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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: A Surprising Obsession - part 3 -
Summary: A rocker and his new preteen lover fuck for the first time
Keywords: Warning!  ped, Mg(10), oral, anal, ws, scat

   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:

   A Surprising Obsession - part 3 - Roadtrip Continued

   I woke up with my new lover.  I was only a little surprised to see her
compact little cunt hovering over my face as she squatted above me.  Her
sweet little love trove was slightly open and pink, her tiny clit was
artfully exposed.  Her crinkled dimple of an asshole looked like a perfect
dream for an anally fixated motherfucker like me.  All of it hairless and
smooth, a perfect image of a perfect little girl.  The fact she was only
ten years old while I was approaching 40 was a complication, but we had the
blessing of her mother, my new sister-in-law, to ease any anxiety.  In
fact, it was because she and my brother were on their honeymoon, fucking up
a storm with strangers and each other at some swingers resort that Vanessa
was traipsing across the country with me.  Maybe I should have felt guilty
and worried about fucking the preteen like I had, busting her cherry,
totally ravishing her, brutally fucking her ass, mouth and cunt, dumping
vicious loads of semen in her belly, her womb and her bowels.  Admittedly,
there was a slight twinge of remorse that I had made her shit on me, then
fed her my shit covered cock and demanded she clean it with her mouth, and
that I had turned her into my piss pot on our drive to this no name motel
in the middle of nowhere, but she had done all this gleefully, and had even
cum when she shit for me while we fucked.  It also helped that her soft
smooth hand was squeezing and rubbing my hard cock as she gazed down into
my face with her big brown eyes..

   "Finally," she said with a voice that sounded like a clear tinkling
bell. "I've been waiting for you to wake up.  Now open your mouth.  I need
to pee.  I've been holding it for you."

   Without a word, I grinned, then opened my mouth wide.  I also reached
up, grabbed her by her hips and pulled her full weight down onto my face.
As soon as my mouth made contact with her cunt, she gave a quick yelp of
joy and let loose her morning torrent with a lovely giggle.

   "Oh yes," she crooned.  "Drink your morning pee tea, Uncle Maurice. 
Drink every drop."

   I had no trouble following her instructions.  Her piss, coming right
from the fount of her tiny urethra had a tinge of sweetness to it along
with the bite of normal urine.  I won't claim to be an expert on these
things, but my little Vanessa's pee was the best I had ever tasted, and I
wanted as much of it as she could provide.  That turned out to be quite a
lot.  That was fine with me.  I couldn't get enough.  But when her stream
finally drew to a reluctant end she started to raise up I surprised her by
holding her fast, keeping her full weight on my face, and my mouth fast to
her tender little girl cunt.  She began go squirm and mewl when I began to
probe up into her.

   "Oh!" she squealed.  "Yes, Uncle Maurice.  Eat my pussy.  It's still
sore from your fucking it, but your tongue feels so good inside me."

   I mumbled my agreement and gently laved the pink wet interior of her
vagina.  Then I carefully extended my oral exploration down to her tiny
asshole.  She sighed contentedly as I licked and probed at her shithole and
she slightly repositioned herself to get the full benefits of my anal
tongue bath.  She even tried to relax her anus to give me better access
into her rectum.

   I am sure she already knew the answer but she asked, "Is it okay if I
wake you up this way, Uncle Maurice?  If I use you like a toilet?"

   I just murmurred "Mmmmm," and dug my tongue deeper up into her asshole.
I was a little disappointed because I wanted to taste more of her shit this
morning but we had evidently cleaned her out last night.  Still, I loved
eating her ass and only strove to extend my oral digit deeper up into her
shit-tube.

   "Ahh!  I think you like that don't you, Uncle Maurice.  Do you like me
to feed you my asshole in the morning?"

   I pushed her up slightly and gasped, "I love it, Vanessa.  I'd like it
even better if you had some shit for me.  Give me your piss and shit every
morning if you like?"

