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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: It Started With A Prayer
Summary: In an effort to deal with his sexual issues, Julian joins an
underground church.  He meets a seven year old aura reader named Melissa
and spirals into an unusual set of relationships.
Keywords: Warning!  Mg, MW, inter, incest, ws, scat, Language

   DISCLAIMER

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It is
anime, hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked up
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the illicit acts described, except for that act of fantasy
itself, which allows for extreme imagined behavior and exploration, but
does not even begin to suggest such behavior is appropriate.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even thought
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that exploring your desires via
fantasy is much healthier and worlds safer than much less extreme actual
risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present:

   IT STARTED WITH A PRAYER
01: Getting Dumped
I had just been dumped.....again.  It always seemed to happen the same
way, followed the same pattern.  Patty and I had been together for more
than a year.  Is seemed that we really connected.  We liked the same
movies, songs, books.  We liked to exercise.  We both liked to fuck
bareback, which necessitated monogamy.  It was all good, except she knew I
was keeping something from her.  Some dark secret that made me hesitate to
propose marriage.  Every once in a while she would quiz me.  Had I done
something illegal?  Was it something sexual?  Was it a moral issue?  Was I

already married?

   I held off as long as I could, knowing from experience where it would go
as soon as I let the cat out of the bag.

   But then it happened.  It happened in the coolness of a dark April
night, in the afterglow of lovemaking.  Patty asked me once again to tell
my dark secret, the one that held me back from a marriage proposal.  She
assured me, as had all the others before, that it would make no difference.
Her love was true and she totally accepted me as I was.  She promised.  She
swore it.  She just needed to know so that it could prove that I had
nothing to fear from giving her my full trust and confidence.  After all,
were we not lovers, soul-mates, meant for each other.  Didn't we want to
get married, have kids together.  A Family?  A future?

   So once again I took the leap of faith that proved I was a total fool. I
opened my soul to her, and once again I saw the transformation of my
lover's countenance from full devotion to shock and then to complete
disgust.

   "Patty, baby," I said.  "Before I say anything, please understand I'm
not even suggesting we do anything about this.  It's just a thing that
fascinates me.  I never expect you to do it.  It's just a thing, you know
what I mean.  Just a thing."

   "Well?" my redheaded lover said expectantly.

   "I want to drink your piss," I finally admitted, feeling more shy and
vulnerable than ever.

   A shocked expression came across her face, so I figured, in for a penny,
in for a pound and said "And I want to pee on you, in you, in your mouth,
in your pussy, in your asshole."

   "You want me to drink your piss?" she asked in disbelief.

   "Like I said, I don't expect you to do it," I said.

   "Is there more," she asked, suddenly cold and demanding.

   Fuck, I thought to myself, why even bother.  I started getting angry in
my own right.  I knew where this was going.  I knew from the look on her
face.

   "Yeah," I said, a little gruffly.  "I want to see you shit.  I want you
to squat on top of me so I can see your asshole open and see your shit come
out, to touch it, to smell it, to smear it all over your ass, your cunt, on
me and I want to...."

   "No!" she suddenly quelled.  "Don't even say it.  Is that why you always
wanted to lick my asshole when you went down on me?  You wanted to taste my
shit?"

   "Well, yeah," I admitted, as if this should be a foregone conclusion.

   "You sick pervert!" she exclaimed.  "You filthy motherfucker.  I
never......"

   She stormed out of the room.  I didn't even try to remind her she had
said it didn't matter.  What was the use.  It wouldn't solve anything.  I'd
been through all this before.

   Maybe she could have accepted a dark past of violence and perfidy. 
Perhaps she was prepared to accept wide ranging psychological problems, but
when she heard me tell her what I really wanted and needed for full
gratification in our intimate sex-life; that I needed to share piss and
shit with her, she balked.  Shortly thereafter she packed up and exited my
life, reinforcing my belief that sharing my true self was death for any
relationship and assured that my sick desires were worse than ever.

   So I didn't say a word when she packed her bags or chided me for being a
sick fuck.  I just waited as she threw her keys at me and headed out the
door.  And the truth is that I kept thinking it was a good thing.  She had
left before I had admitted too much.  Not the worst part, not the most
dangerous part.  That I was attracted to little girls as well as full grown
women.

   I'd only got to that admission twice in my life, and in both cases I'd
wound up leaving town.  I had never done anything about my desires for
little girls, not really.  There had been occasions when I had watched a
little girl bouncing around in a bathing suit, her delectable camel-toe
making my mouth water, or seeing a bubble butted pre-teen bouncing down the
street holding hands with her mother and father, imagining how beautiful
that little ass would be if it were naked to my hungry eyes.  And there had
been times when my cock had hardened while reading stories to my brother's
and sister's nieces, all of whom seemed to be unaware of my unsolicited
response.

   As for fulfilling my toilet sex fantasies, there had been only five
serious lovers in my life, and every one of them dealt with my perversions
in the same way.  They dumped me.  It was only the occasional casual sex
partner who had ever engaged in shit and piss games with me, and that never
truly satisfied me because I needed an intimate connection to get true
sexual satisfaction.  So it seemed I was damned either way.  I could either
fuck around without romance and not feel real satisfaction or have a
romantic relationship and not feel real satisfaction.  It was a lousy
scenario either way.

   Back to my latest tragedy, I can't even say it was a real surprise when
Patty's declaration of acceptance turned into total rejection.  That didn't
keep it from hurting like hell though.  So that night, feeling guilty for
my sins and stupid for admitting them to Patty, I had a couple of shots of
Scotch, sang along with old soul and country heart-breaker songs, then got
ready to crawl into bed somewhat, but not totally, inebriated.

   As I prepared for what I estimated to be the first of many empty lonely
nights to come, I prayed.  First remembering to give thanks for my life, my
job, my talents and skills that allowed me to enjoy all but one aspect of
existence.  Then I apologized for my shortcomings and asked that my own
perversions never allow anyone else to come to harm.  And then I asked for
what I felt I needed, a lover or a set of lovers that spanned all my
fantasies and who could accept me unconditionally, as I would accept them.
If that was wrong to ask for, then I asked at least for a way to live with
my unacceptable desires.

   This isn't meant to be sacrilegious.  I'm a spiritual guy and I
genuinely believe in the power of prayer.  Not that we get what we ask for
when we ask for specifics.  After all, we have finite minds and
expectations whereas God, however you perceive God, is much more expansive
than our imagination.  So, when I go to God with an open heart and
gratitude for life itself, I believe God listens.  I also believe God
responds.  It falls to me to accept the response and to act upon it.  This
story is a case in point.

   So, I rose up from my knees to go to bed.  As I pulled back the covers I
just happened to see the Sunday supplement from the week before still lying
on the bedside stand.  A breeze from my open window must have ruffled
through its pages because it was open to an article buried towards the
back. The headline read "Harmonia Spiritual Community Still Champions Peace
and Unconditional Love".  I stared at the article in open mouthed wonder.
The article practically glowed in dim light, like an arrow pointing the
way. I smiled, gave knowing thanks and started reading.

   The article said that the Harmonia Community was celebrating its 40th
anniversary.  The old hippies that had started it were still going strong,
championing causes like habitat for humanity and community gardens.  It
didn't have any particular affiliation with any religious sect.  It had no
building, but met in its members homes, or occasionally gathered for
retreats at lodges or resorts.  It members spanned across new age stylisms
to more traditional Christian, Buddhist, Hindu and Muslim adherents, even
devout agnostics who were able to open their minds and hearts a bit to
accept the validity of other paths to enlightenment were part of the
congregation.  It then gave an post office box and a telephone number.

   It was late, but I made the call.  I was surprised to hear a human
answer the phone.  It was a friendly woman who was happy to provide the
address for the next Sunday's service.  She added that the service included
a pot luck lunch.

   I spent the next week researching the church.  It appeared legitimate,
focused on service rather than eliciting new members or building a
financial portfolio and never went in for publicity.  The article I had was
one of only a handful that had been published about the church over the
years.  At the same time, its individual members were noted several times a
year for their dedication to community services.

   So that Sunday, I hit the local deli, got a big basket of cold-cuts,
veggies and dips, then used my GPS to guide me to the address I had been
given.
02: Meeting My Destiny - Her Name Was Melissa And She Was Only Seven
It took a little doing but I got to the right address.  As I noted, the
services were usually held in people's houses.  This week it was a house in
an odd little oasis of affluence in the middle of the inner city.  To get
there I had to wind my way through the worst part of town, but the crack
houses and despoiled neighborhoods suddenly changed to a little garden
community when I made a right hand turn onto Walnut street.  I saw the
street number and pulled into this huge driveway with cars five deep and

four wide.

   I wasn't sure what I was getting into but I figured I could always bail
if they started handing out the Kool-Aid and predicting the end of the
world.  With my covered tray of deli-offerings in hand, I headed up to an
expansive porch and saw a mature looking silver headed earth goddess type
sitting in a porch swing.

   She flashed me a friendly smile and said "Hi neighbor.  Here to join our
service?"

   "Yeah," I smiled back.  "I saw...."

   "...the article in the Sunday supplement." she finished my sentence for
me.

   "Yes," I admitted feeling a little abashed.

   "Well go on in," she said, still as friendly as before.  "I think you'll
find what you need here."

   "Thanks," I said.  feeling weirdly welcome and happy I had come.

   I walked into a very crowded entry hall.  There were lots of folks
milling about and a few small cliques leaning in close to each other.  I
entered with my plate of appetizers held before me like a religious
offering, or maybe a shield because I felt a need to be on my guard.  A
gray bearded elder who looked outlandishly healthy for his age pointed me
towards a buffet like table where I dropped off my offering, then rummaged
around the periphery of the crowd till I found a big chair in a corner to
lounge in.  I settled in hoping to stay out of the way and observe the
goings on for the time being.

   I liked what I saw.  People were doing their best to connect.  I could
see that sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't.  Me, I'd just decided
to keep to myself for the time being.

   Then I saw her, so out of place you could pick her out of a line up. 
Somewhere in her early to mid 20's.  Long blond hair and long shapely
slender legs.  Curves that women struggle to earn and men pay good money to
get close to.  She was wearing very short cut off jeans, better suited to
the street corner than a church and a low cut blouse that exposed her
generous cleavage like an advertisement for mother's milk.  All that and a
pronounced heart shaped ass to go with it.  If she wasn't a whore she was
impersonating one perfectly.  And something deep in my gut and groin told
me I had to have her.  "Fuck and shit," I murmured to myself "I've got to
have me some of that."

   Suddenly a pint sized voice cut through my sex crazed reverie with
"Don't even think about it.  That's my momma and she don't fuck white guys.
She says white men ain't got no dicks and wouldn't know what to do with
them if they did."

   I looked over to my side and found myself gazing directly into the hazel
eyes of a beautiful milk chocolate colored girl child, not quite ready for
puberty, but her features almost mirrored the blond I was gravitating
towards.  She had the slender lanky figure of a girl destined to either be
a model or often seduced with the promise of becoming one.  I noticed she
had also inherited her mother's pert ass.  To my embarrassment, the child
was apparently all too wise to what was behind my licentious gaze and said
"I'm too young to have a boyfriend."

   Instead of taking umbrage at her perceptive observation, I just said
"Shit, looks like I'm batting zero for today then."

   The girl giggled and seemed to make a decision, and it turned out to be
one which was to change both of our lives.

   "Scoot over," she said, "I'm going to sit with you."

   I happily did as I was told and there was just enough room in the lounge
for her to wedge herself in beside me.  We were now in contact from our
shoulders to our hips.  It felt both innocent and sexy at the same time.  I
found myself wanting more and telling myself to shut the fuck up.

   "You're weird," said the preteen delight as she scrunched in tight
beside me.

   "I can't argue that," I admitted, then added.  "So why are you sitting
with me."

   "Sometimes weird is good," she said, as mysterious as a child can sound.

   "How old are you?" I asked.  "I suddenly suspect you are a 35 year old
midget instead of a little girl."

   She slapped my upper thigh and let her hand linger there while she
spoke, "I'm seven." Then she pointed at the only other black kids in the
room.  "That's my brother Richard and my sister Rachael.  He's 11 and she's
five.

   I looked at the two kids hovering near their mom.  The looked distinctly
different from each other and from the child sitting beside me.  The boy,
at eleven, was already a hulking figure, big for his age and darker than my
chair partner, looking taciturn and unfriendly.  The little girl was a
round ebony ball of nervous energy.  She was chubby and very dark and she
couldn't stand still and seemed to be in the middle of a never ending
monologue.  The girl beside me caught me looking and said, "We all got
different daddies.  Mommy can't hold onto a man very long, or even remember
their names." The laughed at her own joke and leaned over closer to me so I
could feel and smell her fresh sweet breath as my arm sneaked around her
shoulder and she scooted forward as if to invite me to loop it around her
waist, which seemed the natural thing to do, so I did.  She didn't flinch
or move away so I left it there.  Meanwhile the girl kept talking "Momma
has serious issues," she confided, as if repeating something she had heard
often before.  "She hears voices and sees stuff that's not real.  She says
it's 'cause she started doing drugs when she was my age.  That and she's
been fucking since she was eight.  Mommy says that messes you up really bad
when you start that stuff so young."

   Then she turned to me and said curtly, "When did you start fucking?"

   I suddenly avoided eye-contact, did my best to switch gears and subjects
as abruptly as possible.  "And what's your name?"

   "Melissa," she answered and lay back in the chair, trapping my arm
behind her just as my hand slipped down to her slender hip.  She slapped my
leg again and squeezed my thigh as she pursued her previous line of
questioning.  "Really, how old were you?"

   I looked her in her perfectly innocent eyes and lied sincerely, "I
didn't actually have sex till I was 18."

   "Really?" she insisted, squeezing my upper thigh with her hand in a way
that somehow caused my newly awakened cock to lurch.

   "No," I admitted, "but this isn't the kind of question you should be
asking a stranger."

   "You ain't no stranger," she countered.  "You got a friendly glow around
you.  A best friends forever kind of glow."

   "What?" I said, feeling that perhaps her mother wasn't the only one with
'issues' in her family.  That and knowing I did not have the most honorable
of intents with either her or her mother.

   "Sure," she said.  "It's my gift.  I see peoples' glows.  Yours is all
friendly and horny.  You want to fuck me and my Momma both, don't you?"

   I was ready to lunge up out of the chair and run out into the Sunday
afternoon, never to be seen in this congregation again, but she had me
clinched tight.  "I would never...." I started, but Melissa cut me off. 
"Don't worry, it's okay.  The friendly glow is stronger than the you want
to fuck me glow," as if that settled everything.  Then she said in a little
girl voice that held way too much life experience for a preteen, "Are you
conflicted?"

   Hearing that term from a seven year old made me laugh and shook me up.
"What I am is scared out of my wits," I said, in a desperate half-laugh. 
"You read auras way too good for a little girl.  That's what it is you're
doing isn't it?"

   She ignored me and went on, "I mainly use it to stay away from people
with scary glows.  Momma says that's why I'm still a virgin." Then she
leaned in close as my hand automatically slipped down to cup her little
round bottom.  Again, without any seeming notice or objection from the
child.  She leaned in even closer and whispered, "Momma don't know I ain't
a virgin no more."

   "Oh?" I queried, knowing I was back in dangerous territory but intrigued
nonetheless.  My dick was getting too hard to go unnoticed by anyone
looking too closely and I couldn't seem to get it to subside.

   "Yeah, but it wasn't no fun.  Just hurt and messy.  I bled and stuff and
had to clean up the mess."

   "Oh," I said, suddenly losing my ardor.  "I'm sorry." Then cautiously,
not wanting to be misconstrued, I added.  "But if it wasn't good, that was
because the guy did it all wrong." I said.  "I promise when you get old
enough to really enjoy it, and if you find somebody you really love and he
does it right, it will feel really good."

   "Promise?" she asked.

   "I promise," I assured her.

   Just then her mother appeared out of nowhere with Melissa's two siblings
by her side.

   "Promise what?" she said.  Her voice suspicious and interested.  I'm
sure I blushed beat red from both guilt and the accusation.  Still, when I
looked up at her in those short shorts and her breasts threatening to free
themselves at any second, it was hard to concentrate on any question.

   "It's okay, Momma.  He's good.  I can tell."

   "You can see?" asked her mother, trying to keep Melissa's abnormality
from being revealed.

   "I'm sure, Momma." said Melissa.

   "If you say so," said her mother, though still eying me critically,
"You've never been wrong yet, but his hand looks awfully familiar with your
butt cheek."

   I started to jerk my hand away, but Melissa gripped my arm tight to keep
everything situated exactly as it was.

   "It's okay, Momma.  Really.  He's nice.  He won't do nothing."

   "You sure?" the beautiful slutty mother asked.

   "I'm sure," affirmed Melissa.  "But he does want to fuck you up your
booty," she giggled.

   But this didn't phase her mother, "Doesn't everybody?" she asked, then
laughed.  She looked at me curiously and said, "You know I'm pretty fucked
up, don't you?" she asked, giving me fair warning.

   "So I am told," I said, nodding towards Melissa.  "But then that's why
we're here isn't it?"

   She laughed again.  "I guess so," she agreed.  Then she suddenly sat
down on my lap, wriggling to properly position the crack of her well formed
ass spread across my cock.  Once she got the length and breadth of me
measured she turned to me, her lips a bare breath away from my mouth and
said, "You may be alright," she said.

   "Momma!  You're skrunching me," complained Melissa.

   "I am not," sparred her mother, as if they were both little girls, "You
just want to keep him all to yourself."

   "Well, I found him first," complained Melissa.  "He was sitting here and
I saw his horny friendly glow all over the place and I found him.  He's
mine."

   Her mother shut the girl up with a cold stare.  "You can have the
friendly glow part, but any horns are mine." she said.

   "I know that, Momma, but I like him."

   Suddenly, the squat fat little five year old, Rachel broke in, trying to
force my knees apart to stay close to her mother.  "But Momma, he ain't
black."

   "Yeah," interjected the eldest of the siblings, "You said you never had
no use for no white square motherfucker." he said deviously, challenging
both my manhood and my sudden male intervention into his family circle.

   "Hey," I said.  "I just came here to go to church."

   "That's not what your dick is telling me," said the kid's mother as she
wriggled suggestively on my rock hard cock.

   "Well, I may have gotten sidetracked here, but the real reason I came
was to see if I could find a home in this church."

   "Seems to me you got one," said a warm voice.  Standing above all of us
was a Richard Branson looking guy with silver hair, goatee and a
surprisingly lean muscular frame.  "Viola and her kids have been trying to
find a place here for the past year.  Seems to me the parts of the puzzle
are finally starting to come together." Then he walked away without another
word.

   "That's Simon Grant," Viola explained.  "He was one of the people who
started Harmonia over 40 years ago." said Viola.  "We got hooked up with
Harmonia because William Stanley was working with me as my social worker to
get me up on my feet and out of addiction." She pointed to a very heavy and
very tall bearded man who was gesturing emphatically to make some point
with a group of people.  "He thought introducing me and my kids to the
church might help.  Worked pretty good, I don't do smack or meth anymore,
but I drink like a motherfucker to make up for it.  I'm still peddling my
ass and get fucked up whenever I can afford to, just booze and weed
though." Then she pursed her lips and brushed them against mine.  "Think
you can handle a nigger loving psychotic addict whore bitch?" she half
chided and half challenged me in an angelic whisper.  "You man enough to
save me and my babies?"

   What Viola did not know was that throughout this exchange little Melissa
had somehow shifted around and used her hand to wedge my fingers down the
back of her jeans.  With almost a lack of conscious intent, I had winnowed
them deeper, under her cotton panties and down the sweet crack of her pert
little ass.  When I realized what was happening, while Viola was pointing
out Mr Stanley, I intentionally tested my little charge by seeking out her
tiny anal aperture and rubbing my forefinger against it.  She had in turn
started and stared at me with surprise, but then determinedly stolen her
mother's thunder by wriggling about to capture the tip of my finger in her
tight little asshole.  I had upped the ante by wedging my digit further up
her ass to the first knuckle.  This made her wiggle around in what could
have been discomfort or could have been surprised pleasure.  It must have
been the latter because she followed up with a half frown and grinding down
even harder onto my finger, sending it lurching up into her immature ass
tube to the second knuckle.  I used her movement to slide my hand in
position and send my shit seeking finger even further up into her slender
body until it was buried all the way up her asshole.  With an imperceptible
grunt, she sat down hard, her big brown eyes even wider than normal, but
instead of trying to decrease the pressure, she ground down harder, wedging
my finger right into a sticky dollop of shit.

   "Mine!" she declared as if this were her triumph, clutching at my
shoulder with her hands and squeezing her butt-hole tight in affirmation,
then relaxing to fill her anal vacuum even more fully.  My dick lurched and
Viola took this as confirmation of her last question.

   "That's not what his cock says," restated Viola.  "His dick just tried
to bust through his pants to get at my ass little girl."

   "Whatever," countered Melissa, wriggling around to agitate the movement
of my ass fucking finger into her prepubescent bowels even more.  She gave
another little grunt, grabbed me by my upper arm and said in a heated pant,
"You just better not scare him away or I'll never forgive you."

   With Little five year old Rachael now pressing into my groin to get
closer to her mother and her mother giving me a lap dance of sorts, along
with Melissa manipulating my finger deep inside her asshole, I was about to
explode.  So when Viola rubbed her titties against my chest and said to me,
"Are you scared?" I honestly replied.  "Scared, I'm downright terrified,
But please don't stop.  I love this shit."

   With that, everyone laughed.  Everyone that is, except Richard.  He
glared at me.  His recrimination was again "You ain't black." To which I
could only say, "You're right.  But then, You're Momma is white."

   He would have slugged me then if he could have gotten away with it. 
Instead he dropped his head and said.  "Ain't neither.  She just looks
white."

   Even in the thrall of these three females I knew this was a bad thing so
I tried to reach out for the boy, "I'm sorry Richard.  It doesn't really
matter one way or another.  Black.  white, whatever.  We're all ...  well,
we're all messed up."

   Richard looked up at me.  "You too?"

   I grinned at the boy, considered my position amongst his mother and
sisters and said, "Sure.  Everybody is.  That's why we need a church to go
to, to gather together and help set us straight when we're losing our way,
to keep us going the way we really want."

   For some reason, this inspired Viola to kiss me on the cheek and Vanessa
to wriggle, then break into an involuntary shudder, clenching my arm tight
as she did.  Knowing the signals, I realized the child had just had an anal
orgasm.  I looked at her, and saw her sigh, then just sort of collapse
against me.  Her eyes drooped as if suddenly asleep.

   When I looked back to Richard, he was looking at me as if I had suddenly
morphed from monster to human being.  He was also morphing from cock
blocker to facilitator, standing so that he blocked the sight lines from
most of the room.  At the same time, little Rachel had suddenly discovered
my hard dick under her mother's ass and began to squeeze and milk it like a
new toy.

   "Uh-" I started to tell the little girl to stop it but Viola cut in.

   "Rachel, I feel what you're doing there," Then she said to me.  "She's
just curious."

   "I-uh-I know, I said.  "But if she doesn't quit, I'm going to..."

   "Cum?" asked Viola.

   "Yeah," I said as I started to reposition myself in the chair to pull
away from the inquisitive little girl.

   "Let her," Viola ordered.  "She don't mean nothing by it and it's a good
way for us to get acquainted." Then she turned to her chubby little black
daughter.  "Go ahead, baby.  Do whatever you want."

   The made Rachel giggle and she began to experiment with the sausage roll
that was my dick.  She squeezed it, pulled at it and rubbed it.  She
measured it and cupped my balls in her chubby little hand, squeezing them
as well.

   "Wow"" said the child.  "He got a thick one, Momma.  It feels all hard
and Squishy at the same time."

   "Go ahead," Viola said softly to me.  "Cum.  Cum for me.  Cum for me and
my babies too."

   Heaven help me that is what I did.  My cock lurched and squirted out a
massive flow of semen in the oddest orgasm I had ever had.  I was fully
clothed and in public, covered and protected from view by a hulking eleven
year old boy while his five year old sister jacked me off, his hot sexy
tramp of a mother egged her on and her sweet seven year old heart breaker
of a daughter, Melissa, still encased my finger fully up her tightening,
then relaxing and shuddering asshole as she breathed softly against my
shoulder.

   I gasped as softly as I could.  "I came."

   "I know," encouraged Viola, looking into my eyes.  "Isn't it good?"

   "Fuck yes," I said.

   Viola smiled.  "Then I think you'll do.  You should thank Rachel. 
You're the first man she's ever made cum."

   Catching my breath, I said "Rachel, Thank you sweetheart." but then
added.  "You probably shouldn't grab a man's junk like that.  He might get
the wrong idea."

   "What idea?" asked the child, happily leading me to my own destruction.
At the same time she continued messaging my limp prick back to life.

   "Well, he might think you wanted something else," I said.

   Rachel giggled.  "What?" she asked.

   Viola explained in her own terse way, "That you wanted that tiny little
cunt of yours ripped open and torn apart."

   Rachel froze and let go of my hardening dick.

   "I don't wanna fuck nobody," Rachel excused herself.

   I broke in now.  I felt responsible and was already walking the
tightrope between teaching and debauching the child.

   "Of course you don't." I said.  "You were just curious.  We all know
that, and you made me feel very very good, but I just don't want you to go
grab any old man's penis thinking he'll be so understanding.  There's lots
of bad guys out there."

   "So I can play with your dick, but should stay away from bad guys?"

   I said, "Honey, if I try to get you to play with my dick, I am pretty
much a bad buy to start with."

   "Really?" she said, getting confused.

   "No," suddenly interjected Melissa, now coming back to life from her own
trip to paradise and back.  "He ain't no bad man.  He feels guilty about it
and don't want you to get in trouble." Then with a wriggle and another
small gasp of pleasure she added, "And he don't want to get in trouble
either." She grinned up at me.  "And what's your name?  We doing really
private stuff together and you ain't even told us who you are."

   I laughed.  She was right.  We'd all just had a strange encounter and no
one had yet asked me who I was.  "Julian Watkins, "I said.  "Lots of people
just call me Jules.

   Then she addressed her little sister.  "You can trust Jules, Rachel. 
Always.  He won't hurt you and he won't let anybody else hurt you.  He's
your friend, even if you fuck him or he fucks you.  Even if he does the
nastiest stuff with Momma or me or you or even Richard.  He won't make you
do anything that you don't like or scares you or hurts you."

   We all stared at Melissa, who simply said, "It's true.  I know."

   It was Richard who spoke up next, "I ain't no fag."

   "Me too," I agreed, which brought gentle smiles all around, "Although I
have nothing against people who are."

   Feeling safe, Rachel recaptured my half-hard cock and massaged it some
more, completely resuscitating it.  At the same time, Melissa began
wriggling against my still embedded finger in an attempt to recapture some
of the pleasure she had experienced before and Viola kissed my lips,
sweetly and chastely at first, then wet, open mouthed and sluttish. 
Richard stood in front of us all, watching intently, yet still serving as a
vision blocker as he frowned his now benign disapproval.

   Our getting to know each other session was suddenly interrupted by the
voice of a clean cut young man who appeared to be in charge of the service.

   "Gather, people.  It's time to start.  "

   Richard, Rachael and Viola all headed off, the two kids holding each of
her hands.  Viola turned back, "You coming?" she asked.

   "Just a minute" I said meekly, "I need to compose myself." She nodded
knowingly, eying my erection.  Once she had turned her back, I began to
slowly and gently withdraw my finger from Melissa's butt hole.  She gasped
as I disengaged, then stared at my finger as I carefully pulled it up in
front of my face.

   "Yuck," she said, seeing that my finger was shit-streaked and had a
globule of messy brown feces smeared across the finger tip.  I smiled at
her, sniffed my finger to her consternation then popped my finger into my
mouth and sucked off the shitty residue to both clean it and to enjoy one
of the the nastiest expressions of love I have ever come up with.

   "Mmm," I murmured as the shitty flavor exploded in my mouth and set my
cock to throbbing once again.  I then popped the now clean finger out of my
mouth and looked Melissa right in her big brown eyes, "Yummy.  I love it."

   Melissa looked at me with a disgusted but comical face.  "You are so
nasty," she said, and whispered.  "You just ate my shit."

   "And loved it," I added.  "I'll do it any time you let me."

   Melissa stared at me in what I first thought was revulsion, but then she
grabbed my finger and smelled it.  "Smells like dookie," she said.  Then
added cryptically, "I like it too." She then hopped off the chair, grabbed
my tainted hand and walked with me to what I found to be the opening prayer
circle for the service.

   I found myself holding Melissa's hand with my right and an unidentified
stranger to the left.  Another newbie like myself I guessed.  The young man
who led the prayer had obviously done this before and knew what he was
doing.  He thanked everyone for coming, then half prayed/half explained
that Harmonia was about acceptance and actively pursuing your calling as
set forth by your own higher power.  He also thanked everyone for the
opportunity to lead the service with his group of friends who were going to
focus on forgiveness this week.

   We then broke up in groups to discuss what forgiveness meant, how it
worked in our lives and what we needed to work on forgiveness for.  The
discussion felt good.  I kept to myself mainly, but found myself getting
inspired by the testimony of the people around me.  More and more, it felt
right to be there, in this scattered spiritual community of hippies, social
activists and desperate losers looking for a way back into society.

   So when we got back to the circle and the group leaders gave their
summary of what they had discussed about forgiveness.  We were asked to
close the service in another prayer circle, but before the prayer, we were
asked to express our feelings, thoughts and inspirations on forgiveness one
by one.  It turned out everyone had somebody to forgive or to ask
forgiveness from.  I felt moved and the kind of cleansing that comes with
shared confessions.  When it came my turn I said, "I need to forgive my ex.
She just dumped me a few days ago.  She couldn't help it.  She had said it
didn't matter what dark secrets I might hold, she could love me and we
would work on it together, but when I finally told her she balked and left.
That led me to come here, and perhaps I should even be grateful, because I
have already found a place here with Viola and her kids, and with this
community of brave souls.  I hope to come back to these services again and
again."

   I got several affirmations for that.  "The lady who had first greeted me
on the porch asked, "Would you like to share that secret here?"

   "Not yet, I admitted.  "Maybe later.  I've been hurt too many times."

   Next up was Melissa.  She looked up to me as if in deep thought, then
surprised me by breaking the circle and walking over in front of her
brother Richard.  She said to him, "I forgive you Richard.  You are my
brother and I love you.  But don't never rape nobody ever again.  It hurts
and it's bad.

   Richard looked at Melissa in shock then burst into tears and "I'm sorry,
'Lissa.  I'm sorry."

   The circle's pacific calm suddenly changed into something hostile.  I
saw the faces around the circle transmute into confusion and/or downright
hostility.  What about forgiveness, I asked myself.  Then I felt compelled
to speak up.  It came on me and I stepped forward before anyone else had a
chance to speak.  "Could I intervene?" I asked.

   It was a shocked Viola who spoke.  "Please," she said.  "'Cause if you
don't I may kill this boy here and now."

   I breathed a short quiet personal prayer for help, then said.  "Before
anyone speaks I want to remind you what is going on here.  Melissa is
forgiving her brother.  Richard is repenting.  Neither one understands what
happened.  Both of them love each other.  Both of them need guidance,
acceptance and love, not recrimination."

   One bespectacled woman, obviously outraged and with her own agenda
demanded, "What do you know about rape?"

   "A little," I said.  "More importantly, I feel I see what is happening
with this boy and girl.  I feel they are both taking the message from this
service to heart.  Forgiveness.  and the flip side of forgiveness is
repentance.  In fact, if its okay with them and their mother, I'd like to
volunteer to spend some time counseling both of them, separately and
together, in a safe environment, to help them come to terms with their
trauma.  Richard was the one who surprised me then.  He lunged into my arms
and started crying.  "Thank you," he sobbed.  "I feel so wrong about it.  I
know it was wrong.  I don't mean to be bad."

   I patted Richard on the back and said, "It's okay man.  It's okay. 
We'll make it all right." With that Melissa spontaneously joined in a three
way hug.

   "I love you, 'Lissa.  I'm so sorry," Richard said, tears streaming in
sincerity.  This set Melissa to tears.

   "I love you too, Rich," she cried.  "It'll be alright now, like Jules
said.  Jules is here." Through her tears she kissed her brother, first on
the cheek then on the mouth, and then pulled me down to her and kissed my
lips as well.  "I love you," she said tearfully.

   I was impressed, amazed and scared as hell.  This was not what I
expected when I came to this service and this church.  The offer of
intervention and counseling was as much a surprise to me as anyone else. 
It seemed to come out of my mouth involuntarily.  But then, when prayers
are answered, its not us who decide how they go.  Instead, we best go with
them.  Learn what you need to learn, do what you need to do.  That was what
I was saying to myself when I walked back into place with Melissa, but was
again surprised when Melissa did not join me.

   "I ain't done yet," she said as she took a place directly in front of
me, much as she had done with her brother.  Now my heart began to pound.  I
was guilty as hell and if this little girl decided to let people know I had
just finger fucked her asshole while her five year old sister jacked me
off, I could be a dead man.  I got ready to make a break for it just in
case that's what she had in mind.  Instead she said, "Jules, I want to
forgive you.  Not for anything today or anything here.  I think I know your
dark secret.  I think you let me know while you and me and Mommy talked
together.  Am I right?" Everyone looked on, hoping to find out the
mysterious dark secret I was holding inside.  I just shook my head yes. 
She went on, "And I want you to know I forgive you, and to tell you I got a
dark secret too, and I showed you mine too, didn't I?" I nodded yes again.
Then she said, "Don't never tell anybody mine and I won't tell anybody
yours, okay?" Again I nodded yes.  Then she said, in front of god, the
universe, the congregation and everybody, "Do you love me?"

   Now tears sprang to my eyes.  It felt like a washing of my soul better
than any water drenched baptism.  "Absolutely," I said laughing and crying
at the same time.  "Now and forever.  You and your family, but always,
especially, you.  I love you." We hugged and kissed again.  This time I
picked her up and she curled up in my arms with her head on my shoulder
like fathers and daughters the world over.  She wrapped her long colt-like
legs around my waist and squeezed me as tight as she could.  then she
started whispering in my ear.

   "Any time you want.  Anything you want.  I belong to you now.  You
belong to me." then she rose up and kissed me full on the lips, then lay
her head to the other shoulder and whispered, "And I want you to fuck my
butt with your finger and your dick and eat my shit right out of my
asshole, not just lick it off your fingers.  Okay?"

   I grinned in joy and celebration.  "Oh yes, little girl.  Oh yes." I
whispered.

   She grinned back.  We had no secrets, not from each other.  She knew my
darkest secrets, I liked little girls and I liked eating my lover's shit.
And she liked getting her little asshole plumbed.  She could cum from her
asshole.  And she could read aura's.  Our secrets and our love was
intertwined now and forever more.

   The service ended with me holding Melissa in my arms like that.  She
clenched me tight like I'd disappear if she let go.  At first I thought she
would be grafted to me forever, but as soon as the buffet opened, she
scrambled down and was off to the goodies table.

   I sighed to myself and suddenly found myself alone again.  It came to me
that I might take off and disappear never to be heard from again in this
community, but then thought better.  I had dropped in here on a wing and a
prayer.  An answer had been presented to me in the person of Melissa and
compounded by her family.  That was completely outside the scope of
anything I might have imagined, but that made it no less an answer or a
path to follow.  I figured I would try to play this hand out.  I could
always bolt and run, couldn't I?

   Left to my own devices, I spent the next hour mingling with the
congregation of odd mystics and social activists.  As people introduced
themselves I found the longstanding members crossed over practically every
spiritual boundary and level of social strata I could imagine.  And yet
somehow they managed to come together as a single community.  I found
myself drawn to these people and this church.  I felt I really had a chance
to belong and do some good here, even if the main attraction for me was
molesting a beautiful seven year old and her crazy mother.

   I was finally ready to leave but I wanted to touch base with Viola and
the kids before I did.  Was there anything I could do?  I had no idea where
to go from here, but I figured I'd see what ideas they had, what their
expectations were and what they needed first.

   The crowd was dwindling and I was hoping I hadn't missed them.  Finally,
I caught site of Viola talking to the big man she had identified as William
Stanley.  As I approached her I heard her say, "....and I say fuck you and
your experience.  You talk all this shit about faith and holy intervention,
but when I finally say 'okay' to it , you want to jump in and tell me this
can't work.  How you know that?  How you know anything?"

   William appeared to stay calm and he said, "You're falling into urban
vernacular again, Viola.  That's always an indication you're feeling
defensive.  Isn't it likely that means you know this is a bad move for you
and your kids?"

   I felt a surge of antagonism for the man, but tamped that down and
interjected, "Sometimes there's a good reason for being defensive."

   William swiveled to me and moved in close, towering above me.  "What do
you mean?" He said coldly.  He was about a foot taller than me, and easily
had over a hundred pounds on me.  He loomed over me like a giant over a
munchkin, but I'd seen this trick before and simply stood my ground.

   I kept my place between him and Viola.  "I'm not sure what you're
talking about here, but it appears you're being a little aggressive," I
said, making sure to keep myself between him and Viola and the kids.  I
caught Melissa out of the corner of my eye and saw her break into a
beautiful happy smile.  Richard and Rachael both suddenly lit up too.

   "I'm not being aggressive," grunted the big man.  "I am a pacifist."

   "A very aggressive pacifist," I said.  "And I don't like bullies."

   "I am not a bully," countered the giant.  "I'm only looking after
Viola's best interests."

   "I'm sure you are in your own mind," I said.  "but you're obviously
trying to intimidate both Viola and me.  Kind of like what Lyndon Johnson
used to do to people to win arguments." Then I looked at him as coolly as I
could.

   He and I were probably the only ones who knew what I meant among the
people involved there.  He laughed, realized he had been found out, then
backed off a step.

   "You're right," he said.  "Old habit, I'm afraid."

   "It's an unfair advantage," I replied, but quickly added, "But that's
okay, because life itself isn't fair.  We all have to learn to deal with
this kind of shit." I felt Viola move up closer behind me, putting her hand
on my shoulder and I felt her nipples brush up against me then press
against my back.  Seeing this, William stiffened in his own defensive
gesture.

   "You do know what you're getting yourself into?" he said to me,
switching tactics to try to win his point.

   "I'm sure I don't," I answered.  "But I feel its still what I'm supposed
to be doing."

   "You do know Viola has been certified as a schizophrenic?  She hears
voices.  she has both audio and visual hallucinations.  She's on
medication. She needs ongoing knowledgeable counseling."

   I nodded.  "I know.  Melissa told me."

   "She's got an compulsive obsessive fetish for black men as well," added
William.

   "As do we all," I joked, wanting to break the tension.  It worked for
Viola and the kids.  They laughed.  But it did nothing to deter William.

   "Here's the truth," I said, working hard at being honest and open.  "I
said a prayer before coming here today.  I prayed that I could come to
terms with myself, find a way to help others and to be part of a community
where I could be myself.  I fell into the arms of Melissa, Viola, Richard
and Rachel.  It's a really weird love at first sight kind of experience. 
They have accepted me as I am, and I believe I've done the same for them.
We may all still be fucked up, but at least we're all fucked up together."

   Viola bit my ear and chuckled, "Tell him Jules."

   The kids chimed in, "Yeah, tell him."

   I didn't want to fall into an us and them, or rather an us and him,
scenario, so I tried to deflect this from being a win/lose debate even as
William was staring knives into my heart.

   "Here's the thing, Mr Stanley," I said trying to be as respectful as I
could.  "I know enlightenment comes in a flash and changes our lives.  I'm
sure you've had experiences like that."

   "Yes," he said, "But that was a spiritual insight."

   "Right," I agreed.  "The insight I've had today, and it seems to be
shared by Viola, Melissa, Richard and Rachel, is that we have something to
offer each other."

   "And we ain't just talking cunt and ass," interjected Viola.

   "You better not," demanded William, seeing an opening.  I tried to close
that opening quick.

   "That may or may not be part of it," I said.  "I admit I have every
intention of bedding Viola at my earliest opportunity." This got everyone's
attention, and gave me the breathing room to go on.  "But that doesn't mean
we'll have an ongoing commitment beyond caring about each other, or that it
will change her obsession with black men.  This is a family thing, and a
community thing.  I expect you to still work with Viola and make sure she
stays stable and strong.  I support that.  I believe in it."

   I saw William's eyes glint.  He would see this as an in-road to regain
control of Viola and her kids, and I also realized we could never actually
be friends.  Still, I felt Viola needed both of us, at least for now.

   I went on, "I firmly believe my prayer was answered and when a prayer is
answered, it behooves me to pay attention.  It's already got me way outside
my comfort zone, and I am doing my best not to demand any specific outcome
from this set of relationships."

   "Good," said William, "I promise you I will be watching you every step
of the way."

   "I expect no less," I said, then added, "You know, under different
circumstances I would have assumed you and I would be able to connect on
some intellectual or spiritual level, but I have a feeling we will be at
odds from this moment on, at least when it comes to Viola and the kids."

   "I have the same feeling," he said coldly.

   I turned to Viola, who threw her arms around my waist and hunched into
me, "So you gonna tear up my pussy?  make me holler?"

   I smiled and said, "I'll do my best."

   "Think you can convert me to white dick?" she challenged me.

   "Not even a little bit," I admitted, "But I'd like to convert you to
mine, if only for a night."

   "Should you be discussing this in front of the kids?" William said,.

   Melissa stepped up and grabbed hold of me by my belt buckle.  "We want
him to fuck our Momma," she said shutting down any further comments he
might have.

   "Yeah," chimed in Richard and Rachel.

   "'Cause if he fucks our Momma, that means he'll be staying with us.  And
we want him to stay with us." explained Melissa.

   I grinned and said honestly, but primarily just because I didn't like
William, "Pussy is powerful stuff, dude." and saw him get even more pissed
off.  "It can save you and damn you, sometimes at the very same time."

   "And Momma's pussy is saving us," declared Melissa.

   "I believe in Momma's pussy," said Richard, gesticulating like a fire
and brimstone preacher, showing his own talent for egging on a situation.
"It's our salvation.  It brought us into the world, and now it's gonna give
us a way to live in the world.  Amen and hallelujah."

   Viola looked at Richard both amazed and amused.  This was probably the
first time he had stepped up, using humor as a vehicle for truth.

   Then Rachel had her own little surprise.  She wedged her way between the
Viola and me and blatantly laid a kiss on Viola's crotch.  "I love my
Momma's pussy." Then turned and gave the pants covering my bulging cock a
similar kiss.  "And I love Jules's dick too."

   "Put them together and what does the spell?" chided Richard, throwing
his arms around us all, clamping a palm on both his mother's and my ass to
press us tightly together, and joining all of us into a compact group.  We
all looked at him expectantly, "F.A.M.I.L.Y." he declared.  "Today we got
us a real family."

