters in the appropriate sub
theme park. Jean bid her fellow tram travelers a pleasant stay
and was motioned over to a group of some eight men and women by a
naked Irish Lady who held a sign, "Toilet Training, follow me
please". The other passengers gathered in similar small groups of
one to ten people. "Little Boy Fuckers", "Little Girl Fuckers"
"Animals and Pain" were some of the other sub groups.

In her group were two other women and five men. The two women
looked to be a college student about 20 and a business woman in a
slack suit looking very edgy and important. The five men ranged
in age from about 30 to 60 and all seemed average looking wearing
either polo shirts or suit and ties.

Their Irish Guide spoke in a heavy brogue that was almost
musical. "Welcome mah Friends to Pedo World Toilet Training. Ima
Shelton O'Flannery, yare guide an can help you with any
questions. Now fairst, is everyone here in the right place? Do we
all love shatting in wee ones mouths?"

All eight of them nodded or answered softly yea or sure or a
similar agreement to her question.

"That's fine!" Shelton beamed. "Yair genna have the time of yer
lives. We have a staff of some 220 young gels, and 125 laddies to
serve yer needs all below 16 Summers old. They love eating shat
every one."

The men grinned widely and Jean found herself blushing as her
heart again pounded in anticipation.

"How do we set up our particular fantasy Miss O'Flannery?" asked
the Business Woman with the stern expression. "Is it part of a
package deal or can the play be customized?"

"Yer fantasies here are always as customized as you want them."
Shelton replied. "When ye reach yer room, just fill out a request
form on the monitor and we will see to the details. Depending on
the complexity, it takes between one and 24 hours to set up a
game fer ye. In the mean times ye can gorge yourself with meals
and laxative for the fun ahead."

"How much extra to do babies?" asked a fat man in dark sun
glasses. "Can I force feed any as young as six months?"

"Our youngest gel is 1 year and our youngest laddie is 1 and a
half. You may shit them but a nurse will be required to assist
you in any forced swallowing. You may brown their mouths and
faces all ye like though. Cost is per age and degree of stress.
For a regular shit feeding of a baby it costs about 500 credits,
a young gel about 200. There is a bargain on 15 year olds, two
for 150 this month only."

Jean quickly added her own question "Can I pick out girls that
look like my daughters? Is that possible?"

Shelton grinned warmly back at her. "Ye can. We will do all in
our power to make the setting look the way ye want. You can down
load holograms with your requests and Illusion Studios will
recreate the places you desire. Facsimiles of your daughters will
be taken care of in wardrobe, where we take pride in making these
children look so close they would fool all but the most
discerning eye."

"You don't use any HG Projections or androids do you, I want real
girls." added another man standing in the group.

"All the gels and lads ye will be shitting on are just as human
as you or I. They were clone farmed by Adult Entertaining
Unlimited and carefully brought up to serve yer needs. I was
cloned there ma self and was a toilet gel for 15 years before out
growing the part. Now they have me working customer service."
Shelton finished her introductory seminar.

Jean didn't comment on the great Clone debate. After cloning was
legalized for human beings 50 years ago, there was the argument
that a clone was a full human being or contrary to that, only
"mostly human" but was a piece of property, much as a slave in
ancient times. The courts had ruled that clones were human but at
the same time belonged to their creator or whoever purchased
them. To kill a clone was the same as murder, but they had no
more equal civil rights to natural born human beings than did the
blacks before the Civil War of 1860. Without the Clone laws,
places like EROS would be impossible or so much more expensive as
to be unprofitable. Clones that rebelled, broke major laws or ran
away too often were tried and sometimes sent to Death World,
where unspeakable atrocities were committed against them as
condemned prisoners. It was an entertainment feature of an off
Earth Colony, on one of the moons of Jupiter, and little if any
was ever mentioned about it in the main media. The hard men who
colonized and mined Europa were especially cruel and had extreme
sexual tastes. They were mostly exiled natural born humans
banished for crimes on Earth.