   "My shit?" the child teased.  "Why Uncle Maurice, don't your remember.
You made me empty all my shit on you last night.  You're going to have to
give me breakfast if you want any more of my poop."

   "You'll get your breakfast just as soon as you cum again in my mouth,
little girl.  Now feed me that sexy little pussy."

   Vanessa giggled more as I pulled her back down to my face and began
tongue fucking her, sucking out her delectable little girl juice, teasing
her newly opened vagina.  She gasped and rolled her pussy against my face
demanding, "Lick my clitty, Uncle Maurice.  Suck it and lick it till I cum
in your mouth."

   I happily complied, even more happy to be inundated by a growing flow of
preteen cunt juice.  My face was glazed with her sexual emulsion.  She
tasted so sexy and good, and her sex scent enveloped me.

   "Oh, you are so hard, Uncle Maurice, " she said, leaning forward and
squeezing my cock with her small hands, then she captured the head of my
cock in her mouth.  A thrill of delight surged through me to have her taut
little mouth sucking and milking at my cock while I feasted on her tweener
cunt.  My hunger for her surged and I attacked her clit, hunching up into
her mouth at the same time.

   She pulled off me just a second to say, "Yes!  Like that!  Fuck my mouth
and eat my pussy, Uncle Maurice.  Squirt your sperm for me.  Feed me and
then piss for me." She paused for a moment as if making a decision, then
added, "And then shit for me.  You didn't shit last night.  This morning
you are going to poop right in my fucking mouth." Then she dropped back
down to suck my cock again, but now she didn't bother to cover her teeth
like she had before.  She ate at me as if she were going to devour my cock
along with whatever cream I might drench her with.

   I grunted in pleasure pain and began lashing her girlish clitoris
without mercy, punishing and loving her at the same time, just as she was
doing to me.  I reached up and spanked her bottom then carressed it, then
spanked it again.  Then I delved in between her tight ass cheeks and forced
my forefinger up inside her ass as far as it would go.  She grunted from a
little discomfort but then began fucking it rhythmicIy.  I was happy to
hear her utter a sort of bark, then attack my cock even more brutally.  I
felt the cum start to boil up from my balls, but held it in check as
Vanessa writhed against me, humping against my face as I bit lightly into
her clit and then rocking her butt back as I plunged my finger hard and
deep up into her ass, then held it there, tight and firm, stirring her
innards, inciting her ass channel to simulate shitting while I laved her
pussy gently three times, then again began sucking and battering her tiny
girl penis with my hungry mouth.  Now we were both grunting, snarling and
groaning until she finally bit down hard on my dick, almost but not quite
breaking the skin, and ground her dripping cunny against my sucking mouth.
She jerked hard against me repeatedly and a little explosion of girl cum
squirted from her cunt.  I let loose my dam of sprem then, bathing her
tonsils with my slimy grease.  She sucked me hard and deep as she continued
to batter my face with her pussy.  Finally, she collapsed onto me in limp
submission as I drained the last of my jizz into her gulping throat.  She
gave a final jerky quiver and then she pushed up and away from me, gasping
hard and getting some distance from us as her latest orgasm finally died
away.

   I panted as I fought to get my breath.  "That's the best wake-up call
I've ever had."

   The naked preteen nymphet flipped around to face me, then rolled over to
drape one leg over mine and tossed her arm over my chest where she pinched
and pulled at my little man nipples.  She quipped, "Just remember, when
school starts it will be job to wake me up like that.  Like Momma said,
"You are responsible for me as long as I'm with you.....and I'm going to be
with you from now on till forever."

   I smiled, a hint of sadness showing, "I can only hope for that to
happen. I don't know how to do it, stay together after your Mom and
step-dad get back, but we need to think of something." I rolled over on my
side and wrapped myself around the child.  "I really meant it when I said I
never want to give you back.  If we can figure out a way, you will never
leave my side until or unless you want to."

   Vanessa burrowed into my carress as if to embed herself there.  "That
means never," she said.  "I want us to be so close I'm a part of you, part
of your heart and cock and...and.."

   "Soul?" I suggested.

