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...