Some parks in the east used robots instead of clones and the
oldest ones still used HG or hologram projections of people as
the recipients of whatever sex act they were receiving. These
both lacked the authentic feel of sex with a real person and
because of that were not as popular as the newer EROS Clone
facility.

Shelton lead the eight of them to a moving side walk that carried
them another several hundred yards down a series of corridors
till they reached their hotel. Disembarking a door woman smiled
warmly as she escorted them through a lobby where dozens of
children laughed and played. Some of the children wore no
clothing at all, or only a shirt but no britches, while others
wore elaborate period costumes. One little girl who looked
exactly like Alice of the Through the Looking Glass Stories came
up to Jean, taking her hand.

"Hello I am Alice." She said in a rich British accent. "I do hope
to see you at my tea party. I would love to take a cup of
Darjeeling while feasting from your bottom."

Jean giggled at the thought. "Thank you Alice, I may do that
later on perhaps."

Another little girl without any panties was swinging from a
trapeze attached to the lobby ceiling, her vaginal opening spread
to contortionist degrees of human folding. "Suck me fuck me, shit
my mouth till my tummy bulges round!" she sang a song as she
swung to and fro.

Jean looked round eyed in wonder at all the lovely girls she had
to choose from. Though she secreted from her family and friends,
and had on occasion watched pedophile sex on pay Holographs at
home, it was nothing compared to seeing live children ready to
attend your slightest sexual whim.

She yearned to get started and hurried her way to the front desk
where naked Laotian twin ladies grinned and prepared her sign in
sheet and key.

"You have good time here missy" grinned Ying brightly.

"Make poopie lotsa little girl" added Yang in a sing song voice.

Jean made her way to her room which was plushly decorated in
marble, brass and simulated wood. She opened the writing desk
below the request monitor which triggered the introductory
hologram to project on the table before her. It was of a naked
little girl who wore the blue cap with the letter E as did all
the older staff Jean had already met.

"Welcome to EROS." came the dialog as the Hologram spoke. "Erotic
Retreat and Opulence Sanctuaries offer you the best in fantasy
fulfillment for your every dream and desire. Though our
facilities are not as inexpensive as many of our competitors, we
offer a product unequaled in the five colonies and Earth in adult
sexual fulfillment needs. Our staff is available 24 hours to
serve you and your fantasies are but a short wait away while
preparations are made in your own Illusion studio based on your
requests. Please respond with descriptions and any data you wish
to contribute to the making of your sexual play. Hologram discs
of characters places and scenarios may be placed in the A drive
now..."

A flashing light indicated Drive A. Jean had with her a prepared
disk. On it were holograms of her three daughters, the town of
Midland Texas, many of the people she knew as well as highlighted
holograms of young girls she particularly wished to have sex
with. She placed the disk in the drive which quickly copied the
data. The Hologram again spoke. "Thank you Mrs. Fletcher. Would
you care to in your own words describe exactly what you hope will
happen in your play with the characters and settings you have
provided."

"Well," Jean spoke softly in a trembling voice. "I want to come
home to find my three daughters as they were at ages 6 through 8,
having several of their friends over. I make them snacks and they
beg to make it a sleep over. I agree to do so but only if we have
a toilet party. They have never heard of a toilet party before,
so I proceed to teach them by pooping on my youngest daughter,
then my middle and finally my eldest. They in turn do this with
their friends until we all are in the middle of the kitchen
sucking and licking the shit from each other in a wild finish."
"A modest and easily constructed story." said the hologram in
reply. It shall be ready for you in about 4 hours. You are
advised to eat heavily at the dining room to prepare your bowel
for the play. Your charge of 1,200 credits will be made to your
existing account. Your remaining balance is 8,800 credits."