   "Yes, part of your soul, so that no matter what happens, you'll never
leave me, and I'll never leave you."

   I looked down into her open, vulnerable and trusting eyes.  Once again,
despite her avaricious sexual hunger, her dreamy fairy tale vision proved
she really was a little girl, and the depth of love and affection she never
received from her mother, she now expected me to provide.  It would be
couched in a different kind of intimacy, one built on perversion and lust,
but it might just fill the void she felt, the same void music had always
filled for me, but now I found I suddenly required her immediate presence
to be fulfilled.

   I kissed her and said softy, "You are the most beautiful little cunt
slut in the world.  And I love you."

   She smiled back up to me and said, "I love you.  And you're my shit
eater, my pee drinker, my butt fucker and my pussy licker." That seemed to
spark other appetites and she said, "How about some breakfast."

   I laughed.  She was as romantic as any tweener could be, plus she was
practical.  "Let's do it," I said.  "Your vagina and anus are too tender to
fuck anyway, so I suggest we find a Denny's or IHP around here and fill up
for the rest of our trip.  I figure we should be back in Vegas this evening
and once we get settled in we can test your cute little pussy to see if it
can handle some more dirty fucking before we go to sleep.  Does that sound
fair?"

   "No," Vanessa said with a pout, "but you're right.  My butthole and my
pussy are still sore.  Food first, play house later." She accentuated this
last statement with a smile.

   I smiled back.  "Well then, sweetheart.  Let's get dressed and go."

   "Wait," she paused then offered in a shy voice, "Don't you need
something first?"

   "Huh?  what?" I asked, looking around, thinking of what I might have
missed.

   "Don't you need to -- you know -- poop?  You haven't done it since we
met yesterday that I know about.  Don't you want to do it before we leave."


   It was the fact that she was saying this with a variety of facial
expressions that included lifted eye-brows, knowing downward glances and
frequent wriggles against my piss-hard cock that let me know she thought
she was ready for the next phase of her loving degradation, i.e., a
mouthful of shit with a piss chaser.  I couldn't help but laugh.  I pulled
her face up to lip level.  I kissed her deep and long.  When I pulled away
from her, her eyes were fluttering and her arms were locked around my neck.
"Vanessa, do you really think you can handle that?  shit games aren't
always fun.  They are filthy and nasty and usually make a pretty girl gag.
The reason we do it isn't because it tastes good or because it's healthy
for us.  It isn't."

   Lying acquiescent in my arms with her face bare millimeters from mine
she asked, "Then why do we do it?" as if it were a foregone conclusion we
would.

   I said with the utmost candor, "Because its so incredibly intimate.  For
most people, sharing whispered secrets in the dark is enough to create the
bond.  For other's its the simple act of love making, but for me, maybe for
you, it's sharing all that and then including the dark emulsions of our
bodily waste that take us into the most complete realm of intimacy.  It's
not happened often in my life, but its only then that I can share my soul's
deepest secrets and trust the one I'm with.  I don't know why it's that
way, it just is."

   "I understand," Vanessa said softly.  "That's why I want you to give me
your poop and pee and spit and cum, the nastiest parts of you, and then
feed you mine and know you're swallowing the dirtiest thing I can give you.
It's like getting married over and over and over again every time we do
it."

   I stared into this child's eyes and saw a soul as old as eternity.  She
understood.  It was something I couldn't really articulate, nor could she.
What we had just said to each other was an attempt to say something that
couldn't be said, but we were both trying to share a deep abiding reality
with each other, and as odd as it may sound, sharing bodily waste seemed to
cement it more profoundly than any explanation.  It may be perverted and
depraved, but that perversion and depravity made it real for me, and as
impossible as it may sound, it seemed to do the same for this sexually
precocious child.

   "I love you Vanessa.  I'm not supposed to and you're supposed to be too
young to understand it, but I truly love every part of you."