   "That's right!" cheered Melissa.  throwing her arms around my waist and
pressing her face into my stomach, much the same way her little sister was
pressing her face into my crotch.

   I was laughing.  Viola was dazed by this sudden revelation.  William was
shaking his head in disbelief that this odd familial connection was even
possible and certain it was utterly doomed to fail.

   Then Viola broke her speechlessness.  "Richard is right.  We got us some
kind of family thing going." She then looked at me with the oddest
expression.  "I don't know if you and me can ever get married or shit, but
this fucked up mess feels just about right to me."

   "Me too," I agreed.  "Where ever it leads."

   "Momma's pussy will lead us!" crowed Richard, not willing to give up the
theme he had discovered.  I playfully headbutted the kid and he grinned at
me.  Then he added.  "And dicks too.  Our dicks will lead us too."

   Melissa piped up, "Your dick already done led us to trouble," she said
to Richard.  "I think pussys is a lot better leaders than dicks."

   "Me to," Piped in Rachel.  "Pussys is girls and girls is better."

   I laughed.  From the recalcitrant, guilt-ridden adolescent of a couple
of hours earlier, Richard's true nature appeared to be awakening. 
Irreverent, funny and sharp.  I was beginning to like this kid.  Rachel
seemed your typical little girl, happy to feel safe and secure, and able to
handle any any aberrant environment if she felt protected.  I quickly
assessed that though little Melissa was the one who had coordinated these
adjustments, Viola and I were the ones who had to make it work.  A sigh
rose up from me, but I held onto the smile I already had and just layered
the joy over my doubt.

   William just said, "I will be in contact with you," he directed at Viola
and walked away.  I smiled at my new charges, for I was certainly now
responsible for each of them and said,

   "Well, kids," I said.  "I think we got us some work to do."

   "Like what?" said Viola.

   "We need to decide what to do next," I said.

   "We go home," said Viola.  "You do got a ride, don't you?"

   I looked at her.  "How did you get here," I asked.

   "We got a ride from William.  He usually picks up up and takes us home.
I can't drive," she said guiltily.  "Too many DUI's and now they say I'm
crazy."

   "Crazy hot," I murmured in her ear, then, "Yeah, of course I have a
car."

   "Crazy hot bitch," responded Viola in a loud clear voice.  "I ain't a
lot of fun, Jules.  Not when it comes down to it.  I got lots and lots of
issues."

   "I know," I said.  "And that's why I'm here, I guess.  At least part of
why I'm here.  Then added, "and there's an old Zen saying, After
Enlightenment, the laundry?"

   "Whu-?" said Viola.

   "Yeah, What's that Zen stuff anyway?" said Richard.  "I thought it was
some sort of kung fu."

   "Just philosophy," I said.  "What it means is that after a great moment
of clarity, no matter how great that is...and this is the greatest I've
ever had....you still have to do the work.  We still have to go to school
and work.  We still need to clean the house and do the laundry, you still
got to get sober," I said looking at Viola.  "Shit like that."

   "Speaking of which, we ain't got not food at home," said Viola.  "You
gonna get us some groceries too?"

   I looked at her and smiled.  "I guess so."

   "Good," said Viola, "'Cause William always says some shit about fish and
a fishing pole or some shit, then leaves it to me to figure out how to make
ends meet, which usually means getting my ass out on the street and
peddling it for cash."

   I asked out of turn, but I wanted to know anyway, "William ever try to
fuck you?" I asked.

   Viola looked at me as if I was an idiot, "Ain't no man ever NOT tried to
fuck me.  White men all want to help me....with their dicks.  'Least ways
black motherfuckers are straight up, they want the pussy.  They will pay
for the pussy, even.  Its the white motherfuckers who always try to trick
me out of my panties."

   "Sorry about that," I said.  "I may be doing the same thing."

   "No you ain't," Melissa said, finally pushing everyone back into their
own space.  "You wanna fuck Momma cause she's hot, and cause she's our
momma.  You helping us 'cause you love us.  You gonna take care of us
because you love us.  Ain't I right?"

   The girl was a missionary of her own line of belief.  Thankfully, she
was right on all counts.

   "You are absolutely right," I agreed, knowing she knew there was more to
it than that.  I wanted her just as bad, even more than her momma.  It was
her little pussy and ass I was hooked on.  And her heart.  She owned me as
sure as the road owns the cars driving over it.

   I sighed, still smiling.  "So," I said.  "May I take you home?"

   "Let's go!" said Richard.

   And we headed towards the door, waving to the last hangers on as we
left. I pointed at my car from the porch and watched as the kids rushed to
it.  I hit the unlock button and they clambered into the back seat.  I
walked Viola to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her.
She smiled at me, patted my cheek and kissed me lightly on the lips as she
slithered into the passenger seat.  She also grabbed my still hard dick
through my trousers as I started to pull away.

   "Don't worry, Baby." she said with practiced ease, "I'll take care of
this thing for you.  You'll get more than your money's worth.  I promise."

   "I have no doubt," I said.  I wasn't sure she had any idea what I needed
for real sexual satisfaction, or that she would ever consider drinking my
piss along with my semen.  Or if she would be willing to feed me her
asshole knowing I'd expect the same treatment from her.  Melissa knew. 
Melissa had her own budding issues, but as fucked up as Viola was, I wasn't
sure she could handle my shit, so so speak.  I hoped Melissa could.

   Whatever, I thought to myself as I got into my side of the car, started
the motor, made sure everyone was strapped in and pulled out of the
driveway.

   We were on our shared path into a quirky sex-filled love orgy ..... 
family style.
03: Teaching Viola To Love And Shit (And To Love Shit)
"Directions, please," I said and let Viola guide me deeper into the
worst and most dangerous part of the city.  We came to on large
intersection of chain stores and fast food outlets and Viola said, "Take us
there," pointing to a food wholesale warehouse grocery store, famous for
generic and off-branded.  I pulled in, and we all tumbled out.  I made sure
my car was locked up and we descended on the store like a plague of candy
eating locusts.  I watched as the kids got one giant grocery cart and Viola
got another.  Then went trough the food warehouse aisle by aisle.  I
watched them grab and load up industrial sized boxes and cans of cereal,
snacks and other assorted high caloric foods.  I did my part by making sure
they got plenty of meat and vegetables, mainly frozen, to make sure the
perishables would have a chance to survive a week or more before being
consumed.  Viola promised to cook me a feast of single serving meals like
spaghetti and stew.  I'd believe it when I saw it, but played along.  I
wound up spending more money than I usually spent in several months for

groceries, but the kids were happy, so I was happy too.

   We dragged a bunch of bags and boxes out to the car, squeezed the kids
in the back seat around them, then headed even deeper into the inner city
until we got to a decrepit house with an overgrown lawn, cluttered driveway
and dark shades covering all the windows.  The kids hopped out and cleared
off the driveway and Richard struggled to open a garage door that was also
cluttered.  Finally, we got the car into the garage and began the parade of
carrying all the bags into the house.

   The house was a mess.  A smelly, garbage filled, dirty clothes strewn
everywhere, falling apart mess.  Still there was a huge flat screen TV with
an Xbox, Play Station, and DVD.  I had to fight down the urge to just hop
in my car and drive away.  But I forced myself to calm down and shepherded
the food from the car to the house.

   It took a good 45 minutes to get it all in the house and put away.  The
refrigerator was crammed full, as were all the cupboards.  It looked like
no one had washed dishes in weeks.  And as I stood there, surveying the
huge mess, I wondered how anyone could bring up three kids in a place like
this.

   Viola looked at me and said with more than a bit of cold callousness,
"Its a motherfucking mess, I know.  But I ain't no homemaker, so deal with
it or get the fuck out."

   I didn't respond directly.  I just looked.  It was worse than a cheap
horror movie, but this was my horror movie so I stepped up.  "We'll take
care of it," I nodded to the kids.  Melissa nodded back.  So did Richard.
Rachel just looked on in confusion.  This was all normal to her, no doubt.
I realized this was bigger than a one-off cleaning exercise.  Viola was
probably doing good just to have a place, much less to try to keep it
cleaned and maintained.  William Stanley was right in one sense, this was a
lot bigger than just stepping in and volunteering, hoping for a piece of
pussy along the way.  It was going to be hard work all around.  Once again,
I smiled because this was still the answer to my prayer.  So I waded in.

   I said to everyone, "First things first, right?" Thinking to start
cleaning.

   "Right," said Viola, "Follow me to my bedroom."

   "That's not what I meant," I said, although I was sorely tempted to do
just as she suggested.  "I think that's about the fourth or fifth thing on
my list."

   "Oh?" Viola said, surprise.  "I figured after a good fuck, you wouldn't
be nearly as upset about the mess."

   "You're right," I acknowledged.  "But these kids would still have to
deal with it, and without any warm afterglow." I caught Melissa looking at
me, remembering her own feelings after she had used my finger to fuck her
little asshole to orgasm.  Surprisingly I saw her shaking her head yes.

   "Do like Momma says," she said.  "You take her in her room and fuck her
real good."

   "Yeah," agreed Richard, "She's a lot nicer after she's had a long hard
dick up inside her."

   "Fuck her hard too," added Rachel.  "Mommy's always yelling harder! 
harder!  when she's fucking.  And then she's really sweet after that."

   I stared in disbelief at the three kids.  "You all know way too much
about your mother's business." I said.

   "We know all about it," went on Melissa.  "Momma makes movies fucking
too."

   "I seen 'em,"" said Richard.  "Momma knows how to fuck good."

   "I want to learn to fuck good too," said Rachel.  "Momma has lots of fun
when she fucks."

   I looked at Richard and said, "Let me guess, you got your first nut
watching a porn flick of your mom, right?"

   "Oh yeah," crowed Richard.  "I cum hard too.  It splashed all up on the
ceiling.  I wished it was me doing the fucking."

   I stood in the middle of this godawful mess, dumbfounded.  I took a deep
breath.  I looked at each of the kids.  There were talking about sex, but
each of them retained a air of innocence that belied their words.  Then I
looked at Viola again.  She was standing by her bedroom door, the door wide
and open.  She had one hand on her hip and that hip thrust out in a
challenging invitation.  "So you want some, Jules?  Now or later?"

   I felt my cock harden and lengthen of its own accord, looking at the
open invitation, seeing her lush tits thrust forward, her lean, but
curvaceous figure, thinking of the heart shaped ass that jutted out behind
begging for attention.  I looked and saw I had the blessing of all her
kids.

   "It's okay," said Melissa softly.  "Show Momma what you really like.  I
think she'll like it too."

   Viola looked at Melissa, "What do you mean, what he really likes.  What
do you know girl."

   "I know Jules likes stuff I ain't never heard anybody liking," she said.
"But I think you'd like it too, Momma.  I don't know why, but I do."

   Viola reached out for me then.  "Now I'm curious," she said.  "You got
to show me some to this stuff, baby, cause there ain't much I ain't seen or
done."

   I looked over at Melissa who had a "What the fuck, I told her and what
are you going to do about it" look.

   "Life is so strange," I said to nobody in particular.  "Last week my
girlfriend left me because I told her I liked to drink pee.  Now, your
daughter is telling me to go for it with her own mamma."

   "What?" said Viola.  "You want to drink my piss?"

   "An' he wants you to drink his too," egged on Melissa.

   Hell, I figured, why not.  Worst case scenario is I get thrown out of
the filthiest living environment I've ever seen.  I'd miss the kids, but
this was going to be way too hard trying to keep secrets like mine anyway.

   Viola looked around her, at her kids, at me, then cocked her head to the
side and said, "Did I hear this motherfucker right?  He's gonna piss in my
mouth."

   Melissa couldn't leave well enough alone, "An' in your coochie and in
your asshole too," she said.  I was feeling chagrined but also relieved as
well.  But then Melissa added, "And that ain't all."

   "What?  What else could there be.  Does he want to shit on me too?" said
viola in disbelief.

   "He wants to shit right in your mouth," said Melissa simply.

   Viola started at her daughter.  "How do you know this, girl?"

   "'Cause I know," said Melissa simply.  "Ain't I right Jules."

   "I've never really done it," I said to all concerned.  "It's a fantasy."

   Viola looked at me strangely, "Oh no," she said.  "You fucking got me
going now, man.  The voices are coming.  They're telling me to do it." she
suddenly looked at me as if lost.  "Do it!" she exclaimed.  "Make me suck
your asshole, suck your shit right out of your asshole.  Eat your filthy
shit and suck your dick and swallow all your piss." She froze again. 
"Really?" she said to the invisible voices.  "He's going to eat my shit
too?"

   She turned to me.  "Is that right?  You want me to sit on your face and
shit in your mouth?"

   I looked back at this crazy bitch and just nodded my head yes, "Yep, I
guess I do."

   With that she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom.  "Come on
you sick motherfucker, Lets see if this is real." then she turned to the
kids, "Turn on the TV and turn the volume up.  Eat anything you want.  I'm
going to fuck the shit out of this man.  Really, the fucking shit."

   I flew into the bedroom and Viola slammed the door shut than locked it.
"Fuck you, you motherfucker.  You want to use me like a toilet?  Let's see
if you're man enough to do it."

   There may be different kinds of demonic possession.  Certainly, Viola
was possessed by the inner voices that plagued her.  I guess I had my own
demons as well, and because her challenge, in the privacy of her bedroom,
with her kids just outside, spiked my own demons, I grabbed the bitch by a
hand full of her long blond hair, pulled her to me, and kissed her hard.

   "You're hurting me," she whispered, truly afraid, but fascinated.

   "I'm going to fuck your ass," I said, kissing her again, "but I'm going
to cum in your pussy.  When I fuck your shit hole, you're going to dump
your nasty shit on my fucking cock.  Then I'm going to make you suck my
cock clean and pee down your throat.  And then, then I'm going shit into
your filthy fucking mouth!  And then I'm going to cum up your pussy and
knock you up."

   "You sick sonofabitch," she said harshly.  "You hurt me and I'm going to
shit right back in your mouth too.  I'll make you swallow it and then I'll
wash it down with my piss.  My piss.  Maybe I'll bring my girls in and have
them piss in your mouth too.  Would you like that?"

   "Leave the kids out of it, cunt" I said.  "If you ever suggest a thing
like that again, I'll have Richard come in here and fuck you.  Then he'll
be the motherfucker."

   That seemed to flip a switch in her because she suddenly began ripping
at my clothes.  "You just do it," she cried.  "You just motherfucking do
it. I'll make you watch me fuck my own little boy.  I'll suck his pretty
little black dick and eat out his asshole too.  Do it if you dare."

   I looked at this wild-eyed beast before me.  Beautiful beyond measure,
but crazed beyond recognition at the same time.  I just hoped the kids were
right and this was what she needed to regain a measure of her sanity.  At
the same time, I was losing any of my own inhibitions.  This was the first
time I'd been given such carte blanche in a sexual encounter.  I suddenly
recognized a streak of cruelty I didn't know I possessed.  In fact, always
in the past women had commented on how gentle I was.  I saw now that that
had been a mask for the darkness I hid within me.  And with Viola's tacit
permission, I was now reveling in that darkness.

   "I'll fucking do whatever I want to," I said to her.  And then spat in
the bitch's face.  She stared at me malevolently as I said.  "Open your
mouth, slut.  I'm gonna spit right down your throat."

   "Argh!" growled Viola, but did as I ordered and I did indeed spit in her
mouth.  She sucked down my saliva and said "More!" and opened her mouth
again.  I spat in her mouth again and then threw her onto the bed.

   "Now strip off those clothes or I'll tear them off," I demanded.  At the
same time I thought, fuck, this is starting to feel good.  I would never
have thought I had this in me.  But it was all coming out now.

   She looked like a rabid bitch as she scrambled to get her uncover her
beautiful body.  The blouse came off and, then the bra.  Her generous soft
tits spilled out, topped with the pinkest nipples I had ever seen.  I
wanted to attack her then, but I said.  "The rest, cunt.  Let me see your
pussy too."

   She quickly unzipped her jean shorts and skinned them off.

   "Spread your legs, you slut." I said to her, testing her.

   She passed the test.  She spread her legs and a look of both fear and
anticipation washed over her.  Her body reddened, whether from
embarrassment or sexual excitement I couldn't really tell.  Her shaven
pussy had a piercing in her labia, a tattoo on each side of her shaven
cunt. "Eat Me," it said.

   "You are so fucking beautiful," I said and fell on her.  I brutally
attacked her luscious tits, sucking at them and biting them.  Without any
attempt at romance, I dropped down to her pussy and attacked it as well.

   I spanked her open cunt and she squealed, then cursed, "God Damn you,
you white shit eating motherfucker."

   I looked up her from between her splayed thighs.  I said, "You are an
evil nasty slut.  You suck black dicks."

   'Nigger dicks!" she corrected me.  "I suck nigger dicks and fuck nigger
dicks and have nigger babies."

   "Beautiful nigger babies," I corrected.

   "Fuck yes, beautiful nigger babies," she agreed.

   "Turn over, you nasty cunt," I commanded,"I'm going to beat your nigger
fucking ass, then I'm going to fuck it, And then your going to suck your
own shit off my cock."

   No!" she cried.  "No!" and struggled as I fought to turn her over onto
her stomach.  Finally, I managed to twist an arm behind her, force her over
and had her perfect round milk-white ass spread out before me.  I released
her arm and pulled her hair sharply, jerking her head back.  Her eyes
filled with tears.

   "Spread those cheeks, whore.  Show me that nasty nigger fucking
asshole."

   "No," she moaned, and I pulled her hair even harder.  Only then did she
do as commanded and spread her ass cheeks wide, showing me the small brown
rose of her anus.  It opened and closed as I stared.

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "This asshole has had some dick.  Tell me, Viola,
Does black dick in your asshole make you cum?"

   She sobbed but sain nothing.

   "Answer me," I demanded and gave her left butt cheek a hard sharp smack.
"Yes!" she admitted.  "Black dicks make me cum from my asshole."

   "Do you like it?" I asked, now spanking her hard on the right cheek. 
Seeing it redden.  And slapping the left again.

   "Yes," she sobbed.  "I love black dick up my asshole."

   Then I ran my fingers up and down her asscrack.  I smelled my fingers
and they smelled like shit.  "Mmm," I murmured, then spanked her hard
again.

   "Fuck girl, you don't even know how to wipe your ass.  I can smell your
shit on my fingers." I licked at the shitty stain I saw.  "I can taste it
too," I said.

   "Oh!" she crooned.  "You tasted my shit."

   "Yes I tasted your shit, and I love it.  Now tell me, did those big
black cocks go way up in you guts, stirring your nasty shit."

   "Yes!" she cried.

   I spanked her ass even harder till it was bright red.  She was sobbing
loud when I said, "And did you suck their shitty dicks after they fucked
your asshole?" I demanded.

   She whimpered and I jammed my finger up her ass.  She squealed.  I
pulled my finger back out, reached up and ran it under her own nose.  "Tell
me, bitch."

   "Yes," she cried.  Then she begged, "Enough.  Okay.  Stop now."

   "Fuck you bitch" I yelled, and beat her ass with a renewed vengeance,
hearing her cry out in agony.  "I decide when you've had enough."

   "Now do you feel guilty for fucking all those black dicks!" I growled.

   "Yes," she cried.  "It was bad."

   "Why?" I demanded, now plunging two fingers up her dry asshole,
punishing her by finger fucking her roughly.  Then I pulled the fingers
from her ass and sucked on them, tasting her shit and plunging them back
in.

   "Because they were niggers." she cried.  "That's why I wanted it, and
why I hated it.  I hated them, I hated me."

   "And do you hate those three wonderful kids for being black too?" I
demanded, now sliding three fingers up her asshole, but now they slid in
much easier, lubricated by my saliva and her readiness to accommodate an
ass fucking.

   "Yes," she cried.

   "Don't," I demanded, and did my best to freeze time, keeping her in
place, doing my best to make sure she remembered this moment.  I had my
fingers at full depth of her rectum and I subtly moved them, stirring her
shit.  I said softly, "Don't hate them.  Don't hate yourself.  You need
black dick.  You like black men.  That's just a fucking thing.  It doesn't
mean anything.  Your kids love you.  I love you.  From now on, when you
fuck a black man, just enjoy it.  Feel good about it.  You are a lovely
sweet slut and any man, black or white is lucky if he gets to taste that
sweet ass."

   She turned her head to face me, the tears still flowing, but now with a
sense that someone in authority over her condoned her dark desires.  My
tactics had come as a true surprise to her, and because it was a surprise,
it sparked a light inside her.  "Really?" she asked.  And I knew I was on
the right track.  It was working.  I wasn't something I had planned, I
can't even say what I was doing was intentional, but it was the right way
for her.  And for me too.

   "Yes," I said.  and slammed the flat of my other hand down hard onto her
up thrust ass yet again, not about to let her think this wasn't going to
hurt.

   "Thank you," she sobbed looking up and back to me.

   Then I said, "Now shit for me."

   "No!" she quelled and this time I withdrew my three fingers from her
shithole and drilled them up her pussy.  I smiled malevolently.  She was
soaking wet and ready for anything, no matter what she was saying.  I
turned three fingers into four, then my whole hand.  I began fucking her
with it.  I was fisting the bitch and she was loving it while I both loved
and humiliated her.

   "Yes," I demanded.  "Let me see your hot shit pour out of this beautiful
asshole."

   "I can't," she cried, and I began to pound my fist into her open cunt.

   "Yes you can," I said.  "And you will.  Now." Then I stopped fist
fucking her for a moment.  I changed my tone completely.  I let my voice
get soft, soothing.

   "Come on, baby," I cooed.  "Let me see it.  I promise it will feel good.
Shit for me, Baby.  Let me see your beautiful asshole open and let the hot
shit flow out.  Do it for me, baby.  Do it for me."

   "Ooh!" she sighed and I finally got to see the flower of her anus
blossom open and a turd peak out her ass.

   "Beautiful," I sighed.  "Do it for me baby.  Let me see it all." The
firm brown turd distended her anus and became a thick rope of shit.  It
rolled out her asshole, coiling on the bed over and around my buried hand,
plastering it, and then on down beneath her open wet cunt.  Being the sick
fuck I am, the sight of her giving up her shit for me excited and aroused
me.  I started to fist fuck her deeper.

   "So beautiful," I sighed, "Give me more baby.  Let me have all of it."

   "Oh, Jules," she sighed and another long rope of semi hard shit coursed
out from her shitter.  "Is that what you want?  Is that what you need?" she
said as she fucked back to me.

   "Fuck yes," I groaned.  "Does it feel good to shit for me like this?" I
asked softly.

   "Oh yes," she answered and continued to gaze back at me as I pulled my
hand from her now gaping cunt and dipped two fingers into the flow of shit,
raised them up to my mouth and sucked them clean.  Then I dipped into her
asshole with the same two fingers, pulled them out covered with her feces
and reached up to to her, offering them to her.

   "Taste it," I said.

   She hesitated, then opened her mouth and closed her eyes, I fed the
fingers to her, I rolled them around in her wet mouth as she licked and
sucked at them till they were clean.  As I started to withdraw them she
sucked them back into her mouth, not letting me go.

   "Eat it," I said.  "Taste it, swallow it.  Eat your sweet shit just like
I do."

   She swallowed, and swallowed again.  Then she released my fingers from
her mouth and looked back at me again.  Her eyes glittered with a hungry
intensity.

   "I did it," she said.

   "Lie there," I told her and climbed down between her spread legs.  I
pried her luscious ass cheeks wide open.  The shit had run down over her
bare pussy and was pasted in a stinking shit puddle on and just below her
cunt.  I lowered my face to her ass and began licking her filthy asshole. I
was already acclimated to the taste of her shit and felt no gag reaction at
all.  I easily slid my tongue up into her asshole and began cleaning her
out.  "Mmm," I groaned, and raised my head to tell her, "I love this," then
dove back into her asshole.  Her lovely anus was so receptive to my tongue
fucking, she thrust her already upraised ass back to me and opened up to
let my tongue quest as deep into her anal chute as it would reach.

   "That feels so fucking good," she sighed.  "Eat my shitty ass,
motherfucker." I wormed my tongue all over her anal interior, sucking out
her leavings, then I lowered my face to her shit covered pussy, and made
her arch her ass to give me better access to her cunt.  I was even able to
reach and lick her clit.  She "Ohed" and "ahhed" in rhythm to my tongue
bath.

   She started to turn over, but I stopped her.

   "Remember, I want to fuck your ass first," I said, and climbed up on her
back and grabbed a pillow to place under her crotch.  We didn't really need
it because her ass naturally arched up so beautifully but I thought to make
her comfortable while I plumbed as deep as I could into that delectable
rectum.  She spread her legs and I used my hand to rub my cock into the
clump of shit she had provided me.  Once I had my prick fully covered with
her feces, I prodded it against her slightly open anus and felt and watched
as as my dirty cock sank up into her bowels.

   We groaned together as I plowed my way up into her.  Her asshole split
like hot butter, taking me in deep and fully.

   "You feel so good," I groaned.

   "You too," she said.  "Fuck my fucking ass you fucker." she sobbed.

   As I dragged my cock slowly up to the end of her shit tunnel, till only
half the head was still lodged in her, I said, "Do you like my cock in your
asshole, slut?"

   "Oh yes," she sighed.  "I love your cock in my ass."

   "Did you like what I did to you?" I said.

   "I loved it," she answered.

   "Do you like it when I hit you?" I asked.

   "Yes," she said, her breath catching.

   "Did you like what I said to you?" I went on, now sliding my cock back
home deep into her asshole.

   "Yes, please," she moaned.  Then added, "Harder baby, fuck my ass hard
and fast and deep."

   I picked up my pace.  The time for conversation was past.  Now it was
time to fuck and feel and cry out in passion.  I called her name and she
called mine as we smacked our flesh into each other repeatedly, fucking in
the most primitive and degrading of ways.  Ass fucking, but not the clean
sterile ass fucking made for movies.  Ours was dirty and smelled like what
it was, shit.  Fucking her shit hole.

   But somehow from this savagery came tenderness because without thinking
I began to tell her, "I love you, baby, I love your ass.  I love your shit
and I love your kids."

   Viola couldn't seem to talk or catch her breath.  She just grunted and
groaned as I speared her deep into her rectum, time and time again.

   "Can you cum for me, baby," I cajoled her.  "Can you cum for me with
your ass?"

   "Oh fuck yes," she crooned, finally able to voice her feeling.  "I'm
going to cum all over your dirty cock."

   "Do you squirt?" I asked.

   "Yeah, yeah.  Why?" she panted.

   "Tell me when you feel it ready to squirt.  I want to eat it, then I
want you to piss and let me drink up all your pee too, right from your
squirting pussy.  I want every fucking drop of you."

   Then I stared pounding into her upthrust ass.  Her guts sucked at my
cock.  I was just getting ready to let loose with my own cum when she
suddenly keened.  "Now, I'm going to squirt now!"

   With testosterone and adrenaline based strength and speed I ripped my
cock out of her ass, making her yelp, flipped the bitch over and dropped my
head between her spasming thighs just below her cunt.  "Spank it, baby," I
said.  "Spank your clit while you squirt for me.  With lightning like
percussion, she started to spank her hot cunt, and suddenly pulse after
pulse of female ejaculate sprayed out of her cumming pussy into my open
mouth.  I opened my mouth wide and drank down the precious fluid.  There
was a sweetness to it.  Not piss bitter, not salty.  Tasting more of pussy
than piss.  Then, as soon as she stopped the pussy pleasuring torture I
attached my mouth to her cunt and sucked out every last remaining drop of
her sweet cum.  Then I raised my head and said, "Now piss in my fucking
mouth." I relaxed my suction on her and waited breathlessly while she
quietly relaxed her control of her urinary bladder.  Suddenly she said
"Here it comes!" and a brackish flood of urine filled my mouth.  So
different from her previous sweet squirt.  This was piss, salty and
slightly bitter.  Still, it was delicious, satisfying on some deep level
and arousing to my perverted perceptions.  Her piss filled my belly as I
drank it deep, like mother's milk, wanting more and more.  When the spray
became a dribble I sucked at her urethra to get the last dregs, and she
groaned in half pain/half pleasure.  Finally, she gave a slightly painful
groan then lay back as if exhausted.

   "Fuck," she sighed.  "That is so different.  You fuck good for a white
boy, Jules, and you're a bigger freak than any body else I ever had.  I
like it."

   "We're not done yet," I told her.

   "No," she begged.  "Really.  Enough.  I'm finished."

   "No you are not finished.  You're not finished because I'm not done
yet."

   "Fuck it," she said, "Then just climb on and fuck me.  Get your nut if
you want."

   "Not yet, I said and clambered up onto my knees and straddled her face.
"Clean the shit off my dick first," I demanded.

   "No," she whined.  "I already ate some.  "That's enough."

   "I said clean it," I ordered.  "Or do you want me to get rough again."

   Her eyes suddenly glittered with an odd humor, "But I like it rough. 
Haven't you figured that out yet?"

   "You fucking slut," I growled and held her nose till she opened her
mouth to breathe.  As soon as she did, I slammed my cock deep into her
mouth and on into her throat.  I released her nose and told her, "If that's
the way you want it, you blond cunt, then take it.  Now clean your greasy
shit off my filthy cock.  Suck off every fucking morsel."

   She let me use her face.  I fucked into her throat until she was
gagging, pulled out, let her catch her breath and then slammed my cock in
balls deep again.  Through it all, she gazed up peacefully up at me.  All
hostility was drained out of her now.  It wasn't love, just acceptance. 
She was my willing receptacle.  This was not a look I particularly want
from a woman, but it seemed appropriate for the moment.  When I felt the
other need I was waiting for, I pulled back and said with a sadistic smile,
"Now you're going to drink my piss, bitch, and I began pissing down her
throat.  She was still compliant, and seemed to enjoy being my toilet slut.
My bladder was full and the urine was soon spilling out her mouth, even as
she struggled to keep up.

   "Drink it cunt," I told her.  "Drink my fucking piss."

   Finally, when my flow of pee stopped while she continued sucking me, my
cock started to harden again I asked, "You on the pill, bitch?"

   "No," she mumbled from around my cock.

   "How do you keep from getting pregnant then?" I asked.

   Misunderstanding my intent, she pulled off my cock and pointed at the
bedside table.  "Rubbers," she said.  "In the top drawer."

   "No," I responded.  "I think its about time you carried a white baby in
your belly."

   Her eyes got bigger than I imagined they could.

   "You mean that?" she asked, slobbered around my dick.  "You know who I
am, what I am, and you want to have a baby with me?"

   I pulled out of her mouth and slid down her sweat slick body.  My cock
slid up into her pussy easily, gliding in and sinking home like it was a
ball and socket.  Then I started fucking her.

   "Oh fuck!" she squealed.  "You mean it.  You want to get me pregnant."

   "Fucking straight," I admitted.  "While we're at it, how about giving
those kids a last name that's not yours.  Mine."

   She wrapped those long legs around me and pulled me down heavily on top
of her with them.  "Oh Yes, please.  Knock me up, Jules.  Knock up your
nigger loving whore and make a white baby." Then she maneuvered beneath me
so I was riding above her, stimulating her clit.  "You know those mother
fuckers out there will pay extra to fuck me when I'm pregnant?" she said
wildly.  "Brothers just love the feel of a soft pregnant pussy."

   I studied her face as I moved into her, building a rhythm to work me
into a frothy womb binding cum.

   She went on, panting.  "You know I'm still a whore, right?  I'm not
going to stop fucking for money just because you knock me up."

   I nodded and felt a surge of pleasure sweep through my balls and up
through my cock.

   "I know that," I gasped.  "But I'm the motherfucker whose baby you're
going to carry.  You know that too, don't' you?"

   She laughed and started fucking up to me with a frenzy, "Yes.  Oh, you
crazy sonofabitch.  Fuck me.  Cum up in my cunt.  Knock my crazy ass up. 
Do it now, you white motherfucker.  Do it right now!"

   I began fucking her with a viciousness I didn't know I had.  "Stick your
finger up my asshole," I said.  She lifted up slightly and I felt her long
slender fingers reach around my ass and find my anus.  I felt her easily
extend one finger deep into my ass and search for and find my prostate.  A
thrill of pleasure and need shot through me, I looked into Viola's face and
saw the image of her little daughter there.  Melissa.  For that moment, as
I burst a thrusting nut up her mother's cunt, doing my best to impregnate
the bitch.  In my mind, I was actually fucking Melissa.  Wanting her and
dreaming that it was her tight little cunt I was drilling into instead of
her mom.

   "Cumming!" I cried, and buried my cock as deep as I could into Viola's
spasming cunt.  I think she came too because she burst out with "Shit! 
Fuck!  God Damn!  Give it to me, you mother fucker.  Shoot that shit up in
my womb!  More, God Damn you!  More!  More!"

   She was hunching madly into me .

   "Harder!" she cried.  "Hurt me.  Please!"

   I raked my cock out of slightly, then drove a final lunge into her and
used my hand to reach beneath her and punched two fingers back up into her
asshole as well.  She grunted and screeched, then shuddered as if in a
death spasm.

   "Yes," she cooed.  "Just like that.  Just fucking like that," and
dropped back as if in a stupor.  I lay there on top of her, watching her
breasts rise and fall rapidly.  I disengaged my ass raping fingers and
expelled her slender digit from my own asshole.  I rolled off and tried to
catch my breath.  Then I looked at her and said "Fuck bitch, you really did
pass out." Then I sat up, gave her a light kiss on the mouth and got up.  I
looked around and realized she had been right.  I didn't mind the mess
nearly as much after a good fuck.  Make that a great fuck.  I also knew I
needed to clean up.  I looked around and saw there was no bathroom
connected to the room.  I had to go out into the hall to get to one.

   I found my underwear and put them on, then grabbed my clothes and
quietly walked to the door, unlocked it and stepped outside.  I took one
last look at Viola before I left.  There was still a messy smear of shit on
the bed next to her.  We'd have to clean that up later.  Fuck, I still had
some smeared on me.  She was lying still as if asleep or in a stupor,
letting my cum soak into her womb, all that sperm searching for an egg to
fertilize.  I said a short prayer that one of those little buggers would
catch and she would be knocked up then and there.

   Then, holding my clothes in front of me, trying to hide my guilt and
perversion, I stepped out of Viola's bed chamber.  I thought to sneak off
to the toilet without alerting the kids, who were supposed to be in the
living room, watching TV.  Instead, I was shocked to find the kids hovering
around the door, staring at me as I stepped out, their eyes wide in wonder
and their mouths gaping is awe.

   "You fucking did it, didn't you," Said Richard.  "You fucked Momma and
ate her shit."

   "Yep, he sure did," said Melissa with a knowing grin, way too wise to be
be only seven years old.  "And Momma liked it as much as he did.  Just like
I said she would."

   I tried to be cooler than I was.  "Where's the bathroom?" I said,
holding up my clothes to hide my near nakedness and ignoring their
comments. "I need to clean up." They all pointed down the hall.  Melissa
hopped forward and took me by the crook in my arm.

   "Let me show you," she said.

   I stared back at Richard and Rachel and said, "Only after you two go
back to the living room.  I don't want you making fun of my hairy butt
while I walk to the toilet.  They both giggled, but did as I asked. 
Melissa tugged at my arm and guided me away from her mother's bedroom.

   As we walked down the hall, she snickered.  "You know we watched you,
don't you?"

   "What?" I said "How?"

   "We got a hole drilled in the next room.  Sometimes we watch Momma from
there.  We all watched you." Then she squeezed my arm.  "You fucked her
good, Jules, just like she needed it."

   "You all must be way short on entertainment." I said with chagrin.  I
stopped short and looked at Melissa.  "You saw everything?"

   "Yeah, everything," she said as if she and I had a private conspiracy.
"I know you tried to make a baby with Mommy," she said.

   I stared at her, waiting.  She paused a second, then said, "I think it
worked.  I saw the air glow around her after, like a change was happening.
I think it was her getting pregnant."

   "Well, we'll see," I said.

   "Yeah," she said as if it were a foregone conclusion.  "We'll see."

   When we got to the door of the bathroom I turned to Melissa and said,
"Is it really okay with you if I got your Momma pregnant?"

   "It's okay," she said.  "But tell me, what were you thinking of when you
busted your nut up in her pussy.  Your glow went all soft and pretty then.
Up to then it was really dark or really hot.  Then it just changed to
something warm and soft."

   I smiled at her.  "I was looking at your Mother, but I was seeing you
instead as I filled her full of sperm.  I imagined it was you I was cumming
in." I admitted.

   A sweet beautiful smile stole over the little girl's face.

   "Good," she said, and her smile melted into a stern look, "But when you
fuck me I don't want you being all mean and rough like that."

   "Never," I said, suddenly believing that somehow and some way I was
destined to get inside this sweet little girl's recently unsealed cunt. 
Unsealed by her own brother.  "Melissa, sex with you will be full of
pleasure, not pain.  When I fuck your little cunt it will be beautiful and
sweet.  I promise."

   She grinned at me.  "You can still lick my butt hole if you want."

   Then she pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door.

   "And brush your teeth," she yelled through the door.  "Your breath
smells like doo doo."

   04 - Precocious Kids And Other Hard To Answer Questions

   I found myself chuckling while I cleaned myself up.  Melissa had a gift
for taking serious matters and putting them into perspective.  What was
important right now?  Clean up.  My breath smelled like her momma's shit
and the best thing I could do right now was to brush my teeth.  So I took a
shower, and used the cleanest dirty towel I could find hanging on the door.
Shaking my head and thinking about what it was going to take to make the
place livable, I dressed and brushed my teeth as ordered.  I had to use my
finger to brush, but at least they had toothpaste.  After washing out my
mouth several times I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure my hair
wasn't sticking out like a clown, then dressed, stepped back out, walked up
the hall and into the living room, where the kids were now drinking soda,
eating chips and watching TV with the sound turned down low.

   "Your Mom's still asleep?" I whispered.

   "Yep," answered Richard softly, "You really knocked her out." Then he
grinned.  "Fuck, Jules, I ain't never seen no nigger make moms pass out
like that.  You are some mother fucker."

   "Yeah, you a mother fucker, cause you fucked my mother," added Rachel.
Then she grinned, "But you a good mother fucker.  Not a bad one."

   I shook my head.  "I'll never get used to you kids knowing so much about
that stuff." I said.

   "What you expect, man." Richard said.  "Momma's been a whore all our
lives.  We're lucky we're not fucked up any more than we are."

   I was quick to respond.  "I don't think you're fucked up, Rich.  I think
you all know a lot about having sex, but you still have a lot to learn
about how to make sex work."

   "What you mean?" Melissa said.  This was the first time I had heard her
actually ask a question she didn't already know the answer to, and I was
pleased.

   "Your used to seeing sex as play, but sex is really important," I said.
"If you do it right, it's not just about feeling good for a minute.  It's
about making things right between two people."

   "Sometimes three peoples," inserted Rich.

   "Once Momma had five guys come home with her, so it was six people,"
said Rachel.

   "Maybe," I said, "But if all they were doing was, you know, fucking and
using your Mother as a place to dump their cum, then it only felt good for
a minute.  It didn't help them connect as human beings."

   "Momma came a lot too," defended little Rachel.  "She screamed and
hollered and kept calling them names and telling them she wanted more and
more."

   "Okay, that's a good point," I admitted.  "Your momma was treating it
the same way the men did, which kind of makes it all even between them. 
But you know, when I was with your Momma, even though I was pretty rough
and mean, I never thought of her as just a fuck toy.  I always knew she was
your mother and my friend and ...."

   Rachel broke in.  "She's just a friend?  You mean you don't love Momma."

   I walked over and sat on the floor in front of the sofa where the kids
sat together.

   "I don't know," I admitted.  "I mean, she told me she was still going to
see other guys and ...."

   "Other niggers," Richard corrected.

   "Other guys," I went on, "And I didn't feel bad or jealous at all about
it.  I think if I was 'in love' I probably would have been jealous, but I
wasn't.  It was all okay.  I didn't get mad or anything.  I just knew I
wanted to make things right with all of us.  And having sex with your mom
seemed to be the way to start doing it.  But I don't know if what I feel is
true love.  I know I care about your mom, and especially all of you, but
hell, kids, this is all new to me."

   "New to us too," said Rachel.  "You white."

   I looked down at my hands and said "I guess so.  I didn't really think
of it till you said it."

   Melissa took my pale big hand in her small brown hand and said, "It's
okay to me if you're white.  Do you like my brown hand with your white
hand."

   "Looks perfect to me," I said.

   "Me too," she smiled.  "And so did your white dick going up Momma's
pussy.  It looked pretty when you were layin' on top of her and moving in
and out with her.  Like dancing."

   "Looked like fuckin' to me," Richard quipped.

   "Looked like fucking to me too," agreed his five year old sister.  "Like
good fun fucking."

   "Y'all are nasty," Melissa said.  "Don't you know we probably watched
Momma and Jules make a baby?  A new brother or sister for us?  Don't you
think that's cool?"

   Richard looked at his sister holding my hand, then at me.  Then he
nodded as if giving his blessing.  "Yeah, that's cool," he said.  Then to
me, "You really think Momma would let me fuck her too?  Like she said."

   "You know everything we said and did, didn't you?  You were watching all
along." I said.

   "Yeah, 'Lissa told us she told you about out spyhole." Then he shrugged.
"But don't worry.  We seen it all before...well, except for the shittin'
and pissin' and Momma passin' out and shit, but we been watching Momma fuck
since I was little.  So you think she meant it about me coming in and
fucking her?"

   "You're not going to give that up are you?  Well, there's a kind of rule
about sex," I tried to explain.  "People can say pretty much anything to
make themselves and each other hot and nasty when they're fucking, but it
usually doesn't count for much as soon as its done, so I don't know."

   "You mean everything you did with Momma is just like make believe?" said
Melissa, all kinds of negative thoughts and feelings running across her
face.

   "No," I said.  "What I did...and how I did it...with your Momma was kind
of like a confession.  I admitted a lot about myself I didn't really know.
I didn't know that I wanted to make a baby with her until I was...well,
until I was ready to fuck her in her pussy.  It just came of me then.  And
I meant that.  I meant a lot of stuff that went on," I looked at Melissa.
"Like when I came inside your Momma, it wasn't just getting an orgasm.  I
really felt something special."

   Melissa looked at me knowingly and nodded her head yes.

   "So I still can't fuck nobody," surmised Richard.

   "I'm not saying that.  You just have to be careful about what you
suggest.  Okay?"

   "Okay," shrugged Richard.

   Just then the doorbell rang.

   "Oops," said Mellisa, hopping up then grabbing my hand to get me up on
my feet as well.  "Bet that's Bertha.  She's momma's running buddy.  They
always like to go out on the streets together.  Since they don't got no
pimp, they watch each others backs."