Jean unpacked her bags and hung her wardrobe in the closet. The
large round bed was both firm and comfortable however the toilet
was not concealed as in most Hotel rooms, but raised on a
platform beside the bed in plain view. It was made of a clear
acrylic and had a slide away section underneath that allowed a
person to lie down on the bed with their head under the open
seat. Jean wondered how many little girls had received faces full
of excrement in that toilet. She knew that before the vacation
was over she too would use this for her own pleasures. She
noticed the pillows, blankets and sheets on the bed were made of
an unusual material that was both soft like satin but apparently
waterproof and stain resistant. No doubt the laundry problem in
the housekeeping section was a mess here and they had come up
with clever ways to avoid damaged bedding.

Jean selected a green gown for dinner. She looked in the mirror
at a 49 year old face looking back. Time had taken its toll. Her
face showed lines and wrinkles and her hair was dyed to hide the
gray. Over all her figure had not gone too far down hill. Her
breasts sagged and her belly bore the stretch marks of three
pregnancies, but she wasn't plump and exercised regularly. She
tried to picture herself squatting over a beautiful little girls
face. Knowing everything was complementary filmed , she wondered
if the Illusion studios could digitize some corrections on her
imperfect body and make her look as she had in her 20s.

Jean took her key which was a tiny pin broach that attached to
her gown. It had the capability to open doors, automatically
charge purchases to her account, and kept her in communications
with the front desk. It was a tiny computer that functioned to
make the guest's stay that much more trouble free. She left her
room and asked the key, "Where is the dining room?"

A small voice responded "Go up this direction, turn left and I
will give you turns as needed."

Jean found her way into a elegant dining area with a stage and
band playing to one side. Guests were enjoying meals to a floor
show already in progress. Her naked hostess showed her a seat
near the stage as a chorus line of brightly costumed little girls
paraded out into the spotlights.

Jean looked around her at the other tables. Each had one to two
chairs and was very small. The seats were specially constructed
so that one could sit with little obstruction to the lower body.
One balanced on the lower hips and the center of the back. A hole
in the seat of the chair was just large enough for a human head
and the space behind on the back of  it left one's ass hanging in
the air at seat level. Jean noticed in the dim light that a
number of patrons, though not all had children both between their
legs and behind them giving oral stimulation to both genital and
ass. A man near by had his trousers at his ankles as a little
girl sucked his cock and a second licked up and down his hairy
ass crack. Looking around Jean noticed about a third of the
guests, mostly men likewise had either one or two children thus
servicing them as they ate their dinners. The number of guests
appeared to be around 35 and by far the larger majority was male.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" a soft spoken voice came from
behind Jean. She turned to see the 20 year old college girl whom
had come in on the same tram she did. "I don't want to sit with
any of the men and all the tables are occupied."

"Please have a seat." Jean motioned to the girl. The student was
about the same age as her eldest daughter Rebecca. "We have
excellent seats for the floor show, shall we watch?"

"Yes." The student answered. "We can save conversation for the
intermission."

The girls on stage were dressed in bright floral dresses
reminiscent of the 19th century, with bonnets and bouquets of
flowers as they processioned in singing to the band's sweet
ballad. The lead singer was a girl of about 7 with large green
eyes and vivid red hair. She looked remarkably like a younger
version of Shelton, and may have been a later clone from the same
DNA.

The Child began to sing as the chorus of other girls followed
with ahhs and refrains in the background.

"You may be ostracized, ridiculed and sometimes even are
despised,
  But Mommy you have me hypnotized, quite taken in and
mesmerized,
 They say the things we do together are wrong from Fall to
Autumn,
But I can't help loving to kiss your dirty....bottom!"

On that cue all the little girls pulled away their skirts leaving
themselves bare from midriff to dancing shoes. The line of
beautiful white and brown butts quite caused Jean to gasp in a
sudden rush of arousal. All twelve began to lift their legs and
show off their asses, bending and spreading their cheeks in time
as they sang the chorus to the ballad

"Mommy won't you shit my mouth dear Mommy!
"I love it more than peanut butter or salami,
"When your pucker blooms with large brown turds,
The farting sounds like singing from the birds..."
Oh Mommy brown my mouth
From the West East North and South
Mommy won't you shit my mouth dear Mommy!"

The girls made a deep bow forward, a deeper wide cheek spreading
bow backward and left the stage to thunderous applause.