   Vanessa grinned and said, "I know that." She paused, then added, "And I
mean what I said.  I want you to squat over me and feed me your dirty poop.
You can wash me after, and make love to me later but right now I want to
see you shit and show you I love the dirtiest part of you along with the
best." She looked me deep in my eyes and said, "Will you do that for me?"

   I kissed her, squeezing her plump little rump as I did.  "You beautiful
little cunt.  Yes I'm going to shit for you, shit in you, then pee in your
mouth while you try to swallow it down." It was my turn to pause, then I
finished with, "and this is just the beginning.  Once we start, I never
intend to stop showing you this kind of love."

   She laughed her tinkling laugh.  "That's just what I want, Uncle
Maurice. And you better keep your word."

   I rolled over and climbed from the bed.  "And now, my little love, I
really do need to use the toilet."

   "That's me, right?" she asked for affirmation.  "I'm your toilet, and
you're mine.  Right?"

   "We will see," I siad.  "Let's go into the bathroom."

   Vanessa lept from the bed with the same enthusiasm she had when she ran
to pack when we left her mother's home to join me on this road trip, only
this time she was naked and even more beautiful.  Her body was lean and her
legs were long.  Her chest was flat and she was totally hairless.  Still,
she was the sexiest girl I had ever met.  The way she moved stirred me. 
The way she posed ever so casually, with one hand on her almost
non-existant hip and the other leaning on the bathroom door as she waited
for me.  She was still a little girl, but with a promise of womanhood that
foretold a wildness that needed to be fed, not curtailed.  I wanted to be
the one who fed her.

   My dick was practically pointing towards the ceiling when I took her
hand and led her into the toilet.  "Okay, now," I said.  "I have an idea.
It's the same way I want you to shit for me next time.  You lie down on the
shower floor and I'll squat over you, but not over your face.  I will shit
on your chest.  That way you can see it, feel it, touch it and smell it. 
If you like it, you can move so I'm shitting into your mouth.  If you don't
want that, you can maybe smear it over your body.  If you find you really
don't want to do this kind of thing, you can scoot away and tell me you
changed your mind."

   "You mean you might change your mind when I do this to you?  even if I
let you do it to me?"

   "No, darling." I assured her.  "I already know what I want.  I want to
see you shit on my chest first so I can see the shit come from your body
and feel it agianst my skin, but then I promise I will drag your sweet ass
down onto my face so I can feed on your butthole like a vampire feeds on
blood.  I will suck your hot shit from your bowels and gobble it down like
it's a feast.  Then I'll fuck you like a wildman until we both cum
together. I'll probably even make you kiss me while we fuck and cum, make
you taste your own shit."

   "I already did that," she laughed, and a look of pure joy and relief
washed over her face.  "I ate my shit off your dick after you fucked my
asshole for the first time last night." She looked at me in wonder and joy.
"I almost can't believe it.  I'm not a virgin in any way anymore.  You
fucked my pussy and my asshole both.  You even fucked my face like it was a
pussy."

   "Truth," I acknowledged.  "You can't go back to that kind of innocense
any more.  You're on the path of the raunchiest kind of love and rock and
roll you can imagine.  Now, let's see if you can handle a grown man's shit,
little girl."

   She quickly slipped down onto the shower floor and lay back.  "I'll show
you what I can handle, Uncle Maurice.  Get your hairy butt over here and
show me your butthole." Then she giggled to give the challenge a playful
nudge.

   I stepped into the shower, my bladder was about to burst and my bowels
were now starting to ache for relief.  I used the walls of the shower to
brace myself and carefully positioned myself over Vanessa's petite form,
bare inches from her body, making sure my ass we centered over her belly
and not her face.  I really did want her to be able to opt out of what was
going to be an intense load of shit.

   "Ready when you are," she said.

   That was all I needed.  I relaxed my bowels and felt a huge sudden
explosion of shit drop from my bowels.  The shitty smell immediately filled
the little room.

   "Oh fuck, that feels good," I announced.  "I really needed that."