   Once again I was amazed at the casual attitude the kids had about their
mother's sex trade, as well as their knowledge of it.

   "You going to let her in?" asked Richard, looking at me.

   "Huh, she doesn't even know me," I said, trying to toss the ball back in
the kids corner.

   "You the man of the house now or what?" asked Rich.  "If you the man,
you should answer the door."

   "Yeah," said Rachel.  "You the man or what?"

   Melissa just squeezed my hand and smiled.

   "There's something wrong with this logic," I complained, "but I don't
know what it is." The kids laughed.  I said.  "Okay, for now Rich and I
will both go to answer the door, okay?"

   Richard puffed up a little bit, feeling I was declaring him a man. 
"Okay," he shrugged, and we both rose up and headed for the door.  But
Melissa didn't let go of my hand.  Instead she trailed along with us. 
Rachel followed us as well, not daring to be left out.

   We got to the door and I opened it just as the doorbell rang again and a
very loud voice rang out, "Hey bitch, you home?"

   Bertha was striking and fearsome.  She was a thick very black woman. 
I'd guess a little older than Viola.  About 30 was my guess, not quite
5'6", but big.  She looked tough and hard, and was dressed in a very tight
blouse that put her huge titties and dark nipples on display and a tight
pair of jeans that outlined the crack of her crotch into a very generous
camel-toe.

   When she saw me standing there, surrounded by the kids, she suddenly
checked herself.  An angry questioning look swept over her.

   "You must be Bertha," I said.

   "An' you must be fucking crazy," she said.  "Where's Viola?"

   "Momma's in her bedroom," answered Melissa.

   "Yeah, Jules done laid her out," quipped Richard.

   "Huh?" said Bertha, reaching into her purse for what I guessed was a
pistol.

   "Jules fucked the shit out of Momma," giggled Rachel.  "Then had her eat
the shit with him.  And then he fucked her butt, pissed in her mouth and
made a baby in her!"

   Righteous indignation rose up in the big ebony amazon's eyes, but so did
her empty hand so I figured I was safe for the moment.  "You let these
children watch you fuck Viola, their own mother?" she accused me.

   "He didn't let us," prompted Richard.  "We sneaked and did it, but then
ol' 'Lissa went and told him."

   "Melissa's in love with a honky," Rachel crowed.

   Melissa said nothing to that.  She just glared at her little sister.

   I shook my head and said to this big black prostitute at the door.  "I
just can't get used to how these kids combine such innocence and sexual
knowledge at the same time." I said.

   Bertha got defensive, "Well, Viola is pretty fucked up," she said.  "But
she's still my girl."

   I pulled the door open and stepped aside to let her in.  "Not that its
any of your business," she said.  "But my babies don't know nearly as much.
They may have to live with a mother who's a prostitute, but they don't have
to be exposed to the life.  Know what I mean?"

   I nodded and pointed.  "Viola's in her room, but it's pretty messy in
there," I said.

   "What you mean, messy?" said Bertha.

   "Messy like she got shit all over her," laughed Richard.  "Jules here is
a total freak."

   "But he's our freak," added Melissa.  "He's fucked up, but he's a good
man."

   Bertha swept past me and said, "Ain't no such thing as a good man." she
said and opened the door to Viola's room, cried "Jesus Christ, girl.  What
the fuck is wrong with you?" and slammed the door behind her.

   After a couple of minutes she yelled, "Hey, you white motherfucker, get
your ass in here.  I ain't cleaning up your shit!"

   I sighed, looked at the kids woefully and opened the door to the
bedroom, intending to close it behind me.

   "Well, in fairness.  It's not really my shit," I said, but as I tried to
close the door, I found it was wedged open by a thick little five year old
and her siblings, who stood and stared at their mother who was just now
starting to stir.

   Viola's eyes fluttered open and took me into focus.  "Oh, baby, that was
so fucking good." Then she saw we weren't alone and said casually, "Oh hi,
Bertha, this is Jules.  He just fucked the living shit out of me." Then to
her kids, "Hi babies," she added.  "You wanna help your Momma get cleaned
up?"

   She struggled to a sitting position, tossed her long shapely legs off
the bed and sat there, her legs spread wide, my cum dripping from her open
cunt.  Shit was smeared across her mouth and face, her upturned titties and
splotched across her flat belly and upper thighs.

   The kids were all staring at the the filth left over from our new
perverse sexual game.

   Viola laughed and said, "That's probably your new brother or sister
dripping out my pussy."

   "Fuck baby, you are all fucked up," said Bertha.

   "I think Momma's beautiful," said Rachel.  "Stinky, but pretty."

   "Yeah," chimed Richard.  "I ain't never seen Momma so...so.."

   "Sexy," said Melissa, "Momma looks all messy and sexy, like that's how
you supposed to look after you've had real good sex."

   Viola smiled.  Bertha stared speechless.  I began to see Viola with the
eyes of her children.  This was a their mother at her best.  A sex kitten,
satiated and content, with all the residue of lovemaking still evident,
disheveled and glowing.  Maybe not the way Melissa saw her glow, but a true
physical manifestation of her contentment.

   "The best fucking sex I ever had," said Viola, then she looked at me. 
"How did you change like that?" she said.  "I figured you were going to be
a boring fuck, but you made me cum like a bitch."

   "Cause you are a bitch, girl," said Bertha, then to me.  "What the fuck
did you do to her?"

   "It's hard to explain," I said.  Then it hit, "Fuck, Bertha, you're a
sex worker.  So is Viola.  You know about this stuff.  I just had to find
the right trigger, like a key to fit the lock of her libido and her pussy.
I found the right buttons to press and I pressed them, as many as I could."
Then I turned to Viola and helped her up, no doubt getting shit on my
clothes as I did, but right then I didn't care.  "You just needed
acceptance, like the church says, unconditional love.  I tried to give that
to you, and you responded.  That's why you let me spank your ass and then
why you shit for me.  I was giving you what you needed, exposing your
guilt, and then forgiving it.  Then when I asked you to shit for me, it was
like you were giving me something special.  Wasn't it?" I asked to see if
she could confirm it.

   "I guess so," she said leaning on me and kissing my cheek, "but my ass
still aches.  You beat me pretty fucking hard."

   "Sorry," I said softly and put my hand round her waist.  "Come on, I'll
help you to the toilet."

   She looked at me knowingly, "Don't be sorry, I loved it," Then she
added, "But I think I'd like Bertha to help me in the toilet.  I don't
trust you in that room.  You haven't shit in my mouth like Melissa said you
wanted yet, and I ain't ready for that yet, if I ever will be."

   "We'll see," I said, somehow sure it would happen.

   "I wanna see that," Richard said.  "I bet that would be seriously fucked
up."

   I said reaching for his shoulder.  "I'm gonna find that spy hole and
plug the sonofabitch up.  I have no intent of passing on my perversions to
you kids."

   "Too late for that," said Richard.

   "Way too late," agreed Melissa as she went to mother's other side and
offered her support.

   Bertha practically carried Viola through the door and led us down the
hall.  "I don't know what the fuck is happening here between last night and
tonight, but I expect a full report from you, Vi.  Is this man-Jules, it
is?" she said looking at me.

   "Jules is right," I said.

   "Is Jules here to help or hurt you and the kids?  do you even know?"

   "Help!" chorused the kids.  Viola smiled peacefully and shrugged off all
of us.

   "I can walk by myself now," she announced.  Then to Bertha, "Please help
me wash off all this mess."

   Bertha shook her head in consternation and gave me another death ray
stare, then said to me.  "You better get out of those clothes and toss them
in the washer while V and me get me ready."

   I was suddenly overjoyed.  "You got a washer?" Then added, "What will I
wear."

   "Your underwear, I guess," said Viola.  "Less you want to parade your
naked ass around the house like me." Then she gave a little wriggle to her
ass and slipped into the bathroom, along with Bertha.
05: Kiddie Orgy, The First
The bathroom door closed and I turned back to the kids.  "You guys mind

if I sleep on the sofa tonight while my clothes get washed and dried?"

   "Yay," yelped Rachel.  "You gonna babysit us while Momma goes out to
find some money?"

   I shook my head no but said, "Yes, if its okay with you."

   "Of course it's okay," said Melissa with a kind of complaining tinge to
her voice.  "You belong here now.  You gonna be the man here?"

   "Yes," I said simply.

   "Then you gonna stay with us." she said as if this was the natural
outgrowth of her argument.  "I thought we already decided that."

   "I guess we did," I said screwing up my face, "but now I need to walk
around in my underwear.  Is that okay?"

   "Nope," answered Richard.  "Cause if you do, we all do.  So we all gonna
go around in our underwear.  And you gonna wash all our clothes cause we
all don't got any clean clothes."

   Rachel giggled and began stripping, then paraded in a little circle with
her hand in the air and her chubby little butt jiggling.  I laughed to see
the little girl so happily showing me her plump little form.  Richard and
Melissa followed suit, handing me their clothes.  Finally, they were all
standing in only their underwear, Richard in his briefs and the girls in
their panties.

   But then Rachel said to Richard.  "You give him your drawers too,
Richard.  They's all yellow in front and brown in back."

   Richard frowned at her.  "Then you too, both of you, he pointed at
Melissa as well.  Your underwear is all nasty with dooky stains too.

   Melissa looked up to me and I watched in joyous awe as she peeled her
panties off to show me her smooth prepubescent body.  The body and soul I
was hungering for so desperately.  She was beautiful beyond description to
me.  The tiny bump of her nipples distended and hardened in her
embarrassment.  And the then line of her pussy crease pouted slightly.  I
couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight.  Richard's young cock also
sprang up hard and dark, pointing up and practically grafting itself to his
stomach.  Rachel just said, "Look at me!" as she ripped off her panties and
tossed her panties onto my face.  "See my pussy!" she piped and squatted
down a bit to open up the fat little pussy pouch and expose its pretty pink
interior.

   "Wow," I said.  "Beautiful." Which made Rachel giggle.  She quickly
turned around and spread her fat ass cheeks, exposing her rose bud of an
anus.  "You like this?" she said, turning her head over her shoulder.

   "Way too much," I admitted and tore my eyes off her, "Now, where is the
washer."

   "In the kitchen," noted Melissa's as she walked to me and pulled at my
the elastic belt of my underwear to lead me into the back room.

   We stepped in and she pointed at the washing machines, with filthy
clothes draped over it.  I shook my head, suddenly once again realizing how
dirty the place was.  I dropped the pile of clothes in my hands
unceremoniously on an empty chair by the kitchen table.  The table itself
was covered with dirty dishes and pans.  Then I sighed and started
uncovering the washer and the accompanying dryer beside it.  I turned to
see Melissa looking intently at me.  I asked, "Is there any detergent?"

   "You mean washing powder?" she answered with another question and
pointed at the kitchen cabinet.  I opened the cabinet and wasn't really
surprised to find I was disturbing a cockroach party.  Worse, there were
droppings all over the various cleaning tools and materials they shared the
space with.  The roaches quickly disappeared in the dirty kitchen light and
I carefully extracted what I recognized of a generic package of detergent.
I then began peeling off the crusted dirty clothes from the washer, tossing
them onto the floor as I did.  Afterwards I carefully opened the machines.
They were already full of unwashed clothes and I dumped all them out onto
the same pile.  I turned to Melissa and said "Yuck!  I mean really really
Yuck."

   "You want to run away, don't you," she asked, studying me.

   "Not really," I sighed.  "I just never realized how dirty this could
be?"

   "You gonna fix it?" she asked.  Standing so sweet and naked in front of
me.  Hands hanging down to her sides, and exposing more than just her
tender little body to me.  She was exposing the tender need she felt for
protection, care, structure and security to me.  I also saw something else
in her eyes.  She was offering herself to me totally, body, heart and
spirit.  She was in dire need of love and hope, and she was letting me see
this in all her vulnerability.

   I got hold of a half clean cloth and and wet it in the sink, then began
wiping out the interior of the washing machine.  "I'm sure as fuck going to
try," I said, and was suddenly attacked from behind by a frenzied child
determined to break through to me.  She pulled at my boxers until she
managed to get them pulled down my hips, exposing my hairy ass to her.

   "You too," she explained.  "You got to wash your clothes too."

   "Okay, Okay," I said turning around as my underwear dropped to my knees,
presenting my erection to her.  I caught my breath as she focused her full
attention on my cock and grabbed it with both hands.

   "Mine," she claimed it as if my dick were something from a finders
keepers game.  And just after she had claimed it with her hands, she used
her mouth to finalize her statement.  She popped the head of my cock into
her mouth and sucked it hard into the back of her throat.

   "Melissa!" I warned, but then moaned in pleasure.  "You shouldn't," but
then followed with, "That feels so fucking good."

   I was surprised to see her start jacking me off into her mouth, dropping
down onto her knees to get the right angle and control.  A thrill of
pleasure shot through me as I realized this was a seven year old beauty
sucking me off.  Not only that, this child knew how to suck a cock, whether
it was from personal experience or from observing her mother in action I
didn't know, and wasn't going to ask.  Instead I stroked her hair and
crooned my pleasure.

   Seeing any mediocum of resistance melt away, Melissa pulled her mouth
off my turgid cock momentarily and said in her sweet childish voice, "Do it
in my mouth, Jules.  Let me eat your cum so you know I love you."

   I started to reach for her, knowing I should pull her back to her feet
and tell her the truth, but instead, I put my hand to the back of her head
and began gently fucking into her face.  I still said, "You don't need to
do that for me to know you love me," but my actions were giving the lie to
my words because I was face fucking the little girl with faster and faster
strokes.  Holding her in place and fully intending to cum into her tight
little mouth.

   "Oh fuck, I love you, Melissa," I groaned and felt the spunk start to
quickly build.  "Oh shit, baby, I'm going to cum right in your hot sucking
mouth!" and then let loose with a thick viscous stream of sperm.  The child
choked a bit, but then swallowed determinedly.  I felt her vacuuming the
head of my dick, wanting to take an effusion from my body to consecrate our
relationship.  God help me, I gave it to her.

   "You beautiful little angel slut," I spurred her on.  "Suck my fucking
cock.  Eat all my cum."

   She did eat all my cum.  Her eyes closed tight in concentration as she
milked my cock of its lasts dregs of jism.  She kept milking me until I was
totally flaccid in her mouth.

   "God damn, Melissa," I panted.  "I came so fucking quick.  You took my
cum so fucking good."

   Only then did I help her raise up.  There were tears in her eyes and I
gathered her up in my arms, picked her up and kissed her deeply, forcing my
tongue into her mouth and filling it.  When I pulled away, she had an
expression that combined love, awe and fear.

   "You are right," I said.  "I am yours.  I may fuck your Momma, and I
love your bother and sister, but I belong to you."

   She smiled and kissed me back, this time offering me her mouth freely.
Then she pulled back and said "I know that."

   Then I sat her down.  Now that my cock had been properly drained, it
almost seemed innocent as I dumped collected clothes for the kids and me
into the washer and turned it on.  It sprang into action as if waiting for
the opportunity and I picked up Melissa in one arm.  She smiled and turned
to face forward but with her wet preteen pussy rubbing against my hip as we
walked back into the living room.  When we got there Richard was sitting on
the sofa and Rachel as sitting on a chair off the the side.  Both were
masturbating as they watched cartoons.

   When we came in, they both checked out my exposed dick, but then ignored
it when they saw it was lax.  "You got dookie drawers too?" asked Rachel,
speeding up her little pussy fucking.  "Your dookie and our dookie all
mixing together in the washer?"

   "He didn't have no dookie," Melissa defended me.  "I just told him it
was only fair for him to be naked like us, but I didn't know you would be
playing with yourselves when we got back."

   "TV is boring," complained Richard.  "I just started jacking off and
then Rachel saw me and started too."

   "Its more fun than the TV," added the fat little five year old.  "It
feels good to rub my cunt.  I do it all the time when I got nothing to do."

   Melissa nodded in agreement.  "She does.  I think she's a fat little
slut."

   "Am not," defended Rachel, but not slowing her finger fucking an iota.
She looked at me, "Want to see me cream.  Sometimes I even squirt some."

   "Sure," I said, now cupping Melissa's ass in my supporting hand, and
rubbing her against me as I felt her slick pussy get wetter as she watched
her brother and sister jack off."

   I whispered in her ear.  "Go ahead and cum if you can, sweetheart.  I
know I was the only one who had an orgasm when you sucked me off."

   That seemed to inspire Melissa because she began agitating her pussy
more rapidly against me.

   Suddenly Richard yelped, "Oh fuck yeah, watch me cum!" and he began
spraying a machine gun mess of jism uncontrollably around the room.  I
dodged one spray, but Melissa caught some in her face.  The boy had a full
dose of cum to baptize the entire living room with and with a strong jism
smell to back it up.  Rachel was mesmerized by the spurting black dick and
sped up her finger fucking until she gasped "Fuck yes.  Cum feels so good."
and shuddered, then shuddered again in aftershock.  "Oh yeah." She sighed.
"I love to cum."

   Melissa had been cumming at the same time, but much less
surreptitiously. I felt my hip drenched with little girl effusion and
clenched her tight against me.  "Fuck you," she panted against me.  "Fuck
you, motherfucker." Then as if the sigh after the eruption.  "But you're my
motherfucker."

   It was then that Viola and Bertha stepped out to the bathroom.

   Bertha's mouth literally dropped open when she saw the kids in me
totally naked and the heavy scent of sex everywhere.  She said, "What the
fuck is going on here?"

   "I nutted," said Richard happily, daring her to object.

   "Me too," grinned Rachel.  I nutted real good."

   "What about you?" Bertha demanded.

   "Uh-Melissa and I were doing the laundry" I said.

   "And why you all naked?" continued Bertha, "Don't you know that ain't
decent?"

   "We don't have no clean clothes," explained Melissa, "and we need
clothes to wear to school tomorrow."

   "Harumph," said Bertha.  Honest to God she said that.

   Viola intervened then.  She walked over to me and smiled.  "You washing
clothes?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "The kids wanted me to wash their clothes too, and we
found that even their underwear was dirty, so to keep things fair, I had to
strip down too."

   "Likely fucking story," complained Bertha.

   Instead of agreeing with Bertha, Viola leaned in and kissed first
Melissa, then me.  She was blessed for the time being with a calmness and
she didn't want to destroy that.  "Thanks, Jules," she said.  Then added,
"When you're done with the clothes, wash my bedding.  Somebody shit all
over the place in there." Then she kissed me again, and with Melissa
watching and listening said, "Did you like seeing me shit baby?"

   "Loved it," I admitted.

   Then she grinned devilishly, "Would you like to eat Bertha's shit?"

   I looked at Bertha and Bertha looked at me.  Her face was a mask of
disdain and hostility.  Still, I said, "I'd love to."

   Bertha responded coldly, "You are a sick motherfucker."

   I frowned.  "I can't argue that.  I wish I could, but I can't."

   "I know you're a fucking freak," she said meanly, "I just haven't quite
figured out if you're a pedophile to go with your piss and shit fixations."

   I didn't respond.

   "Ain't nothin' lower than a pedophile," she said coldly.

   "That's what I've always heard," I said.

   "What's a pedophile?" asked Rachel.

   "A baby fucker," said Bertha coldly.  "Someone who wants to fuck little
kids instead of adults."

   I felt Melissa stir against me.  I still said nothing.

   Viola said, "I started fucking when I was eight, and you see what
happened to me.  I'm so fucked up I can't do nothin' but fuck for a living.
But then, maybe I was crazy anyway."

   "I'm sure it didn't help," I said.  "Especially if you were molested."

   "Molested?" Rachel asked.

   "When some filthy pervert messes with your privates," generalized
Bertha. "It's sick and any motherfucker who does it needs to be put down
like a fucking rabid animal."

   I said "Some people would say it would be unwanted physical contact,
like the guy who sneaks into his daughter's room at night and forces his
attentions on her." I saw something deep and ugly sweep over Bertha then.
She might have been blushing.  I wasn't sure.  Now it was my turn to look
quizzical.  I just stared at the big black woman.

   "Fuck it, Bertha.  Tell him.  He ain't gonna judge nobody."

   Bertha just said "Shut the fuck up, Vi."

   "No," said Viola.  "You gonna stand there and be all judgemental on the
man.  He ain't said nothin' bad to you.  You might as well tell him, 'cause
if you don't I will.  I promise he won't give you no trouble about it.  I
know."

   Bertha just stared at me, then slowly her attention drifted over to
Richard, sitting on the sofa, his legs spread wide and his cock now
regaining its vigor.  I saw her eyes searching for the right thing to say
then she looked back at me.

   "I got a hangup for boys," she admitted.  I wanted to smile.  All her
vitriol was a self defense mechanism to avoid her own pedophilic desires.

   "Yeah?" I said.

   "For some reason I get off fucking little boys," she said.  "I have all
my life.  Seems I grew up but my desire for hairless little cocks never
did."

   I nodded in understanding, but then I ventured, "But you're also
interested in adults, right?"

   Viola laughed.  "Fuck yes, she's interested.  Bertha likes fucking men,
women, animals, whoever shows up when she's in the mood.  She acts all
conservative out on the street, but get her in private and the bitch goes
wild." Then she stepped to Bertha and hugged and kissed her.  "That's why I
love her so much.  She's my girl and we can double-team a motherfucker
better than anybody.  Sometimes we eat each other out to get a party
started and the slut just loves the taste of pussy."

   Bertha dropped her head in embarrassment, but said.  "You just as bad,
Vi.  You slurp on my cooze like a nympho lezbo."

   "We know all about that," offered Rachel.  "We done watched you together
sometimes.  Momma licks your pussy, then you lick on Momma's." She turned
to me as if to explain.  "Sometimes they get out a toy dick and fuck each
other.  Bertha likes to play the man and put the thing in a belt that lets
her fuck Momma just like she was a guy."

   "Enough!" Bertha objected.  "How the fuck did you kids know that."

   "Like she said, we watched you," answered Richard.  "We know you two are
lezbos too."

   "I absolutely have to find their spy-hole and repair it," I said, then
added "I don't think they're lesbians, son," I said, as if I knew what was
going on, but absolutely relieved Viola had managed to divert Bertha from
my own failings.  "Women who like men and women are called bi-sexual.  Just
means they enjoy sex with both men and women."

   "And what about you," Bertha had evidently turned her pedo radar back
on. "What kinda freaky shit are you into."

   I sighed heavily.  Bertha was not the kind of person I wanted to open up
to, at least not right away.  I turned to her.  She was still wrapped up
affectionately with Viola.  "I like lots of shit," which made the kids and
Viola all giggle knowingly, "but I can tell you that nothing I just found
out about you bothers me or upsets me."

   I looked over at Richard who was again toying with his re-hardened cock.
"And you know, its different with boys and girls.  Every guy I've ever
known who was introduced to sex as a child by an older woman, whether it
was his baby-sitter, sister, cousin or neighbor, only has fond memories of
her.  They never complain that they were molested or taken advantage of. 
Hell, they feel lucky to have had the opportunity.  Girls, on the other
hand, are often traumatized, as are boys who are molested by men." But then
I was quick to add, "Not all, but a lot of them."

   Melissa responded by kissing me on the cheek and whispering.  "I love
you, Jules." I squeezed her rounded little ass in affection.

   "Much as you seem to understand about it, I still see you squeezing on
Melissa's little rump over there."

   "But I like it," Melissa now spoke up.  "Jules ain't molesting me.  He's
making me feel good.  So you go fuck your little boys and let me and Jules
alone, okay?"

   This surprised everyone except her mother.

   "Gots to be careful with 'Lissa," she said.  "She don't say much, but
when she does, she gets real."

   "Yeah," agreed Melissa as she squirmed to tighten her grip on me.  I
could practically feel the suction of her wet little cunt against my skin
and now my cock was starting to rise.

   "Well, fuck me then," said Bertha, then to Viola.  "I don't think I'm
gonna let my girls come over here anymore, Vi.  They likely to get
corrupted."

   "Like living with a mother whose a whore keeps them innocent," said
Viola, still grinning.  "Fuck it," she said to Bertha.  "Jules here only
been in our family for a day, but he's already fucked things up and made it
better for us at the same time.  He filled our refrigerator, washed the
clothes and fucked me so good I feel like singin'.  He's taking care of my
kids and getting you to open up and be honest with yourself for the first
time ever." Then she paused, "You know we met him in church don't you.  He
says we're the answer to his prayer.  Maybe he's a gift from God for us
too."

   "Its pretty fucked up if he is," commented Bertha.

   "Maybe so, but we were all fucked up already weren't we, bitch." laughed
Viola.

   "Fuck, I guess we were....and are.  Now are we going to go peddle some
pussy or what?" she said, stepping away from Viola and regaining her self
composure.

   "Hell, fuck yeah," said Viola.  "Let's go out and make us some money and
get us some big black dick." Then she looked at me, "I may just show some
lucky motherfucker a new trick I done learned."

   "What's that?" asked Bertha.

   "If he's pretty and clean, maybe I'll just have him piss in my mouth
after he's blown his wad up my coochie...or maybe up my butt."

   "You nasty bitch," laughed Bertha.

   "And that's why they pay more for my white ass than for your big black
cunt." chided Viola.

   Bertha just looked at me and shrugged.  "Fuck, its the truth." Then
grabbed her handbag and headed for the door.  "Come on, bitch.  Let's
ride."

   Viola, once again dressed in the skin tight jean shorts, but now also
wearing a blouse that didn't quite cover her tits and showed off her
bejeweled navel, grabbed her purse, opened it, and said, "Got my rubbers
ready.  Let's go."

   Bertha looked back at me and eyed my now erect cock, still cuddling with
Melissa and with both Richard and Rachel once again diddling themselves in
a lazy distracted sort of way said.  "Don't you dare hurt these children,
motherfucker."

   "Never," I vowed.  "Believe it or not, they're safer with me than you
could imagine."

   Viola laughed.  "Safe like me, maybe.  I feel great and happy, and I'm
not worried at all about leaving my babies alone with you, but I'm
goddamned sure you've already knocked me up.  I just feel it inside."

   Bertha just stared at her friend.  "Fucking shit, girl.  You gonna have
a white baby now too?"

   "I think so," giggled Viola.  "But this baby is going to know its Daddy,
ain't it, Jules."

   "Absolutely," I answered.  Then I added something that scared the shit
out of me.  "Viola, you don't have to go out like this.  I'm happy to take
care of the rent, the bills, getting the kids properly clothed."

   "You happy to pay for my weed too?" countered Viola.

   "No," I admitted.  "I can't do that."

   "Then shut the fuck up and kiss me goodbye." I kissed her open mouth and
tasted toothpaste.  When she pulled away, she added something to take away
the bite of her previous statement.  "Maybe when we get back tonight we'll
give you a special treat, the two of us," she said cryptically.  She looked
at Bertha and nodded towards the woman's handbag.

   Bertha laughed and said, "We just might at that."

   Then the two of them headed out the door.  I felt a little down at the
realization that I couldn't actually save anybody here.  The best I could
do was help.  I sighed, turned to Melissa who had a concerned look on her
face, kissed her deeply, only to have her kiss me right back, filling my
mouth with her wet pink tongue.  My dick reasserted itself, but I knew I
had other work to do, so I sat Melissa down on the sofa beside her
masturbating brother and walked into the kitchen, checked the washer and
saw it was still working on our clothes, did a hasty assay of the mess in
the kitchen, multiplied that by each room of the house and figured it would
take a couple of weeks just to get the place cleaned up.  Then I walked
back out into the living room.  Melissa was sitting beside Richard,
watching intently as he jackhammered his cock with his fist.

   "Gonna cum again!" he yelped, but was suddenly surprised (as was I) when
Melissa pushed his hands away and covered his cock with her mouth.  "Oh
Fuck!" cried Richard and held Melissa's head to his groin while he shot
countless ropes of incestuous cum into her little sister's throat and
stomach.  Rachel, who had also been watching Richard jack off stared in
open mouthed surprise while she also brought herself to her second orgasm
of the evening.

   "You shootin' in 'Lissa's mouth, Richard!  You shootin' in her mouth."
the little girl crowed as if she was the play by play announcer.  Then
grunted and groaned in pure pleasure while she wanked her fat little pussy
into nirvana.

   Richard was still groaning and Melissa was mewling sweetly as she gulped
down her brothers copious outpouring of ejaculant.  "Oh shit, Lissa.  That
feels so good.  Suck it, little sister.  Suck my dick.  Eat all my sperm.
All of it."

   Melissa was doing as he asked, and I could tell she would have done so
without any encouragement.  But I noticed she wasn't touching herself at
all, just pleasuring Richard.  She'd done much the same with me earlier and
I thought maybe I should correct that.

   "Melissa sweetheart, you do that perfectly, but to make it good for you
too, you need to play with your pussy while you suck him off."

   Melissa raised her head and looked at me questioningly, there was a
smear of semen drooling down the side of her mouth.  I pointed at it and
she wiped it off then sucked her finger.

   "You like that, baby?" I asked.

   She nodded her head yes, then said "But it already feels good for me,"
she said.  "I want to taste it, feel it," then she looked at me with an
expression that sent a chill through me.  "I don't want to play with my
pussy when I suck dick." she said, then pointing to my newly erect member
added.  "When I suck your dick, all I want is your dick, not my fingers."

   "Okay, I've been corrected," I said.  Melissa's visage changed.  The
little girl was there, but a manic look came across her face.

   "I want to suck your dick now," she said.

   "Here?" I asked.  "In front of Richard and Rachel."

   "Right here," she said.  "And you can play with my pussy if you want. 
My butthole too.  And I'm gonna suck out all your sperm.  It's mine and I
want it.  I want it all.."

   I approached the seven year old cautiously.  She slithered down off the
couch and patted the sofa in front of her.  "Sit here," she said.

   I sat down, the sofa was soft and plush against my ass.  I looked down
at Melissa hovering between my legs, eyeing my cock like a cat focuses on a
bird.  Patient, but eager at the same time.  Richard and Rachel were
staring intently as well, ready for the show.  I had no idea what might be
going on in their their impressionable minds.  At the same time, I was
falling deeper in lust and love with the innocent, yet obviously depraved
cum hungry little girl kneeling before the couch.

   She grasped my now familiar cock in her hands and looked up to me.  "I'm
gonna suck your dick," she announced and took a long lick at it from its
base to the head.  "You wanna cum in my mouth like Richard did?" she asked?

   I nodded yes, then watched in hypnotic fascination as she opened her
mouth wide and engulfed the first three inches of my cock with her wet warm
mouth.

   "Oh fuck!" I groaned and reached down to stroke the sweet girl's long
dark hair.  "I love you, Melissa," I breathed and felt her begin sucking at
me.  "This going to take a while, sweetheart," I said, "I already came a
couple of times today."

   I saw Rachel grin.  "I made you cum too," she boasted.

   "Of, yes.  You sure did," I agreed.  "And so did your Momma, and...."

   Melissa gave me a warning glance, as if to say what we did together
privately should stay private, so I just shut up and moaned my pleasure.

   "Yeah, and now it's Melissa's turn," Rachel continued.  "I made you cum
with my hands, Momma made you cum with her pussy, and now Melissa 'll make
you cum with her mouth."

   "Her sweet cocksucking mouth," I said.  Then to Richard, "Melissa's
mouth feels so good, doesn't it?"

   "Hell yeah!" agreed the boy.  Then I added as I placed a hand on the
back of Melissa's head and forced another fraction of an inch of my cock
into her mouth.  She appeared to enjoy this encouragement and I felt her
swallow the head of my dick into her throat.  That sent a trembling
pleasure throughout my body and I moaned in appreciation.  Once embedded,
she only held my dick there, a full four inches of cock buried in her mouth
and kissing her throat, before she gasped and backed off.  My dick was
messy with mucous and I stroked her head some more as she again descended
on my thick hard cock.

   "No more raping this little girl," I ordered to Richard.  "If she's in
the mood, maybe she'll eat some of your cum, or suck your dick like she's
doing to me, but that's for her to decide.  You can ask, but she decides
what she wants.  Agreed?"

   "Okay," said Richard, breathing hard and staring at Melissa, jacking off
his slender black boy cock as he did.

   Melissa mewled in agreement as she swallowed my cock again, taking me
deeper into her bulging throat and I hunched involuntarily into her,
fucking little girl face, driving another full inch of cock into her mouth.
she pulled back and sputtered.  "Sorry, Baby," I said.  "Well, I should be
sorry anyway."

   Melissa looked up and said "That's okay.  I like it when I'm excited,"
Then she turned to Richard.  "I like to suck you, Richard.  But only suck.
I don't want to fuck you no more.  Okay?"

   "Oh yeah, that's okay," said Richard..  "It feels great to cum like
that."

   "Okay," agreed his little sister, You jack off and tell me when you're
ready to cum, and then I'll eat it.  Now I want to suck on Jules.  I want
to taste his dick and his cum cause I'm in love with the motherfucker. 
He's my motherfucker.  ain't you Jules."

   "Most certainly," I said as I gently guided her mouth back to my
straining cock.

   She happily descended yet again on my dick but pulled back and said,
"Wait!  Raise our legs."

   I thought I knew what she was going to do.  "You want to suck my balls,"
I said.

   "That too," she said, but when I had my knees hooked with my hands, it
wash't my balls she licked.  It was my asshole.  "Oh fuck, little girl. 
How did you know I like that."

   She took a breath, "You know I know."

   It may have seemed mystic to her siblings, but I knew it was due to our
earlier conversation and ass play.  Then I felt her slender pink tongue
slip up into my waiting asshole and I was in heaven.  "Oh fuck yes!" I
exclaimed.

   At the same time, Rachel chimed in, "You sucking Jules' booty hole,
'Lissa.  Yuck!" But as she said it she began to diddle her tiny baby cunt
more seriously.

   Melissa pulled back again and looked to her brother and sister.  "I like
it.  I'm gonna eat Jules' asshole and his shit too.  All the time.  Every
fucking day, ain't I?" she demanded an answer from me.

   "Fuck yes, You beautiful little ass whore," I said, then pulled my legs
back so that my knees were almost next to my ears.  "Let me feel you suck
out my shitty asshole," I said, hoping she could taste some shit flavoring.
I admitted to myself I now wanted to turn her into a little shit whore I
could enjoy fully and completely.  "I'm going to share shit and piss and
cum with you for the rest of my life if I can get away with it."

   Melissa took a panting breath, getting more horny from the semi-public
display of depravity and said, "You can.  you can get away with it
forever."

   Suddenly, the fat little five year old on the recliner screamed. 
"Richard!  Fuck me, I'm cumming."

   Richard dove over to his little sister and started sucking at her baby
snatch.  The little girl embraced him with both her hands and her legs and
ground her mound into his mouth as she came for all she was worth.  I saw
her wriggle and squirm into multiple orgasms, smothering her big brother
with her fat black baby cunt and yet demanding more and more of his lips,
mouth and tongue.

   "Jesus!" I cried and dropped my legs, displacing Melissa and suddenly
grabbing her and lifting her up.  "I want to fuck you, Melissa.  Can I?"

   Melissa looked scared but said, "Yes, but be careful.  Don't hurt me
like Richard did."

   "I won't," I groaned.  "I want you to ride me.  Climb up on my lap and
you put my cock up your little pussy.  I won't even move until you tell
me."

   Melissa smiled bravely and took my dick in her hands, rubbed it over her
sopping wet little cunt, then slowly began to feed my dick into her once
fucked cunt.  She was tighter than imaginable, but more than ready and I
felt the head of my dick slide into the clutches of her silken little pussy
tube.  She took an inch and was surprised.

   "It don't hurt," she said.  "It feels good.  Real good."

   "It's supposed to, baby girl," I assured her.  "When you fuck right it
always feels delicious."

   "Oh yeah," groaned the seven year old, taking another inch and then
another up into her moist cock cavern.  "I want all your dick in my pussy."

   "Take it easy," I warned.  "It might hurt if you force too much up your
baby snatch."

   "My baby snatch is ready for your big slippery white cock," she cooed
and slid down on my full length, taking my breath away and giving rise to a
gasp from her.  There was the familiar "pop" of busting through her cervix
into her womb, and she looked at me in utter surprise.  I was afraid we
might have damaged her, but then she surprised me once again.  Instead of
crying, or backing off or saying it hurt, she wriggled about on my dick. 
Fuck if I couldn't see where it distended her little belly too.

   "I'm fucking your dick," She aid.  "My pussy is fucking your big dick."
and she started a hunching movement against me.  Not up and down so much as
a combination of frottage against my pubis to stimulate her baby clit and
an in and out fucking movement to keep my cock horizontal to her cunt
instead of vertical.  I grabbed her by her ass and supported her as she did
what she needed to get what she wanted.

   "Jesus, child, where did you learn this?"

   She bit her lower lip and she concentrated on her fucking motion then
said, "I watched Momma." And then demanded, "Stick your finger up my
asshole too.  I need that to cum.  I got to have something up my butt to
make me do it right."

   Thank goodness for our size difference.  It allowed me to do just as she
asked.  My finger slipped easily up into her welcoming shitter and I saw
her eyes roll back in her head as I slid it home.  "Oh fuck, yes." she
groaned.

   "Can I move now?" I asked, knowing she was so very close and wanting to
join her in orgasmic bliss.  At the same time, I happened go glance over at
Richard and Rachel.  She was relaxed and leaning against him while he was
jacking off while watching us.  He grunted and said, "I'm gonna cum!" but
instead of trying to wedge himself between Melissa and me to get to her
mouth as they had agreed, he offered his swollen purple cockhead to his
five year old sister.  She just lazily opened her mouth and let him push
the head of his cock into her mouth as he exploded another blast of teenage
boy cum out of his dick.  I saw just a glimpse of the thick white jism pour
into the little girl's mouth before she enclosed the head completely and
began swallowing dollup after dollup of his incestuous cum, letting it pool
in her belly just like it was supposed to.

   That was it for me.  I needed to nut.  "I want to cum in you," I
groaned.

   "Okay," answered Melissa, "but fuck my butt really hard too so I can cum
right."

   I did my best to comply.  I jammed my invading finger deep into the
little girl's bowels and started finger fucking that tight little hole as
rapidly as I could.  As I did that, I let loose the last vestiges of my cum
for the day, I was sure.  I poured it into her lovingly, crying as I did,
tears flowing.  Not just cumming, but taking her fully, claiming her
innocence and her foul deviations all at the same time, and pouring my
illicit hunger and desire into her, even as I opened myself to her as well,
giving her my vulnerabilities and dark secrets.

   But what I said was, "Oh shit, Melissa, you fuck so damned good.  You
fuck me so damned good."

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah," chanted the child jamming her prepubescent cunt down
on my cock as it drained my very essence into her immature womb.  We were
both panting as we came, yet still we kissed and clutched each other as
close as we could.  Sweating and shattered, loving each other as sweetly
and as perversely as is possible.

   "Perfect," I declared, as the waves of orgasm began to recede. 
"Melissa, you are perfect."

   Melissa laughed.  It was a triumphant laugh.

   "I did it," she proclaimed.  "I fucked you and came and made you cum!"

   "Fuck yes," I agreed.

   She got a mischievous look about her and said, "Can we do it again?" But
then she collapsed against me, giggling softly.

   "Tomorrow," I promised.  "By tomorrow I should have my strength back."

   "Me too," she sighed and relaxed against me.

   I was totally lethargic then.  Unable and unwilling to move.  I let my
head loll to to the side and saw Richard and Rachel in similar recline. 
Rachel was leaning over Richard's lap, her mouth suckling as his soft empty
cock as he leaned back, his hand resting on the child's back.

   "You like fucking now, Melissa, " I said softy.

   "I love fucking you," Melissa answered.  Then repeated drowsily, "We'll
fuck some more tomorrow."

   I smiled.  We were sitting naked in squalor.  We were in an incredibly
messed up relationship, but we all felt so peaceful and serene.  I couldn't
help but think we had somehow brought a bit of heaven to earth.

   I drifted off then, holding Melissa, her sweet well fucked pussy
dripping my cum onto my belly and her warm drool (for she drooled as she
slept) pooling on my chest.  We all slept then.  I'm not sure how long. 
All I knew was that the door suddenly burst open and in barged the two sexy
streetwalkers, Viola and Bertha, looking more disheveled than ever and both
obviously totally fucked up.
06: Fucking The Amazon...And The Amazon Fucking Me
"Will you fucking look at this," muttered a gin-soaked Bertha.  "This
white cockcucker done fucked your little girl and your baby is over here

sucking your son's dick."

   Then she laughed harshly, "I'm just wishing it was me eating Richard."

   "Well, then go the fuck on," grunted Viola.  "The boy done got a hard
on. Might as well make use of the sonofabitch." Then she giggled.

   She was right.  Little Rachel was still suckling on her brother's penis,
and had brought his manhood back to life as they slept together.

   Bertha threw caution to the wind and leaned over, almost falling, but
picking up Rachel and handing her to Viola.  Viola looked at her child like
she didn't recognize her, or what to do with the small round ebony preteen,
then stumbled over to me and offered her.  I took her and held her chunky
little form to my chest.  She whimpered and began shuffling around till she
was lying prone on the sofa, her feet on the arms of it and her face
drifting down from my chest to my belly, then shoving Melissa off my groin
until she found my wilted cock.  She began sucking at it like a pacifier.
She ignored the slimy covering of her sisters juices, now dried but still
pungent.  She had pretty much all of my limp prick stuffed in her mouth and
was sucking contentedly.

   At the same time, Bertha was feasting on Richard's youthful cock.

   "Oh my god, I love this," the big black whore said.  "I love me some
little boy prick.  I could suck on this shit all day long," and buried her
face in Richard's lap.  He slowly roused and looked down to see Bertha
sucking him off.  He smiled happily then looked over to Viola and said, "Hi
Momma."

   "Hi Rich," she answered, then sat down on the couch, shovelling little
Rachel into a small space between us.  She began rubbing the pre-teens bare
butt while stroking the little girl's kinky hair at the same time, all the
time watching her baby suck on my soft dick.

   "So you been fucking with my kids huh?" she said matter of factly.  "I
knew you would, you know."

   I waited, not knowing where she would go from here.  "Nobody got hurt?"

   "No," I assured her.  "Everybody seemed to really enjoy themselves."

   "You fucked Melissa?" she confirmed, dipping her fingers into the cum
running down the child's inner thigh.  "Really fucked her?"

   There was no use denying the truth.  She could get DNA from the slender
seven year old girl's soupy pussy if she decided to.

   "Yes," I admitted.  Her focus changed to watching Bertha sucking
Richards' dick.

   "Good," said Viola.  "I was afraid that black motherfucker had
traumatized her for life.  Fucking your little sister is one thing, but
forcing yourself on her could make Melissa like me, all fucked up and no
place to go."