Jean looked over at her table companion smiling as they both gave
a round of applause. Shelton walked onto the stage, naked as
usual to announce a 10 minute intermission before the next act.
The band began to play "Sweet Georgia Brown" quietly in the
background.

"I'm Jill Sanchez from san Francisco." greeted the student. "It
is nice to see other women into our fetish. It is dominated
unfortunately by men."

Jean looked around. Besides the she and Jill there were only
three other women in the room not part of the staff. "It looks
like about a 6 to one ration in their favor." Jean agreed.

Jean, remembering her earlier conversation on the tram followed
the example set by Norma the old lady school teacher. "So what is
your fantasy? I shall tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"Well," said Jill, "In my case it's more of a vacation from
trouble than a fantasy. Back at College I got into after school
activates in the local grade schools teaching basketball to 5th
and sixth grade girls. It wasn't long before I had made a
reputation for seducing my students and teaching them about scat
sex. There were about 12 parents out for my blood who didn't
approve of lesbian preteen scat sex with adults. Imagine, in a
forward thinking place like San Francisco, there are still narrow
minded people. Anyway, my parents told me I had to cut out the
shit sex and it might be good if I disappeared for a few weeks
while they straightened out the threatened law suits. So they
sent me here. Unfortunately I'm on a budget. I can't afford
elaborate Illusion Studio fantasies so I plan to rent out a girl
at a time and just do scat sex in my room and enjoy the sights."

Jean smiled. "Perhaps you can join me on some of my escapades
later on Jill. I can pick up the tab if you don't mind sharing my
fantasies."

"Oh really? That would be so nice of you!" Jill thanked her
profusely. "It would be nice to do some serious multiple girl
mouth-browning and that's way out my price range."

"It would be my pleasure." said Jean. "I haven't a very active
imagination and I won 10,000 credits in an Erotic HG Station
contest along with all travel expenses paid two week vacation to
EROS. I have my first fantasy set for a few hours from now, but
beyond that I have an open itinerary. Perhaps we can plan some
games together."

"That would be so radical!" Jill gushed with brightened
enthusiasm. "I can come up with some really cool suggestions.
After your game, give me a call and we can discuss them over
drinks."





Chapter Two
Illusion Studio



Jill and Jean finished a 5 course meal and enjoyed an evening of
very erotic yet highly original dancing and stage performances.
Jill retired to her room but promised to meet Jean at the bar
later on to plan tomorrow's fantasy and perhaps more for later
on. Jean asked her key where she was supposed to go for her first
game and was directed to the door of Illusion Studios, a Hologram
sound stage that could recreate any place on Earth or the five
Colonies, or even create imaginary setting if the Customer called
for them. Jean was greeted at the door to the studio by none
other than her own daughter Rebecca, who had mysteriously
shrunken from her current age of 20 back in time to an 8 year old
girl with freckles and curly brown hair.

"Hello Mommy" Rebecca greeted her. "Are you ready for our game?"

"Rebecca?" Jean was floored at the remarkable resemblance "Why
you look exactly like Rebecca! It is amazing."

"Judy and Ellie are waiting for you too and we invited over
Shelly from next door, Kathy from my class and Elsie from Ellie's
class to play." Rebecca said. "Could you make us some snacks?"

Jean looked around her. She was standing on her own home street
in Midland Texas, right in front of her own home. The cars were
all dated a decade or so back, and the Stellon Five that was the
family car's till it was wrecked several years ago sat in the
driveway shining like new. It was as though it was 12 years ago,
everything, from the size of the bushes, the yard, the age of the
children...everything was as it had been then!

Jean walked up the driveway. "Is your father at home?" Jean
enquired of Rebecca, still getting used to the shock of what
seemed like time travel.

"Daddy is away on business. He said to tell you he won't be home
till Friday night." Rebecca replied in her sweet little girl
lisp. "Mommy can we have a sleep over? There is no school
tomorrow. Please?"