   "Oh my God," Vanessa blurted out.  I half expected her to jump up and
run away.  What she actually did surprised me even more.  She said, "You
got it everywhere, on my chest, on my pussy, even on my face.  Do it some
more, Uncle Maurice.  Let me see you shit some more!  I want to see you
shit!"

   I grunted slightly, "Your wish, my command," and with only the slightest
bit of urging released a series of small turds onto my little lover's body.
"Ahhh!" I sighed.

   "Oh fuck yes, Uncle Maurice.  It's so warm and sticky and smells so
nasty!  You're shitting on me.  God I wish you were my Daddy.  That would
make it even nastier.  I would love for you to be my husband and my Poppa,"
then she scooted up under me and craned her neck to reach my asshole with
her mouth.  I felt her little moist tongue lapping at my dirty asshole and
her lips encircle my anus and suck at it.  I groaned in pleasure as she fed
on me.  She pulled away momentarily and begged "Give me more, Uncle
Maurice. Feed me from your butt.  I want it.  I want it all!"

   I thought to myself, I have no doubt that God has adorned the earth with
only a few such lovely little shiteating sluts as my nine year old Vanessa.
I am both grateful and sad about that.  Grateful because I have her.  Sad
because they are so rare, if any besides my Vanessa exist at all.  With
that I lowered my ass closer to her lovely shit smeared face and bore down
on my bowels to squeeze out more shitty nuggets to my preteen darling's
mouth.  She moaned and hummed into my asshole as she chomped down on my
bowel fruit, seemingly savoring it.  I looked down to see her masturbating
while she ate from me and I let loose my morning piss onto her newly
defiled pussy, her fluttering fingers and her lean belly.  She quickly
screamed out an orgasm, spreading her lean legs even wider, but kept
diddling her hairless twat as she continued to dig for gold up my ass.

   "You little shiteater," I groaned as I continued releiving myself, both
front and back, onto and into my little love.  "You beautiful baby shit
pig. Eat my shit, baby.  Suck my ass.  Show me how much you love me, you
nasty little schoolgirl.  When you heal up, I'm going to rape your tight
little pussy while you chew my turds in your mouth."

   The child shivered and another pulsing wave of orgasm took her.  She
smeared my ass cheeks with her shit smeared face and sucked at my asshole
to elicit even more shit in this, her first ever foray into true scat sex.
I was able to squeeze out one last turd.  I felt cleansed and empty.  The
relief was wonderful and sent a shock of satisfaction though my bowels.

   "Oh fuck yeah," I moaned.  "That was the best shit I've ever had," and
started to raise up so I could see Vanessa's defiled face, but she held me
fast.

   "No, don't leave me yet," she whined and so I settled back in while she
licked my asshole, sucked at my anus, probed into me with her tongue.  I
watched her continue to frig her miniscule clit while she used my asshole
for oral stimulation and provided me the epitome of dirty pleasure.  It
felt so good I wasn't about to stop her.  Her mouth, her mincing licks and
kisses, both soothed and aroused me.  Although I would never have believed
this could happen, I was ecstatic that it had.  Every step of this
fledgling illicit relationship was taking me into deeper waters of love and
pleasure and debauchery.  I only hoped both Vanessa and I could continue to
navigate the wild seas we had chosen to live on and in.

   "My sweet Vanessa," I panted, "You did it.  Now please let me see your
face."

   "Okay," she mumbled, sigh an audible smack of her lips.

   This time when I rose up from her she didn't stop me.  She lay back in
langourous repose and let me gaze upon her.  I was aghast at the image I
looked down upon.  Me little love looked completely defiled, completely
degraded.  She had my feces compacted over her face like a hedious mask
with only her big brown eyes untouched.  It was smeared into her hair, and
splattered down her body to her stomach and vagina.  She had even worked it
into her pussy while she masturbated.  Waves of guilt and remorse swept
over me.

   "Oh sweetheart.  I am so sorry.  It looks like I ruined you."

   "I don't care," she blurted out harsh and loud.  "I love it.  I want
more!  Cum on me.  Stand over me and cum on my face and in my mouth while I
fuck myself with your shitty shit."