   I looked at Viola as the stared intently at Bertha's blowjob.  "Why did
you do it, Jules?  Why did you fuck my little girl after I'd already given
you a full ride, even did your shit thing for you and let you knock me up
as far as we know?  Don't you feel like shit doing that?"

   I ran my hand down the length of Melissa's svelt lean body and felt her
melt into me with a cuddling coo.  I felt Rachel suck me just a little
deeper in her mouth and started to push her way, thinking that maybe we had
gone further than Viola could handle, but Viola slapped my hand away.

   "Let the baby suck.  It comforts her.  Can't you see?" Viola said, then
distracted by Richards sudden groans and upward hip thrusts into Bertha's
expert mouth and throat fucking.  "Look at him, Jules.  He's fucking the
shit out of Bertha's mouth.  My little boy is all grown up and facefucking
my best friend."

   "Yeah," I said noncommittally, still waiting for something approaching a
normal thought to be expressed.

   Viola patted me on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you fingerfuck your
little girlfriend and I'll go help Bertha eat up Richard's spunk?

   With that she dashed over to the Sofa and said, "Share, Bitch!" nudging
Bertha to the side and started slupring on Richard's cock just as he
started to spasm.

   "You slut!" groaned Bertha, "I had him all ready and you done stole the
fucking prize!"

   But Viola was generous, and fed the spurting cock back into her friend's
hungry mouth.  Viola grinned at me, seeing that I was gently masturbating
Melissa's still slimy pussy with my fingers.  Melissa was cooing in her
semi-conscious state, riding the edge of a sweet dream.  I was careful not
to wake her.  Just sliding my finger feather light up and down her slightly
open little crease, tickling her tiny pearl of a clitoris, feeling her get
wetter and wetter.

   At the same time Bertha was moaning, her hand buried down her open
jeans. She was finger fucking herself while she finished of Rich's latest
splatter of man juice.  When she finally came up for air her eyes were
glazed.  "Ain't nothin' sweeter than a young man's semen," she said,
looking up at Richard with something like idol worship.

   Rich was done in though.  "Imma going to bed," he slurred, still only
half awake.  "Wake me at 7, Jules.  I got to go to school."

   "I'll do my best, Rich," I said, as if this were as natural as anything.
A kid gets a professional blowjob from his mom and her buddy, then lumbers
off to bed.

   "Now ain't that a nigger," complained Bertha, "Gets his nut and leaves
me in need."

   "You're right," drunkenly laughed Viola, "But we got Jules here.  Want
to have some fun with him?"

   "Sorry," I demurred.  "I'm just as fucked out as Richard, and three
times his age," I said.

   A half grin appeared on Bertha's face.  "Ain't no problem, Jules.  Not
for what I got in mind.  All you got to do is point your white ass up in
the air and close your eyes.

   Viola laughed knowingly.

   "What do you mean?" I asked, not at all sure I wanted to know what came
next.

   Bertha went to her bag and pulled out a long thin double-ended purple
dildo.  "This what I mean, baby," then she pulled out a odd belt with a
hole in front.  "You done had your fun with little girls for the night. 
Now you get to pay the piper..." she laughed, "With your pooper."

   "No," I said.

   "Come on, Jules, baby." Viola cajoled me in a little girl voice.  "Don't
you want to get what you gave me earlier tonight.  Especially since I
didn't bitch or moan about how you fucked and sucked and molested the shit
out of my preteen baby girls." She stood up and the glint of evil I was
already familiar with began to light up her eyes.  "You're going to do
anything I tell you, motherfucker.  And what I want is to see you get your
asshole reamed with Bertha's motherfucking strap-on.  She's a fucking
sadist when it comes to buttfucking hairy-assed white men.  And you ain't
got shit to say about it."

   I was being blackmailed, but I'd walked into this household with my eyes
open.  This was never going to be a picnic.  I wasn't just going to be able
to have my way and go about my business.

   It was then Melissa stirred, reaching for me and her eyes fluttering
into pseudo-consciousness.  "Jules, she murmured.  "What's happening." then
she noticed Bertha and her mother there.  "Oh, Hi Mommy." and grinned
happily.  "Oh Momma, it was so good and sweet.  Now I understand."

   "Understand what, baby," Viola said.

   "Fucking is beautiful.  It's wonderful.  Cumming is so good.  And eating
cum is so good too." Then she struggled to a sitting position and kissed me
on the cheek.  "Thank you, Jules.  I love you."

   "You done ruined her," muttered Bertha.  "You have fucked up this sweet
child with your filthy white cock."

   "No he didn't," Melissa said sternly.  "He made me feel better than I
ever have.  He made love to me.  It's really good that way."

   Viola said, "Then I guess you wouldn't want to see Bertha fuck the shit
out of his asshole."

   "Oh yes I would," countered Melissa.  "I want to see you ass-fuck
Jules."

   "Well fuck," I said.  "Then I give up." I turned to Bertha.  "Where do
you want me, you big black whore?"

   "Oh shit, you gonna get it now," said Viola, suddenly sounding like
Renfield for the Bela Lagos Dracula movie.

   "Did this motherfucker just call me a big fat whore?" complained Betha.

   "No.  He said a big black whore," giggled Rachel who had just come back
to life.

   "Let's make that a big black beautiful whore," I said with a lopsided
grin.

   "Oh you like your women thick?" said Bertha, obviously laying a trap.

   "I like my women beautiful," I said.  "They can be big, little, fat,
skinny..."

   "Adult, preteen," concluded Viola, enjoying this nasty game.

   "Fuck, baby," added Bertha, "I bet you'd eat out an infant, wouldn't
you. If I brought a tiny baby in here I believe you would go down on her
baby pussy and suck her out.  Wouldn't you?"

   I was feeling a little pissed and answered, "What if it was a baby boy.
Let's say a 12 month old baby boy.  From what I saw I believe you would get
down on your hands and knees and suck his tiny little cock while he was
being breastfed."

   She froze and I went on.  "You're just as sick as I am, Bertha.  But
you're so fucking mean, I don't think you could handle a tender feeling if
it was offered to you."

   A stern look came over her and she said, "Get in that bedroom,
motherfucker.  Get in there and bend the fuck over.  I'm gonna bust that
ass wide open."

   "Can I watch," begged Rachel.

   Melissa agreed with her little sister, "Yes, please.  I wanna see Jules
with a big dick up his asshole."

   "Oh fuck," I complained.  "Isn't there any mercy anywhere in this
house."

   "Not tonight," answered Bertha.  "Come on, you about to become my new
ass slut, bitch."

   I knew Bertha was getting off on this.  A dominatrix if I ever saw one.
The good thing is I'd played versions of this game with lovers before.  But
I'd never had a strap-on used on me.  Never been truly fucked up the ass by
a hunching bitch.

   Viola grabbed one arm and Bertha the other as they led me into the
bedroom.

   "I told you to clean this shit up!" she said.

   "I sort of got diverted," I tried to explain.

   "That little girl's pussy fucked up your mind, huh?" said Bertha. 
"Well, my pussy and my dick are going to straighten it back up.  Get that
nasty sheet off that bed, Viola."

   Viola told the girls to help and the shitty sheet was taken off the bed.
There was a nasty brown stain on the mattress pad beneath it and they
ripped that off too.  The mattress itself seemed clean but I bet that there
was a shit odor soaked into it where the shit had been.  Viola quickly
rummaged through her closet and came up with another sheet.  This one was
black and silken.  Again she had the girls help her put it on the bed.

   "Now get on the bed, butt-slut, on your knees, ass up in the air and
head down on the mattress."

   I did as told and turned my head to watch Bertha get out of her shorts
and blouse.  Her tits were magnificent, big and dark brown with huge
aureola and thick expansive nipples.  The tits hung down, but were no less
beautiful because of that.  Her cunt was thick with kinky fur and I watched
as she positioned the double dildo in the hole of the belt, locked it in
and then strapped on the belt so that one dildo dick was inserted up into
her cunt and the other was positioned as a normal dick.

   "I love fucking a bitch up the ass," grunted the big fat black woman. 
"I'm going to fuck you so hard we'll both cum."

   Viola bent down beside my face and said.  "Bertha is good at this. 
Freaks from all over the city come to get fucked by her."

   "Pay good money for it, too," added Bertha as she pulled out a jar of
vaseline from her bag and opened it.

   "Now watch closely, girls," she said to the two preteens at the side of
the bed, "This shit is really important so you can get a motherfucker
properly impaled.  Don't want to try to punch a dick up no dry asshole if
you can avoid it."

   "Oh yeah," agreed Viola.  "You need something to make it right. 
Vaseline, spit, something.  Fuck, Jules used my own shit when he fucked my
ass.  Made me cum like a bitch too."

   "Cause you are a bitch," said Bertha as she covered the dildo with the
non-greasy petroleum jelly.

   "Wait!" exclaimed Melissa.  "Let me start it before you put that stuff
in Jules's butt.  I want to use my mouth on his asshole."

   "Oh shit," groaned her mother.  "My baby really has been turned out. 
Jules, you motherfucker.  You turned my baby into a ass slut, didn't you?"

   "I was already a ass slut, Momma," said Melissa.  "Jules just let me
like it."

   "I must be drunk," said Bertha, "cause that seemed to make sense to me."

   As they talked Melissa climbed up on the bed behind me, spread the
cheeks of my ass as wide as she could and dove her sweet innocent face into
my shitter.  I felt her tongue winnow its way into my ass interior.

   "Fuck!" I groaned.  "That feels fantastic."

   "I bet the fuck it does," Muttered Viola.  "You got a lot to answer for,
Jules.  Bertha, when you fuck his ass, drive that dildo all the way up
inside."

   "My plan all along baby."

   I was thinking it might be worth it with Melissa's avid tongue exploring
my asshole.  I wondered if she would still do this if there was shit all
over my ass.  I hoped so.  Fuck, I intended to find out as soon as
possible.

   When she pulled her face from my asscrack the little girl was panting.
She patted my ass and kissed the cheeks.

   "It will be okay, Jules," she said.  "I'll still eat up your ass after
they fuck you.  I just want to see how a girl can fuck a man like this."

   "Then back the fuck off and watch me," groaned Bertha, manipulating the
dildo so the one inside her cunt could stimulate her g-spot.  "I got me an
asshole to plunder."

   Bertha was as good as her word.  Without any adieu she drove that
motherfucking dildo all the way up my asshole with a single thrust.  I
screamed at the pain and the pressure.  But she was kinder than her words,
because once inside she just held her rubberized dick in place.  Letting me
get accustomed to it.

   "Oh fuck," I groaned.  "So fucking full.  It feels like I'm taking a
giant shit."

   Bertha laughed.  "That's the fucking point.  The bitch hurt too, didn't
it?

   "It hurt like hell," I moaned.  "Please take it a little easy, at first
anyway."

   I turned my head and saw Rachel staring in amazement, Viola grinning in
malevolent joy and Melissa facinated.  For the first time ever I saw my
little lover start to masturbate herself.

   "You like this baby?" I groaned to her.

   Melissa nodded.

   "If that's the case," I groaned, raising my upper body up and turning to
Bertha who was still hovering over my abused ass, waiting for my go-ahead,
no doubt.  "Go ahead and fuck the living shit out of my asshole, Bertha. 
Cover that motherfucker dildo with my shit and show Melissa what
buttfucking looks like."

   With that I drove my ass back onto the Dildo and drove Bertha's pussy
dildo up into her cunt.

   "You got it, white boy," gasped Bertha, and she began tearing my asshole
up just like she promised.  The sudden intolerable pain and indescribable
pleasure from the brutal pumping assfuck forced my head back down on the
bed.  Even so, I cried, "Do it, you bitch.  Fuck my asshole.  Fuck it
hard."

   Bertha moaned in her own pleasure as she slapped my ass cheek with one
hand and began delivering thrust after thrust of that pain/pleasure,
delivering her prosthetic dick up my backside.  When Rachel saw the
spanking action, she jumped up beside Bertha and began spanking my ass with
the palm of her hand.

   Viola somehow forced Bertha to let her wiggle between her legs and
slithered up under my cock.  She latched on and began milking it with her
mouth as Bertha fucked my shit.

   "God, Fuck!  Yes!" I yelped.  "I love it.  Do it, you cunt.  Suck my
cock!  Fuck my asshole."

   Bertha laughed triumphantly and yelped.  "That's right, you white bitch.
Taka all this cock." Then she started grunting, cumming and cumming hard,
but that didn't stop her ongoing determined anal destruction.  She panted
"I - Love - This - Shit!" she announced, and came again.  "I was pouring
out pre-cum into Viola's sucking mouth, but had not cum yet as Bertha
collapsed onto my back and ripped that dildo out of my ass.  I then heard
Viola yelp, "Give me that," and looked beneath me to see her slurping at
the shit covered dildo.

   Then I heard Melissa cry, "Me too, Momma." and saw her wrestle her way
under me to get to the shit too." I watched the seven year old shit slut
suck at the feces covered rubber prick and masturbate herself at the same
time.  "Stick something up my butthole," she whined.  "I want to cum!  I
can't cum without it."

   I reached over to her but had my hand slapped away by Viola.  She took
the honors and slid her baby raping finger up her preteen daughter's
asshole herself.

   "Oh!  Ugh!" cried and grunted Melissa, then let loose with a squirting
orgasm.  "Yes!" she keened as she came, turning so her pulsing splash of
girl cum sprayed over my face.  I opened my mouth wide to receive it,
wishing she was feeding me her little girl ejaculant to me directly from
her cunt without the intervening distance.  When she finally collapsed and
my sensory attention was redirected to my tortured asshole I groaned
painfully.

   "Ow!  You hardhearted slut," I said to Bertha.  "I know my asshole is
fucked up now.  It aches like a motherfucker."

   Bertha chuckled, still leaning on me.  "But you loved it, didn't you?"

   "Yeah, I loved it," I admitted.

   "Me too," laughed the big woman, leaning heavy on my back, but I wasn't
about to complain.  I loved the feeling of her big black titties pressing
up against me.

   "You want to cum," said Viola still lapping at the offending rubber
dick, as was her seven year old daughter.

   "Yes, I do," I said.  "I didn't think I'd want or need to cum for a
week, but I want to now."

   "How you want me?" asked Viola.

   "If you don't mind, I'd really like to finish off in Bertha's cunt," I
said.

   Everyone seemed surprised at this, including Bertha.  "Why?" she asked.
"You got the queen of freak with Viola ready for you and a tight little
girl pussy with Melissa who can't wait to get your spunk splashed up inside
her.  Even little Rachel would let you cum in her mouth if you want.  Why
you want a worn out whore's cunt like mine?"

   "I want to claim your big black cunt," I said truthfully.  "I want to
say this bitch is mine, and by bitch I mean you.  That okay?" Then added,
"If you ladies don't mind, I'd like to move."

   Bertha straightened back up, onto her knees and Melissa and Rachel
released the spit cleaned dildo and shifted so to they flanked me, one on
each side.

   I turned so I was looking up at Bertha and said.  "Take that thing off."
referring to the belt that held the double dildo.

   I then turned to Viola.  "You okay with this?"

   "Fuck yes," grunted Viola, "Bertha's my girl.  I'd love to see your
white cock plowing up her black pussy until she creamed and screamed."

   I turned to Melissa and asked, seeing her gazing lovingly at my erect
cock, once again standing at attention and pointing up towards the ceiling.
"How about you, sweetheart?"

   "It's okay," she said, "Long as I get to see."

   I smiled gratefully.  Then I turned to Bertha and slid over against
Melissa, "Lie down here Bertha.  Give me some of that hot wet black cunt."

   Bertha lay down, flat on her back.  We all repositioned ourselves to
accommodate this new configuration of sweaty naked bodies.  As Bertha
spread her thick legs and opened herself to me, I maneuvered above her. 
She looked beautiful lying there.  Her big soft stomach pillowing my
flattened belly.  Like some fertility goddess of another time.  Her
beautiful tits swelled against her chest, begging for attention.  Her pussy
gaping open, welcoming my cock to a new home.

   I got a perverse idea.  I looked at Melissa and Rachel.  "How would you
two girls like to suck on those beautiful big titties while I fuck Bertha.

   Rachel perked up at the idea.  "Yeah!" she squealed and latched on
quick, sucking and gnawing at Bertha's mammaries like a child who had been
weaned too early.  Melissa just said, "You want me to?"

   "Yes, baby, that's exactly what I want.  Bertha's tits are just too hot
to leave unattended." Then I reached over for Viola.  "You want to eat out
my sour asshole while I fuck her?" I asked.

   "Hell fuck, yes." she said and kneeled between my spread legs to begin
her perverse ministrations.  As soon as I felt her tongue start probing
into what must have been my still wide open shit hole, I sighed in perfect
pleasure.  Viola had only been laving my asshole for a few seconds when she
announced to all concerned.  "Baby, you got a shitty asshole." Then she
dove right back in, as if this was what she had really wanted all along.

   Me, I just let my dick find magnetic north, sliding all the way up the
hilt into Bertha's soaked cunt.

   "How many times you cum today," I asked.

   "Three times just now," she admitted.

   As I began to move, I felt Viola's questing tongue slide from my asshole
to my balls then leave me to lick at Bertha's lower cunt and asshole, then
back up again.  This was a wonderful accompaniment to my slow fucking
strokes in and out of Bertha's roomy cunt.

   Both Bertha and I sighed in delicious pleasure.

   "That feels so fucking good, Viola," I murmured.

   "Yes," agreed Bertha.  "I love this shit.  A cock up my cunt, both my
titties getting sucked and my best girl tongue fucking my asshole.  This is
perfect."

   "How about before?" I asked.  "How many times you cum before you got
home?"

   "I didn't nut at all tonight before I got here," she said.  I had four
fuckers and they all got a nut before I could even care about it.  I was so
fucking horny when I got here I was ready to rape somebody."

   "Which you kind of did," I said, still feeling the deep-seated ache she
had given my asshole.

   "I did, didn't I," she said, then hunched up to meet my downward stroke.
Then she asked fearfully "Am I too loose for you, baby."

   "I love your pussy," I said.  "I feel welcome."

   "Oh, you are.  You certainly are."

   She placed her hands around my neck, looking up to me as I began moving
inside of her, varying my fuck strokes to give both of us the sensation we
needed.  I looked down at Melissa and Rachel, lovingly sucking at her big
titties.

   "You like this," I asked, "These two sweet girls sucking at your breasts
while I fuck your cunt?"

   "Oh yes," she sighed.  "And Viola's tongue is so good on my asshole and
cunt."

   I smiled at her and wanted to kiss her except for the intervening little
girls at her tits.  I was finally getting through her roughened defenses
and finding the soft sweet pussy meat and tender heart beneath.  I was
looking and fucking into her very soul and knew it.  She was vulnerable
now. I could have been cruel to her then, much as she had been to me.  I
could have hurt her if that had been my intent.  But is wasn't.  Instead I
said as I sunk deep into her cunt, "I love you, Bertha.  I love you pussy,
your evil ways, everything about you."

   "Oh Baby," she moaned, and tears sprang into her eyes as the began
showing me how a big woman can fuck.  It felt like liquid fire swirling
around my dick.  "Fuck me, baby." she begged.  "Fuck my black pussy with
your white dick."

   "I want to cum in you," I said.

   "Yes," she gasped and hunched wildly up to me.  "Me too."

   "You on the pill?" I asked as I increased my speed and feeling my cum
start to roil up from my balls.

   "Yes," she cried, "It's okay baby.  Cum in me.  It's okay."

   "Stop taking them," I ordered.  "Next time I fuck you I want to knock
you up."

   Everyone but Bertha and I froze in surprise.  Her squirming fuck motions
intensified and it seemed she was trying to draw my whole body up into her
spacious cunt.

   "Don't stop!" Bertha cried.  "I'm almost there." Then to me.  "You mean
that?"

   "Yes," I said as if it were a legal contract.  "I want your baby.  I
want to make a boy baby with you and see you sucking his little baby cock
while I fuck the shit out of you.

   "Oh Yes!" she squealed and began humping wildly, cumming without
control. "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!'

   I instructed the two little girls sucking at her generous titties now.
"Bite her tits," I said.  "Give her pain and pleasure together." At the
same time I felt Viola completely neglect my cock and balls.  My guess is
she was tongue fucking Bertha's open asshole while I began pumping my seed
up into the black bitch's beautiful hungry twat.

   Bertha practically threw me off in her orgasmic throes, then hugged me
to her so tight I thought I would burst, then froze in ecstasy and finally
shuddered violently and collapsed.

   "Oh fuck yes," she sighed, pools of sweat and cum puddling on the silk
sheets.  She rose up slightly, then fell back onto the bed.  The last of my
seed seeped into her deep cunt and I felt my cock quickly soften and slip
out of her.  I felt Viola suddenly suck and slurp at my flaccid cock,
sending an after-shock of thrilling pleasure coursing through me.  Then I
felt her face burrow between me and her best friends cunt.

   "Oh Vi, you gonna suck all that shit out of my pussy!" Bertha burst out.

   Viola hummed her verification that this was exactly what she was doing.
I had to freeze in position to let Viola get her treasure from the thick
lipped cave of Bertha's cavernous cunt.

   When she finally pulled away, she gasped.  "I am so fucking hot.  I got
to fuck somebody."

   I looked at her flushed body, knowing I had nothing left for the
beautiful blonde bitch.

   "Why don't you go visit your son down the hall," I suggested impishly.
"He should be recovered enough to deliver a hard dick for your ass, or your
pussy if you prefer."

   "You saying I should go fuck my own little boy?" she asked.

   "Seems like the natural thing to do in this unreal night," I said.

   "You a bad man," Bertha mumbled.  Then added, "I say go for it, baby.  I
doubt it will fuck him up any more than he already is, and it might even
help you bond with that horny little sister raper."

   I watched Viola climb out of bed and watched her perfect ass twitch it's
way out of the room.  She looked back to the bed and said, "Here I go."

   Then she closed the door behind her as she left.  I rolled off Bertha
and Melissa shifted around so she was between me and Bertha.  I let myself
catch my breath, reached my hand across Melissa and resting on Bertha's
generous belly while Melissa rested her head on Bertha's big titty.

   I closed my eyes for just a moment.  The next thing I knew it was
daylight.
07: Best Laid Plans Go Awry, So New Plans Are Made
I woke up in a strange room, remarkable in its disarray.  I found myself
entangled with three females.  There was Bertha, the thick, very well
endowed black sex worker who was also the best friend of my new lover,
Viola.  She was wrapped around me with her heavy leg draped over my waist.
There was Rachel, a little chubby black insatiable cum eater only five
years old.  She was cuddled behind Bertha, lying on her back.  Her short
fat legs were sprawled wide and her unprotected tiny little cunt was
inviting molestation.  At the same time I had Melissa, my little milk
chocolate colored seven year old angel of a shit whore and precious heart,
clutching my arm tight with hers and her colt like legs clamped tight

around my hairy right leg.

   It was a sweet and sexy pussy trap, and one I truly appreciated.  But
there was another element involved that inspired me to get up.  Viola's
eleven year old son, Richard, was standing naked at the door, his cock
actually hanging soft and limp for almost the first time since he'd
unleashed that black snake into the household.

   "Jules, man.  Jules!" he was saying.

   "Yeah," I said groggily as I tried to sit up, but to no avail.  "What's
up, Rich?"

   "Time to get up man.  It's Monday morning and we got to get to school."

   "Shit!" I exclaimed, stirring Melissa and Rachel, although Bertha snored
peacefully along.  "And I got to get to work."

   I struggled and clambered clumsily out of bed.

   "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!", I proclaimed.  I had been so lost in the unkempt,
sexy, perverse surreal universe of this house that I had lost track of
reality.  Work, school, bills, taxes all awaited us.  I forced Bertha's
hefty black leg off me and nudged Melissa who was trying to wake up.

   "Come on sweetheart.  Time for school.  Rachel.  Time to get up."

   I lurched from the bed leaving a vacuum of bed-space that Bertha quickly
filled, sprawling, shifting to her stomach and exposing both her open cunt
and asshole for full view.

   I gasped, sorely tempted to attack Bertha's sexy anus and pussy.

   Instead, I girded my loins and rushed to the kitchen, found the kids
clothes washed, but still damp.

   "Fuck!" I exclaimed.  This was a hard lesson, hard learned.  There were
no clean clothes in the house.  For anyone.  Including me.

   "This is what happens when I do all my thinking with my dick," I said.

   "Think with your dick?" questioned Rachel, as the kids came dawdling
into the room.  "But your dick ain't got no brain.  How do you think with
your dick.'

   "Exactly my point," I said.  "I didn't think.  I got all fascinated by
our sex games last night and now we're kind of fucked."

   I looked around.  I took in the filthy house, the naked kids looking at
me expectantly and then at myself, just as naked as my charges.  I shrugged
my shoulders and said, "Well, fuck it.  We need to call your schools and
say you can't make it today, same for me at work.  Then I'll dry and iron
the clothes for tomorrow.

   I got my mobile phone and quizzed each kid to find out who to call. 
Most of the information came from Richard.  He was in middle school,
Melissa was still in grade school and Rachel went to day kindergarten. 
Everyone I called were curious about who I was.  I assured them Viola would
contact them later.  I then called work and said I had a family emergency
of sorts and needed to take the day to get it sorted out.

   That out of the way, I got the damp clothes I had left in the washer and
punched them into the dryer, turned it on and then forced the kids to join
me going through the nasty pile of garments nearest the washer until I had
a load put together we could use, then loaded the washer and started it.

   I then turned to the kitchen sink.  "Okay kids, next up is getting the
dishes cleaned."

   "Wait a minute!" interrupted Melissa, and walked around to my back,
spread my ass-cheeks and studied my butthole.  She said, "Just checking. 
Your asshole is still swelled up and sore."

   I said, "You think that's bad?  Bertha pounded my butt so hard it still
aches way up inside.  Its going to be quite a while before I'm ready for
another butt-fucking session like that."

   "You still going to fuck my butt though?" queried Melissa.

   "Yes I am, Melissa, but not now.  Now we need to clean this place up. 
Its not healthy to live in filth like this."

   "It'll just get dirty again," complained Richard.  "It always does."

   "Well always stops right now," I said.  "We will clean the place.  We
will all get daily chores to do and we will keep this place clean enough to
live in," I said.  I looked at the three kids.  "Got it?" I asked.

   "But what about Momma?  Is Momma gonna get chores too?" complained
Rachel.

   "Kids, the reason I am here is because your Momma needs support, and I
mean a lot of support.  I don't know exactly what we'll be asking her to
do, but I will do my best to make this as fair as I can."

   "Fair ain't fair if she don't have to do as much as us," Rachel
demanded, not willing to let the issue go.

   "You are right," I agreed, "but this is a major life lesson.  Life is
not fair, but that can't stop us from doing what we can, and doing what we
must.  Hell, kids, it's not fair that we're standing here naked, all of you
depending on a man who intends to fuck you little girls every chance he
gets." This made the girls giggle.  "And I'm also the man who suggested
Rich's own mother go fuck this young man so they could feel closer
together."

   Richard grinned, held his hands together as if in prayer and said,
"Thank you, Jules.  Thank you."

   I went on, "That's not fair, none of it, but it seems to be more
effective than any of the "normal" solutions that have been tried.  So, we
can either do this my way or I can get out of here and you can go back to
William Stanley and let him work his magic."

   "No!" demanded Melissa emphatically.  "You the man.  You don't go
nowhere."

   "Yeah," agreed Richard.

   "Me too," said Rachel in her disconnected way.

   "Good," I said.  "Then let us get to work," and I slapped both Rachel
and Melissa on their little bare asses, watching Rachel's butt wriggle like
a plate of jelly and feeling Melissa lean back for more.

   I said to the kids, "You go through the house and gather all the dishes
you can find.  I'll get started in here.  Also, do we have any garbage
bags?"

   The 'we' was not lost on the kids and they went to work.  Richard dug
and found the garbage bags, then joined his sisters in digging out dishes
though the house.  In no time at all there was a huge pile of filthy
crusted moldy dishes piled up on the kitchen table.  I took all the dishes
out of the kitchen sink and added them to the pile on the table, then I
opened a garbage back and began scraping of the collected moldy shit from
the dishes.  Once the kids had found most of the dishes, I set them to
scraping and I started washing the dish holder on the side of the sink so I
could place the clean dishes there.  Finally, I ran a sink full of hot
soapy water and placed the first load of dishes in it.

   "See," I said.  "We let the dishes soak a while since they're so dirty
and come back in about five minutes.  Meanwhile, lets take these garbage
bags through the house and fill them up with trash."

   The kids were determined now, they were working with a will.  We were
forming a coalition, if not a family.

   "While you kids do that, I'm gong to go through the house and see what
we can do to make this place as livable as we can in one day."

   In the living room I saw we needed a good sweeping and vacuuming. 
"Luckily, it seemed Viola had bought all the tools to clean.  There was
just no incentive to follow through.  Still with the energy of the kids in
my favor and my systematic methodology, we had the place looking fairly
decent before noon.  We also had clothes to wear, but nobody seemed
interested in putting them on.  By lunch time, everyone was tired and in
need of a bath, but we were feeling good about what we accomplished.  The
place was taking shape.  Clothes were being cleaned, folded and put away.
Clean dishes were being put in a clean cupboard.  Garbage bags were being
put in the back to await the Tuesday morning pick-up when they would be
placed at the curb.  I was happily surprised to find there was actually
some nice furniture under all the trash.  We'd swept and mopped the floor,
and vacuumed the furniture.  The sofa and lounge felt clean and comfortable
under our bare bottoms.

   We even snuck into Viola's and Richard's rooms to clean out the trash,
dirty clothes, soiled bedclothes, et cetera.  So when the ladies of the
house woke up, they would have much more pleasant surroundings.  It wasn't
perfect, but it was a good start and I figured that after a couple of weeks
or regular and systematic cleaning, we'd be able to figure out what needed
to be done to make the place secure, safe to live in and whatever we needed
for the external aesthetics.

   By 2 pm I was exhausted.  So were the kids.  I finally called a halt to
the proceedings and we fell into a collective heap on the sofa.  I looked
at the kids and congratulated them.  "Great job!" I said.  "You now have
clothes to wear, food to eat and clean sheets to sleep on."

   Then I just sat back and let my weariness take me over.  Melissa had
plopped down beside me and draped her naked leg over my bare thigh.  Rachel
got in between my bare legs and sat her fat little butt right on top of my
flaccid cock.  Richard sat down beside Melissa and immediately began
playing with himself.

   "Jesus, Dude," I groaned.  "Didn't your Momma drain all that shit out of
you last night."

   Richard grinned wide with some memory.  "Momma fucked me good!" he
proclaimed.  "Ain't nobody fucks better than my Momma."

   "How you know that," argued Melissa.  "You ain't never fucked nobody."

   "'Cept you," he said.  "And that wasn't no good."

   "That's cause you raped me, nasty boy." Melissa countered.  "Jules
fucked me and he says I fuck perfect."

   "It's true," I groaned.  "My little nymphet has the sweetest, tightest
sexiest pussy anywhere in the universe."

   Rachel bounced on my lap and said.  "His dick is getting hard talking
about it." Then she wriggled down to clasp my hardening cock between her
fat butt-cheeks.  "Its getting really long too."

   Richard was not to be distracted from his Oedipal imagery.  "Whatever,
Moms did every thing with me last night.  She sucked me, licked my asshole,
let me cum in her pussy, and even took me up inside her asshole.  Then,
when we was done and I needed to piss, she had me pee right in her fucking
mouth." He looked a me.  "Damn, Jules, you got my Momma even drinking up
all my piss."

   "Well," I considered, shifting the chubby five year old Rachel so that
my prick pressed in the crease of her ass crack and nudged at the tiny
aperture of her baby cunt, "Don't be surprised to get a similar visit from
Bertha soon.  She really wants to get some of your young man cock.  She's
the one whose got a thing for little boys."

   "I hope so," grunted Richard as his prick launched into full hardness.
"I'd love to fuck Auntie Bertha up her big black ass."

   "It's good," I acknowledged.  "Her asshole is pretty damn near heaven on
earth for a hard dick."

   Melissa slapped my thigh, "What about my butthole?" she complained. 
"You said you want to fuck my butthole too."

   "And I do," I said, reaching my arm around her and hugging her tight. 
"Notice I said near heaven.  You little cunt and asshole are heaven to me.
I'd live there if I could."

   "You'd live up Melissa's stinky butt?" laughed Rachel.  "That would be
nasty." I was proud of the little trouble maker.  She was able to put
everything into perspective.

   "And I love my nasty girls," I said, maneuvering the head of my cock up
and down the five year old's wet little pussy crease.

   "Fuck!" cried Richard.  "Ain't nobody gonna suck my dick while I cum?"

   Melissa started to lunge from the sofa but was interrupted by Bertha's
sudden burst out of Viola's bedroom.  "That would be me," she said and
quickly covered the ground to Richard.  She bent over and then curled
herself onto the floor beside him as she covered his cock with her mouth
and groaned as he began spurting out his cum."

   "Oh fuck," groaned Richard.  "Cumming.  So good.  So fucking good."

   Bertha moaned agreement as she used her powerful throat muscles to milk
the boy's cock.  I watched her as she entered a kind of little boy fucking
trance.  I was a little jealous of Richard right then.  To have a woman
love your cock that much would do wonders for his self esteem.  He might be
a fucked up incestuous motherfucker, but he had women who would make him
proud of his manhood.  I don't mean just his dick either.  It was more
about having that kind of attraction for a certain kind of woman.  A cock
worshiping diva like Bertha or a hedonistic slut like his mom, both so
beautiful, each in her own way.  I smiled as I watched and noticed that
Melissa was watching me.  Then she dragged my cock away from the loving
clasp of her little sisters ass cheeks and pussy mouth, lowered her own
sweet mouth on the head of my baby pussy flavored dick, moist from
Rebecca's sweet secretions, and began sucking hungrily for my seed."

   I placed a hand lightly on the back of her bobbing head and said simply,
"I love you." then squeezed Rachel to include her in the lovefest.

   Rachel was staring at Bertha and Richard.  "I like to suck dick too,"
she pouted.  "I eat cum too."

   "I kissed her on the top of her head and said, "And you are great at
it," I said.  "I saw.  I want to feel your mouth sucking out all my cum
sometime."

   "And you will," said the fat little girl, pushing her ass back against
my belly and stealing away Melissa's mouthful of cock.

   "I'm gonna suck out your cum and make you lick my pussy and butthole
too, just like you do Melissa."

   "I stroked her ample little body and reached down to fondle her baby
cunt.  "Is that okay with you, Melissa?  Can I suck Rachel's little pussy
and asshole too?"

   Melissa shoved Rachel completely off my lap and said, "It's okay, long
as she let's me have your dick when I get hungry for it.  Like now!" and
quickly reclaimed my cock with her slender hands and watering mouth.  Then
she quickly rose up and added.  "But only when I say so.  She can't get
more of your nut than me."

   "I just want a little," complained Rachel.  "You and Momma can get the
fucking part, I just want the drinking part, and only some of that."

   "You are a sick little baby bitch," said Bertha raising her head from a
now limp boy dick.

   "Says the bitch digesting an eleven year old boy's jism," I commented.
"Come on Bertha, out in the world you can be all conservative and
judgemental, but not here.  You wouldn't even be here in this house if you
were as clean and wholesome as you pretend.  And you wouldn't be selling
pussy either."

   Bertha looked me in the eye and said, "You still want to knock me up,
honky?"

   "I certainly do," I said.

   "But what about Momma?" worried Melissa.  "I know you already got her
pregnant."

   "I know," I said.  "But that doesn't mean I can't get Bertha all
entangled in this shit with us.  What better way to do that than to swell
up her belly with my baby too.  That would kind of tie her to me just like
your Momma."

   "And that's what you want?" asked Bertha.

   "I guess so," I said.  "I've been real careful not to father any babies
in my life till now, but for some reason I this seems the right time and
place, and with the right women."

   Bertha stood up and walked over to me, hovering over me like a judge in
court.

   "It's gonna cost you," she said.

   "Of course it it," I said.  "What do you have in mind."

   "From now on, you gonna be paying my bills and making sure my kids get
what they need.  All of them."

   "How many kids do you have?" I asked.  "I'm stable, but not really
wealthy."

   "Four," interjected Melissa.  "Jaleesa, Akira, Latrina and Shenice."
They all got different daddy's too.

   "Yeah, but they all fat, and really black on black, just like Bertha,"
chided Richard.

   "Boy, you better not talk bad about my girls you want any more dick
sucking from this fat black streetwalker."

   This gave me an idea.  "Bertha, If I did what you say, make sure you and
your girls have what you need, would you consider getting off the street
and taking up housekeeping."

   Bertha went speechless and stared at me.  Finally she said, "You mean
that?"

   "Absolutely," I said.  "I would expect you to take care of these kids
too, but I would be more than happy to help you get your shit together."

   "My shit is already together, motherfucker," Bertha countered.  "Just
cause I'm a whore don't mean I'm unstable."

   "Right," I said.  "My bad, but I was thinking of the kids.  You could be
a positive influence on them all if you wanted to."

   Bertha stared at me, "I'll think about it," she said.  "I've been
peddling my ass since I was fourteen.  I'm twenty nine now.  That's been a
good fifteen years.  I don't know if I could change up just like that."

   "Understood," I said.  "It was just an idea."

   "What about Viola," added Bertha.  "I don't want my little sister out on
the corner by herself.  She's already fucked up.  That could kill her."

   "I've been thinking about that too," I said.  "I would like to get Viola
into a vocational school or program where she could be productive and make
some money, but where her welfare could be looked after.  I really don't
expect she could ever handle managing a household, but it would be good if
she could do something besides whore for a living."

   "Amen to that," agreed Bertha.  "She's still a pretty white girl, but
that won't last much longer with her present lifestyle.  You know shes only
22, been fucking since she was eight, whoring since she was thirteen.  I
love my girl and would love to see her get something besides thick black
dicks for a living." I saw Bertha's opinion of me changed for good then.  I
could see it in her eyes.  "You are still a nasty motherfucker, Jules.  A
pervert and a ass slut, but I'm beginning to think there's some good in you
too."

   "That's what I been trying to say," jumped in Melissa, raising up with a
slurping liquid sound from my cock.  "And you done made his dick go all
soft.  I can't get no juice from him you gonna keep talking about dollars
and jobs and making plans and shit."

   "Yeah, baby girl, but plans got to be made if we are going to get you
the education you need for this world." responded Bertha.  Then she shook
her head is disbelief.  "Here I am, right after sucking off a little boy,
talking about making life right for me and my children with a pedophile
shit eater."

   I wrinkled my forehead and nodded in acknowledgement.  "You're right," I
said.  "Maybe it's all bullshit.  I hope not, but it cold be."

   Bertha balked a bit, crossed her arms and cradled her massive mammaries
with them.  "You sure you not just trying to get close to my little girls
so you can turn them out like you done with Melissa and Rachel."

   "I don't think so," I said.  "Hell, I never even have to meet them if
you don't want.  I'm just thinking, trying to fit me into God's plan, even
it I'm still fucking around while I do it."

   Bertha frowned, "And how could I keep my girls from you if I'm going to
take care of Vi's kids too."

   "Why you want to keep them from Jules?" asked Rachel.  "Jules is good."

   "Jules is a goddamned pedophile, child.  He's got your sister sucking
his motherfucking dick while you're trying to convince me he's safe to be
with my babies.."

   "But Melissa likes sucking his dick," said Rachel.

   Bertha stared wordlessly, caught up in a world she was wanted and even
needed, but that she didn't understand.  Then she stepped to the sofa and
said, "Move over," to Melissa.  She sat down heavily, and turned to me,
stroking Melissa's long hair as she kept bobbing up and down on my cock,
and continued to try to reason things out.  "I don't know what to think,"
she said.  "You are either the best con man I've ever met or the weirdest
motherfucking do-gooder in the world." Then to re-affirm my commitment. 
"You really mean this shit about taking care of me and my kids."

   "I do." I said, using Melissa's mouth as a fuck toy now, humping up into
her consenting mouth, somehow both enjoying the delightful sensations of
her enthusiastic blowjob and still following my conversation with Bertha at
the same time.  "You are tightly connected to Vi and her kids, and to me
now if you want.  You can determine how close we can be, with or without
that spark that started it,"

   "The spark?" she wondered.

   "Letting me knock you up," I explained.

   She laughed.  "I almost forgot about that." Then a turn of mind came
over her and she leaned over and began pumping my cock into Melissa's face.
"Fuck your little girl's face, Jules.  Cum in the little cunt's sucking
mouth.  If you're going to father my baby AND take care of me and my kids,
we might as well all be one big happy family.  Melissa wants to eat your
nut, then motherfucking nut in her cock sucking little mouth!"

   That did it.  Bertha's consent, coupled with Melissa's intent desire and
the wonderful sensations my personal little love slut was providing me
tipped me over the edge and set me to pulsing thick spurts of sperm into
Melissa's throat.  She gobbled it greedily and growled her demand for more
and more of my pedophilic seed.  I felt my asshole tighten as I propelled
all I had into her into her quivering tummy.  I groaned as if in a death
throe and fell onto Bertha's big titties, sucking it deep into my mouth as
I came.  Bertha was now joined to our sexual convergence.  It seemed almost
against her will, but perfectly in line with her sexual desires.  She was
confessing her innermost self as she held me tight to her breast and fed me
her dark brown teat.  When I finished my orgasm and sat up, with gratitude
and tenderness for her as well as Melissa, she was looking at me steadily.

   "I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but if you want to do this; be
my kids daddy and be my man, I'll fucking share you with Viola and these
two little bitches."

   "And suck my dick every day!" added Richard.

   "And suck your motherfucking dick every single goddamned day," agreed
Bertha, grinning.  Then she stared at me hard.  "But I don't trust you,
Jules.  Not with my little girls."

   I looked at her, and did a quick self assessment, "And you probably
shouldn't," I agreed.  "We all live in a kind of dimensional time warp
here, wherever here happens to be with this family.  Inside we get totally
perverse." Then I looked at all the kids, "But outside, in the normal
regular world, we need to be normal and regular too," I said.  "We don't
suck dicks, eat pussy or let anybody shit on us.  Got that, kids?"

   "Got it," prompted Richard.

   "Of course," added Melissa.  "We keep the fucking at home, Just like we
keep Momma's talking to people who ain't here at home."

   "Got it," agreed Rachel and said to me.  "And that means you don't fuck
nobody outside our house either," she demanded.

   "Got it," I shot back, then turned to Bertha.  "Think your kids could
handle that?"

   "I don't know," said Bertha, "And right now I don't really care.  If I
can get them into good schools and decent clothes, off the streets and in
polite society, I might be able to see them suck your dick and shit in your
filthy mouth." She bit her lower lip as soon as she said that, not even
believing it was her own voice saying it..