"I will think about it honey." Jean smiled remembering those days
when a half dozen girls kept her awake all night talking and
giggling in loud voices. She glanced at the hallway mirror as she
walked in the door. Apparently the Studio anticipated this. She
looked her mid 30s, a thinner and more sleek version of herself
she knew wasn't true. She glanced at her own hands to compare
them to the image in the mirror. Age spots and wrinkled
fingertips on her real hands yet smooth soft and young hands in
the reflection. "They thought of everything" marveled Jean to
herself.

"Mommy!" two excited little girls came running in from the den to
give their mother a hug. They were Ellie age 6 with blonde hair
and blue eyes, and Judy age 7 who like her older sister had brown
hair, green eyes but without Rebecca's freckles. They were
followed by three other girls well known in the Fletcher
household, Elsie Summer, who was 6 that shared first grade with
Ellie. Elsie was a quiet spoken Asian girl with jet black hair,
cream colored skin and almond shaped eyes. Kathy Parks was a wild
rambunctious girl Rebecca's age who had raven colored hair and a
long middle eastern nose. And there was the sweet little neighbor
girl who had long been the three girls friend, Shelly Betts, whom
Jean had often wished to seduce. The red haired child had
porcelain white skin and the deepest green eyes imaginable.

All of it was exactly as Jean remembered it from years ago. All
these girls were now grown and moved away to college, but for now
at least they were back in days gone by.
Jean did notice the voices were slightly different than she
remembered, but she had not forgotten these were not really the
children of her imagining but young actresses wearing
sophisticated make up to resemble the parts they played.

"Can we have a slumber party, can we?" all the children chimed in
unison.

"But did you girls bring your over night bags, what about your
night gowns?" Jean remembered the old routine.

"Forget those, its hot. We can sleep in our underwear!" Elsie
suggested giggling.

"Or maybe even less!" laughed Shelly, knowing that on rare
occasions the Fletcher girls slept in the nude.

"Well, you will have to let me check your panties to see if they
are clean first. If not I will have to wash them before bedtime."
Jean acted the part of responsible mother. "All of you, raise
your skirts or drop your pants and show me the back of your
panties for spots."

The six girls quickly exposed their panty covered bottoms,
bending over for a Motherly close inspection for stains. Jean
walked down the line of giggling girls taking each elastic band
and pulling it back to see if a brown streak was inside the
fabric. At the same time she relished the view of each perfect
soft skinned little ass, which soon would be hers to kiss and to
play with.

"What a bunch of dirty little bottoms!" Jean said in mock dismay.
The children all giggled as if it were a dirty joke. "All of
you...off with the panties. They will go to the wash."

"What shall we wear in the mean time?" asked Kathy as she skinned
out of her panties with the rest.

"All of you go without, in fact I think I may take off my panties
too and we can all go bottomless, what do you say? Sound like
fun?" Jean suggested getting giddy with anticipation as she eyed
the six half naked nymphs. The children nodded and laughed as
Jean shed her larger panties into the pile, removed her gown so
that she stood in her bra and shoes as they each stood in
t-shirts and sneakers, nothing more. Jeans heart was pounding
furiously as she surveyed her dream.

"Shall we play a game?" Jean suggested walking into the kitchen
with her half naked girls following like little quail.

"Yes! Yes!" they all shouted. "Truth or dare! Snakes and ladders!
Twister!"

"How about a game of "Kiss the Question?" Jean suggested. "Its
great fun at little girl parties and we are all dressed for it.

"How is it played?" asked Elsie, the Japanese girl. "Are the
rules difficult?"

"Not at all." Jean said. "I am the mother and hand out the
punishment for wrong answers. Each girl must ask the next in line
a question. If she gets it wrong then she must kiss whatever I
say for her to kiss. We start with the mouth and work our way
down. The last to kiss Mommy's bottom is the winner."

The girls looked at each other and grinned wickedly. "Ok" they
all agreed.