   I shook my head in consternation.  I had just fouly debased the little
girl I professed to love, and yet she wanted more.  I thought to myself,
fuck me, so do I.

   "Please, Uncle Maurice," the child whimpered.  "I need it.  All of it."

   I straddled the child, standing tall above her and started jacking off
in a frenzy.  "You lovely little bitch," I groaned.  "I hate myself for
this but I love doing it to you."

   "I love you for it, Uncle Maurice.  "Give it to me.  Squirt on my face,
in my mouth, all over me."

   "You are a shit pig," I said loudly.  "My own little shit pig.  You own
me, but I own your sweet sexy butt, and all the shit that comes out of it.
I've ruined your childhood, your innocence and I've made you a disgusting
little shit slut."

   "Ohhh!" she moaned as she fucked herself.  "Yes!"

   "Open your mouth, baby cunt!" I commanded.

   The child did as I told her.  I could see her tongue still shit stained
and a foam of spit spittle in her mouth.  I spit on her, got my range, then
spit directly into her mouth.  She came again.  She swallowed my spittle
then opened her mouth again.

   "More," she demanded.  "Your cum, your spit, your pee, your poop.  I
want it all!"

   "Fuck!" I cried and began to cum, I came on her belly, on her chest, I
aimed and splattered her hairless shit covered slit, then I came on her
face and into her mouth.  I drenched her with it, my semen.  She kept her
mouth open wide and I watched a new orgasm build to a peak.  She screamed
as she came and began shoveling the noxious mixture of cum and shit into
her mouth, swallowing it all, then collecting even more from her face and
chest and belly to feed herself the paste of my bodily emulsions as her
orgasm subsided.  I looked at her.  She was wild eyed and perverse, then I
found a little more piss in my bladder and dribbled it into her mouth as
well.  I saw her lean immature body jerk in an orgasm aftershock as she
gargled down what little urine I was able to drain down into her piss
guzzling, shit eating, spit drinking mouth.

   "God, how I love you," I moaned, watching her.  A moment before I had
felt sick at seeing Vanessa degraded like this, now I gloried in it.  My
beautiful child slut was now my beautiful child pig slut.  All the
affection, all the desire and all the possessive love I had felt before was
nothing compared to how I felt now.  My nine year old lover held my heart
strings in a strangle hold.  Even as I degraded her, I felt more protective
of her than ever.  If any motherfucker ever tried to harm her in any way I
would rip their heart out and feed it to them.

   "I love you too, Uncle Maurice, more than ever.  More than I ever knew I
could."

   "Come here," I ordered her as I held my hands out to her.  She let me
pull her rup and fell into my arms.

   "Now taste your own shit," she countered.  "Right from my filthy mouth."
And we kissed, so deep, so intense, I thought it might kill me, and I
didn't care if it did.  This little girl gave herself to me in ways I never
imagined, and accepted me and drew from me emotions and desire I didn't
know existed.  "God Damn," I cried.  "You kiss and fuck better than anyone
I've ever known."

   She pushed herself away from me and laughed.  "You are a shitty uncle,
Uncle Maurice.  I know 'cause I've got your shit all over me."

   "Fuck you," I said, and turned on the shower, splattering both of us
with luke warm water..  It took over 30 minutes to get us both cleaned up,
but it was easily worth it.  The child was a kissing machine throughout. 
She sucked my cock, nibbled my balls, licked my asshole as she soaped and
rinsed me.  I returned the favor, making sure her mouth tasted fresh, her
pussy was spotless and her butthole was slick and clean with nary a speck
of feces to give away our secret games.  Finally, I buffed her dry and she
did the same to me, but not before she ate out my ass once again to be sure
there was absolutley no more shit to be gleaned or eliicited from my now
empty bowels.  Only then did we get dressed and slip out to my car.  Since
I had paid the night before and no one seemed to be paying attention, we
slid quietly out of the motel lot and got back on the road.  I quickly
found a diner and we sat in a booth and ordered breakfast.  Vanessa loaded
up on pancakes.  I had ham and eggs with coffee.