   I was surprised but happy, "There's lots of stuff to figure out if we do
this," I said.  "Where do we live?  Do we all move in together or keep it
like we are now?  Do I still keep my place uptown."

   "No!" exclaimed Melissa.  "You got to live with us from now on. 
Wherever it is."

   "Well, for right now, I'd like us to all move in here, said Bertha. 
They just turned off my lights and I ain't had no phone in two months.  I
can't even cook a meal for my little bitches right now."

   And this is stability, I thought, but kept my own counsel.  Instead I
said, "Sure, the refrigerator is full and the house is almost cleaned up, I
said.  "I don't know where everyone will sleep, but we can make room."

   Bertha brightened with a light of hope I could not have imagined a
minute before.  "Then fuck yes," she said.  She looked at me and the kids
with a glow I could almost see.  "Starting right here, right now, I'm the
motherfucking housewife in this house." She she leaned over, crushing
Melissa between us, but Melissa didn't seem to mind as Bertha's big titties
mashed against both her and me.

   "And you the motherfucking breadwinner, you sonofabitch," she said to
me, kissing me fully and deeply for the very first time, filling my mouth
and throat with her meaty tongue.  I reached for her and held her tight as
I kissed her back.  This was the moment I truly connected with her, even
more than when I had fucked her or she had wrecked my asshole with her
strap-on double dildo.  But the toughened gangster edge of Bertha quickly
asserted itself.

   "And don't you double-cross me, Jules.  Don't even thing about it.  You
do and I will shoot you dead.  I promise."

   A thrill of fear ran up my spinal column.  She was not making an idle
threat and I knew it.

   "No threat needed, Bertha," I assured her.  "I'm in this for the long
run now.  If you can deal with it, I sure as hell can." But then a thought
come to me.  "One thing," I said.  "No drugs, not around the kids, And not
in our home."

   "I ain't Vi," said Bertha "I don't expose my children to that shit. 
Ain't going to none in this house either if I'm the house mother."

   "Great," I grinned, now suddenly hopeful.  "Then we're all go on my
end."

   Bertha kissed Melissa on the forehead and said sweetly, "You are one
nasty little cocksucker," then kissed her again.  Richard was now happily
getting his cock suckled by his five year old sister and they both seemed
very content to continue this way.  Melissa was smiling happily as if this
was the plan all along.  Fuck, it could have been and I never knew, but it
seemed much too spontaneous for that.  I think what was really happening
was a contagion of hope.

   Suddenly, Bertha stood up, grabbed Richard by the hand and disengaged
him from his baby sister's mouth.  She said, "Come with me boy, We're going
to take a shower together, and I'm gonna see if I can squeeze another nut
out of that beautiful hairless cock of yours while we're at it."

   Once they had disappeared into the bathroom, I said to Melissa, "Give me
that sweet cunt."
08: Coming to Terms
Melissa clambered onto my lap, grabbed my rock hard cock and maneuvered

it to the little cunt mouth I loved.

   "You want to fuck me?" she said softly.

   "Sweetheart, I want to fill you cute little pussy with my dick and my
cum."

   "Okay!" she grinned, "But right now I need you to hep me pee."

   "Why you need Jules to pee," complained Rachel.  "He gonna wipe your pee
pee."

   "No," said Melissas, eyeing me with intent.  "He's going to drink it."

   "Eww," said Rachel, but quickly added, "I want to pee in his mouth too."
she said.  "I want him to drink my pee pee."

   "Now that is an offer I could never refuse," I said, feeling my ardor
and my dick start to grow once again.  "Can you two wait for the toilet to
be free, or do you need to pee right now."

   "Now!" exclaimed Rachel.

   "That's good for me," I said.  "But I can't promise to limit myself to
pee drinking, I might do some little girl pussy licking too."

   "Yipee," squealed Rachel.

   "And asshole sucking," I added.

   Both girls giggled, "And dookie eating," added Melissa knowingly.

   "Oh fuck yes," I agreed.  "You little sluts know exactly how to make a
pedo motherfucker happy."

   "Lay down on the sofa," ordered Melissa.

   Rachel moved out of the way for me to move and piped "Me first!"

   Melissa smiled and said, "That's okay.  'Cause I'm going to fuck him
while you pee in his mouth."

   My dick jerked at this idea, "An' I'm gonna go dookie in his mouth too
while you fuck his dick," said Rachel, adding to the preteen diviant
scenario.

   Now, in later years the two girls would claim that this was when I
ruined them for any normal sexual relationship.  They would often seduce a
man together, then tie him up, suck him off and force feed him urine and
feces directly from their delectable orifices till he vomited it all back
up.  Then they would ride him in tandem without surcease until they were
left limp, frothy, soiled and totally satiated.  Of course, even then they
would return home to me with both the story and their unwiped pussies and
assholes to be gleaned, cleaned and serviced most lovingly while they
pronounced their neverending love and affection for their old reprobate of
a father figure.

   I had no idea of such a future, but I did know I was blessed when Rachel
sat her full weight down on my face and I felt Melissas's slick tight pussy
clamp down on my cock.  Even more so when my mouth was flooded by Rachel's
sweet piss and Melissa started riding my cock with knowing, if unpracticed,
enthusiasm, This was the first time I had actually had the opportunity to
molest Rachel's hot little hole, and it was easily worth the wait.  Her pee
was delicious and her fat little cunt was a warm syrupy delight.  I suckled
at her urethra and drank the full measure of her piss, not wasting a drop
as I gurgled down the copious yellow steam.  The taste of her pee was
actually sweet since it never got a chance to be exposed to air between her
cunt and my mouth, it was a hot martini of her bodily waste and I loved
every drop.  I treasured it even more as I felt more and more of my cock
encased in the loving velvet tube of Melissa's little fuck tunnel.  I
groaned, I moaned and I hoped it would never end.  This gift of love these
children were freely expressing in the most perverse fashion made my heart
swell with joy.  But then I suddenly felt my cock exposed to the open air.
I was fearful Melissa had decided to abandon my needy member, now covered
and slickened by the sweet juices of her precious cunt, but in the next
minute, I discovered her true intent.  My little love slut switched holes.
She wanted an ass-fucking, the thing she truely enjoyed.  A probing living
fleshy pole to stir her shit cauldren and stimulate her vital anal nerve
endings, to fill her and gouge into her vacuous guts, to grind her into an
orgasm unlike any vaginial intercourse could produce for her.  It was
special to her and precious.  It was the thing she needed for complete
fulfilment.  And I was the lucky sunofabiitch she had designated as her
buggerer of choice.

   Melissa communicated all this by the way she wedged the head of my cock
up into her clutching anal opening, then again as she bore down and
absorbed the length of my aching cock into the deep recesses of her shitty
essence.  I felt the sticky meshing of feces form around my cock as she
rode it deep and full into her beautiful behind.  I felt her snug ass
cheeks settle on my groin and I practically passed out when she slowly and
tortuously rose up, then down and then up and down again on my shit hungry
cock.  She gave a series of anal grunts, as if she were taking a shit, but
kept increasing the tempo of my dick sliding in and out of her self
propelled assfuck until she was bouncing up and down with a vengence
usually reserved for rapists and head on collisions.

   Through it all, I continued to rape little Rachel's pudgy baby pussy
with my mouth.  Rachel squealed and pummelled my face with her tumescent
pussy flesh, feeding me her sweet preteen pussy juices as homage to my
loving attention.  "Fucking!  Fucking!  Fucking!" cried the pudgy little
sex fiend.  "I'm fucking your fucking fucking fucking mouth!"

   When she climaxed little Rachel came like a full grown slut, but
drenching my mouth with baby sweet pussy juice.  I hoped to soothe her
sensitive pussy flesh with continued gentle laving with my tongue, but she
lifted up from me instead and turned around, now offering me her plump
little rump and the precious little shit ring it hid.  I raised my head to
get my greedy mouth on that tiny aperture.  I was so happy to find my
little porky lover's asshole tasted of both fresh and dried excrement.  The
shit she had not cleaned off and the fresh load she had waiting for me.  My
groin lurched up into Melissa's constricted bowels and I began laving,
sucking and probing at Rachel's tightly clasped anus, her chubby ass now
hovering over my face.

   I got the message instantly as her nether eye opened to me and I pulled
the chunky cheeks of the nasty little girl down to my face, practically
smothering myself in the process as I began probing into her anal interior,
enjoying the earthy, bitter yet erotically charged taste of her little girl
shit.  She purred at the stimulation born from my ass worship.

   "Oh," I heard both girls croon harmoniously as my respective probings
gained its desired results.  I got a mouthful of little girl shit on one
end and an anal ripple stirred by an anal orgasm on the other.

   "I"m shitting!" cried Rachel.  "I'm shitting right in Jules's mouth. 
Oh! If feels so good."

   "Yes," keened Melissa.  "Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  I'm cumming with my
shit hole." and ground hard and wriggled about on my probing staff.  Oh, I
can see you eating Rachel's messy shit, Jules.  I see it.  Fucking eat it
all!" which seemed to make her cum even harder.

   For my part, I needed little encourgaement.  I was in little girl raping
heaven, If being used as a sex toy could still be considered rape on some
level.  My joy was only surpassed when I felt my cum start boiling up from
my balls.

   I tried to cry out my orgasm in that instant before I began to ejaculate
into Melissa's hungry little girl bowels, but felt my joy suddenly
interrupted by having that hot little asshole jerked uncermoniously off my
cock and immediately replaced by a sopping wet full sized cunt.  I couldn't
see who it was but knew from the very feel of the snug, but adult
proportion of the snatch tole me it was Viola usurping Melissa's place. 
then I heard Melissa's whine and Rachel gasp, "Momma's fucking Jules shitty
dick.  She taking his shitty cumming dick right up her pussy."

   I couldn't help but jerk and moan my orgasm into full fruition with that
realization.  I felt Viola drive me fully up to her womb while she boasted
in the fury of her own monumental orgasm, "Goddamn right I am!  I'm fucking
that shitty cock right up my cumming cunt.  Cumming right on your shitty
cock, Jules.  Mellissa's shit is up in my cunt while my pussy creams all
over it and sucks out all your sperm into my cumming pussy."

   "Momma!" whined Melissa.  "That was mine."

   "Mine now, you little shit whore." answered her mother.

   "You a shit whore too, Momma," complained Rachel, still rubbing the
evacuated feces all over my face with her gyrating ass while she said it.
"You eat your own shit and now you're taking 'Lissa's shit on Jules dick up
in your pussy."

   "Why don't you shut up and finish shitting in Jules'e mouth," Rache,
said Viola.  "He's your shit whore now."

   It was like having three little girls fighting over my cum.  But I
wasn't about to complain.  I was emmeshed in orgasmic pleasure and eating
my way through little Rachel's shitty gift to get to her cute little
asshole.  As soon as I got there I probed my tongue deep into her baby
bowels.  Her anus, still lax from her own bowel movement.  She sat straight
up when she felt my tongue delving so far up into her asshole and squealed,
"Poop!  Jules is fucking my butthole with his tongue.  Oh, Momma.  It feels
so good.  Make him not stop.  Make him never stop!"

   She smeared her baby shit over my face as I ate out her asshole.  Then,
without notice, she suddenly squealed once more to position her tiny cunt
over my face and dropped her weight down on my face once again.  "Please,
lick my pussy," she begged and started facefucking me as I fluttered my
tongue over her tiny clitoris.  Within a minute, she shuddered violently,
and rolled off my face without futher ceremony.

   At the same time, as my cum drained its last squalid squirts into
Viola's cunt, she rose up and abandoned my shit stained pussy juice covered
and wilted cock.  "There 'Lissa, you can have it back," she announced, and
flopped down spread legged on the sofa, my seed dripping out her her wide
open cunt."

   Melissa saw my poor shrivelled cock lying lax again on my thigh and
snarled, "I said mine!" and an amimalistic mask suddenly distorted her
normally beautiful features.  She lunged onto her mothers flowing cunt. 
She began burrowing her face into Viola's gaping cunt with her whole face.
I heard her noisily slurping and sucking at her mother's wide open gaping
vagina with something approaching viciousness.  She was attacking the same
womb that had borne her, the same life giving portal she had once
inhabited. And she didn't fucking care.

   "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Viola.  "Girl, your'se sucking the shit out of my
cunt.  You eating Jules cum right out my pussy."

   Melissa's only response was an enraged groan as she continued her
reclamation of my bodily fluids.  As I watched I saw that Melissa had the
same sort of emotional, hormonal or chemical imbalance her mother
possessed, but in Melissa it came out in sudden unanticipated explosions of
rage.  My seed was hers, hers to share or hers to consume with any oriface
she chose.  Even her mother had to acknowledge that, one way or another. 
Once again, this child of seven had managed to terrify and facinate me at
the same time.  I loved her so deeply I couldn't express it in words or
action.  At the same time I saw that she was a human monster when aroused
and had to be either mollified or contained.  In this instance, I was
hoping a bellyful of my cum, forcefully extruded from her own mother's
pussy, would suffice.

   Viola did not seem to grasp the intensity of Melissa's desire and need.
She grabbed her little girl by the back of the head and urged her on. 
"Suck it, bitch.  Eat out my cunt and suck out all Jules's shitty cum," she
moaned.  She began hunching into Melissas mouth and Melissa received this
abuse with enthusiastic reciprocation, growling and gnawing at her mother's
quim.  I watched in facination, horror, awe and admiration as Melissa
sucked out her mother's cunt.  Eating a flood of cunt juice to get to my
sperm.  When Viola collapsed back onto the sofa with a glazed look of
vaccuous satisfaction on her face, Melissa remained unrelenting.  It was
only after she had gained her own measure of vengeful satisfaction that she
pulled her glistening face from her mother's cunt.  Then Melissa turned to
me.  Her expression was still wild in her rabid demand to claim her hard
won spermy prize.  She saw my wilted cock and reasserted, "That's mine!"
and descended on my cock like a bird of prey.  She slurped the syrupy
mixture of her mother's pussy juice, her own shit and my sperm till my
manhood was a squeakly clean testament to the power of little girl saliva.

   I could only groan in approval and gratitude.

   "You are right, Melissa.  Its all ours.  I'm all yours." I said.

   Not to be abated, Melissa turned back to her mother.  "Why did you do
that.  I told you he had already made a baby in you.  Why you take my cum?"

   "Oh baby, it wasn't nothing.  I was just watching you and 'Chelle get
all nasty with Jules and I started finger fucking myself as I watched. 
When I saw him start to cum, I just had to get it.  It all worked out
though.  You got his cum back, and his dick.  You learned to eat pussy and
I got another beautiful cum from it."

   "It is too something," Melissa yelled, than paused, and I would guess
what was for her first time in her life, Melissa said, "You bitch, Momma!
Jules is mine.  I'll share his dick and cum and shit with you, but I'm the
one who found him.  I'm the one who got him.  I'm the one who fell in love
with him.  I know what he needs and I'll make sure he gets it, but don't go
stealing away my cum like that.  Don't do that no more.  Ask.  I ain't
jealous.  I won't stop you, but you ask from now on." Then the litle girl
started to cry and threw hereself into her mother's arms.  Viola looked at
her, not knowing what to do.  I struggled to stand up, took Rachel by the
hand and approached the mother and daughter.  I paused for a second of
short lived self adulation, two females fighting over my sperm, I thought.
I quickly tossed it aside with the realization that this probably wasn't
really about me at all.  My guess was that I was the first "thing" Melissa
had ever claimed as her own, and she was willing to fight for it.  Rachel
joined Melissa in hugging their mother.  They all kissed each other
chastely as mother and daughter.  I leaned in and said as humbly as I could
muster, "If you don't mind the taste of some Rachel shit, I'd like to kiss
you too."

   Viola laughed and said "Why the fuck not," and kissed me deeply, getting
a full mouthful of her little girl's feces in the process.

   Either out of pure love or just not to be outdone, Melissa said, "Why
the fuck not too," and gave me a full kiss as well, but licking at the
shitty leavings on my face to show she was still my little shit whore.  I
thought is was funny that once she tasted Rachel's shit, her angelic
personage reappeared and one would never guess that a crazed possessive
demon lived beneath that vision of innocence and beauty.

   Finally, and to my utter surprise, Rachel chimed "Why the fuck not
three," in her odd pengent for playing with words, and kissed me on the
lips for the first itme.  Opening her mouth and sharing the taste of her
own shit with me.

   Just then, Bertha and Richard stepped out of the bathroom, both naked,
but both buffed, shined and sexually content.  "Next up!" announced Bertha
but then stopped short.  "You nasty motherfuckers," she said.  "You all
really need a bath now.  Thank God Rich and I are happy with some good
old-fashioned pre-teen boy/full grown woman fucking."

   I said.  "You're right.  Your full sized cunt has probably saved Richard
form a mis-spent youth."

   "Yeah," agreed Richard.  "the guys at school are always lying about how
they got some pussy or seen a titty.  I bet I had more real sex in this
past 24 hours than all of them had all their lives."

   "I bet you're right," I said, as seriously as a guy with a shit smeared
face can be.  "But you got to keep your adventures to yourself."

   "'Course I will," said Richard.  "Think I'm stupid?  This shit could get
us all shipped out to foster homes and Moms and you sent to prison."

   "Exactly," I agreed.

   Rachael said, "Really?"

   "Really," answered Melissa.  "So, if you want to keep playing sex stuff,
you don't tell nobody about what we been doing."

   "Another good reason for giving the kids a healthy environment," I said.

   Bertha chided, "You mean except for the sexual perversion and all."

   "Except for that, yeah," I concurred.  "Speaking of which, I believe we
need to proceed with the baths."

   Bertha brightened even more, "I think I'm going to go get my little
batch of bitches while you clean off," said Bertha.  "They haven't had a
decent meal in a week."

   "Who's looking after them?" I asked.

   "My eldest, Jaleesa."

   "How old is she,"

   "Nine," answered Bertha, quickly tiring of this game of Q&A.

   I was hesitant to say what I felt I needed to say next, "I know it's not
my place to say this, but..."

   "It's your place now," Acceded Bertha.  "If your going to be my man, its
your place."

   "Your man?" asked Viola.  "I thought--"

   "I just want my share," Bertha said to Viola.  "We used to sharing
niggers anyway, at least this way we get to share one who cares about our
kids."

   Viola just nodded and waited for me to go on.

   "I don't like leaving the kids alone like that, without any adult
supervision.  That's part of why I like this idea of you moving in."

   "What?" again interjected Viola, Her mouth had a smudge of shit on the
corner and Melissa leaned over and licked it off as if this was the thing a
daughter should do.  "You're moving in?"

   "We had us some discussion while you were sleeping," said Bertha.  "Our
lives ain't all about sucking and fucking."

   "Or eating my poop," quipped little Rachel.

   "Whatever," said Bertha rolling her eyes.  "We dicided you and me need
to get our asses off the street and I want to try being a real house wife
for a change.  I take care of the house and kids.  You get some proper
schooling, the kids get some structure, and Jules here gets more pussy than
he knows what to do with."

   Viola gave us all a quick once over and said, "Whatever, sounds good to
me, but I don't know if I can give up the streets."

   "Shit, Vi.  You can get all the black dick you want in vocational
school. I promise," Bertha volunteered.

   Viola cocked her head to the side at that thought, then said,.  "Then
count me in.  Besides, I like the idea of us living together.  Someone to -
you know - look after my crazy ass."

   Bertha gave Viola a careful hug to avoid any unseemly shit marks, "Don't
you worry about it, baby.  We family now.  It's all gonna be good from now
on.  I can feel it." Bertha then grabbed Rich by the cock and said, "Come
on, Baby, Get dressed.  You gonna ride with me.  Okay?"

   Richard smiled and said, "Any thing you say, Bertha."

   Bertha grinned at me.  "See what happens when you give a young boy some
pussy.  He'll do whatever you ask."

   I grinned and watched Bertha wobble her big butt back to Richard's room
to get dressed.  I sighed.  For some reason, I really wanted some more of
that big ass and wide open cunt.  There was just something about her that
stirred me deep and strong.  No matter that she liked young cock.  I just
hoped there was room in that fine wide womb for a good strong dollop of my
semen to bring forth a new generation.  If it was a boy I'd be happy to let
his first conscious memory be his mother soothing him with a baby blow job.
If it was a girl, well, we'd see.

   Waving away these wistful thoughts, I said to my seven year old shit
whore and my five year old shit mistress, "Come on, Time for a shower."

   Melissa's hopped up and grabbed my hand.  "Just you and me," she said.
"Momma can wash Rachel."

   Rachel whined, "But I want to go too."

   "We can all go together," said Viola.  "Save water that way."

   "No!" demanded Melissa.  "We can do that next time.  I want Jules just
with me this time."

   "Then hurry your asses up," complained Viola.  "I don't want this nasty
shit crusting up on Rachel's butt cheeks before we get inside."

   "Will do," I said and grabbed Melissa around the waist, hoisted her up
in my arms, kissed her shitty mouth and darted for the toilet.  Once inside
I put her down and raised the toilet lid.  "I got to piss now," I
explained.

   "You supposed to piss on me from now on," said Melissa, all spoiled
little girl now and she grabbed my dick, dropped to her knees and said. 
"From now on, I'm your toilet and you're mine."

   I looked lovingly into the little girl's eyes and simply said,
"Perfect," and began pissing down my seven year old lover's throat.

   "Oh shit, that feels good," I sighed as I felt the child suck at my
spurting cock.  And as my flow strenghtened and we looked into each other's
eyes.  I said, "I can't believe you.  Only seven years old and you can take
my cock all the way up your ass, fuck me with your pussy and mouth, then
make me feel like a king by sucking down my piss like this."

   Melissa murmurred sweetly and kept on sucking and swallowing.  The
stream of urine seemed endless and I watched Melissa take it all.  Then,
when I was finally done, a shiver ran through me.  "Oh Jesus, Melissa, I
love you so fucking much." I sighed.

   Finally she pulled off my cock, still kneeling before me and said. 
"More than anybody?"

   "More than anybody ever," I admitted.  "Don't tell Rachel or Richard
that.  And I think your Momma and Bertha already know, but still don't tell
them.  Between us though, I admit it.  I always belong to you sweet girl."

   "Call me your toilet," Melissa's said.

   "My beautiful sweet sexy crazy toilet girl," I said.

   Melissa giggled, she then rose up and hugged me tight around the hips.
"Turn around," she ordered.

   I did as I was told.

   "Bend over," She said.

   Again, I obeyed.  Then she spread the cheeks of my ass aprat tand kissed
my aashole, forcing her tongue up inside, probing and exploring my stinky
asshole.

   "You still sore?" she asked,

   "I'm afraid so baby," I answered.  "Bertha really tore me up.  It still
aches up inside.  She fucks hard, don't she."

   "Melissa giggled.  "Yeah.  I want to fuck you like that too.  Can I get
a strap-on penis too, and then I'll fuck the shit out of you, just like she
did."

   I looked back at her over my shoulder and said, "For you, anything, even
if you split my ass in two."

   Melissa smiled than spread my ass cheeks again and studied my asshole.

   "Shit for me," she said simply.

   Still looking at her, I said, "You sure that's what you want, baby."

   "I want," she said, then added.  "Shit in my mouth, like Rachel did
you." Then she buried her face between my butt cheeks and began sucking at
my asshole.

   "Oh fuck you, my beautiful little girl," I groaned, turned my head
facing forward, lowered it, closed my eyes in relaxed concentraion,
realizing just what I was being asked to do, to shit into the hungry mouth
of a seven year old black girl, my very own willing shit toy.  I groaned in
deep satisfaction and then willed my bowels to open up and pour out my
filthy shit into this beautiful little girl's waiting mouth."

   I felt my bowels move, my shit descended, down the length of my shit
tube and opened my asshole up wide.  I could tell it was a solid shit. 
Earthy turds of shit, not like the rolling semi-liquid shit Rachel had
filled me with.  I was giving my little shit slut thick full logs of shit
for both her and my pleasure.

   I heard her moan softly as the first heavy turd exited my ass and filled
her mouth.  I heard the smack of her lips and I even heard her swallow the
great load of guana I was evacuating.

   "I love to shit in your sweet mouth, sweetheart," I said.  "I'm shitting
all my poop into your face.  You are my special beautiful sexy toilet
girl."

   Melissa groaned and I felt her shudder.  The little bitch was cumming.
She must have been diddling herself while she sucked my ass.

   "Are our rubbing your pussy while you suck out my shit, Melissa?" I
asked.

   I heard her gurgle a yes and keep going.

   "Oh fuck.  My girl.  My special girl," I crooned as I expelled my ass
fruit into her shit lusting mouth.  I felt the shit mash into her face and
cake my ass, but she kept her mouth glued to me, eating my filth, sucking
down my shit as if it were her favorite candy.  I was amazed that my cock
was hardening with each of her slurps and gurgles.  When my bowels were
finally depleted.  I said, "Oh baby girl.  That felt so good.  I fucking
love you."

   I turned around.  My little love's face was covered with greasy stinking
refuse but she was still feasting on it.

   I was both aghast and amazed.  My dick jerked.  "Do you really like it,"
I asked.

   "Mmm, yes," she said.  "It makes my mouth water and my pussy wet," she
groaned.

   "Let me see about that," I sad," And I picked her up and kissed her. 
Yes I kissed her.  She was my darling and if she was willing to eat my
dirty body leavings, I was going to kiss her deep and hungrily in gratitute
for that.  "I love you," I said again.  "I'll never get enough of you
filthy little girl."

   As I said this I lowered her uncermoniously onto my erect cock, she
reached down and aimed my spear of flesh into the weeping receptacle of her
own little girl cock vessel.  I found myself knotched in her tight little
cunt.

   "Fuck me, Jules," she ordered.  "Fuck my pussy with your dick."

   It's hard to refuse an order when you're already well on your way to
following it.  I began fucking my little shit darling with shallow, yet
quickening fuck strokes.

   She squealed in response and yelped, "Yes!" then she smiled in knowing
satisfaction.  "I'm your shit slut," she said as if it were the most
romatic phrase in the world, and for both of us, it was.  I wanted to spear
my cock all the way up that tight little cunt, but restrained myself out of
love and tenderness.

   "Yes," I acknowledged.  "You are my shit slut."

   "Always and forever?" she asked as she clung to me tight, with her legs
around my hips, her arms around my neck and her moist little cunt tube
encasing my dick.

   "Always and forever," I agreed.

   "Good" she said with finality.  "Now cum in my pussy!" she commanded.

   Ah, I thought.  That was it.  She was still trying to reclaim her
ownership of me.  I wasn't about to disagree.  I loved the tight
constriction of her little cunt.  Just as she was demanding my cum with her
words, so did her baby cunt as it washed my cock with her juices and took
more and more of me into her little slender body with each stroke.  I was
more than halfway embedded in her when my cum splashed up into her preteen
pussy.  Suddenly realizing what was needed to match my orgasm, I fumbled
with her perfect little ass till I found her sweat slickened asshole and
easily delved the full length of my middle dinger up into her dark depths.

   "Oh!" She exclaimed.  "Yes!  Jules!  Yes.  Cum in me now.  Cum with me."

   I felt the all too familiar surge of pleasure and baby making fluid
inundate Melissa's childish pussy.  She squealed again and began thrashing
against me, trying to force both my finger and my prick deeper into her
body.  My finger was already embedded fully in the roiling squirming
interior of the child's shitter, but there was still room for more prick up
her cunt and she managed another full inch, spearing her little womb on my
dick.  I felt the head of my dick kiss her cervis, then pop inside. 
Melissa's stiffened at the sendation then gasped and panted as she
successfully impaled her sweet cunt on my cock.

   "I'm cumming in your womb," I told her.  "I'm womb fucking you."

   "Always!" she exclaimed.  "Fuck me like this always, Make it hurt and
feel good just like this.  In my butt.  In my pussy.  Up my womb.  All the
way to my heart," she panted, squeezing every iota of illicit pleasure from
our orgasm.  Then she said, "Now wash off my shitty face."

   I kissed her again and carried her into the shower with me.

   Ten minutes later we wre clean, devoid of any surface shit.  I grabbed a
fresh towel and dried off my sweet little shit lover.  Then dried myself
off too.  As I did the little vixen toyed with my cock.  She even sucked on
it briefly.  Finally she said, "You gonna get hard again?"

   "Not for quite a while," I said.  "If your mouth couldn't get me up,
nothing can."

   I then handed her a toothbrush and ordered her, "Brush your teeth.  Shit
eaters like us have to make sure we keep our teeth clean and our breathe
frash."

   She giggled at the thought and and proceeded to brush her teeth.  I
stood beside her brushing mine at the same time.

   "Since your dick won't get hard, can I suck Richard's dick?" she asked
as I washed out my mouth with water.

   I stopped.  "You can, if he's got any sperm left for the day," I
answered.  "That boy's gone from couldn't get a girl to having his balls
drained repeatedly in a very short time."

   "I like sucking him, not fucking him," she said.  "I only want to fuck
your dick.  You know what I need.  Way deep up inside my butthole, not just
my pussy."

   I kissed her, but felt nagged by a bit of concern.  This was another
perversion we may have to learn to live with.  My little baby asslut may
have already fallen into the fringes of freaks and weirdos of the sexual
galaxy.  But if she had, and as long as I lived, she would have me to
satiate her, accept her as she was and love her.  I gave an unspoken
promise to both her and myself.

   When we stpped out of the toilet Viola commented, "About damned time."
and rushed in with Rachel in her wake.  Rachel gave Melissa a hard glare as
they passed.

   "My butt is all itchy," she complained.

   "Next time you can go with us," said Melissa.  "I just needed some
special time with Jules.  We all cool now."

   "Harmph," said Rachel.  "You better," she added in her special out of
sequence language which probably meant that she'd better be included in our
next shower sharing adventere.

   Viola called through the bathroom door.  "Bertha and Richard already
left.  They took your car."

   I stopped short, but then shrugged and went on.  What should I expect. I
was surprised that Bertha, of all pepole, could adjust to our new situation
so quickly.  I just hoped her kids could follow suit.  I then scooped up
Melissa again and, kissed her smiling lips and said, "We'd better get
dressed.  We don't want Behrta's kids to fall over from shock at seeing us
walking around naked, sucking dicks and licking pussys when they get here."

   I was ready to drop Melissa off to her room, but she insisted I join her
while she dressed.  She seemed overjoyed to have clean clothes to change
into.  As she pulled her cotton panites up to cover her precous little slit
she said.  "You think Jaleeesa and them will want to fuck too?"

   "I have no idea," I answered.  "But I doubt it." Melissa frowned. 
"Hey," I said.  "They could be a stabalizing influence for all of us.  They
might keep us from doing any more nasty stuff, but that might be good for
us."

   "No!" exclaimed my little shiteater.  "Never.  This is my house and we
can play sex stuff if we want as long as we want too as long as we don't
let anybody else know it,"

   She finished dressing in jeans and a simple cotton blouse, As she zipped
up her jeans, which managed to accentuate her slender legs and pronounced
bubble butt.  I sighed in appreciation.

   "You like the way I look?" she asked.

   "Oh yeah," I said.

   "You like me better with clothes or naked?" she asked, wondering.

   "Naked," I said without hesitation.  "Lots of guys say women look sexier
with clothes on.  Not me.  I like my girls naked and horny if at all
possible."

   "I'm horny," she said.  "I like being horny.  And I like fucking too
now. And sucking.  And pussy...I really did like sucking your cum out of
Mommy's pussy you know.  And I like to suck your butt.  And I like to eat
your shit and I like to shit for you and I really really really like it
when you stick your dick all the way up my butt and touch that special
place that makes me want to shit and cum and pee all at once."

   "Ahh!" I said, "I know that feeling.  I got it inside you when my dick
pupped up inside your little womb.  It made me want to cum and pee and cry
at the same time."

   "Yeah, like that, Only for me its up deep inside my butthole."

   I stood up, feeling the faint stirrings of an erection start to tickle
my dick.  "I better get dressed too," I said.  and walked out of her room
over to Viola's.  I dressed quickly and combed my shaggy head of hair, then
steped out into the living room to see my little family, suddenly looking
all prim and proper, sitting in the living room together watching the big
flatscreen TV.
09: Whose The Daddy?  I'm The Motherfucking Papa, that's who.
My beautiful little shit slut and soul mate, Melissa, was sitting alone

on the lounge chair and I asked her, "Can I join You?"

   She scooted over and, just as we had begun our realtionship, we curled
up together in the big chair.  She raised a leg and draped it over mine,
placed her hand gently on my slacks over my cock and began rhythmically
squeezing it as we watched a cartoon.

   I looked over at Viola and decided to do some inverstigation into
Melissa's anal fixation.  "Viola?" I asked.

   "Yes, Baby,"she answered, not to be distracted from the intrigue that
was Tom and Jerry."

   "Has Melissa always had a-well, a facination with anal stimulation?"

   "Say what?  "said Viola, still focusing on the tv.

   "Has she always liked to play with her butt-hole?" I clarified.

   "Oh that.  Fuck, yes.  That little bitch was sticking toys up her butt
since she was two.  Someone, I think it was Bertha, told me she would
outgrow it.  'Lissa never did.  Now, even if she's just seven, she's a full
on ass freak."

   "Thanks," I said.  That was what I wanted to know.

   "Why?" asked Viola.  Melissa was trying to ignore the conversation.  I
felt her body flush with embarrassment and I tried my best to counter it.

   "I was just running an amature psychological profile," I said.  "I think
the fixation started because she was born into an insecure environment, and
her reaction was to find pleasure through bisic biological functions.  Now
she gets both pleasure and satisfaction from having that need met.

   "What's that mean?  Is the little slut crazy like me?"

   I grinned at Viola, "Babe, ain't nobody else in the world crazy like
you." She smiled back, taking it as the compliment I intended.  I squeezed
Milissa and said "No, it just means its a thing.  Melissa's thing.  And if
its okay with you and if Melissa likes it, I'll take care of that thing
from now on."

   Viola shrugged.  "Long as she likes it and nobody finds out, I don't
give a fuck."

   "It's okay with me," said Melissa squeezing my cock, noticing it had
regained just the smallest bit of erectability and started lovingily
milking the sonofabitch.  I groaned and Viola and Rachel both looked to see
what whas happening.  Rachel folded her arms in consternation and grunted.
Viola just scowled like a mother and said, "Little slut," to Melissa.

   Melissa scowled back and said, "Big slut," and they smiled at each
other. Then both went back to watching tv while I tried to figure out what
I needed to do get everthing running on an even keel with my new family of
whores and freaks, myself included.  Melissa kept working my dick,
determined to prove her power over my hormonal discharge, and the fucker
was betraying me by slowly, ever so slowly, but definitely, regaining its
edge over my pre-frontal orb.  And the harder it got, the less I was able
to concentrate on anything except the sweet hot pussies I was sharing the
tv room with.  I tried to remember how many times I had cum in the past 24
hours but my dick over-rode my brain with a "It doesn't matter how many
times you came today.  What matters is this hot little assfucker twiddling
with your twat-diddler" and my focus changed to finding a way to plant
another batch of sperm seeds in one of of these lucisous pussy gardens.

   Fortunately or not, I was saved (or not) by the door flying open. 
Bertha and her kids, each carrying a suitcase, marched in like a troup of
foreign invaders.  There was no doubt that all four little girls came out
of Bertha's roomy womb.  They were all heavy set, big boned, plump
bottomed, round bellied and short little girls.  The tallest was about as
tall as Melisa and the shortest was a chunkly little ball of toddler fever
gone wild.

   Bertha declared loudly as she dropped her two suitcases, "Well bitches,
here's my babies." Then she looked me square in the eye, "Don't you harm
none of them or you will answer to me."

   The newly arrived four siblings looked around the room like they had
never seen the place before.  The eldest, Jaleesa, as I recalled, gave me a
critical review without saying a word.  It was Akira, the next eldest who
spoke first.  "What happened to your house."

   "Melissa crawled up in my lap and settled her butt onto my dick.  "Jules
moved in.  He helped us clean it up."

   "Got us lots of groceries too," added Rachel.  "We got cookies, milk,
soda pop, kool-aid, chips, and everything."

   "We had chips before we come over," responded the girl I presumed to be
Latrina.

   "We're not talking about chips for lunch," Bertha corrected the child.
"From now on, chips is snacks.  I'm going to fix us all real meals starting
today."

   The name of the girl suddenly hit me and I said.  "Is your name
Latrina?"

   The girl backed off a step and looked at me as if I was someone to be
afraid of.  Her oldest sister stepped in front of her and said.  "That's
her name.  And I'm Jaleesa.  There's Akira and this is Shenice," she said
grabbing the toddler.

   "Okay," I said and went quiet.  This was obviously a child who was used
to dealing with authority figures and protecting her little sisters. 
"Thank you."

   Bertha looked at me and said, "I know what you're thinking.  And yes, I
was fucked up when I named her." She said.  "Little cunt was concieved in a
toilet, if you must know."

   "Just curious," I said.  Then to the girl.  "Its a pretty name for a
pretty girl," I waited and watched the child smile shyly and peeked out
from behind her big sister.

   "Oh shit," grinned Viola.  "Of course he likes the name.  He..."

   "No, Momma.  Don't," cautioned Melissa.  "She's got a pretty name, like
Jules said.  Don't hurt her feelings."

   Viola stopped short and realized what Melissa was saying.  Bertha's kids
were probably more self-reliant in a lot of ways then hers, but they were
all more sensitive too.  They could afford to be because they had Jaleesa
to protect them.  I also saw that Melissa was trying to keep our little sex
secrets intact for the time being.  And she was right in doing that. 
There's no telling how these kids would react when they found out their
Momma was fucking Richard, Viola's girls were sexually active and I was
having some kind of realationship with every female in the house, including
their mother.

   "Okay," agreed Viola, "But Bertha better get her babies up to speed if
they're going to live here, 'cause if she don't they're likely to get a big
surprise when the lights go out."

   Bertha took a deep breath, then looked her girls over and said, "Okay.
Here's the fucking deal.  We're going to live here.  Your gonna have new
clothers, go to good schools and have healthy meals.  I'm going to be here
most of the time from now on, but these folks are fucking insane, every
last one of them.  You liable to see naked dicks and pussies when you least
expect it.  And when a door is closed you always knock before ouy go in. 
Always."

   She looked at the four little fat girls huddled in the middle of the
room.  "Got that?"

   The girls all nodded, but Latrina said., "Momma, I want to go home."

   "Darlin' from now on, this is home." Bertha answered, then looked a me.
"Now, where are the girls gonna sleep?"

   I looked the situation over and made a few calculations.

   "Simple, I said.  Either one girl can stay in Melissa's and Rachels'
room and other three can take over Richard's room or all four can take
Richard's room."

   "Hey'" yelped Richard, and behind him, Bertha and Viola both seemed
unhappy with this suggestion as well.  I guess the all had certain ideas
about late night visits.

   I cleared my throat to let Richard, Viola and Bertha get a bit of an
idea where I was headed.  "Richard and I can bunk out here on the sofa and
chair, and you two ladies can share Viola's room, if you get my drift?"

   The last question was a statement as well.  Viola and Bertha got the
message immediately.  After lights out, the play room would transfer to
Viola's room, and in some cases the living room.  At the same time, all the
girls could feel they had some degree of privacy.

   "I don't know," Richard whined a bit.  "I like having my own room."

   "I'm sure you do," I said, "but right now we got this house with three
bedrooms, my apartment uptown only has one." I looked to Bertha.

   "That dump only got two bedrooms," she said.

   "Right," I noted.  "So this seems to he the place for us all to settle
in for right now.  We'll figure out the rest as we go along,"

   "Or," said Viola, "Melissa and Rachel can move in with Richard." That
way all the kids in one family can sleep together and we, you and Bertha
and me can all sleep in my room.  That fucking king sized bed is big enough
for all of us."

   I perked up at that suggestion.  So did Richard.  The same couldn't be
said for Melissa and Bertha, both of whom had different preferences.

   I jumped in.  "Great idea, Vi." This was the first time I'd called her
Vi and she seemed to warm to it.  "That way the six of us can rearrange as
needed, and the girls can still stick together."

   "Now that sounds like a plan," agreed Bertha.  "That okay with you
Rich?"

   "Yeah," said Richard, catching on to the entire scenario now.  "That
sounds good."

   That meant all the sexually active people, adults and kids alike, could
play magical rooms, while Bertha's kids could remain protected and ignorant
of our goings on, at least that was the idea.

   "Great," I said to the girls.  "So that's settled.  For right now why
don't you all put your bags where they belong." Then I clambered out of the
chair, displacing and repositionang Melissa lightly as I did, kissing her
gently to make sure she was mollified.  All of Bertha's four girls seemed
to note that Melissa was fondling my bulge as I stood up, and they noticed
the bulge she was fondling at well.

   I just tried to ignore both them and my tented pants.  That wouldn't
suffice for Bertha though.

   "See what I mean," Bertha commentd.  "They are all crazy as fuck," while
her little girls stared on.

   In fact, the tribe of short fat black preteen girls remained huddled
together until Bertha insisted.  "Well, did you hear the man?  Get your
shit in your new room." Then she addressed Melissa and Rachel, "And you
little sluts, you start moving your shit into Richard's Room."

   A thought came to me, "Bertha, baby, you planning to making dinner
tonight."

   "The big woman stepped up close to me and said softly, "I sure as fuck
am.  You got any special requests?"

   "Just you," I said, lowering my voice as well, and feeling a stirring I
would find was an automatic autonomic response anytime she and I were in
proximity.  "Any chance I get to eat what I ask for?"

   She grinned, "Thare's alwasys a good chance for that in this house," she
pursed her lips.  "But that's more like desert or a late night snack."

   "Understood," I said.  "Well then, if its okay with everyone, I'm going
over to my apartment and pick up some stuff.  I looked at the girls,
"Anyone want to ride?"

   Both Melissa and Rachel jumped up and said, "Me!  Me!"

   Richard said "Hey, I want to ride too."

   I nodded agreement, then was surprised to see Jaleesa step up.  "I want
to go too," she said, eyeing me suspicously.  Like mother, like daughter, I
thought, only briefly wondering if the child whould have any hidden secrets
as her mother had eventually revealed.  Time would tell.

   "Cool," I said.  "then come with me."

   "Shotgun," yelped Richard, vying to claim the prime seat.

   "No you don't," Melissa announced.  "If it's Jule's ride, that means I
ride in front with him."

   "Let's not argue," I said.  "Starting now, we take turns.  This ride
its--I closed my eyes and appeared make a blind choice between Rich, Rachel
and Melissa, then said "Richard." On the way back its Melissa.  Next time
out its Rachel.  Okay?"

   "Richard puffed up a little at being chosen, and Melissa reluctantly
agreed.  "Okay, but I get an extra turn."

   I saw the wisdom of this.  "You got it."

   "What about me," Jaleesa complained.

   "Oh, you want in this?" I asked.  "In this family circle?"