The game went quickly, almost as if they were getting answers
wrong on purpose. They all kissed Jean's mouth, and Jean insisted
they stick their tongue in it. This caused waves of laughter as
each girl tried a French kiss for the first time. They each
kissed her Breasts. Jean lowered her bra enough for her nipples
to show and made the girls suck them. It became a new rule that a
girl must continue sucking till the next girl in line got an
answer wrong. By the time they got to kissing Jean's pussy she
had her first orgasm. Each child was required to keep licking
there till the next person missed a question and took her place.
For 15 straight minutes she was licked by her daughters and their
friends in non stop ecstasy.

Then came the final round of questions. Ellie was the first one
to get one wrong. Jean turned around spreading her wide
substantial bottom to the six children. "Now honey, just pretend
Mommy's bottom hole is like her mouth was. Put your tongue in it
as deep as you can push it. OK?" The six year old nodded yes and
soon Jean was in heaven as her youngest daughter innocently
reamed Mommy's asshole with her tiny pink mouth as open as she
could force it.

Each child in turn took her place sucking on Jean's asshole as
she orgasmed time and time again. Without even thinking up a new
rule for it she grabbed Shelly and forced the red head between
her legs to suck her pussy, Rebecca at her left breast, Kathy at
her right. Little Asian girl Elsie sucked away at Jean's asshole
while Ellie, the first to lose got behind Rebecca and began to
suck the ass of her older sister. Judy decided to lick Shelly's
ass as hers was the whitest with the pinkest anus.

After a breathless half hour of this, Jean finally stopped the
game.

"Who won?" asked Elsie as she parted her mouth from Jean's anus.

"I think...I did." Jean giggled girlishly. Now you girls practice
that game on each other while I make you some dinner. I want you
all really full tonight. I have even better games planned."

The six little girls formed a circle and began to lick and suck
each other's pussys and assholes. They giggled at the strange new
game as though it were the most normal thing in the world for
little girls to do. Jean wished at that moment that such things
happened this way in real life.

Jean fixed a healthy dose of canned lasagna, a lot of fruits and
a fair amount of other popular dishes. She made sure to spike it
all with a mild but fast acting laxative. It was followed by
cookies, cake and a lot of raisins.

The seven of them lounged around the den after dinner feeling
very content. No one had complained about the casual dress and
the girls seemed very comfortable lounging about with their legs
open. They chatted about how fun the game Kiss the Question was
and asked "Do you know any other games?"

"Well!" Jean said in an almost whisper. "I know one game that I
am extremely fond of but its totally a secret. I can't tell you."

"Oh please." The girls all begged. "We want a new game!"

"Oh all right." Jean pretended to relent. "But if you are chicken
you can't play. Who here is chicken?"

"Not me!" said Ellie.

"Not me!" said Elsie.

"Not me!" said Judy.

"Not I!" said Kathy.

"I'm no chicken!" said Shelly.

"None of us are afraid." Rebecca finished.

"Well then!" Jean hopped up from her chair. This game is called
Winky Winky Drinkie Toilet!" The girls looked at each other in
puzzlement.

"That is a weird name Mom." Said Rebecca. "Especially the toilet
part. What is it?"
"Have any of you girls ever drunk champagne before?" Jean went
over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle from a shelf
especially reserved for chilled wines.

They all shook their heads no.

"Well it tastes like soda pop but makes you feel like you are
riding on a Ferris wheel. The Champagne is the prize. Jean popped
the cork as the girls squealed in surprise at the sudden bang.

"The first round you drink out of a glass." Jean poured out seven
champagne goblets, passing one to each girl. "Cheers, here's to a
night of all girl fun!"

They all drank down their glass making comments about the taste
and the bubbles. Once they were finished  the girls began to get
light headed and could not stop giggling.

"Now we do naughty things with our bottoms!" Jean said turning
around and opening her ass up to the room. "Hello little girls,
my name is Mrs Assy Poo, what is yours?"

The girls laughed and laughed at the silly sight of Mrs Fletcher
talking by opening and closing her bottom with her hands. Each of
the girls in kind made their own bottom talk, though there was
far more giggling and falling down and laughing than real
ventriloquism.