   "Damn, girl.  I thought you might already be full," I said as I watched
the child shovel down another mouthful of pancakes.

   "Nope," she said with a gleam in her eye.  "I'm more hungry than ever.
Besides, I want to make sure you have a full meal tonight."

   "Fuck...." I mumbled.  "I sure hope I do."

   "And you had better eat up too, Uncle Maurice.  I'm a growing girl, and
a growing girl needs a balanced meal."

   I stared at her a moment, then called the waitress over, ordered us both
orange juice, bananna pies and some biscuits and gravy for me.  I then said
to Vanessa, "You think that will be enough, you little shit?"

   Vanessa grinned back, "Don't you mean, little shit eater?  little pee
drinker?  little ass lickier." she whispered.

   "All that and and more," I whispered back.

   She giggled at me.

   "Fuck you," I mumbled affectionately.

   "You had better," she said, obviously enjoying the filthy flirtation we
were cultivating.  Hell, so was I.  We were deep in infatuation.  I had
been there before, but this time I had no intention of letting this little
girl out of my life once the infatuation had run its course.  This was a
whole lot deeper and stronger than any fun and games.  I was in this love
for the long haul, first time in my life.  I knew it deep in my guts.  She
might eventually outgrow me but I would never tire of her.

   We were both full when we left the diner.  Normally I would have hit the
toilet before we left, and suggested she do the same, but I didn't even
mention it.  Instead, I led her to the car, held the door open for her,
climbed in beside her and hit the road.  In no time at all we were once
agaoin headed west.  I had my little piss pot in the seat beside me, and I
was damn sure not going to waste any piss she might build up.  I wanted it
all.  I was suddenly happy that my band was playing an anonymous little bar
outside an anonymous little town on the very edge of the Las Vegas.  The
more I could keep Vanessa and me under the radar, the longer our little
tryst could continue.

   As we drove along, my preteen lover nestled against me, I started to
chat.  "Well, Vanessa.  Is this anything like you expected."

   "No, " she admitted.  "I knew you would fuck me and cuddle with me, but
I never thought about the really nasty stuff we've done.  I haven't seen
Mommy do anything like that.  I watched her suck on guy's penises, even
lick their buttholes sometimes, but never anything like drink their pee or
swallow their poop.  And I hoped I could feel like you loved me, but now I
feel like you love me more than anything, like you and me aren't two
people, but two ...  parts of the same thing.  You know what I mean?"

   I was nodding yes as she talked then said, "I think I do.  And I didn't
have any idea we'd get so extreme so quick either.  I thought I was
crossing the line just telling you to hold my cock while we drove.  Once I
used you for my pee toilet, it just kind of opened all the sick sex-doors
of all the things I've ever done or dreamed of.  I don't even feel like I
have any control over what's happening between us now.  It's like once we
started, our relationship took on a life of its own."

   "I think so too," my little girl lover agreed.  Then she squeezed my
semi-hard on and asked, "Does it bother you to know I've sucked other guys
dicks before?"

   "Not bothered so much as surprised," I said and slipped my left arm
around her and squeezed her butt.  "Once I found out your Mom and Chris
were swingers, I knew that had to mess you up a little, but sucking cocks
is not what I thought you might have done.  Maybe peek in and watch some,
maybe even have some of your Momma's boyfriends try to come on to you a
bit, but I am surprised your mom fed you guy's dicks.  And if she did, why
didn't she try that with my brother."

   "Oh, she thought about it," Vanessa chimed, as she unzipped my pants and
reached in to play with my cock while we drove.  "She asked me if I wanted
to, and I said maybe, but after they really started dating, Mommy got real
jealous of Chris and told me their relationship did not include me."

   "Ouch," I said.

   "Oh," Vanessa jerked her hand away.  "Did I do something wrong."

   "No," I said.  "Get your hand back around my dick where it belongs, and
jack me off a little now.  Your hand feels good on me.  I said ouch because
I figured it hurt your feelings when she told you that."