   Jaleesa seemed to consider the matter, then said , "Yeah.  I want in."

   "Okay," I said, happily surprised at her decision.  "Then add a turn to
the cycle.  After Rachel, its Jaleesa.  Then Melissa, then Richard, then
Melissa then Rachel and then Jaleesa and so on and so forth."

   "Why Melissa get an extra turn?" Jaleesa wanted to know.

   It was Rachel who answered, "'Cause he belongs to her, kind of like
finders keepers.  We all still get to share, but she's owns his stinky
butt." Then she giggled at her own joke.

   "That ain't fair," bemoaned Jaleesa.

   "Life ain't fair," responded Melissa, asserting herself.  "You know
that. But It's kind of fair cause Jules gives everybody a turn."

   "What I got to do to get an extra turn too," demanded Jalessa.

   "Don't you even ask that question," Bertha broke in.  "You might find
out, and then you might do it.  I don't think I'm quite ready for that."
then she turned to me again.  "Got that, Jules?  I want these girls to
leave as innocent as they came in."

   "I've got it, " I concurred.  And addressed Jaleesa, "Any futher
questions in this regard should be addressed to your mother, okay?" Then
nodded to Bertha who nodded back.

   "What?" puzzled The fat girl.

   "Ask yo' Momma," intoned Richard, clarifing the matter, and Jaleesa
looked to her mother for further infnormation, which was not forthcoming.

   Wanting to avoid any further quizzes or complicatons, I said, "Let's
roll, kids," and headed out the door for the first time since I had arrived
at the house more that 24 hours before.  As I stepped over to the still
crowded garage and insinuated myself into the driver's side of my car, I
told the kids to wait and let me pull out onto the driveway before they got
in.  Once we had more room, they all climbed in.  I made sure everyone was
properly strapped in and backed out onto the street and headed back uptown.
The kids were noisy as hell, as kids will be.  Rich was cooly attentive in
the front seat.

   "You cool with the new arrangements, Rich," I asked.

   "I think so," he said.  "Long as everything you said is the real deal."

   "It should be," I answered.  "Your girl and mine both seem to prefer it
to the other option."

   "Yeah," he agreed, realizing our coded messages should be another puzzle
for Jaleesa, but I doubt if that was any real concern.  All the girls were
too busy talking between themselves to even care what the guys up front
were saying.  Then I announced, "I note the gloden arches coming up ahead."

   "You in the mood for a sundae?" I said nodding to the place.

   "Hell, yeah," said Richard on behalf of our entire crew.  I slowed and
got the girls attention immediately when I pulled in to the drive through.
I got sundaes for the kids and a drink for me, saw the kids light up like
christmas and knew I had done my good deed of the tday.

   "This needs to be a secret, kids.  Don't want Bertha to get pissed at me
for spoiling your appetites.  And everybody has to eat all their food at
dinner.  Agreed?"

   Everyone, even Jaleesa were happy to agree.  Slowly I turned into the
street again, this time listening more closely to the conversation going on
in back.

   "I am so happy to get rid of those little black negroes," Jaleesa was
saying.

   "Don't you like them?" asked Melissa.  "They your sisters."

   "I like them alright," Jaleesa noted, "They're my sisters, but I have to
be like their Momma," said Jaleesa.  "Its like I've been 18 since I was
five.  Changing diapers, feeding them, changing their clothes, keeping them
away from perverts." she directed this last statment at me.  I saw both her
listeners bridle a bit at that, but they kept quiet.  Melissa noticed I
kept glancing back and smiled at me, making a "shh" sign to me.  I smiled
back and kept my ears open.

   "I sure hope Momma decides to stay home and be a housewife like she
said, because that means I could be a little girl again."

   I nodded my head in ascent because I was hopeful for the same thing.  I
just hoped this added risk of introducing four relatively normal children
into the topsy turvy fucked up world of Viola and family wouldn't ruin my
life in the process.

   After another ten minutes of driving we got to my apartment highrise.  I
parked on the street and had the kids tumble out of the car.  I showed them
the way to my condo and ushered them inside.

   "Wow!  Shit, man.  You got a hot fucking crib," said Richard, giving his
okay to the place.

   The kids all went exploring.  They checked out every room and back
again. It wasn't really all that big, although the living room was quite
spacious.  I went to my bedroom and grabbed a rollaround lugguage bag I
used for the occasional business trip.  I proceeded to load it up,
including my laptop, personal accoutrements and a couple changes of
clothes. I heard someone turn on the tv and find a cartoon channel.  The
sound went up and I closed the door.  After a minute the door opened and
Melissa stepped inside.  She closed and locked the door behind her.

   "This your bedroom," she said, more as a statement than a question.

   "Yep," I said, folding some underwear and socks.

   "This where you fucked all your girlfriends?" she said, patting the bed.

   I turned and grinned at the precocious seven year old.

   "Yes," I smiled, "but it was only one girlfriend at at time, and the
last girlfriend was with me for a year.  Then she left."

   "Why did she leave?" asked Melissa, dangling her slender legs over the
edge of the bed as she talked.

   "I told her the truth," I said.  "Seems like all my girlfriends left me
once I told them the truth, even though they always said if I told them the
truth they would never leave."

   "I won't leave," Melissa said.  "And I already know the truth."

   "Yes you do," I smiled and stepped to the bed, went down on my knees and
took her slender brown hands and kissed them.

   "Now that I'm your girlfriend, I want you to fuck me on your bed too."
she said softly.

   My dick somehow lurched to life yet again.  I was so happy I couldn't
help but grin.

   "I'd love to," I said, "but the kids."

   "Fuck the kids," Melissa dismissed them.  "Richard and Rachel already
know what we be doing, and Jaleesa just wants to hang out and watch
cartoons." Then she grinned at me, "You the only cartoon I want to watch."
Still on my knees I kissed Melissa.  Raping her sweet little mouth and
feeling her respond, leaning into me and wanting more and more contact.

   I stood up and watched as she happily unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my
slacks, unzipped my fly and slowly pushed my pants down below my hips.  She
took my dick in her hands and studied it.  For the first time, it seemed,
she wanted to take her time with me.  She kissed my prick, and seeing it
start to secrete pre-cum, licked at the tiny mouth.  We both murmurred in
pleasure at that.  Then she looked up to me with her beautiful big brown
eyes and slowly took me into her mouth and began sucking on me, taking her
time, using her tongue to test and taste me.

   I sighed happily and stroked her hair, her face, watching her hollow her
cheeks as she luxuriated in eating my cock.  I moaned softly and whispered.
"Thank you, Melissa.  I love you."

   She looked up into my eyes, pulled off my cock and said, "I know your
secrets, Jules.  I know you like to fuck little girls and I know you like
to watch girls shit and eat their shit and feed them your shit.  I know you
like pee the same way."

   Then she kissed my dick again, then said, "I love you, Jules.  Really.
And you can fuck me any way you want.  Eat my shit and my Momma's shit too.
Fuck my butt and Auntie Bertha's big fat cunt and knock up my Momma and eat
out Rachels baby asshole and anything else you want.  You don't need no
secrets with me, ever, 'cause you know all my secrets too and you still
love me."

   "I'd love you anyway," I told Melissa as I knelt again, kissed her and
began undressing her.  I peeled her blouse off and placed it on the bed.  I
pulled off her shoes and socks.  I unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and
skinned them down her legs, then folded them neatly and placed them with
her blouse.  Finally, I pulled off her panties, revealing her perfect
little pussy crease, her long perfect slender legs, her slim feet and
perfect tiny toes.

   You are so beautiful," I whispered to my little love.  "You are too
beautiful for words."

   "You like that I ain't got any titties?" asked Melissa, knowing it was
true.

   "Yes," I said.

   "You think its sexy that I ain't got no hair on my pussy, and my pussy
is so tight?"

   "Fuck, yes, you know that's true," I admitted freely.  Then I said,
"Please sit on the bed and rub your pussy while I finish getting naked."

   Melissa spread her long coltish milk chocolate colored legs and revealed
her beautiful baby cunt.  She spread the lips to reveal her moist pink
interior to me, then started fingering her exposed pearl of a clitoris.

   My mouth watered.  I licked my lips.  I put all my clothes on a nearby
chair and said, "I can't believe how lovely you are." Then I knelt down in
front of her to pay oral homage to that sweet slit.  I rasped my tongue up
and down her cunt, tasting her light cuntal flow of juice and winnowing my
way into the mouth of her tiny vagina.  I also lapped at her asshole and
found it too clean for my taste, so I tried to burrow my way up inside her
anal passage.  She moaned delightfully and tried to relax and help me
ferret my way up her shit tunnel.

   "Next time you go to the toilet, don't wipe it all way," I said.  "Save
some for me, okay?"

   Melissa squirmed to feed me more of her asshole and asked in a concerned
voice, "Jules, will you still love me with I grow titties and hair on my
pussy?"

   "Oh yes," I moaned into her tiny cunt.  "I'll love you more every day of
my life and when you grow breasts, I'll suck them and when you grow hair on
your pussy, I'll fuck you even harder."

   Then I rose up and pushed her further up on the bed till her head was on
one of the pillows.

   "When you get hair on your pussy, I'm going to get you pregnant."

   That seemed to excite the little girl even more.  "Yes," she said.  "And
if we have a little girl, I want to see you suck her little pussy while I
suck your dick."

   Not to be outdone I said, "And if its a little boy I want to see your
Aunt bertha suck his dick while you eat out his asshole and I fuck you up
your ass till you scream and cum at the same time he shits in your fucking
mouth."

   "Oh fuck yes," mewled the little girl as I moved to hover over her and
she felt my cock nudge its way into her sodden prepubescent cunt.  We both
felt the head of my dick force its way into the tight confines of her pussy
and I began to fuck her so very shallowly.  "I want to do that, Jules.  And
I want to do that with Momma's baby too."

   "We will, sweetheart.  I promise.  You're going to get all the shit and
love and cum you need from now on."

   "So will you," she gasped as she hunched up, capturing more of my cock
in her hungry immature pussy tube.

   "I want to try something," I told her, and pulled out of her clasping
little cunt with a slurping pop.

   "No," she whined at first.  "I want more."

   "You'll get more," I said.  "Lots more.  Turn over and get on your hands
and knees."

   This served to excite the child even more and she quickly dis as I
asked. I moved behind her, and began exploring her genitals with my
slickened cock.

   "You gonna fuck my asshole," she asked eagerly.

   "No, not now." I answered.  "I want to fuck your pussy from behind.  I
want to see how that makes you feel."

   I said softly, "I'm trying to find if I can find a way to make you cum
from your pussy too.  And if I can get you to squirt when you cum.  To make
you cum even harder."

   "Yes," she concurred, reaching down and grasping my dick, guiding it to
her open baby cunt.

   "We've to got be careful," I said.  "I can go really deep this way.  If
it makes you cum harder, that's gerat.  It it hurts more than it feels
good, we'll stop."

   "Okay," panted my little mulatto.  Then added, "Now shut up and fuck me,
Jules.  I want your dick all the way in my throat."

   Despite her encouragement, I worked at controlling this experiemental
fuck.  I realized this is what lovers did as they got to know each other,
look for variations, search for new ways to excite and satisfy each other.
Sex never has to become boring.  You just have to be inventive and open to
new ideas.

   As I rationalized this, I grasped Melissa's thin waist to better control
the depth of this new sweet fuck.

   "It feels good, Jules," Melissa mewled.  "Fuck me deeper.  Let me feel
your cock way up in my pussy."

   I did as she asked, but slowly.  I hadn't gotten much more than half my
cock inside her when I felt the head nudge her little womb.

   She was sweating now, lucrching back to capture all my cock if she
could.

   "More!" she demanded.  "I want all your dick Jules, push it up my belly,
into my heart.  I want your big white cock.  Deeper.  Deeper."

   I continued to be careful as I stretched her little cunt more and more,
distending it into her body.  I was amazed as I stretched her internally,
forcing her womb up into he abdominal cavity until I was indeed balls deep
in her tight little cunt.

   "Fuck it!" she cried.  "Fuck it all in me.  Now, Jules, Now!'

   "You cock hungry little angel of a slut," I groaned as I pulled out and
pumped my thick pole back up into her.  Fighting against my own desire to
do just what she said.  I did not want to damage her.  Not ever.  Still, I
gradually speeded up my dog fucking of the most beatiful perverse child I'd
ever seen until I was banging my cock fully into her clasping creaming
cunt.

   She groaned, buried her face in the pillow and sobbed loudly, but at the
same time she demanded, "Don't stop.  Don't ever stop.  You baby fucking
motherfucking shit eating piss drinking pussy licking asshole sucking Daddy
Man.  You're my Daddy Man.  My fucker.  My - Oh-Oh-Oh!" And she came.  She
came from her pussy as hard as I had ever seen her cum from her ass.  She
thrashed against me and bit into the pillow.  Her intensity keyed my own
orgasm, and I creamed that tender little preteen womb with every ounce of
cum I could muster.

   "Cumming!" I cried.

   She laughed, cried, bounced back at me, still somehow managing to scream
"Keep fucking me, you motherfucker.  Give me more of your white
motherfucking dick!"

   She kept cumming, kept fucking, kept wanting more and more until I
couldn't go on.  My sperm was still flowing into her, but I was fighting
off paralysis as I lurched deep inside her pussy.  I grabbed her by her
hips and held her still, my cock still buried fully inside her, feeling
termor after tremor crest.  then subide and crest again until she was
totally spent.

   Finally, she fell forward, still spasming.  It took all my strength not
to collapse on top of her and crush her.  He pussy still clutched at my
dick deep inside her body and I was still quaking as well, feeling the last
remnants of my juzz leak into her small pussy.

   I finally wrenched a limp slimy cock out of her pussy, managed to fall
beside her and gasp.  "You came, Melissa.  You came from your pussy."

   She turned on her side and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me
open mouthed.  "Boy, did I cum from my pussy.  You fucked me so hard I
wanted to scream."

   "You did scream sweetheart."

   "Then I wanted to explode!" she said.  "I came and came and came....from
my pussy.  I didn't know I could ever do that, cum from there.  Always
before I could only cum from my butthole, but you did it Jules.  You made
me do it."

   She was kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my nose and my eyes.

   I grinned, "I take it I did okay then."

   "More than okay," she agreed.  "You gonna fuck me more like that,
promise?"

   "I promise if we didn't hurt you.  I was all the way inside your pussy,
and I don't think it was supposed to fit like that."

   "I wanted it in my belly.  I wanted to taste it it my throat," she said.
Then she giggled like the little girl she was.  "I'm gonna get as big a
pussy as Auntie Bertha and your gonna fill it up every fucking day and
night."

   "Sweetheart, the spirit is willing, but this flesh can only produce so
many hard ons in a day."

   "Then you got to save at least two a day for me," she ordered.  "No
fucking nobody if you can't give me two big cums every day."

   I hugged the serious little girl and said, "I can only promise to do the
best I can." And we kissed together again.

   "Okay," she said, "but you need to sleep with me."

   "Now that sounds perfect," I sighed.  Then I roused myself.  "Shit,
Melissa, we've got to get back to your house."

   "Right, Auntie Bertha is making dinner tonight." she said but still
didn't move to get up.  She just lay there, her legs sprawed open and
dripping our combined effusion onto my sheets.

   "Come on," I moaned.  "We've got to get ready."

   "Suck out my pussy first," she suggested.  "Eat my cum and your cum
mixed together like I sucked your cream out of Momma."

   I looked at her and studied her.  She fully expected me to do just what
she asked.

   "Only for you," I said and lay down between her legs, draped the slender
little girl gams over my shoulders and dove in.  I drank deep of the
special concoction that bound the two of us together.  I licked and sucked
and gleaned her draining cunt, swallowing it all down like a magical
elixir, and for all I knew it was.  With the final mouthful still warm and
swirling in my mouth I rose up above her and said, "Now open your mouth."

   She did and I let the syrup of our shared illicit passion flow from my
mouth into hers.  She swallowed it without question and took my tongue in
as well.  We kissed a nasty slathering kiss and held each other more
tenderly than a father and daughter.

   "We really have to get ready," I said softly to her.

   "Okay," she said simply, and climbed from the bed.

   "Dress me, Daddy man," she instructed.  I didn't know if she would
recall her endearment for me ealier, but I was very happy she had.

   "My pleasure, angel" I said, and got her panties and together we got
them on and shimmied them back up sher slender body, pulling them up tight
over her sweet bubble butt.

   "Can I still be an angel when I fuck you like I do?" she asked.

   "You are the angel of my dreams and the daughter I never had," I said
softly.

   She smiled so sweetly I wanted to die.

   "You have me now," she said.  "and you can have me all the time from now
on."

   It was my turn to grin.  "You promise?" I asked.  "Even when you're
pooping on the toilet?"

   Her eyes sparkled, "You're my toilet now, so yes.  When I'm pooping in
your mouth you can have me too."

   Somehow we managed to get dressed again and I finished up loading a
suitcase with work clothes and a couple of casual sets as well, then
wheeled it into the living room.

   I had expected to see the kids staring at the tube and snacking on my
reserves from the kitchen when we stepped back into the living room.  The
TV was on, but no one was watching.  Richard had Jaleesa bent over my sofa
and was ramming the length of his young black dick up her even blacker
rotund ass, as Rachel was kneeling behind him sucking out his asshole.
10: Kiddie Orgy 2

   I had not seen this coming, and just stood there in utter surprise.

   Finally I found my voice.  "What the fuck?" I said.

   Jaleesa straightened up with a jerk.

   "Don't fucking stop," I ordered her.  "Bend your sweet ass back over
that sofa and finish up while I watch."

   Jaleesa glared at me.

   "Go on, he's cool," soothed Richard.  "He just been fucking Melissa so
he ain't gonna tell on us.  But please let me get my nut up your ass or I'm
gonna die," he said.

   "I'm sorry, Jaleesa," I said as the girl grunted and bent back over, at
least partially forced to do so as Richard hunched his groin hard against
her ass.  "I know sometimes Rich just doesn't take no for an answer." I
nudged Melissa to join them.  "You go over and help her enjoy it, okay?"

   Melissa smiled knowingly and walked over to the trio of undulating kids.
She winnowed her way in a sitting position under Jaleesa's pussy, and began
eating the little girl out.  I heard her moan sweetly at the taste of the
girl, then saw Jaleesa start and then begin to tremble as she got double
teamed by Richard and Melissa.  I just sat on the floor, leaned my back
against the wall and watched the hot sexy sight.  It still seemed unreal to
me, like a shimmering light show, the four kids creating a sexual machine
to get Rachel, Richard and Jaleesa off.  For Melissa I knew this was a
courtesy suck because she had taken her fill of cock and blew out a massive
orgasm just minutes before.  I didn't even bother to jack off while I
watched the kids.  I was spent as well.  I just smiled and studied this
depraved child sex circle.

   "I love you all," I said, not able to stop myself.  Rich and Melissa
smiled at me.  Jaleesa looked at me with disbelief.  "You fuck her good,
Richard," I added.  "You seduce a good girl like Jaleesa, you damned well
better make her feel good about it." Then I added, "You too Melissa, Give
Jaleesa a good cunt licking to go with that beautiful ass fuck Richard is
giving her."

   "What about me," came Rachel's muffled voice, pulling a way from
Richard's asshole with a lip smacking shudder.

   "You just keep doing what your doing, baby girl," I said.  "And
finger-fuck yourself at the same time if you can.  I'd hate to see your
baby cunt go without a good cum here.  I want to see all my kids orgasm if
I can."

   Rachel snickered and showed me she was already doing herself while she
rimmed her big brother.

   "Okay," I said sitting back, "Let's see how long it takes to make
Jaleesa cum.  And nobody cums before Jaleesa gets hers."

   "Oh," groaned Richard.  "But I'm so fucking close.  I can feel the shit
in my balls getting ready to explode up my dick right up into Jaleesa tight
hot asshole."

   "Well you keep your shit under control till Jaleesa is ready," I warned
him.  I looked at Jaleesa.  She wasn't there yet.  Not quite ready to pop.

   "You like this," I asked Jaleesa.  "You like Richard's cock up your
butt?"

   Jaleesa looked at me.  "I like it okay," she said.  "It feels like I'm
pooping.  But Melissa is making be feel even better sucking my coochie like
she's doing." Then she paused.  "Please don't tell Momma, okay?"

   "Okay," I assured her, but then decided we needed to get this show
wrapped up and back on the road.  "I won't tell your Momma, but I want you
to do something while you're getting fucked."

   I saw the girl bite her lip and said "What?"

   I struggled up onto my feet, walked over to her, unzipped my fly and sat
on the sofa so her face was right over my still soft cock.  "I want to see
if you cum better with a dick in your mouth."

   "I don't know," said Jaleesa, trying to move her face away from my
groin. "That's nasty."

   "Come on, Jaleesa, try it," urged Richard.  "Suck his cock.  He won't
cum or nothin'.  His shit is all soft.  Try it.  If you like it you'll cum.
If you don't like it spit it out and he won't bother you."

   Jaleesa looked at my pale limp cock, then up and me, and back down to
the dick.  It had stiffened ever so slightly but that was all it was going
to do for a while, so I raised the limp overused prick head and offered it
to her mouth.  She dropped her mouth to it and started slurping, sliding
her tongue over it and tasting its musky scent, so recently drenched with
Melissa's cunt juices.

   The fat black nine year old groaned.  "You like that?" I asked.  "You
like sucking a soft white dick."

   She nodded her head and I did my best to feed my soft cock to her.  She
sucked it deep in ther mouth and gnawed on it a bit.  I ran my fingers
through her nappy poorly combed hair and said.  "Good girl.  Good girl
Jaleesa.  Suck that dick and cum for me."

   Jaleesa suddenly jerked against Richard, fucking into Melissa's face,
biting down on my cock and began to cum.

   "Cum now, Rich," I said.  "Give Jaleesa all the cum you got.  Let her
feel that shit splash up inside her asshole."

   "Fuck!  Finally," Richard roared and hammered his dick into Jaleesa's
anal passage, letting loose a cumulative flood of semen that could have
impregnated a whole city of fertile pussies.  As it was, all that
spermatozoa was going to be trying to find eggs where only shit could live
and was doomed to failure.  That didn't keep both Richard and Jaleesa from
cumming together like well-matched fuck partners though.  They groaned,
spasmed and writhed about for a full three minutes before either of their
climaxes started to abate.  Behind Richard, Rachel had already had multiple
orgasms while eating out Richard's dirty asshole, and let loose her own
final little girl orgasm, still doing her best to keep her mouth affixed to
Richard's shit hole.  I kept patting Jaleesa's kinky hair and whispering
that she was a wonderful little ass-fucker, a good girl and a wonderful
dick sucker too.  This, despite the fact that my cock never achieved more
than a semi-hard state in her tight velvet sucking little mouth.  I was
happy to find that sucking a dick made her cum so good, especially when it
was accompanied by complimentary encouragement.  If this had been Melissa
or Viola, I would have showered her mouth with piss, but I didn't think
this was the time or place to introduce Jaleesa to that particular
variation.

   When the kids were able to speak coherently I ordered them all to get
their clothes back in order and ready to go home.  I didn't say a word
about the little impromptu orgy we had all somehow manufactured.  That
would wait.

   I waited till we all got back in the car, my suitcase tucked into the
trunk of the car and my suit bags hanging from the latches over the back
seat windows.

   Now, Melissa was sitting with me, snuggled in tight into the middle of
the seat and wearing the waist seat-belt as she cuddled beside me.  I
thought of saying somebody else could join us in front, but that would have
been begging for trouble.  Instead, I started the car and got back onto the
street.

   Once we were on our way.  Rachel started complaining.  "Richard, don't
you never wipe your butthole.  It was all shitty and messy."

   "Fuck you," countered Richard, "you didn't complain while you was
sucking on it."

   "No," said Rachel.  "I was horny and it made me cum a lot, but it was
still nasty.  You need to clean your butt better." Then against my better
judgement and my sense of decorum, I was drawn in to the argument.  "Don't
he, Jules."

   "I'm not sure," I said.  "You know everybody's different.  Like, if I
was to tell the truth, and I should not.  I have different preferences than
most guys."

   "Like how," asked Jaleesa, feeling she'd been ushered into our secret
inner circle now.

   I looked at Melissa, who nodded for me to go on.  "Well, the kids know I
like to lick butt-holes.  Girl butt-holes, mind you.  And I think its kind
of sexy to have either dried shit or fresh shit, or even both dried and
fresh shit on a pretty asshole when I go to - well, to eat it out."

   "Jules eats my booty good," Rachel agreed.  "But he never told me he
wanted me to save no shit for him, but he did ask me to shit in his mouth."

   "Yuck!" groaned Jaleesa.  "that's crazy."

   "Yeah, maybe it is" I said.  "But that's one of the things I like."

   "I like to eat shit too," volunteered Melissa.  "It's nasty and I like
all kinds of nasty butthole stuff.  Momma calls me Jules' shit whore now,
and I like it.  I like to taste his old shit, shit from up his butt hole,
and even shit right from his asshole into my mouth.  But I'm pretty sure
I'm crazy anyway so that's okay."

   "Ain't neither okay," complained Jaleesa.  "I'm gong to tell my Momma."

   "You do what you got to do," I said.  "And I'll do what I got to do."

   The memory of her preteen gang bang came back to Jaleesa and she shut
up.

   I said to Jaleesa, cuddling with Melissa as I did.  "Seriously, you
don't have to do anything you think is nasty or bad.  And please feel free
to talk to your mother about it.  I promised I wouldn't let you be exposed
to any of this stuff.  but I guess it's too late for that now.  It seems
you already had your own secrets that she doesn't know about.  Now we have
to deal with the repercussions.  I'll just say if you don't expose your
three little sisters to our games, I won't.  I promise.  Unfortunately, we
didn't get the same promise from Richard or Rachel." I gave the two
offenders a raised eyebrow to chasten them.

   "I didn't do nothin'," complained Richard.  "I've been butt-fucking
Jaleesa for a long time.  Whenever she comes visit and we get by ourselves,
we play fuck.  First it was just rubbing, then she said we ought to try
butt-fucking.  She said she liked it.  If felt like taking a big poop.  She
said it wasn't really sex at all, just playing."

   "Oh?" I said.  Then to Jaleesa I said, "Who told you that?  because
assfucking is still real fucking, you know."

   "Is not," said Jaleesa.

   "Is too," said Melissa.  "I cum good when I get butt-fucked, 'specially
when Jules does it.  He hits my 'right' spot and I cum harder than shit. 
Up till today it was the only way I could cum."

   "Regardless of cumming or not," I interrupted.  "Any time a man puts his
penis inside a girl, whether its her pussy, her mouth or her asshole, it's
real sex." I said.  "Remember that.  If someone tells you otherwise, they
are lying to you.  Trying to trick you." I looked at Jaleesa, "Whoever told
you fucking your beautiful little ass wasn't really sex.  Did he cum inside
you?"

   Jaleesa was cowed now.  She had been fooled by some filthy child
molester and she had just realized it.  "Yeah," she said very softly.

   I glanced at her in the rear view mirror.  "Don't be upset, Jaleesa. 
You didn't do anything wrong.  It wasn't your fault or your idea.  If I
guess right.  whoever taught you to fuck using your asshole was a bad guy.
You were and are a good little girl.  It just so happened that you liked
it, right?  Well that stuff should be over with now we're living together.
Nobody tricks nobody here.  You may get fucked in our house, but only if
and when you feel like it.  Okay?"

   "Okay," agreed Jaleesa.  "But I'm still gonna tell on you and Melissa.
Eating each others shit is dirty."

   "It certainly is," I agreed and squeezed my little shit slut to
accentuate it.

   "It sure as fuck is dirty," agreed Melissa.

   "And nasty too," added Rachel.

   "I'm so fucking nasty," giggled Melissa.  "I'm so fucking nasty and so
is my mommy and big brother and little sister," she paused, then added,
"and my Daddy Man is really nasty.  And that's why we can be so happy
together."

   The other kids accepted my new designation without a word.  Instead,
Richard said, "I know I'm a lot happier than I was before."

   "Me too," added Rachel, but had to add, "'Cause everybody fucks each
other now."

   I smirked at Rachel's rationale and said.  "I really don't think it's
because everybody is having sex.  I think its because we all feel
connected. We're just so messed up it takes fucking to get us there."

   "And pee pee," Rachel added.  "And shit and butt-fucking and dick
sucking too."

   "If we were more normal, we might be able to do it with talking," I
said. "Now I feel kind of guilty getting all you kids involved in this
stuff."

   "Not too guilty to stop you from fucking everybody," the dark chunky
nine tear old Jaleesa said.

   "I guess so," I admitted.

   "I'm glad we're all fucking," Richard said.  "We was all messing around
anyways.  And I was feeling stupid and guilty all the time.  Now we're
learning about doing it good with Jules and it's a whole lot better.  I
loved seeing Jaleesa sucking Jules' dick while I was ass fucking her.  She
cum so good it felt like her butthole was sucking me dry, and I bet Jules
can tell me why."

   Everyone went quiet.  "Well?" said Jaleesa.

   "I just think that sucking a dick, even my wilted empty pussy juice
covered cock, triggered something special for Jaleesa.  It sent a good
feeling signal all the way down to her pussy and helped her cum."

   "To make her cum, and cum really good too," I added.

   Jaleesa prompted, "That was my first," she admitted.  "I been fucked up
my butt lots of times, but nothing ever felt that good before."

   "Hmm," I murmured.  "Which probably means you cum from your clitoris
more than anywhere else, and you need to have oral stimulation to make you
cum good."

   "Yeah?" wondered the girl, "but I really like a dick up my ass.  Do you
think I would like one in my pussy too?"

   I couldn't help but chuckle.  "Jaleesa, I think you might be the very
special kind of girl who cums from her clitoris but needs to have a lot of
stimulation to go with it.  It might just be to have a dick in your mouth,
or you might need someone doing you front and back and a cock in your mouth
all at the same time.  So tell me, does the idea of three dicks at once
appeal to you,

   Jaleesa frowned in concentration.  She closed her eyes and reached into
her shorts and rubbed her pussy.  Then she looked over at Richard and said
plainly.  "Let me see your dick."

   Rich had no shyness about his dick anymore.  Besides, every one in the
car was quite familiar with it one way or another.

   When she saw Rich's dick she swooped down on it so fast he barely got
his hands out of the way.  She wrapped her thick lips around it and Richard
groaned.

   "Shit, Jaleesa, you're swallowing my whole cock."

   Jaleesa mumbled something indecipherable and worked on Rich's dick with
a dedication usually reserved for saving a loved one's life.  Suddenly she
raised her head and said, "Somebody stick something up my asshole," and
raised her big round butt up in the air.  I wished briefly that I was in
the back seat but Rachel was happy to help.  She roughly pulled the pudgy
black girls shorts down, then looked lovingly at the thick black butt being
offered to any who would have her.

   Melissa nudged me and said, "You wish you was back there to fuck her in
that big chunky ass?" she said.

   I knew better than to lie to the kid.  "Sorry sweetheart, but yes, I
kind of wish I was."

   An evil sparkle suddenly showed in Melissa's eyes, then she unhooked her
seat belt, yelled, "I'm coming, bitches." and vaulted over the seat to get
to Jaleesa upturned butt.

   She looked at me with that same evil look, then shoved Rachel aside and
pushed ther three slender middle fingers up into the upturned anal canal.

   "See how you like this, cunt," she said meanly and promptly began
pumping those fingers in and out of Jaleesa's hungry asshole.

   Jaleesa pulled her mouth off Richard's cock and yowled "Ow!  Oh!  Yes,"
then dove back onto Richard's dick and sucked him deep into her nine year
old throat.

   "Shit," I said.  "The girl is a sado-masochistic natural gang bang
slut."

   As I said this Jaleesa started bucking and gyrating wildly.  Richard
started shooting in her mouth and Melissa was hammering her three fingers
into Jaleesa's shitter with a vengeance.  There was a look of extreme
satisfaction on her face as she looked back to me as I carefully pulled off
onto a side street and started to drive down deserted alleys and dark
streets, winding my way to avoid notice.

   The little preteen orgy gradually quieted down.  When they had calmed
down, I swung back onto a major street.  "That was wild, but you kids have
to learn to wait until you get home for that shit.  If anyone would have
seen what was going on in the back seat we would all be in trouble."

   "Sorry," panted Richard.  "I just couldn't help it.  Jaleesa sucks dick
really good."

   Melissa said to me, "You just jealous cause you don't get none of
Jaleesa's sexy stuff." Then, to accentuate her critique, she sucked on the
three fingers she had jammed up Jaleesa's asshole.

   Of course, little Rachel had to chime in, "Yeah, or maybe he wanted his
big white dick up inside J's coochie hole." she chided.

   "Be that as it may," I said, denying nothing.  "No more sucking, fucking
or other sex play when we're out in the open."

   Jaleesa broke into the exchange in short gasps.  "You're right.  I cum
from my clitty, but I got to have more stuff to make it happen.  I think
sucking a boy's thing is most important though."

   Richard laughed, "You mean you want Jules to fuck your pussy while you
suck off my dick?  I'll go for that."

   "Yeah.  Okay, we can do that," panted Jaleesa, which came as a surprise
to me, whether it was true or not.

   "No!  Not okay," interjected Melissa.  "If Jules be fucking you, then
I'll be fucking you too."

   I sat silent during these negotiations.  I'd been fully ready to keep
all of Bertha's kids out of the sex circle we had going.  I hadn't counted
on Jaleesa.  Still, the idea of eating out that chubby little black girl's
cunt and ass had a definite appeal, as did double or triple fucking her.

   "Okay," shrugged Jaleesa.  you already finger-fucked my butt and licked
my pussy, and I think Momma does it sometimes with auntie Vi.  I'll try it.
I really did cum good when you guys all did me!  I didn't even know what
cumming was till then."

   I sighed.  Another unexpected piece of the puzzle had slipped into
place. I had been really concerned over Jaleesa's conservative attitude but
just like her momma, it had been a front for her own prepubescent sexual
demons.

   "I should object to this, " I said.  "Except I want to taste some of
Jaleesa's sweet pussy juice too." I admitted.  Melissa responded by
climbing back up into the front seat and offering her soiled fingers to me.

   "Try some of this," she said.  "I've still got some stuff on it.  It
ain't pussy, but you like dookie as much as I do.  I was saving it for you
anyway.  I know how much you like to taste little girl butt.

   I looked at the fingers in front of my face and saw that she really had
made sure some of Jaleesa's shit was still smeared across her knuckles and
under her finger nails.  I sniffed the scent and a warm flow of sexual
enzymes flooded my whole body.

   "Thank you sweetheart," I said to Melissa.  Then to Jaleesa, "Thank you
Jaleesa," and took Melissa's dirty fingers in my mouth to suck them clean.

   While Jaleesa sat in the back seat aghast at what I was doing, Melissa
was gazing at me with warm loving eyes.  Melissa stared intently and
murmured.  "I like that too." You make me wet when you suck my fingers,
Jules."

   When Melissa withdrew her fingers, I just said, "I love you, Melissa."

   She responded, "I love you too, Jules." then she giggled and added, "And
you got a whole new hard on from Jaleesa's shit." Then gave me a playful
swat at the bulge she saw growing between my legs.

   "Must be some good shit," Rachel giggled.

   "It certainly was," I admitted.  "Made me want to investigate the juicy
butt a whole lot more.  Too bad its off limits."

   Jaleesa was quick to respond, "It ain't off limits if you want some,"
she said.  "If you want to fuck me in my booty, I can do that with you."

   I smiled.  "That's the best offer I've had since Melissa let me fuck her
pussy back in my place," I said.  "But I can only fuck you if Melissa
agrees.  We've got that rule."

   "I'll let you fuck Jaleesa some if you let me fuck you like Auntie
Bertha did."

   "Melissa!" I said.

   "What?" said Jaleesa.  "How did Momma go fuck Jules?"

   "Oops," Melissa said.  "I think I just fucked up."

   "I think so," I agreed.  "But maybe this holding stuff back isn't going
to work so good.  But if any of you kids talk about our games to people
outside the family..all our families...  we're all going to be in a lot of
trouble."

   "But how did Momma fuck Jules?" demanded Jaleesa.

   Unable to take it anymore, Rachel chimed, "She used this big double toy
dick with one dick inside her pussy and the other dick inside Jules
asshole. She fucked him hard as shit and made tears come out his eyes, but
he kept saying he really liked it.  He says his butt still hurts but now
Melissa wants to buttfuck him anyway."

   "Huh?  wondered Jaleesa.

   "That's about it," Melissa said, "And if Jules really wants to fuck your
juicy double bubble butt, he's gonna have to let me tear up his asshole at
the same time."

   By this time I was funally pulling up into the driveway of Viola's home.
I stopped the car and looked back at the kids.  I looked at Jaleesa who was
seeing this as a test to see if I really liked or wanted her.  I was
looking at Melissa who was doing the same and also to see if I would let
her do anything to me she wanted.  I was caught in the most sublime of
velvet traps.  The snug squeezing traps of preteen pussy and assholes. 
"I'll do it," I said.  "It will be worth it to fuck Jaleesa, and I want you
to be able to show the world that you own my nasty ass any way you want
it."

   All the kids laughed as if it was a shared victory, then piled out of
the car and rushed into the house.  Melissa paused to look to me before she
went in.

   "Go ahead, darling," I said.  "I've got to get my stuff."

   Then she disappeared into the house too.  I got my suitcase and suit bag
and lumbered into the house after them, dropped my stuff off on the sofa,
then went back out and pulled my car into the garage.  I maneuvered my way
out, promising myself that we would clear out the garage as soon as
possible and closed the garage door, then went into the house as well.
11: We Reach A Fucking Agreement
The kids had quickly dispersed upon entering the house.  No one was in
the living room but I heard their gossipy voices in the other rooms.  I
also smelled something cooking in the kitchen.  I followed my nose and
stepped into the kitchen to see Bertha leaning over the stove.  This was
the moment I realized just how special my attraction was for this
big-assed, huge-titted, thick juicy woman.  For some reason, despite all my
previous activity, I became fully aroused as soon as I saw her.  I swept
over to her and wrapped my arms around her pronounced belly and kissed the

back of her neck.

   "Hey!" she yelled, then looked and saw it was me.  That made her smile.
"Oh, Jules.  You startled me honey."

   "Bertha," I said.  "I just realized something.  I want you."

   "Honey, you got me," she said.  "You got me, my kids and Viola too.  You
doing pretty good for a white man.  I ain't never heard of nobody, black or
white, who managed to get two women together and agree to give up their
booty's, make babies together and turn their children over to one man; not
without them setting them up with a major mindfuck or drug addiction, and
the only thing you been fucking is our holes.  All our holes." And she
laughed warm and motherly.

   "Right now, what I want is your hot hole," I said softly as I nipped at
her neck and pressed my groin against her bulbous ass.  "Your hot sexy
sweet cunt hole."

   As I said this I reached up to her magnificent breasts and started
kneading them through her house-dress.  She had no bra on so the milky
mammaries were hanging heavily from her chest.  Still, her nipples sprang
to erection when I began tweaking and pulling at them.

   Bertha chuckled and ground her ass back onto my dick.  "You mean right
here, right now?"

   "Yes," I said as I released those delicious oversized tits and reached
down to pull up her house dress, exposing her naked ass and cunt.

   "Wait a minute, baby," said Bertha.  "Let me turn off the heat under the
meat and fried potatoes."

   I paused briefly as she turned off the heat, then she pushed me back by
pooching out her butt from the stove, leaning over it and spreading her big
sturdy legs.

   "Okay, baby, fuck your black woman like you own this shit."

   "I'd better own it," I said.  "I'm going to take care of you and your
kids from now on if you let me, but I expect this sweet ass and pussy to be
at my disposal night an day."

   "Oh Baby, it is." she cooed as I used my hand to maneuver my newly rigid
cock to the mouth of her cunt, then used it to titillate her distended
clitoris.  I then back off a bit to nudge and play about her winking
asshole, but as desirable as that nether eye might be, I wanted to drop a
load of sperm up her lovely gooey cunt.

   "Oh shit," she groaned.  "Why is it I juice up just at the sound of your
voice.  I'm a jaded whore, but when you show up I get fucking giddy."

   "I'm the same way," I said.  "I just fucked a little girl an hour ago,
but as soon as I saw you, as soon as I felt you, I was ready to go again.
There's something about you, Bertha.  Something magic that I can't help but
react to."

   "Then fuck me," she groaned, pushing her cunt back onto my cock, bending
over further to facilitate a deeper entrance into her pussy."

   I grabbed the big black bitch by her hips and fucked into her, sliding
in and out with just the right amount of friction to excite me more and
more.

   "We got the fucking chemistry," she said.  "Your dick ain't huge, and
you don't' fuck me for hours at a time, but you whisper in my fucking ear
and I just got to have it.  Have it and cum all over it."

   "That's fucking right, you sweet bitch," I said.  "I love it when you're
wet, when you cum on my cock.  I so much want to knock your black ass up."

   "Then do it," she whimpered.  "Fuck the shit out of my black pussy with
your white dick.  Make me feel it up to my womb, make me juice and cum and
impregnate the fuck out of me."

   I was edging on incoherence now, feeling Bertha's luscious cunt drench
my burgeoning prick as I pummeled it into her open cunt.  Her
responsiveness drove me to fulfill my dream of swelling her big belly even
further with my own mulatto seed.

   "Oh fuck you, fuck you, bitch," I cried.  "I fucking love your black
ass."

   Bertha whimpered.  "Say it, call me your nigger bitch.  Tell me you own
my ass and all my shit is yours.  My pussy, my kids, my life.  Tell me
Jules.  Let me hear you claim me."

   I growled at this woman who so recently pounded my ass into painful
oblivion with her double-dildo.  "That's fucking right," I said.  "You're
my fucking black nigger bitch now.  Your kids belong to me.  Your cunt and
asshole belong to me.  I fucking own your cock-sucking life....."

   I paused as I panted and ground into her balls deep.  Then I added,
"...and you own mine."

   "Fuck you, you honky motherfucker!" Bertha screamed and came hard onto
my dick, sending a flood of juice down my cock and soaking my balls.  As
she did I drove my cock as deep into her quaking cunt and I could and
released a blast of cum into her I did not believe I had.

   "You motherfucking peckerwood," she groaned.  "You're cumming up my
pussy.  You're creaming my nigger cunt with your caucasion sperm.  Fuck me
deep, Jules.  Knock up your nigger whore."

   "I want you to be my exclusive nigger whore," I admitted as a thrill
shot up and down my body, prompting me to hunch hard and deep into her wide
open pussy hole.  "But only mine."

   "Oh fuck yes, I'm yours, sweetheart," she sighed as her cum began to
subside.  "I may fuck the hell of out Richard's boy cock, but I only belong
to you."