"We want more Champlame!" shouted Ellie as she giggled, talking
through her bottom to her mom.

"Ok Miss Bottom Kiss." Jean said to Ellie. "Hold open your bottom
and she can drink it."

Jean took the Champagne, put her finger over the opening gave it
a quick shake and pushed the opening into her daughter's
asshole...thus filling the little girl's bowel with bubble
charged cold champagne.

"Now then, who is going to drink from Miss Bottom Kiss? Elsie you
are first!" Jean pulled the smiling Asian in close to her friends
ass putting the girls open mouth in front of the opening. Ellie
let fly as the champagne shot out into the little girl's mouth
and face. The girls laughed so hard they pissed the floor and
still they laughed.

Ellie managed to get the first bit of the oncoming shit coming
down from dinner along with her alcoholic drink and spat the
nasty little bit out, making a sour face. She then joined in with
the waves of laughter.

"I want to try it!" shouted Judy. My Bottom is named "Poopy
Longstockings. She wants to give a drink to Shelly."

Jean again shook the bottle and gave Judy a champagne enema as
Shelly got behind her and received it in her still giggling mouth
with a hard blast that splattered the ceiling and wallpaper. The
girls squealed again laughing at getting the extra spray intended
for Shelly's mouth.

"Did you taste any poop?" Ellie asked Shelly as she finished
swallowing the drink.

"Is that what the bitter part was? Ewwww!" Shelly crinkled her
nose and made a foul expression as again the laughter pealed
through the room.

"Its ok to swallow the poo." Jean smiled getting another bottle
from the refrigerator. "Its part of the game. Later on we get
even nastier!"

Soon every child had drunk at least twice from another girls ass
with the exception of Mrs Fletcher who held back as mistress of
ceremonies.

"When do we drink from you butt mom?" Rebecca asked at last after
catching her breath from so much laughing her sides ached.

"Does every body feel really good?" Jean said smiling broadly.

"YES!" they all shouted in unison. They were totally looped to be
truthful.

Lie down, make a star on the floor. Your heads lie together, and
your legs go out making the points. All six of you now, this is
where the fun begins!" Jean laughed at the thought the moment had
finally come. For nearly an hour she had held back cramps. Her
bowel was ready to burst from the pressure.

The little girls all lay on their backs, the tops of their heads
touching. Their naked legs pointed out of the circle making a six
point star. Stepping over them Jean lowered her ass so that all
six faces were very close to her wide spread crack.

"You forgot to put champagne in it." Laughed Elsie, referring to
the fact Jean had not given herself an enema first.

Jean let fly with a half thick past of diarrhea that splattered
the girls taking them all by complete surprise.

There were screams and squeals as the shit coated their faces and
heads. None had seen this part of the game coming. Trying to
rise, Jean pushed them down as wave after wave of her shit
plastered their little faces. "Be good girls and eat your
dessert." She said in a mock motherly tone. They couldn't help
but swallow. They had to open their mouths to breath.

When she felt she had shit enough Jean released the girls who
staggered drunkenly to sitting positions. They were making noises
of complaint and trying to wipe the shit from their eyes and
noses.

Spitting and blubbering the girls began to open their eyes, ready
to cry. When they caught sight of each other, plastered with
brown blobs looking like aboriginal mud women they instead
smiled, then began to laugh. Soon they were rolling on the floor
in piss and shit completely in the throngs of laughing themselves
horse.

When they finished the girls shrugged off their tears. "Well,"
said Rebecca, "if this is how it's played..." and in a group they
leaped up dragging Mrs. Fletcher to the floor ticking her  and
holding her down. As she laughed Rebecca squatted over her
mother's face letting fly with her own torrent of half firm bile.
The other girls rubbed it in her face, shoved it in her mouth and
coated her hair and body with it. Laughing like drunken lunatics
the girls and Jean spent the next several hours shitting on one
another, eating it, and licking each others private parts in an
orgy of heathen debauchery.

It was the best night of Jean's life.

To be continued...