   "That's good enough for me," I murmured.  then added "Oh shit, Bertha,
that was good."

   "Ain't nothin' like a good quickie with the man you love," panted
Bertha.

   "Don't Move, " I said.  "Not yet."

   As I ordered her to stay still, my dick dropped out of her loose pussy
and both her cunt and my cock dripped our juices onto the floor.  I stepped
back and continued to admire her big voluptuous ass.  I felt the odd
sensation of desire without lust.  I dropped down to worship that beautiful
ass and her wrinkled brown asshole but without the sexual drive I'd had
when I first saw her.  I just wanted to kneel and offer supplication to
this adorable woman who was taking me into her cunt and life, and giving
herself over to me.  It was both an honor and a greater responsibility than
I'd ever taken on.  With such thoughts I began kissing her ass, I heard her
moan softly as I pulled apart her fleshy ass cheeks and drove my tongue
deep into her ass tunnel as I could.

   "Oh you white sonofabitch," she crooned.  "Eat my shitty asshole."

   It was my turn to groan in pleasure because I tasted more than a hint of
shit, if less than the substance itself.  That stirred me somehow, without
a direct sexual desire as it would have if I hadn't been so thoroughly
drained, but there was still something deeply gratifying about the warm
bitter taste of Bertha's shit on my tongue.  I can't adequately explain
this fascination, but its effects were incredibly satisfying.  After a bare
thirty seconds of this heavenly adoration, I withdrew my tongue, the acrid
holy taste of her ass and shit lingering on the back of my tongue, and I
tunneled my hungering mouth up to her pussy and sucked at the creamy elixir
of our mingled cum juices now being exuded from her cunt.  It was much
creamier than the taste of my sperm, but had more body than her pussy
cream, and was much stronger than the similar concoction I had recently
drank from Melissa's sweet cunt.  I took a mouthful of it, stood up, turned
Bertha to face and and said "Taste us," Then kissed her.  She sucked at my
tongue with a deep seated groan and kissed me back.

   After the kiss, she leaned her forehead to mine and said, "I love that
shit, You are a totally nasty motherfucker and I love the way you do."

   I smiled.  "You're pretty nasty yourself....and you know something..." I
froze.  I realized I had to tell her about Jaleesa.  I said, "I think we
better sit down.  I have something to tell you."

   Just then, of of the corner burst Jaleesa.  "No Momma, I gotta tell you
my stuff first."

   Bertha was stunned.  She turned to look at her daughter.  "Jalessa?  How
long you been standing there?"

   "I saw Jules come in and start feeling on you, then I saw you fuck him
and then I saw him suck at your booty and your pussy.  Then I saw you kiss
and swap that nasty cum back and forth."

   "Well shit," said Bertha, thinking quickly.  "Haven't I told you never
to enter a room in this house without knocking first.  This is the kind of
shit you see and interrupt.

   I nodded.  But I was not afraid of what Jaleesa might say.  Bertha
already knew about me and my predilections, as I did hers.  It was what I
had to tell her that might send her on a rampage of destruction, that
Jaleesa was now part of our collective sex circle, and that her own
preferences were for having all her tiny prepubescent holes plugged a the
same time.

   "That's silly Momma, I don't care about that.  I know you fuck a lot.  I
always knowed that.  But Momma, let me tell you.  Did you know Jules and
Melissa eat each other's shit?  Isn't' that sick?"

   Bertha stared at her daughter, then asked.  "How do you know that?"

   "Rachel and Richard told me," she said.  "They told me Jusles is a
pervert and likes to fuck little girls."

   "That all they told you?" demanded Bertha.

   Jalessa stiffened.  "No," she said.  "Richard said you butt-fucked Jules
with a big rubber double dick."

   "What?" screamed Bertha.  She looked at me with death in her eyes.

   "Bertha darling," I said reaching for her.  "I think we need to talk
about this before we take any action."

   Bertha pushed me away and grabbed hold of a kitchen chair to hold on to.
She pulled it out from the table and said, "Sit the fuck down.  Both of
you."

   The three of us then sat around the kitchen table and I said "You know
how kids are, They blurt out things when they're not on guard.  The kids
were all talking and it came out before anybody could caution them." Then I
added, "But that's all they said."

   p stared at me, seeing that her preference for fucking little boys was
still a secret from her kids.  She sighed heavily, then turned her
attention to Jaleesa.  "Why were you talking shit about sex, girl?  You too
curious for your own good?"

   I spoke up then, "That's kind of what I needed to talk to you abut," I
said.  "There's something I think you should know."

   "No!" squealed Jaleesa, jumping up.  "It's not true Momma.  What he says
is all lies.  Don't believe him Momma."

   "Wow, what the fuck is this about?"

   I said, "I think Jalessa thinks you will be mad if you find out what I
want to tell you." I paused for thought, the said.  "I think you'll be mad,
but not at her or the kids when you find out.  "

   Then I turned to Jaleesa and said, "Okay Jaleesa, I'll tell you what. 
I'll keep your secrets if you promise that you will completely stop all
that stuff, and I mean all of it until you tell your mother about it
yourself."

   "But-" Bertha said.

   I looked hard at my boosomy lover.  "I make the final decisions now,
don't I, Bertha." You agreed before.  If you have changed your mind tell me
now."

   Bertha glared, "Honey, next time I ram my dildo up your ass, I'm going
make you scream all fucking night long."

   I grinned sheepishly, "I have no doubt of that, baby.  But this still
goes if I say it does.  Right?"

   "Right," mumbled Bertha, "Fucking self-righteous honky motherfucker."

   I leaned over and kissed her full lips.  She reluctantly kissed me back.

   Jaleesa moved to sit down on her mother's lap and I went on.  "Okay
Jalessa, either you can promise to never do this stuff again, or you can
tell your Momma.  It's up to you.  Jaleesa looked at me.  I could see a
serious conflict going on inside her.  She was torn between committing to a
sexless existence or telling the truth and incurring her mother's wrath or
as a final option, lying and saying she would behave but sneaking around
with Richard when no one was paying attention, but that would cost her her
new found cum trigger.  She had just discovered how it felt to have a real
orgasm.  She had had two now, and she knew how good it could feel to really
cum.  Would she have to give that up if she chose dishonesty.  Finally she
lowered her head in shame and said softly, "Tell her." Then she looked up
to her mother and said.  "I'm sorry Mommy.  Please don't be mad."

   Bertha hugged her little girl tight and looked coldly into my eyes. 
"Well?  Tell me, motherfucker." she demanded.

   I said, "First of all, I want you to know Jaleessa didn't do anything
wrong.  We found out something about Jalessa and Richard that they'd kept
secret for quite a while.  Just a kid secret, really, but it's important
because of where it comes from and all the special relationships we've
started building around Jaleesa as a result.  I guess it adds to the
complications a little bit."

   "Well," repeated Bertha, cuddling her little girl who was also staring
razor blades at me, ready to deny anything I said.

   I asked bluntly, "Did you have any clients or friends named James who
you used to see regularly?" I asked.

   Berta's expression suddenly changed, a light dawning that told me she
knew where this was leading and didn't really want to go there.  Still, I
figured it was a necessary revelation, so I waited for her to speak.

   "Yes, there's a James who used to visit me.  He was a regular.  An over
the road truck driver," she said.  "Whenever he dropped into town he would
look me up and we would-you know."

   "Yeah, I know," I said.  "Did you leave him alone with Jaleesa very
often?"

   Bertha gasped, "Oh no.  He didn't." she looked at Jaleesa, "Baby, did
that motherfucker mess with you?"

   I looked at Jaleesa and asked, "You want to tell her or you want me
too?"

   "You tell her," Jalessa said softly, all guilt-ridden little girl now.

   "Okay," I said, "But you feel free to interrupt me anytime I get it
wrong or you need to add something."

   I said, "It seems that while you were seeing James, and he had the
opportunity to be alone with Jalessa, he convinced her that ass-fucking was
not really sex."

   "And dick rubbing and dick sucking," added Jalessa, now letting the
whole cat out to he bag.

   I looked at Jaleesa and smiled, "That I didn't know.  You didn't mention
that."

   "I was ashamed," said Jaleesa.

   "No need to be ashamed," I told Jaleesa and reached for her.  She let me
touch her shoulder without pulling away.  "Anyway, James taught her to do
do that stuff, and Jalessa found out she sort of liked it."

   "Oh baby," sighed Bertha lovingly, "I'm so sorry.".

   I smiled and said, "Anyway, as time went on, and when Jalessa would come
over to visit, she convinced Richard to try butt-fucking.  They both liked
it, Richard could nut up Jaleesa's ass and they could have a special secret
between them."

   "Do you cum from your butt?" Bertha asked Jalessa.  "You like that
little shit slut, Melissa?"

   "No," I answered for her.  "We found that Jaleesa likes butt-fucking and
all that stuff, but she doesn't cum that way."

   Bertha was not to be deterred from her own interrogation.  "Is there a
way the little cunt does orgasm?" she said, still cuddling her daughter
like a baby, but directing her ire and suspicion at the white man in the
room.  For her part, Jaleesa seemed grateful to me for taking the brunt of
her mother's criticism.

   I sighed, ready for the storm, "Yes there is.  She just happens to be
the kind of girl who needs a lot of stimulation to orgasm.  She needs to
have her clitoris stimulated, but she also needs to have it triggered by a
dick in her mouth, and it also helps to have a dick up her ass at the same
time."

   "Oh my God!" squealed Bertha, then laughed at the imagery involved.  But
then she turned a heated eye, which is better than her cold anger, but
still a danger to all concerned.  "And how the fuck did you find this out."

   "The hard way?" I said/questioned, hoping that would be enough
information.  It wasn't.

   "What does that mean?" Bertha demanded.

   I looked at Jaleesa, then to my inner soul and said, "After I got
through packing my stuff, and fucked the shit out of Melissa's pussy, I
stepped into my living room to find Jaleesa bent over my sofa, that hot
little butt up in the air and Richard's young cock fucking her like a pro.
She seemed to be enjoying it till they got busted, but when I told them to
finish, I saw that even though Richard was getting ready to cum, Jaleesa
wasn't really close, so.....  I offered her my limp dick to suck on and had
Melissa lick her pussy." I saw Jaleesa try to hide between her mother's
pillowy tits.  "That got her off, which by the way, was also the first time
she had ever cum."

   "You had my little girl suck on your slimy dick, your little butt-slut's
pussy cream still covering it?"

   I saw the volcano getting ready to blow, but could do little else but
offer up my hairy ass as a sacrifice, not in the fun way either.

   "Yes, I'm afraid so," I admitted and little Jaleesa came long and hard.
Her very first orgasm if I understood right."

   "That right?" she finally turned her attention back to Jaleesa.

   "Yes, Momma," said Jaleesa meekly.

   Bertha looked at me with a calculating eye, "Either you are the best
mind fucker the world has ever known or you have been sent from God on high
to help our fucked up family.  That's my view on this, motherfucker," she
said to me critically.  "And I can't for the life of me tell which is which
these days.  Every time I figure we got all this shit figured out,
something like this happens.  Then when I think you ought to be cut up and
thrown to the jackals, I find out that somehow you were actually helping
the people I love." Then her eyes teared up, "And I'm in love with you, you
sick motherfucker.  I'm in love with your perverted crazy ass."

   I scooted my chair over to Bertha and wrapped her in my arms.  She
mashed her big titties into me, capturing Jalessa between us, and encircled
the child in both our arms.  Then she kissed both me and her slut daughter,
covering our faces with her full lips.  But there was an ironic smile on
her face and tears in her eyes when she said to Jaleesa.  "You cum good,
Baby?  Does it make you cum like a bitch when your getting your asshole
fucked, your pussy licked and old Jules's cock spurting his cum up in your
mouth?"

   "He didn't cum,Momma., Jaleesa said.  "His peter didn't even get hard
while I sucked it.  It just tasted good while I was getting fucked.  He
told me when I suck a dick, it sends a signal to my pussy to make good
feelings, and if I got somebody playing with my pussy, or even if its me
playing with it at the same time, I can cum good."

   Bertha looked at me accusingly, "You couldn't get your dick up for my
baby?" she said, as if this were a crime instead of the other way around.

   "No," I said.  "I had just had a ball-busting fuck with Melissa.  She
had me all the way up in her womb and drained the shit out of me.  I didn't
think I would be able to get a hard-on for the next week when we were
done."

   Bertha smiled mysteriously, "But you didn't seem to have any trouble
getting that white pecker hard for my wet cunt," she said.  "How come a
pretty little girl can't suck you back to life but I can?"

   I grinned, "Simple baby, I may have a thing for sexy little girls," and
I tickled Jaleesa who laughed as I did.  "But what you do is magic.  When
nothing and nobody can get me hard, you do.  I thought I already told you
that."

   "You did," Bertha said.  "But I didn't know it was true."

   Jaleesa suddenly latched on this idea, "You mean Melissa couldn't make
you hard if she sucked your dick right now?"

   "Nope," I said.

   "Rachel?" she tested.

   "Not a bit," I said.  "And little Rachel really gets off on sucking a
dick."

   "Like me," wondered Jaleesa.

   I made a harumphing sound.  "Not really.  She likes it when a guy is
cumming.  She wants to suck every drop.  She doesn't care about the play
and taste of the dick like you do.  You are the kind of girl who can make a
guy feel like she really loves his dick.  Rachel is very clear about
wanting the cum, with or without any dick sucking to go with it."

   Jaleesa smiled with satisfaction that hers was a special preference.

   I looked to Bertha, "You still mad?"

   Bertha's eyes lit up in fire again, "Oh, I'm still mad, " she said.  "If
I ever see James again, I'll do my best to kill the motherfucker.  The son
of a bitch despoiled my eldest daughter and turned her into a freak as
well." Then she looked at Jaleesa.  "Don't you ever let a motherfucker
convince you that something isn't really real just because that's what they
want you to do."

   "I know, Momma.  Jules already told me that."

   "Bet he told you that while you were sucking his dick, didn't he?"

   "No," said Jaleesa as if it might matter.  "He said it after.  While he
was yelling at Richard for fucking me without you knowing about it."

   "Oh," she smiled.  "You may have just saved Jules's asshole from
destruction." Bertha said looking at me.

   "No I didn't," Jaleesa informed her mother.  "We made a deal that he
could only fuck my butt if Melissa was using your double dick to fuck him a
the same time."

   Bertha sat up like a shot.  "You made a deal," she said to me.

   I swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect.

   "I guess I did," I agreed.

   "And Melissa is going to try to tear up your asshole like I did?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "I told her I'd agree because it would be worth it to
get up Jaleesa's sexy butt."

   Bertha kissed Jaleesa on the forehead and shocked me with another turn
of mind.  She asked Jaleesa.  "It is okay if I help?" she said.

   "Help?" said Jaleesa.

   "Yeah, if we're going to let Melissa tear up Jules's butt for getting up
your baby asshole, I'd like to at least be able to give the little bitch
instructions on how to hurt the motherfucker good."

   "Damn," I said.  "you really are mean."

   "Damn fucking right," said Bertha.  "We all got our places in this
house, I'm the mean ass-fucking bitch."

   I said, with a genuine humility, "I guess that means me taking Jalessa's
virginity is completely out of the question."

   "What the fuck!" exclaimed Bertha, not breaking our embrace, but
certainly going stiff in my arms.

   "I guess not," I said.

   "Why the fuck you want to bust my baby's cherry," demanded Bertha.  "You
already get her ass.  You up in Melissa's hot little snatch all you want.
Your fucking my ass like a man possessed, and you've already knocked up
Viola for Christ's sake.  What more do you want?  all my baby's pussys
too."

   I tried to suppress any gleam of hope in my eyes as I half lied, "No. 
That's not it.  I was wondering if Jaleesa might get a stronger cum if she
could get both vaginal and clitoral stimulation at the same time.

   "Vaginal and clitoral?" chided Bertha.  "Now you going all technical
when what you really mean is you want to fuck my baby up her ass and pussy
at the same time to see if she squirts like a porn star, right?"

   "I guess, kind of," I said, thinking of backing off but unable to break
the hug of death Bertha had me in.

   "But I still want to suck somebody," interjected Jaleesa, confessing her
need.

   "See," I said.  "That appears to be pretty important to her."

   Bertha concentrated on the logistics of busting her baby's cherry,
getting her off properly and still having me get buggered into oblivion at
the same time.

   I broke in, "Why don't you do it?"

   "What?" chimed both mother and daughter.

   "Well, lets say you get a smaller dick for that strap on and Richard
offers up his cock for Jaleesa's sexy mouth while I fuck her plump little
ass.  That will still allow Melissa to assfuck me the way she wants."

   "No," said Bertha flatly.  "I don't want Jaleesa's first dick up her
cunt to be a dildo.  I think I got a a baby sized dildo for for Melissa and
a full sized prick for your ass, but then let's have Richard bust her
cherry.  That's kids fucking kids and that doesn't seem so evil to me for
some reason.  You still get to fuck her asshole since it's already broke
in. James definitely had a full sized dick." she confided as She looked at
Jaleesa and studied her.  "Baby," she said.  "Do you think you might be
happy sucking a pussy or does it have to be a dick in your mouth?"

   Jaleesa was surprised at this suggestion.  She had probably never
considered licking another girl's cunt."

   "I don't know momma.  I ain't never tried that."

   "We'll try it tonight," Bertha said.  "You're already a little
cock-sucking backdoor whore.  If we can introduce you into eating pussy,
and if it helps you cum, we can avoid adding any more strangers into this
mix.  It's already too complicated for my tastes." Then she looked at me.
"Viola and me can get Richard all ready for the fuck ceremony, and you and
the kids can fuck around till all the pussies are wet and your cock is
hard. Jaleesa can ride Rich while I direct everybody so we can avoid a
train wreck of mangled dicks and shredded pussys.  And that way I can look
after my little girl and make sure she gets the pleasure she deserves while
you get the assfucking you deserve at the same time."

   Since Jaleesa seemed content to have her mother negotiate her
defloration, it made me want to see something.  I pulled back, dropped one
of Bertha's shoulder straps, reached down her open top and hefted out a
beautiful black mammary, topped with a huge aureola and a thick dark
nipple. I kissed it, sucked at the nipple and bit it lightly, causing it to
stiffen and protrude proudly, then I offered it to Jaleesa.  "Suck on that,
sweetheart, see if you like that while I talk to your Momma."

   Jaleesa seemed to have no problem with suckling at Bertha's big titty. I
patted her head and kissed her cheek, then said, "You like that, baby?"
Jaleesa nodded yes and settled in contentedly.

   I turned my attentions back to Bertha.  "I like your idea," I agreed, my
dick still soft and my thought still emanating from my brain, but shrewdly.
"But I'd like to add a condition."

   "What's that," asked Bertha.

   Seeing her sitting as she was, in her housedress but braless, pantiless
and with Jaleesa suckling on her like a baby, I felt a hunger for this big
woman I could not express in words.  It ran deeper than sex because my dick
was still unconscious.  It was about something else.

   I watched as Bertha's eyes closed in a kind of motherly contentment,
when she opened her eyes there was a dreamy quality to them I had only been
able to imagine before.  Then I spoke.  "When we're done, when Jaleesa's
virginity is taken and every body has had an orgasm, then I want you so
suck my cock clean, suck the same shitty cock Melissa is going to use on me
clean, and then suck on Richard's cock till you get a second mouthful of
cum from him.

   Bertha started with a surprised jerk of anticipation.

   "You mean that?" she asked.

   "Yep," I said.  "I don't want you to get away without active
participation and being debauched right along with the rest of us." I said
to the titty sucking Jaleesa, "Would you like to see that?" I asked her. 
Jaleesa nodded yes and sucked even harder at her mother's turgid teat.

   Finally, I said, "We'd better schedule that for tomorrow.  I don't think
even your magic could get this well worn dick up.  Anybody needing dick
fucking had better go to Richard for servicing for the rest of the day."

   Bertha laughed, "Exactly the words I wanted to hear," she said.  Then
she turned to Jaleesa.  "Girl, you may have been tricked into the sex shit
to start with, but I don't want it to happen to your little sisters.  Got
that?" Then to me, "Can you keep your hands off them?"

   "Just their pussies and asses, or completely?  I asked.

   "No pussy and asses, no fondling, no 'teaching them' anything" she said.
"I may not have been able to save Jaleesa, but I don't want my other little
girls fucked up if I can avoid it."

   "Understood," I agreed.  and started to get up to leave.  "Where you
going?" Bertha demanded.

   "To put away my clothes," I answered.  '

   "No, stay.  I wan you here while I finish cooking."

   "Sure," I agreed, happy to keep her company.

   Bertha then pulled her sweet titty from Jaleesa's mouth and told her to
get back to the other kids.  Jaleesa left the room a much happier and more
content little girl.  Bertha reset her shoulder strap, got back up and went
back to the stove.

   She looked over her shoulder.  "You are some motherfucker," she said
flatly.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You've fucked up everything and made it all better at the same time,"
she said.  Its like you tore down the curtain between what we were trying
to show the world and what's really going on in our lives.  I had no idea
My little girl was a butt fucking freak."

   "And I wouldn't have thought much of it, not even to mention it to you,
if it hadn't been for the way she got into it," I said.  "When I first saw
what was happening, first heard that she and Richard had been playing this
way for quite a while, I didn't really think much about it.  It was only
when she started talking about how it wasn't really sex because she had
been tricked into it, that I figured an intervention was needed."

   "By intervention, you mean your dick in my baby's mouth, right?"

   "No," I said, "I may have been wrong to do that, and I may see shit to
my best advantage a lot of the time, but the intervention I felt needed to
take place was to bring it to your attention."

   "Even if it meant I go off on your ass with my pistol?"

   "Even then," I said.  "Jaleesa is more important than my dick, or my
life, it it came down to it."

   "Don't fret about it," Bertha said.  "I'm not.  I know who you are.  I
know you're a fucking opportunist.  I don't think you'd ever rape or trick
a little girl into sex like that motherfucker James did, but if she's
already been corrupted, you'll slide right in with your dick in your hand
aimed directly for her mouth, ass and pussy, and show her how sex is good
when it's done with love.  It's almost right when you do it as part of your
perverted psychological process.  I know you, baby, and I wish I was more
like that.  You put me alone in a room with a little boy and I'll do
fucking anything to get his little dick in my mouth."

   I grinned.  "Yeah but that's the difference between girls and boys. 
I've never heard a guy say he was in any way damaged by getting his dick
sucked by an older woman, related or not."

   She had finished cooking the food now and was starting to maneuver it
into bowls for serving.  I was smiling to myself.  We may be the most
dysfunctional patch-worked family ever tossed together, but it felt so
delightfully domestic I didn't give a fuck.  This was the life I longed
for, with the added dimension of honesty mixed in.  The people I was
sharing this house with accepted me for who I was and allowed me inside
their own tortured lives with trust and love.  I accepted them as well.  We
were truly putting the Harmonia philosophy into practice in our own
fucked-up way and it felt wonderful

   Suddenly Bertha turned to me, leaned across the kitchen counter and
said, "You got any plan for us, Jules.  You given any thought how you want
this situation to go?"

   I stood up and walked to her, took her in my arms and kissed the big
breasted, big bellied, big assed woman.  "I have," I said.  "At least I
have a scheme.  I don't know how it it will work but its an idea."

   "Tell me," she said.  "I'll get behind it if I can."

   "Okay," I said.  "Mind you it's just an idea, but it is long term idea.
I would like to get us all a nicely sized but affordable house.  I would
like to get the kids all funneled into schools that suit their talents and
intelligence.  I would like to get Viola into a program that would let her
be productive in her own right, and I'd like to get you into something that
is right for you."

   "Don't fret about that, Jules.  This is what's right for me.  Cooking
for the people I love.  Being a bigger part of my kids lives.  Loving a man
who loves me back."

   I smiled.  "Thanks, baby," I said and kissed her again.  "I'll hold you
to that."

   "Please do," she said.  "Now what else."

   "Okay," I said.  "I had been trying to keep this to myself, going
through it to see if its really workable, or if its a bullshit fantasy I've
concocted for myself."

   "Well?" she said reaching dow and grabbing me by my balls, then
squeezing, and biting my lower lip at the same time, "Tell me."

   When she released my lower lip, but not my balls I said, "It's this, I
would like to wind up married to you and have joint custody of all the
kids."

   She looked at me both hopefully and questioning., "How?"

   "Well, what if I first married Viola, with her agreement and
understanding, got power of attorney and custody of her kids.  Then, after
a reasonable amount of time, or not so reasonable, whatever the law would
allow, she an I divorced amicably, with us all still living together, but
with me becoming the legal guardians of Richard, Melissa and Rachel, along
with the little bastard presently in her belly, which we could by then
unbastardize.  After the divorce, if you would be willing to have me,
knowing all my faults and shortcomings, I'd like to marry you, adopt your
kids as my own along with the little bastard I'm trying to plant in your
belly and creating a big motherfucking interracial harmonious clan."

   Bertha grabbed kissed me hard.  "Fuck yes!" she exulted.  "That's
fucking perfect, baby.  Then we all live together and all share in
responsibility of the kids and Viola too."

   "You got it," I said.

   "Let's do it," she said.

   "Do you think Viola will agree," I asked.

   "We will sure as fuck find out," she said.  I'll talk to her about it
after dinner."

   "You want me to be there,"

   "No baby," she smiled.  "If you're there it would just turn into another
fuck session.  Besides, Vi's my girl.  She trusts me and I'll make sure
she's taken care of regardless."

   "Good," I smiled.  "I'm glad you like the idea."

   "Like it, Jules.  I love it."

   "Oh yeah, one other thing," I said.

   "What's that baby?" she said as she massaged may balls and rubbed my
cock against her belly.

   "I want us all to go to the church Viola and I are part of.  I think it
will be good for the kids, for you and for me.  They may seem a bit
strange, because their focus tends to be more on service rather than making
money for the church itself, like a lot of churches these days.  But if I'm
right, its likely to help us deal with the shit we have before us as well
as bring us even closer together."

   "We'll give it a try," Bertha shrugged.  "Can't hurt."

   I almost laughed at myself then.  I had thought I would need to to put
together a full fledged presentation, with charts, diagrams and a
pornographic slide show to sell my idea, but we'd managed to do it in less
tha five minutes in the kitchen.  As time went on, this turned out to the
case in most situations.  Bertha and I would hammer out ideas, solutions,
conflicts, plans and bathing schedules in our kitchen, usually as part of
the aftermath of some meaningful sexual activity.

   Bertha said with more than a bit of disappointment as she toyed with my
soft cock, "I guess this fucker really is used up for the day," she said.

   I grinned and said.  "Lucky for you it's not the only dick in the
house."

   She grinned back.  "You nasty motherfucker.  You know exactly what I
like." She paused, "You don't mind if I keep fucking Richard?"

   "Not a problem," I said, "As long as its my baby we pop up in your womb.
I am jealous that way."

   "I'll keep rubbers handy and make sure the boy knows my mouth and
asshole are a lot tighter than my pussy," she said.

   "I love your pussy," I countered.

   "You're the exception, honey." she said.  "And that's why I'll be your
wife."

   We kissed again.  "I love kissing your cock-sucking mouth," I said
softly.

   "And I love sucking on your shit eating tongue." she added.  Then she
pushed me away and said.  "Help me set the table motherfucker."

   Fifteen minutes later the call went through the house to come to dinner.
The table was just big enough to accommodate all ten members of our
hodge-podge family.  During the meal, Bertha let Viola know they needed to
talk.

   After the meal, the kids were assigned the jobs of clearing the table
and washing the dishes.  I was able to scurry into the living room, put my
clothes in Viola's room where I was to share the bed with the two full
grown women of the house, but I kind of looked forward to handing that
position over to Richard for the night and taking a full night's sleep on
the sofa.

   Melissa came out of the kitchen and let me know she was impatient to
tear up my asshole with Bertha's double dong.  I demurred for the evening
and explained our plan as best I could, and that it would take place the
following night.

   I said.  "I got nothing left but cuddles for tonight sweetheart."

   Melissa accepted this with only a little reservation, then headed to the
girls bedroom.  When Bertha's three youngest came by me on the sofa, they
gave me a wide berth.  I didn't even try to approach any of them.  Keeping
them safe from me was my job as well as their mother's.  If the little
girls could have a relatively normal life, more power to them, and I would
support them from afar.  I did not have a problem with that.  The rest of
the evening went quietly for me.  I saw Richard enter his mother's bedroom
and exit about an hour later, looking totally satiated and at peace with
the world.  Then Vi came out and sat with me in a sweet cuddle.  After a
bit, she told me, "Bertha told me about your plan."

   "what do you think of it?"" I asked.

   "Its good for me, long as you don't expect me to stop fucking black
men."

   "Of course not," I said.  "Just so long as you carry my baby to term."

   "I'll do my best," she said, curling up with me.  "And its okay about
you getting joint custody of my babies, then marrying Bertha and adopting
her kids too.  That way I know my children with be taken care of."

   "You too, Vi." I said.  holding her hand.  "Some people need a little
added support.  Now you can get it on a daily basis from people who love
you.  We'll help you stay grounded and on your meds.  Just try not to bring
your men home to fuck them if you can.  The kids know what's going on, but
it would be better if they didn't see it.  At the same time, I don't want
you to take risks.  Always use rubbers.  Don't go anyplace suspicious with
anybody suspicious.

   "It'll be a lot better if I can get in a vocational school," she said.

   "I agree.  Lots of black cock to be had from guys who should not be
trying to fuck you up in the process."

   Viola smiled., "And I can always get some black dick right at home," she
said.  "My boy has a fine black dick."

   "True enough," I agreed.  "Then you will do it?"

   Viola kissed my cheek and said, "I'd love to be your wife, Jules.  And
you can fuck my little girls as much as you want, as long at they want to,
that is."

   As if to answer the call Rachel suddenly burst out of her room where she
had been playing with Jaleesa, Latrina and Shenice, "I gotta go to the
toilet," she announced, but instead of heading to the bathroom she walked
over to the sofa grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me, toilet."

   Vi laughed and Rachel giggled.  I just accepted my role, not at all
unhappily, and accompanied the five year old to the rest room.  Latrina saw
this and looked at us curiously as we went into the bathroom and locked the
door behind us.

   "Lay down in the bathtub, she said.  "I need to pee and doo doo.  You're
gonna drink my pee pee and eat my doo doo..  Okay?"

   The okay wasn't really a question.  Besides, this was a sweet dream for
me.

   "My pleasure, Rachel honey.  " I said.  "That's my idea of paradise."

   Rachel giggled and waited for me to position myself in the bath tub."

   With no preamble she pulled her jeans and cotton undies all the way
down, then squatted over my face.  "Pee pee first," she said and settled
onto my open mouth with practiced ease.  I immediately tasted her tart
urine spray and drank my fill of that dank nectar.  She sighed in
contentment as she pissed and looked down at my face to see me looking back
up to her as she finished.  I started licking at the droplets of piss
residue around her baby cunt but she stopped me, saying.  "Wait till I
finish to clean me up.  I still need to doo doo in your mouth.  Then you
can clean me all up in my butthole and then you can clean out my pussy too,
and give me a cum when you do it.  Okay?"

   She was talking to me like she would a playmate, if that playmate
happened to be drinking her whizz.  It was a question that wasn't really a
question and I answered with a nod as she altered her position.  I helped
by positioning her chubby little butt properly over my face and made sure
her tiny anal aperture was right above my mouth.  Then she squatted down to
cover my shit eating mouth with her shit generating asshole.  I lapped at
the little aperture, breathing through my nose until I felt it start to
open up.  I probed and immediately tasted the rank musk of her baby turds.

   "Here it comes," I heard her announce.  "I'm gonna shit all up in your
mouth, Jules.  Make sure you get every little bit.  It's like your birthday
present."

   "Whose birthday," I wanted to say but before I could respond a solid
ball of little girl shit exploded into my mouth.  I tried to swallow but
was hit with another one before I could.

   "Ahh," groaned the five year old.  "I'm shittin' in your shit eating
mouth, Jules.  Is it good?  Do you like it?"

   I mumbled a yes and accentuated it by sucking her shit directly from her
asshole.  The result was a faceful of feces.

   "You're not eating it all," she complained and began rubbing her ass
over my face, caking on the thick brown feces.  "You need to eat it all,
Jules.  That's the rule,"

   I kept munching on her overflow of shit, amazed that a five year old
girl could produce so much.  Finally she finished.  "Wipe me good, Jules,
she said.  I don't want to smell like poop when I go out.  Mommy would get
mad." I kept working at it until I was full of her filthy baby gift.  Then
I began the job of cleanup.  I licked her butt cheeks clean and probed up
into her asshole as deeply as my tongue could go.

   "Oh, I like that," she mewled.  "Suck my butthole clean, Jules." After a
scant few minutes of this task, she shifted again and let me tongue her
pussy.  There was some shit smeared about from when she rubbed her shitty
ass all over my face and I cleaned that as well, then found her little cunt
was already moist from all my anal tonguing.  I kissed her baby pussy, and
probed the shallow little groove to her hymen.  I licked at that as well
and felt her shudder and heard her moan.  Then, when I was satisfied with a
job well done, when no inkling or taste of shit or urine remained, I began
to focus on her tiny bit of a clitoris.  I laved it gently and sucked at
it. She began to ride my face, to fuck my mouth with her hairless little
cunt until, with a final exultant moan, she bore down upon my face and gave
me the final ablution I craved.  She squirted her baby ejaculate in my
mouth and I feasted on it for the sweet desert it was.

   Finally she rose, pulled up her shorts and looked down at me.  "Thank
you, Jules.  That's the best poop I ever had," and hopped out of the tub
and ran out the door.  I heard the door open and slam shut, then began
cleaning my face, brushing my teeth and thought about purging.  I felt too
full and closed and locked the door, concentrated briefly, then emptied my
stomach of the little girl shit feast I had just devoured.  I had never
been sick from eating shit, despite the warnings I had heard.  Maybe my
constitution was just built for it.  I don't know.  But in this case, I had
just had a big dinner, and the amazing amount of poop my little chubby
dominatrix had produced had made me uncomfortably full.  So, I leaned over
the toilet, concentrated a bit and emptied my tummy as much as was needed
to feel comfortable again.  I flushed the shit down the drain and brushed
my teeth just in case I managed to kiss anybody the rest of the evening.  I
didn't want them to pull away in disgust.

   When I got back to the living room the kids were all watching TV.  As
soon as Melissa saw me she hopped up and ran to me.  "My turn," she said,
and pulled me back into the toilet with her.  She started skinning off her
jeans and I said.  "You need to use your toilet too, baby."

   "Nope," she said as she hopped into the bathtub and lay down.  "It's my
turn to eat your shit now.  I want to lick your your asshole and drink your
pee."

   I looked down at the lovely naked little girl with her perfect
complexion and flawless brown body.  She was offering her self to be my
toilet, demanding it actually.

   "You sweetheart, " I said, thinking how sexual satiation did not
necessarily mean a surcease of sexual activity.  "Of course I'll shit for
you.  But before I do, I want to make you feel really good." Then I leaned
by the tub and started toying with her delectable preteen body.  I stroked
her cheeks and arms, then ran my fingers over the little bumps of her
nipples, down her stomach and into the crease of her smooth hairless little
pussy.  She made little pleasure sounds of "Oo" and "Oh," then spread her
legs, giving me full access.  She looked up at me as her sweet pussy
started to juice up and wash my fingers with her precious preteen essence.
Once they were totally saturated with her pussy cream I raised them, first
to my nose to smell her and then to my mouth to taste her.

   "You are delicious, little darling," I whispered.

   "Are you going to pee for me?" she asked.  "Are you going to pee all
over me and let me drink it?"

   I felt an overwhelming tenderness for this little perverted girl.  Of
course I was going to piss on her.  All over her, baptizing her with a
perverse love and feeding her deviant desire.

   "I want to piss in your pussy and asshole too," I said.  "Will you let
me do that?"

   "Yes, please," she begged, "I want to feel your hot pee inside me.  All
over me.

   "And will you drink it?" I asked softly.

   "I love to drink your pee."

   "Piss," I said.  "Tell me you love to drink my smelly piss."

   "I love to drink your smelly piss," she repeated.  "Then I want you to
shit on me.  In my mouth."

   The way she said this, the meaning she poured into these filthy desires
brought tears fo joy and love to my eyes.

   "Why," I asked.  "Why do you want me piss on you and shit on you."

   "Because its nasty," she answered.  "And because it makes my puss wet
and makes it easy for me to cum."

   "Will you cum for me then?" I asked.  "I can't fuck you.  I'm fucked out
for the day.  But I want to see you cum.  You are so beautiful when you
cum."

   She smiled.  "I'll cum for you, you'll suck my pussy and asshole, stick
your finger all the way up my butt and I'll cum for you." She promised.

   I climbed into the tub with her and stood astraddle her.  "Open your
legs, pull your knees up so I can piss in your asshole too, and open your
sweet pee drinking mouth so I can piss into your mouth," I told her.

   Melissa happily acquiesced.  I was so lucky to have this little shit
slut to love and cherish, I thought to myself.  She is so fucking open to
me.  And to prove it I released my bladder, pouring out my yellow piss in a
direct stream on to her chest.

   "Oh!  It's hot," she squealed, then laughed.

   "Open your pussy hole for me, sweetheart," I said, and she spread that
sweet hole for me, exposing the lovely wet pink interior, made even more
beautiful with the contrast of her light brown skin.  I trailed my piss
down her stomach and right into that beautiful treasure, pissing into her
body and watching her gasp and writhe in ecstasy.

   "Its so hot!  Piss on me, Daddy Man.  Please piss all over me," she
piped in her little girl's voice, I aimed my stream at her pretty pearl of
pleasure, her clitoris, and a look of shocked ecstasy rippled across her
face and throughout her body.

   "Oh fuck, Daddy, you're making me cum from your pee," she squealed and
gasped again in pleasure.

   "Now open your asshole for me, piss cunt," I told her.  "Open that
pretty little asshole so I can piss right into your pleasure core."

   She didn't bother to ask what I meant, she just did her best to open up
that tiny, but well used aperture.  I aimed the strength of my piss stream
directly into her little shit hole.  She squealed again.

   "More!  More," she pleaded.

   "Baby girl," I promised when I saw how much she liked this.  "Next time
I fuck you in the ass I'll include a piss enema.  I'll pee right up into
your guts and tummy, but now let me pee in your mouth.  She stayed in
position as I quickly raised my flow of man strong urine up her body and
into the her open thirsty mouth.  I saw the pee fill her mouth and
disappear, swallow after swallow.

   "Drink that piss, sweetheart.  Drink all your daddy's piss."

   She looked at me with such love and devotion as I filled her little
belly with countless mouthfuls of piss, I fell in love with her all over
again.  She looked so beautiful, so devoted and loving.  This would happen
time and again in our life together.  I knew she treasured my piss as much
as I treasured hers, and this bound us in way no one else could understand.
It wasn't just a game.  It wasn't just a perversion.  It was a ritual of
desire.  Even now, with my prick limp and useless as a fuck tool, I felt it
deep in my soul.  My love for this child was to be a lifelong love.  All
the other relationships we each might develop over the years were rooted in
this one perverse and soul deep exchange.  The piss we drank pooled in our
tummys and gave us a feeling of full gratification.  It filled the empty
hole in each of our beings and gave them substance.  It may be sick and
psychologically abnormal, but we didn't give a fucking shit.  It was good
for us.  What more could lovers ask for.

   As my piss drained to a dribble I lowered myself till my knees were on
each side of her face and my lifeless cock dangling before her mouth.

   "Suck it for me," I said.  "Suck my soft and empty cock so I can see
your lovely face as you suck out my piss even when there's no cum left."

   She took me into her mouth and suckled.  It felt warm and wet and
soothing.  I closed my eyes as a last little dreg of pee drained from me
and she swallowed it all.  Then she spat out my dick and said, "Now shit
for me.  Let me see you shit.  Let me eat your shit.  Shit right in my
mouth."

   I looked down an her and said.  "Are you sure?"

   She nodded her head said simply, "Please.  I want it."

   I turned around and leaned forward to feast of her tiny cunt.  Before I
lowered my face to the sweetest morsel of human flesh God had ever deigned
design I told my child, "Suck my asshole while I eat your pussy and
asshole. I'll shit right in your mouth as I tongue fuck your little girl
cunt and ass.  So saying, I bowed my body so Melissa could reach my asshole
with her hungry mouth and so I could feed off her prepubescent honeyed
slit. I ate her out and felt her sucking and licking hungrily at my
asshole. Slowly I felt my bowels loosen and I pushed a grunting load of ass
fruit from my guts, down my anal tube and into this sweet girl's waiting
mouth.  I tasted a surge of pussy juice when my shit hit her mouth and I
ate at her even more hungrily.  The feeling was so incredibly satisfying to
know I was feeding such a beautiful child my shit and that each filthy
expulsion spurred the faucet of her baby cunt.  I kept shitting into her
face as I ate her out, now raising her hips up to feed off her slender ass
as well, digging my tongue deep into her open ass channel, then dropped her
hips back down to suck and lick, nibble and bite lightly at her immature
pussy lips, her baby clitoris, and dip again into the syrupy interior of
her loving cunt.

   She seemed to cum endlessly.  greedily shoveling mouthful after mouthful
of greasy man turds down her throat and into her ravenous little belly. 
This was a filthy love, nastier than simple lovemaking, something dark and
truly dirty, and we both loved every single second of it.  Finally
exhausted, she collapsed back onto the cool porcelain of the tub and went
still beneath me.  I pulled my face from her steaming streaming slit,
careful to raise my ass from her face and to turn to see my beautiful
little darling, as she gasped for breath with her face buried under a mound
of my shit.  Still, when she saw me looking at her, she used her own
fingers to stuff even more of my feces into her mouth and swallow it down
as if it were something holy rather than the filth it so obviously was.

   "I love you so much, Melissa," I said, "Can I kiss your shit eating
mouth?" Her lethargy seemed to disappear as she sprang up to kiss me deep,
feeding me my own shit as she continued to dine on it as well.

   "Do your really?" she asked, all little girl sincerity.  "Do you really
love a little shit whore."

   "But you are my little shit whore," I said.  "And I will love you
forever, or as long as I live, whichever comes first."

   She giggled, then beckoned me to come closer.  I covered her, hovering
over her messy face and she pulled me to her.  She kissed me.  "Eat shit,
little girl fucker!" she chided.  "I eat your shit.  I eat my shit, now you
eat your shit too."

   I kissed her deep and hungrily, the pulled aback and said honestly, "I
have to say I prefer your shit.  You shit is sexy.  My shit is just nasty."

   "But I love your nasty shit," she said.  "Your nasty piss too.  Your
piss tastes real strong, but I like it best."

   "And I like yours best, baby," I said.  "Sweet like lemonade.  And it
satisfies me better than Gatorade ever could."

   My little love giggled, a complete child once more.  Still covered with
the gooey mass of my filth, but more beautiful for that.

   "Come on, little shit slut," I said.  "Let's take a shower together."

   I closed the shower curtain and turned on the water.  In no time at all
we were sparking clean.  I asked Melissa how she felt and she said the shit
made her feel satisfied, like drinking my pee did, only fuller.  I
understood this, and said no more, but I did insist we both brush our teeh
and wash out our mouths before entering society again.  When I opened the
door, I watched Melissa skip over to her mother and climb up on the sofa
beside her, kissing her and asking if her breath was good.  Her mother
nodded that she was fine and Melissa was once again a happy little preteen
watching tv.

   I, on the other hand, was worn out.

   "I need to get some sleep, people," I said, "Where should I bunk out
tonight?"

   Bertha spoke up.  "you go sleep with Rachel and Melissa, Baby.  I thik
Viola and I would keep you up all night.  Richard can sleep with us."

   I fully understood what this meant.  Richard was in for a wild night
with two full grown women, one who craved boy meat and the other who lusted
for dark meat.  He fulfilled both their perversities at once, with the
added exciting taboo of being Vi's blood son.

   I grinned and headed to bed.  I undressed, but when I got to my
underwear, I decided to sleep in the nude and took them off.  If I was
still awake when the girls joined me I would suggest they do the same.  The
bed was a full sized bed.  I figured there was room for all three of us,
but I quickly marked out my section, right in the middle.  I hoped to have
one little angel on each side of me when I awoke the next moring.  Such
were my devious plans as I drifted off to sleep.

   12 - Midnight Snacks (Cumming Together With Rahel And Melissa)

   I awoke sometime in the night, most likely early morning.  Just as I'd
hoped I was the middle of a little naked black girl sandwich.  As I awoke,
I was happily surprised.  My dick had miraculously recharged.  It was
hardened and fully erect once again, nestled between the ass-cheeks of my
tubby short five year old, Rachel.  I quickly decided she would be my
midnight snack.  A true morsel of desire if I'd ever felt one.  I couldn't
help it.  I loved the little tubbette's pussy juice, pee tea, and even the
thought of eating out her shitty asshole spurred me to full consciousness.
I took a moment to think my dirty thoughts.  I wanted another full session
of her tiny treasures, but I didn't want to rouse her.  I wanted it to be a
sweet dream to her while I ate her up, took my pleasure with her and gently
eased her into an orgasmic peak.

   I wrapped my arms around her, cuddling and touching her with
whisper-light carresses.  Playing with her nipples, butterfly kisses to her
neck till she giggled and wriggled her baby-fat butt against my cock.  Then
I paused, let her seep back into deep sleep.  It was a late night
molestation, a loving rape since I didn't have her explicit permission, but
not quite rape since she had already proven so responsive to my perverse
desires.  Once I was warmed to my task, I carefully shifted about and
rolled her onto her back.  Then I took my sweet time kissing and licking my
way down her body, always aware of her state of consciousness.  I gently
laved at her puffy little fat girl nipples with my tongue, then gently
sucked each of them into my mouth.  She moaned softly but slept on and I
slowly, with more patience than I felt, kissed and licked at the tight
crease of her baby cunt, sucking ever so gently at the baby clit that
peeked out from its fleshy protective hood.  I didn't stop there.  I
continued my memorization of her precious body as I licked at her thighs,
her knees, her calves, ankles and toes.  I carefully sucked each little
pudgy toe into my mouth and licked them, making her moan in soft pleasure.
After my determined attention to the child's full body, including whispers
of "So sweet.  So beautiful," for she would never get anything but positive
reinforcement from me about her body shape and weight, I worked my way back
up her legs, her ankes, her calves, her thighs, until I was once again
facing her sweet and spit-slickened little girl pussy.  By now, she had
voluntarily spread her legs for me, offering me the core of her pleasure
source.

   Funny thoughts come to you as you slowly work your way down and up your
preteen lover's body, working at teasing them into full arousal without
waking them.  I was thinking the one thing I wanted for this ripe little
girl was good health.  Fuck all emaciated roll models.  I wanted my girls
to enjoy their bodies as they were.  I would never ask them to change, but
I would always encourage them to do right by themselves.  When I had
finally made my way down to the sleeping child's prepubescent virgin cunt,
she was seeping little girl juice.  It was sluicing down the crack of her
ass, just the way I wanted her.  I lovingly began to lap at her pussy
flesh, the immature lips, the sweet wet crease that hid her pink treasures,
down the crevice of her asscrack and over ther litle darkened anus.  I was
surprised when the little girl suddenly stirred and threw her legs up over
my shoulders.

   "Jules," she murmurred.

   "Yes, baby," I whispered.

   "You're licking my asshole," she said in a sleepy voice.

   "Yes, I am," I said so softly it was little more than my breath.

   She murmurred.  "Feels good."

   "Thank you sweetheart," I said and dropped my head back down to that
dark nether treasure.  I worked my tongue up into her welcoming shit hole
and she cooed in approval.  With her blessing, I began tongue fucking the
asshole of my favorite chubette.  It got me so hard I started stroking
myself, careful not to take myself to the point of no return.  I wanted to
deposit this load of sperm up my slender mulatto child's cunt who still
slept peacfully on the other side of me.  I had to be careful, because I
doubted I had regenerated more than one load of sperm through the short
night, but I wanted to fully enjoy both of Vi's girl children this night,
even as she was probably fucking the living shit out of her own son in the
room down the hall.

   I gradually switched my attentions from the pudgy five year old's
asshole back to her cunt.  I sucked and hummed into the undeveloped love
tunnel of this virgin slut.

   "Oh," she cooed.  "So good.  Jules you eat me so good."

   I briefly raised my head again from my loving debauchery and told her.
"I want you to cum for me, okay?  Can you do that?  Cum all over my fucking
face while I suck your lovely baby cunt?"

   "I'll cum.  I need to cum," whimpered the little girl.  I decided to
raise the stakes for the pre-shooler.  I wet my little finger with my mouth
and her pussy juice, then slid slowly it up into her butthole.  I was a
little surprised at how easily it went in, and just as surprised at how
well it worked.  She immediately hunched her pussy up into my mouth and
groaned inarticulately.  She grabbed me by my hair and pulled at it while
she fell into the ecstatic abyss of orgasm.  Fucking my face madly and
gasping wildly.  It took a full two minutes for her to reach the conclusion
of this bout of multiple preteen orgasms before she released my hair and
fell back into a listless semi-conscious state.

   "So good," she sighed happily.  "I liked it."

   "You like me?" I asked.

   "I love you, Jules." she smiled, then drifted back into deep sleep.  I
wondered if she'd ever actually been fully awake.

   I had no idea whether she would remember this only as a wonderful dream
of sexual fulfillment or as something real.  Either way, it had brought my
cock to such a painful erection I was determined to fuck the hell out of my
other little bedmate, Rachel's seven year old sister, my personal loving
shit slut and the most beautiful little girl I'd ever seen suck down piss,
shit or had butt-fucked, driving me to a shared simultaneous orgasm.

   I wrestled myself to face her side of the bed and up the bed to her
curled up form.  I spooned her and pulled her naked little bubble butt
tight against my groin.

   "I need to fuck you," I whispered into her ear.

   "Mmm," she murmured, and said sleepily, "Fuck me all you want, Jules. 
My pussy.  My ass.  Whatever you want.  You can do anything you want to
me."

   Hearing her say that, a seven year old child, but also my one true love,
made my dick lurch and my I squeezed her to me.

   I began licking at her ear and probing inside it with my tongue.  She
wriggled against me and rubbed my cock with her butt.  "Fuck me in my
asshole and my pussy both," she said, still semi-consious.  "Make me cum
from my butt, then cum all the way up in my pussy and make me cum there
too. "

   "Some day I'm going to knock you up," I whispered to her.  "Just like I
have your mom."

   "I know that," melissa purred in half dream, half waking whispers.  "And
Bertha too.  I think you'll knock up Jaleesa too when she's old enough, but
not Rachel.  I think Richard's going to knock up Rachel."

   I smiled at the knowing way Melissa foretold such a wonderful diviant
future.  I could only hope even a portion of it would come true.  Meanwhile
I fully intended to complete my midnight rape of this delectable girl
child.

   I manipulated my cock to the child's pussy.  This was one of the few
sources of lubircation I had at hand and I told myslf to make sure I got a
full set of lubicants, sex toys and even condoms and placed them in the
girl's room.  I never wanted to hurt my fuck babies, even if molesting them
was my full time compulsion and hobby of choice.

   I began swiping my cock over the mouth of Melissa's tight cunt.

   "No, Jules." she insisted in her sleepy voice.  "in my butt first.  I
want to cum from my butthole."

   "I know," I whispered softly into her ear, "but I want to get my dick
wet first.  I don't want it hurt you going in."

   Fuck my mouth first, then," the child suggested.  "Stick it down into my
throat like you did before and fuck my face.  Then it will get all
slippery."

   Then she just opened her mouth and waited for me.  I shook my head in
disbelief.  Even when semi-conscious, my little fuck toy conspired with me
to fuck the shit out of her.  I rose up and straddled her chest, I fed the
semi-sleeping child the head of my dick and she accepted it without
complaint.  She didn't suck it.  She didn't lick it.  She just lay
listlessly allowing me to use her mouth and face.  I switched positions so
I could fuck down into her thoat more easily.  My balls were dangling over
her chin and my ass was just above her forehead.  She gurgled as I slid my
cock slowly into the depths of her mouth.

   "Swallow," I told her as I forced my pole all the way down her throat. I
felt her esophagus ripple around my intruding cock, until I was balls deep,
then I drew it back out.  "Fuck that feels so good," I groaned softly.

   Melissa gurgled unintelligably and I once again forced the lenght my
meaty cock down her throat.  After a few seconds her slender small body
convulsed.  I got a sadistic thrill seeing her both reacting and accepting
this deflilement as part of our lovemaking.  After five such efforts, my
dick was coated with thick nasty mucous and I was sure it was sufficient to
ease my passage up her well used shit hole.

   After pulling out of her, I kissed her still open mouth and told her,
"Now I'm going to buttfuck you all the way to your heart."

   "Please.  Yes.  Now." she mewled and rolled over on her stomach, I
grabbed a pillow and pulled her up by the hips so her ass was up in the air
and forced the fluffy pillow under her raised tummy.  Then I spread her
legs and opened her tender, well muscled ass cheeks.  I spead her
buttcheeks wide and lowered my face to her ass.  I licked at her anus and
her well trained anal muscles relaxed and bid my tongue welcome to her anal
interior.  She sighed in pleasure and repose.  I started tongue fucking her
tender, yet open asshole for a couple of moments, the rose back up on my
knees and rubbed my dick experimentally against the little swirled
indentation of her asshole.  Then I positioned my cock head carefully and
began the excruciating pleasure of slowly, ever so slowly, drilling myself
up into the little girl's accepting, but clinging shitter.

   A slight groan escaped her as I drilled that fucker home.  Several
minutes later, once I was fully embedded in Mellissas hungry asshole, I
began slowly fucking her with my mucous lubed cock.

   "Oh Jules!" she suddenly moaned.  "Fuck my asshole.  Yes.  fuck it." As
she became more accustomed to my dick buried up in her guts, I started
fucking her harder, driving it deeper, searching out that secret spot that
would send her into a mind-shattering orgasm.

   Without warning, she abruptly cried out, "There!  Right there.  Yes
Jules.  Harder.  Fuck it harder.  As hard as you can."

   I did my damnedest to comply, wondering at the gaping hole I was
creating with my cock embedded so deep in the child's bowels.

   "I fucking love this," I growled.  "I know it has to hurt, you little
fuck slut.  And I love hurting you like this."

   "It hurts good," she admitted.  "It hurts right.  Just the way I want
it!" she cried as she slammed her ass back onto my bludgeoning cock. 
Permission having been granted I began hammering my dick into the child's
bowels with a total lack of mercy.  And that was indeed what she wanted.  I
packed her shit with succeeding slams, my groin smacking against her ass
like a percussion instrument.  She never backed away from the brutal
buttfuck.  She never asked for surcease.  Not my little lover, she met each
pounding assfuck with a backward thrust of her own, crying "Yes!  yes! 
More.  More.  Please more," until she shuddered and set loose a serial of
convulsive ripples over the length of my cock, farting around my dick as
she came like the little slut bitch I loved.  The orgasm lasted forever,
but once done, it was completely over.  Not aftershocks, no last minute
pleasure moan.  Once repleate, she just pitched forward and sprawled out
before me like rag doll.  Her rould ass still jutting up in the air with
the pillow cushioning her.  My dick was still rock hard and completely
embedded in her spasming asshole.

   I ground my dick down into her open asshole and leaned over her.  I
breathed softy into her ear.  "I'm still going to fuck your cunt, Melissa.
That's where I'm going to cum.  All the way up in your tight hot baby
pussy. With that I slowly and carefully extracted my offending dick out of
the child's compact clasping asshole.  I watched as it resumed it's
previous pinhole shape, amazed that I had had my entire cock buried inside
my little lover's chocolate bung hole.  My messy dick jerked as I watched.
I wanted to cum in this little slut so bad I could cry, and was very close
to doing so, both cumming and crying.  I didn't even consider moving her,
but I was hesitant to shove my shitty dick up into her pussy.  At the same
time, I didn't want to change her postion.  I wanted to fuck her from
behind like this, to probe so deep in her she would cry out in the
pleasure/pain she craved.  I thought to feed my dirty dick down her throat.
Then I looked over at Rachel.  She was awake now, rubbing her little cunt
once again.  I suppose she would have been hard put to sleep with Melissa's
outcries.  As she jacked her pussy off, I noted Rachel's eyes were now wide
open and staring at my cock.

   "Rachel," I said softy.  "will you clean the shit from my dick so I can
fuck your sister up her pussy?" The little girl didn't answer with words.
Instead she lunged for my cock and sucked it's head into her mouth. 
Licking and sucking at it like it was a lollypop, and Melissa's shit
coating was the soft outside sugar coating.  I felt her tongue delve into
every crevice and cranny, seeking out the gooey excrement and mucous
residue.  The little slut had me on the verge of cumming herself when I
pulled my dick from the clutching hold of her litte mouth.  When I looked
into her big brown eyes they were wild and wide.

   "I do it too now," she said breatlessly.  "I eat shit just like you and
Melissa.  Then she reattached her mouth to my dick and began licking up and
down the length of my prick, sucking at my balls, even tickling at my anus
with it and trying to steal the orgasm I was saving for Melissa's tight
little cunt and womb.

   "Wait," I said pulling aback.  "Just wait." I was panting now.  "You
almost made me cum Rachel.  You suck dick much too good for a five year
old."

   "I'm a five year old shit eater too, now," she panted.  "From now on you
to feed me shit just like you do to Melissa and Momma."

   "Oh fuck," I thought to myself.  What have I created?  but then told my
self to shut the fuck up because even if this was more than I ever epected,
it was certainly what I wanted, even if it was not what I should have done.

   "Okay, baby," I said, stoking her head with one hand while I also
caressed Melissa's bubble butt.  "Then eat my ass while I fuck Melissa's
cunt hole.  I need to cum up inside that hot pussy, but I want to feel you
sucking out my dirty asshole while I do.  You can fingerfuck your beautiful
baby pussy at the same time.  Think you can do that?"

   Rachel nodded and looked hungrily at my ass.  "I'm giong to suck out
your dirty shitty asshole," she announced.  "And you better feed me some
shit when I do too."

   "Fuck," I sighed again, then took up my position behind Melissa gain. 
"This time I'm going to fuck your cunt," I told her softly.

   "Anything you want Jules," she sighed in contentment.

   Rachel announced to make sure Melissa knew she was now part of this
perverse preteen scenario, "And I'm gonna suck his butthole while he fucks
you." She looked up at me.  "Shit in my mouth, you nasty honky."

   I looked at the rotund black child and said, "Are you sure that's what
you want?" once again trying to assuage my guilt by getting a child's full
approval.

   "Yes!" she said without hesitation.  "I'm a nasty shit girl too now,
just like Melissa.  I want to suck your shit.  And I wish Richard was here
so he could fuck my butthole at the same time."

   "Wow!" I marveled.  "Your are an inventive little slut."

   "Our momma's a whore," Melissa reminded me softly, "And we been watching
her fuck all our lives.  I seen her fuck men when Rachel was still sucking
her titty.  And I seen them cum all over Rachel's baby cunt even when she
was still using diapers.  Momma probably did the same to me when I was a
baby.  Maybe that's why we're both cum sluts now."

   "Shit sluts," corrected Rachel.

   I sighed.  "I shouldn't complain.  I'm enjoying the fuck out of both of
you beautiful child shit slut bitches.  It's just that I truly love you.  I
hate myself for wanting you so much."

   "I don't want to complain either," murmurred Melissa, still trying to
enjoy the relaxed semi-consoius pleasure of sleep sex.  "But I need your
peter in my pussy.  Now!" Then she closed her eyes and waited for me.

   "As you wish, my darling," I said and gently probed my dick up into
Melissa's sweet slimy pussy crease, then up into the tight silken interior
of her consctictive pussy.  Once I got the first two inches inside of her,
I began fucking in and out, shollowly, rocking the little girl as if she
were in a cradle, propelled by a dick in her tight crack.  Melissa lay
listlessly, letting me enjoy her tight pussy tube.  The sensation of her
pussy encasing my dick were indescribable.  I didn't just feel like she had
my cock inside her, it felt as if my entire being were wrapped tight in her
preteen vagina.  As if I was encased in her sexual affections.

   "I love fucking you," I meant it to be a romantic whisper, but it came
out as a crying whimper.

   Meanwhile, Rachel had been digging her tongue up my ass, sucking,
digging and licking into me, taking her own measure of depraved joy from my
asshole.  I panted, "Rachel Baby, I think you'd better get a towel or
something if you really want me to shit for you.  We don't want to sleep in
a stinking mess when we're done."

   "Says you!" groaned Melissa.  Then she ordered me, "Deeper!" and I began
forcing my cock even further into her, and then deeper still.  I was
already in her womb so I must have been stretching her whole little pussy
and forcing it up into her abdominal cavity.  Even so, She kept begging,
"More, Jules.  All of it.  I need all of your big white dick inside me." I
conceded to my little love's desires.  I knew my little baby whore wanted
it to hurt as well as pleasure her.  She needed that twist of stimulation
to reach truly ecstatic heights.  I had no idea what life had in store for
such a demented child, but I promised myself I would be there for her
regardless of what that might be, as well as to continue to glean my own
perverted delights from her.

   As I finessed the last fraction of an inch of my cock into the child's
elastic little cunt, Rachel ran from the room.  "Wait for me," she
damanded, "Imma get a towel," and disappeared out the door.  I paused,
feeling it would be good for Melissa to try to get used to all my cock
while we waited.  She didn't seem to agree because she kept fucking back
into me.  "Fuck me, you sonofabitch!" she cried.

   Luckily, Rachel reappeared and tossed a large thick towel to me on the
bed, then positioned it so she could kneel on it while she ate out my
asshole.  "Don't!" she demanded, "Don't start fucking till I start licking
on your shit hole."

   I closed my eyes and used every ounce of control I had to keep from
cumming then and there, careful to maintian the clamped sealed connection
between Melissa's distended cunt and my steel rod of a dick.  I spread my
legs as wide is I could without compromising my focus on fucking my seven
ear old beloved, and groaned to Rachel "Good timing, baby slut," I said
softly, "because I want to shit in your face right now."

   Rachel giggled as if this were just a regular children's game and said,
"I'm gonna eat your ass." Then she buried her face between my ass-cheeks.
She spread my cheeks wide to get at my asshole.  I felt her mouth glue
itself onto my shit hole and start to lick and suck.

   "Oh fuck," I groaned.  "That's it, Rachel, suck the shit right out of
me."

   At the same time, I began to respond to Melissa's demanding pussy-fuck,
pulling my the head of my dick out of her uterus, then pushing it back in
in short sharp lunges to meet her own fuck rhythm.  Melissa was grunting at
the intrusion, but encouraging it as well, demanding, "Yes, please, more,"
she gasped.

   "Oh shit," I cried, "I want to piss and cum and shit and cry all at the
same time," I announced.  "Then began lengthening my fuck stokes, cramming
my cock deep in Melissa's stretched out cunt, then withdrawing three or
four inches and then burrowing my full length back up into her again.

   At the same time, as I ground into Melissa's cunt, I felt Rachel dig
into my asshole, avidly eating out my ass. .

   "Do it then," Melissa's sobbed.  "Cum in me, pee in me.  And feed Rachel
your shit.  All at once.  Please.  Now!  Now!  I'm going to cum too!"

   "Shit!  Fuck!  Yes," I groaned and warned the chubbette sucking my
asshole,"Here it comes, Rachel.  Here's your fucking shit!"

   I felt a thick hard turd surge from my ass into the filthy five year
old's sucking mouth.  I heard her gag, but then reattack my asshole with a
ferver usually reserved for warriors on a battlefield.  "More!" I heard her
join the chours.  Then she growled, "Feed me more."

   "You two wonderful sexy baby shit sluts," I groaned and began fucking
hard as I began to cum in Melissa's cunt, up inside her preteen womb, even
as I grunted and shit into Rachel's mouth at the same time.  I was in awe
at the five year old eating my shit right from my ass, smacking her lips
and swallowing loudly.  I heard both little girl's moan.  Melissa writhed
back at me and Rachel clasped her hands to my hips to keep her mouth
adhered to my asshole.  Then it peaked, the orgasm of my fucking life.

   Melissa was cumming with me.  She came like the full fledged preteen
bitch I had grown to love and treasure, as I was gooming her to be, as she
already was.  I blasted thrilling blast after blast of greasy sperm up
Melissa's overstretched but insatiable baby cunt.  At the same time, my fat
black newly anointed little shit bitch was trembling as she ingested the
last of my hard turds.  As if timed, Rachel was cumming as well, wallowing
in my excretion, sucking it into her ravenous mouth, swallowing it, then
ingesting more.  Rachel's muffled smacking and giggling, coos and ohs and
ahs, filled the room.  So did the smell of shit and pussy and cum all mixed
together.  I flooded Melissa's baby cunt with my sperm and felt is splurt
back out around my cock.  At the same time I felt her drench me with her
female ejaclulate, for she was a squirter like all the girls in her family,
squirting her effusion over my cock and dripping down my balls.  Without
thought or warning, I followed my sperm feed into my little lover with a
resounding splash of piss up in Melissa's cervix, washing out my sperm and
once again filling her, then spilling back out her cunt.  This gave rise to
another screaming ograsm from Melissa, crying , "Fuck.  shit.  God Damn. 
Motherfucker!" as she came.  Rachel, who continued to dig into my now empty
shit tube, rubbing her fat cheeks between the crack of my ass and smearing
my shit all over my ass and thighs, as well as her own face, came again
too. Her loud piglet-like cum squeals told me she was now rubbing her clit
and pussy to new hieghts of orgasmic elation along with her sister and
myself.

   My own orgasmic bliss reached a whole new plane of existence.  I felt
totally debauched and a total debaucher.  The odor of shit and piss and cum
were like a shroud that enveloped us.  It was also a sort of aphrodesiac,
both for me and the girls as their own conditoning set in.  We were all
collectively shit freaks now.  Bonded by something much darker than simply
family love, but with that love as part and parcel fo the complex
connection.  I had ruined these little girls I loved.  The repercussions of
this would effect us all the rest of our lives.  I had no idea if this was
good or bad, just that I needed to always be there for the children I
loved.

   "Oh fuck!  Oh shit," I gasped.  "You girls are so fucking good.  I
fucking love you.  I want you with me forever."

   "You better." agreed Rachel as she began wiping the shit off her face
with the thick towel.

   "Yes, Please, always," panted my demented angel, Melissa.  "You fucked
me so hard, I wanted to cry and scream and die and cum and cum and cum."

   "I know," I said.  "Me too.  And I did cum and piss and shit and cry." I
carefully now stood and took the shitty towel from the bed, noting it had
pretty much done its job.  We might have a small wet spot to contend with
but the rest was contained on that one offending fluffy towel.

   I used the towel to to wipe my ass, Melissa's pussy and Rachel's face
with different patches of the towel, then told the girls to hold their
places.  I'd be right back.  Fighting the luxurious lethargy that tempted
me to say fuck it and leave the towel in the middle of the floor while we
slept cuddling and shit covered the rest of the night, I took the towel
into the toilet and held it under the sink, then wrung out as much of the
shitty mess from it I could.  I reminded myself that a faux Daddy's duty
was still his duty despite the debauchery that we all freely now engaged
in. Then I rummaged under the cabinet and found a bucket used for soaking
clothes.  I filled the bucket and left the towel to soak.  Then I got
another towel and three wash cloths, soaked the wash cloths with warm water
and ran the shower and hopped in.  Once cleaned of feces, pussy cream and
spermy sweat, I dried off, then slid back into the girls' bedroom.  I don't
think I went unnoticed as meant because I saw the door from Bertha's girl's
room crack open, but if they caught a glimpse of cock I wasn't too worried.
I was flaccid, clean of shit and non-treatening.  Back in the girls' room I
found both my darlings back asleep.  I smiled in disdain and carefully
finished cleaning each of them off.  Rachel's face stil had enough shit
coverning to merit it's own devoted washcloth.  As I wiped off her dripping
baby pussy her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, "I'm your shit whore too
now, ain't I?" she said in sweet sincerity.

   For some reason, my dick thickened at her words, filthy as fuck in their
action but sweetly innocent in the meaning.  "If you want to me," I
answered.  "But only if you want to be."

   "I want," she grinned, and I used this opportunity to use another wash
cloth to clean out her mouth, including her teeth and tongue.  Then I
kissed her gently.  "Do you like me as much as Melissa now?" she asked.

   I hovered over the child and said softly.  "I don't just like you
Rachel. I love you, and not because of our nasty games.  You are my special
girl just as you are.  You don't need to do anything to have that.  It's
yours.  If you want to play our dirty games, that's fine.  I love you for
that too, but if you're just playing them so I like you, there's no need.
We'll find ways to be together anyway.  I promise.  The truth is the way I
love you is totally different than the way I love Melissa.  I feel like you
are my little daughter who I also play nasty games with.  I feel like
Melissa is my little wife."

   "But I like our games," she said, a bit of a whine in her voice.  "I
just want you to like me too."

   I cuddled with the fat little girl and kissed her over and over agin all
over her face and body until she giggled.  "I like you and love you and
want you and adore you," I said.  Then I added, "Its kind of like apples
and oranges.  You like apples, you like oranges.  The way we love each
other is always differint.  I believe you love me and I believe you love
Richard, but its not the same and I'll never ask you to choose between us.
Never worry about the way I feel about Melissa.  It's not the same as I
feel for you.  Or your Momma."

   "Or Auntie Bertha?  Or Jaleesa or akira or Latrina or shenice?"

   "You've got it exactly.  The important thing is we love each other and
look out for each other.  We don't hurt each other and we take care of each
other." I squeezed the little girl tight and felt up her plump fat ass. 
"You are a very special girl.  You've always got that."

   "You don't think I'm a fatty,"

   "Only if fatty means beautiful and wonderful and perfect." I said.

   "How about sexy," she added.  "You think fatty means sexy too."

   "Absolutely, I said.  "My fat beautiful sexy clever girl." I said. 
"See, those words all fit perfectly together.  If anyone says otherwise, I
think they're stupid."

   My shit loving chubette grinned broadly.  "Okay," she said and curled up
with her pillow while I went to Melissa's sleeping form.  She didn't even
respond as I gently cleaned her face, pussy and asshole, removing all
external traces of piss and cum.  Then I kissed her sweet lips and and
heard her murmur.  "Jules?"

   "Yes, baby," I answered.

   "Mm, you fuck me good."

   "Thank you, sweetheart," I answered and watched her drop off again into
a contented sleep.

   I climbed back in between my two baby shit whores and fell back to sleep
myself, thankful beyond belief at the surreal life I'd fallen into.
13: A New Fucking Life And A New Fucking Day
Morning came much too early for me.  I was so happily enmeshed in sweet
dreams, tangled in the arms and legs of my little girl lovers, and so
completely drained of piss, cum and even my shit I had fallen into a deep
contented sleep.  I didn't want to wake up for several more hours.  But
then a sudden yank of my dick ripped me back onto consciousness as I saw
nine year old Jeleesa, a shining ebony ball of sexuality, hovering above
me, yelling, "Wake up motherfucker!" I then watched in horrified awe as she
descended on my cock like a little banshee and suck it deep into her mouth.
The horror was the result of her three little sisters watching Jaleesa's

perfidy from the wide open door of the my girls' bedroom.

   It was Akira, the seven year old, who said to me, "You're naked with
Rachel and Melissa.  Ain't that nasty?"

   Rachel roused and looked at her new housemates.  "Nasty as fuck," she
said "And we like it.  Okay?"

   I mumbled, "You girls shouldn't be in here," as I wrestled with Jaleesa
to release my cock from her vacuuming mouth.  "Your mother said you should
never go into a room without knocking."

   "Your dick is hard and long and Jaleesa is sucking it," pointed out
Akira as her two toddler sisters watched in bewildered fascination.

   "Out!" I ordered.  "Any questions or comments are to be directed to your
mother unless she especially states otherwise."

   Akira, Latrina and Shenice practically ran for the room.  Akira stopped
at the door and said, "Come on, Jaleesa?  They all being bad.  And you
sucked on that white man's dick.  I'm gonna tell Momma."

   I shook my head in consternation.  "Jaleesa, I thought you were supposed
to protect your sisters from me."

   Jaleesa raised her mouth from my cock but continued to hold onto it with
a death grip, stroking it with a combination of curiosity and furious
tenacity.

   "I don't care no more.  I want to play with Melissa and Rachel, not my
rusty dusty old sisters.  All we get to do it play with dolls.  You all
play with shit and dicks.  I like dicks!  And I like other stuff too.  I
like to fuck with my booty and I like to cum."

   "Again, that's something to take up with your mother," I said.  "She's
the one in charge of you and your sisters.  I'm just the pervert who
follows her orders where you are concerned."

   "I'm a fucking pervert too," complained the dark thick girl child from
the end of the bed.  "I can do stuff, and I like it too."

   "Talk to your Momma," I insisted, lying with my mouth while my hands
gently honestly caressed Jaleesa's face and stroked her hair while she
pleasured my cock so fucking sweetly.

   Melissa and Rachel were now waking up for real.  The stretched their
delightful preteen nude bodies like cats who had had their fill of cream
and wanted no more than to laze in the sun.

   Rachel complained, "Why you you playing with Jules' dick.  Ain't you got
to get ready for school?"

   "Yes, she does" I said, gently, if hesitantly, finally finding the will
power to extract my weeping cock from Jaleesa's clasping hands and
devouring mouth.  "And so do you, and I have to get ready for work.  It's
time for all of us to start leading our normal everyday lives."

   Melissa punched me in the arm.  Rachel followed suit with my other arm.
"Ouch!  Ow!" I complained.  Then Jaleesa gave my erect dick a slap as well.
"Double ouch!" I grumbled.

   Jaleesa headed out the door, but before she closed it on us she said,
"From now on, I'm sleeping in here too.  I don't have to babysit them
little no-sex bitches no more.  My Momma is a real Momma from how on."

   And she was gone.  We heard her yelling "Momma!" as she tromped down the
hall.

   I grabbed my two little bed mates in one arm each and curled them in
tight, patting their distinctively different, but no less delightful asses
as I did.  "Up and at 'em children," I said.  "We got a new day ahead of
us."

   I then struggled out of bed and looked around for my clothes.  I quickly
dressed and headed out the door with the intent of heading straight to the
toilet.  Instead, I stepped out into a Chinese fire drill of activity. 
Richard had one pant leg on and was struggling to get his other leg in. 
Jaleesa was following Bertha around, begging her to hear her side of the
story about bursting into a room of naked people and jerking off the
strange man.  Akira, Latrina and Shenice were all standing at the door to
their room incessantly calling they mother, then Jaleesa, then their mother
again to help them get dressed.  Viola was busy scribbling notes to explain
why her children had not been able to come to school the day before.  I
ducked and dodged my way through the human traffic jam trying to get to
Viola's bedroom.  Suddenly Viola looked at me.  She smiled.  "Good morning,
Jules.  You have a good night?"

   'Great," I said.  "How about you?" A warm afterglow of sweet memories
seem to come over the blonde bombshell.

   "Wonderful," she said.  "I can still taste it." she said, giving a
lingering look at her eleven year old son.

   "Good for you," I said.  "By the way, you happen to see where my clothes
went?'

   "In our room, of course," she said.  "Bertha hung up your suits and
you'll find two drawers for your socks and underwear, ties and business
shit.  Bertha folded all that shit for you." Then she giggled.  "And then
she made Richard wear one of your shirts and ties while he fucked her
pussy. Bitch came like a motherfucker." She grinned again, "Thank God my
boy has so much sperm.  He satisfied both of us."

   I smiled.  "Great," I repeated, meaning it.  Richard's hormones were now
under control, as were his mother's.  That was good for everybody.  Then I
shuffled into Viola's bedroom, out of the chaos.  I closed the door and
found my clothes exactly as Viola had said, neatly folded in a drawer and
hung in the closet.

   I stripped down and was pulling up my boxers when Bertha came into the
room, still being trailed by Jaleesa.

   "But Momma, they don't know nothing about this stuff, and I don't care
nothing about Barbies or baby shit any more.  I want cock!" She pointed at
me and added, "His cock!"

   "Just cocks and pussies?" said Bertha.  "That what you want to play with
now.  You want to be a preteen whore like Melissa and Rachel have become?"

   Bertha looked at me and said, "I love Vi's kids, honest I do, but
they're as fucked up as she is.  This shit just proves it." She paused. 
"And so are you," another pause.  "And me too, I guess.  But I want to save
my kids from that shit if I can."

   I kept my mouth shut tight.  I had no desire to get in the middle of
this family argument.

   Jaleesa said, "I'm fucked up too, Momma.  I been fucking with my butt
since I was six."

   Bertha stared at her daughter.  Then at me.  "Well, you got anything to
say?"

   So much for staying out of it.  I shook my head no, still frozen in
place, one leg in my underwear and the other out, my cock jutting out.

   Bertha strolled to me and grabbed my cock.  "You want this dick?" she
asked her daughter.

   "Yes," pouted Jaleesa.

   "You want the motherfucker jammed all up in you pussy?  'Cause I'm not
talking about any little girl, little boy ass fucking game like we were
planning yesterday for you, with Richard busting your cherry when you got
all hot and ready for it.  I'm talking about this hunk of meat ripping out
your cherry and slicing all the way up your little cunt.  That what you
want?"

   Jaleesa paused, then said definitively, "Yes.  I want to fuck with my
pussy, 'cause that's where I cum from."

   Bertha stared wordlessly now.  Than again to me she said, "Speak up
motherfucker.  You a little girl fucker, but she's your responsibility now
too.  Don't you care about my child or do you just want to get up in her
baby coochie."

   I was in a corner.  I had to speak up.  There was nothing for it.  I
cleared my throat and spoke, trying to use my heart and not my head.  "I-"

   "And cover up your shit." Bertha interjected.

   In an awkward slapstick comedy of errors, I fought to get my underwear
on, but before I was able to put on my slacks, Bertha grabbed me by my
shoulders and demanded.  "Why don't you say something."

   "Because you told me to get dressed first," I said defensively.

   "You're dressed enough," charged the big dark black woman I wanted to
bear my children.  So I stopped fidgeting and spoke the truth.  "I don't
know what's right here," I said.  "I know you want to save Jaleesa from the
kind of life you and Vi and I have.  At the same time, do you think you can
really stop Jaleesa from doing this if that's what she wants.  Not with me
or Richard, but with somebody like James, who turned her out to begin
with?" I shook my head in defeat, "But fuck, maybe that's the way it should
be.  Maybe we need for her to be able to turn to you and me for love and
support.  Maybe that's not really possible when we are the ones who
introduce her to sex.  So I don't fucking know what the right thing is."

   "But what would you do if you were the one saying yes or no?" demanded
Bertha.  "That's your role now, right?  That's what a man who has
responsibilities has to do."

   I took a deep breath, looked Bertha eye-to-eye and said, "I'd fuck her."

   "I thought so," Bertha said coldly.

   "Yeah, and you're probably right about me." I admitted.  "It's mainly me
wanting to get up into her hot sweet tight little pussy, but its also
because I believe I could make sure she feels loved and secure.  But I'm
not even suggesting that's right.  I do know this, whether or not she winds
up planted on top of my dick, I love her, and I love her mother.  Whether
or not I'm the one who busts her cherry, I want you and her to know that
and feel that.  I love you two conservative minded yet deviant bitches,
whether you're fucking me or Richard or some lying conniving motherfucker
out on the street.  You are my sluts, my sweethearts, my angels and my
cunts.  Whatever the fuck happens."

   Then I shut up.  That was my say.

   Bertha clenched her jaws then finally said.  "Very well, Jeleesa.  You
want some of Jules' cock, tonight you come into our bedroom and sleep with
us.  This motherfucker will bust you wide open and fuck the living shit out
of you.  Not just your pussy.  He'll ram that cock down your throat and up
your ass.  Forget about Richard and the rest, Jules is the one who'll feed
you a slimy shitty cock and then do his best to make your roll your eyes
back in your head, scream for your momma and cum your ass off." She waited
to see what Jaleesa would do, but the girl stared back defiantly, so she
added, "And I'll be right there to slap your ass, make sure you get fucked
like a real bitch and then I'll kiss your slutty shitty mouth after he
covers your fat black baby cunt with his jism."

   Bertha was breathing hard in her agitation.  Jaleesa was scared but
defiant.  I felt horny and stupid.  So of course I said exactly the wrong
thing.

   "So now that we've got that settled, hadn't we better get ready for work
and school?"

   Bertha's slap was sharp, hard and sounded like a gunshot.  I stared at
her in shock but then grabbed her and kissed her hard in response before I
could even think about it.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me
back, sobbing madly.

   "It's all fucked up, Jules.  I'm fucked up and so is this.  So are you,
and now my eldest child is fucked up too."

   I kissed Bertha through her sobbing tears.  I couldn't deny what she
said, but I was going to kiss her anyway.  After a moment she pulled away
and looked at her hand print on my face.

   "I'm sorry baby," she said gently touching the whelps she had left on my
face.

   "Its okay," I said softly.  And kissed her yet again.  "We'll make all
this shit work.  I promise.  Jaleesa is going to go to school, get an
education, have a life of her own and love you forever.  She might even
love me despite this unacceptable life style we live." Bertha looked over
at the trembling child, then reached for her.  Jaleesa flew into her arms
and kissed her mother's face, then turned to me and gave me the same loving
treatment.  I stole her away from her mother and hefted the heavy girl up
in the air.  Then we stood together in a family hug, kissing each other
with chaste and tender affection.

   I finally let Jaleesa down and said simply, "Get ready for school,
baby."

   She smiled happily, then said to Bertha.  "I love you Momma."

   "Love you too, Jaleesa," responded her mom.

   Then Jaleesa said, "I love you Daddy Jules."

   My heart tore, melted and pooled in a liquid gush.

   "I love you too, Jaleesa." I said.  Bertha kissed me again, this time
hungry and deep.

   "Oh baby," she said.  "You give my babies a real daddy now."

   "If that's what they want, I know I'd love it." I said, meaning it. 
Then I turned from Bertha and tears were in my eyes.

   "Oh, I really hurt you, didn't I, baby," she said.

   "Fuck that slap," I said with a half laugh, turning back to her. 
"Jaleesa just called me Daddy.  That's what my tears are about."

   Bertha's big plush tits pressed hard against me.  She reached down and
massaged my hardened cock.  "I wasn't joking, Jules.  Expect your little
fat black daughter to come in our bedroom tonight to get the shit fucked
out of her, and I'll be right there to help you both along."

   "Only if I get to fuck her Momma too," I said.

   "You always get to fuck her Momma.  I half expected you to come slip in
last night for a piece after Richard was done.  I more than half wanted you
to."

   I kissed my de-facto wife and held her so tight she couldn't breathe. 
She pushed me away and said, "Get dressed fucker.  You got the only car
here and these children need to be dropped off for school."

   "Got it," I agreed.

   Bertha then headed out the door on to her own duties of the morning.

   I quickly finished getting dressed.  I checked my watch, realized just
how tight the time was and walked briskly out the door.

   "Heads up kids," I said.  "I got to know who goes where for school and
get you there immediately.

   "I'm close," Richard said like a martyr.  "I can walk to school."

   "Got it," I said, then Bertha and Viola gave me the addresses and
directions for the girls.  It seems Jaleesa, Akira and Latrina went to the
same elementary school.  Shenice and Rachel attended the same pre-school.
Melissa went to a separate elementary school, one for students who
excelled.

   I quickly gathered my little brood together, rolled the car out of the
garage and loaded them up.  Then we hit the road.  I saw Richard walking
along the sidewalk as we drove by, head down and shambling along
dejectedly. I pulled up beside him and yelled, "Fuck it, Richard.  We
should all ride together, don't you think."

   Richard brightened up and slid into the back seat where Rachel promptly
claimed his lumpy lap with her roly-poly butt.

   "Oops," I said.  "Be careful Rich, you're likely to have a hard on when
it comes time to get out of the car.

   "Ain't nothin," Richard said.  "I usually got a hard on these days."

   I laughed and drove him to the broken down school he attended.

   "See you tonight, Rich," I said as I pulled away.  As soon as he hit
school grounds I saw a couple of guys greet and side up to him.  They
appeared friendly rather than foely, so I wasn't too worried.

   "Next" I announced and off we went to each of the kids respective
schools and preschools."

   At the final stop I walked Rachel and Shenice to their school doors. 
The woman who met us couldn't seem to get a fix on me.

   The teacher asked who I was and Rachel piped up, "He's Jules.  He's from
our church and he's gonna be taking care of us from now on."

   The woman eyed me critically.  "Is that true?" she asked.

   "As best I can," I said.  "We want to support Rachel's mother as she
rehabilitates herself, and to help make sure Rachel and her siblings all
get what they need to succeed."

   It sounded phony to me too, but it was pretty much the truth.  The woman
let it go, so did I.

   Finally, after all the kids were delivered and I was on the way to work
I felt suddenly lonely, and the car felt too quiet.

   Somehow I had interwoven my life into the same fabric with these women
and their kids, all in the space of two day.  Now, in this moment, I was
back in the "normal" world, and I felt suddenly abandoned and out of place.

   I smiled at myself.

   "Some prayer that was," I said to myself in the empty car.  "Some
fucking prayer that was," and went on into work.
   ~~End Of Part One~~