   "Not really," Vanessa said.  "Mommy's always talked that way to me.  I
just think she never cared about anybody like she cares about Chris.  I
think she really loves him."

   "I hope so," I said.  "But if she's jealous of you I wonder why she lets
him fuck around with other women."

   "Oh she likes that," Vanessa murmurred as she looked around, saw we had
no cars near us and bent down to mouth the head of my cock, then drew back.
"She's not worried about the people they do sex with, only me."

   "Hmmm," I murmurred then pushed her head back onto my cock.  "Suck me
baby.  Your mouth feels like heaven on my dick.  You suck cock sweeter than
candy tastes."

   She gurgulled a bit of laughter as she swirled her tongue over my
cockhead.  As she used her mouth with practiced skill I said "I guess I'm
actually happy you know your way around a penis, sweetheart.  I don't feel
quite as guilty."

   She raised her head and said softly, "I love sucking you, Uncle Maurice.
I love everything we've done."

   I raised her up and kissed her lips.  "Me too." I admitted.  "I feel
kind of evil about it, like I should have had a bit of self control, but in
the end, it was all so good, I just want more."

   "How about some pee," she said.  "Cause I need to use the bathroom."

   "I figured you would, baby, and I'm prepared for it.  If you look under
the seat you'll find a bottle.  That's the bottle I use to piss in when I'm
driving long hauls like this to get to a gig.  Now, normally, I'd never
drink your pee from any thing but you.  But this is a long haul.  I want
you to pee in the bottle if you can and then hand it too me.  You can watch
me drink your piss if you want."

   "Oh yeah,' Vanessa said as she fished about for the piss bottle and
found it.  She eyed it for a second, saw it was clean, then started
shuffling around trying to position the bottle between her legs properly.
Once she got it in position I glanced over to see her looking right at me
while she started peeing.  She sighed, "Oh, that feels good Uncle Maurice.
I'm peeing for you.  I'm making a special drink just for you."

   I laughed and said, "The perfect drink.  Make sure you fill it up for
me."

   "Trying," she cooed just as the tinkling of her piss started to splash
into the bottle.  I loved that sound.  I was so happy I had found the big
necked quart sized beer bottle a few years before.  Perfect for road trips.
I was just happy I always cleaned it thoroughly between trips.  I hate to
have the smell of my own piss stinking up a car when I'm driving long
distances.  Also, if it wasn't really clean, I don't know I'd be so quick
to drink anyone's pee out of, even Vanessa's.  As it was, I was looking
forward to it, her watching me as much as actually drinking it.

   Finally I heard the last dribbles of her pee draining into the bottle.
She helld it up and it was about a quarter full.

   "Oh, that's so warm," she said.  "My pee is hot."

   "Almost as hot as that delicious pussy it comes from," I said.  "Now
hand it here."

   She did, watching with facination as I sniffed at the top, murmurred my
approval, and then tipped it up and drained the bottle, drinking Vanessa's
urine while it was still fresh.

   "God Damn, that's some fine pee," I said, then gave a little burp. 
"Hell, honey, you need to pee, you just drain it in this bottle and let me
drink it down.  I love it.  "

   Vanessa was grinning, awash in pure joy.  "I love you, Uncle Maurice,"
she said, then she curled up beside me, putting her feet up on the seat and
stretching the seatbelt to it's limit so she could lay her head in my lap,
fishing out my penis and licking at it.

   "Mmmm," she sighed.  "Uncle Maurice, why is your penis crying.  It just
keeps leaking."

   "Hmm, that's pre-cum sweetheart.  You've managed to wake up this
hard-working cock and it's looking for someplace wet and warm."

   "Oh," the child said, then placed the semi-erect meat pole in her sweet
mouth.  "There you go, Uncle Maurice.  You can leak pre-cum in my mouth as
much as you want."

   "You darling angel," I sighed in contentment.  I was hoping any passing
motorist would assume she was napping with her head in my lap.  Thankfully,
this stretch of highway didn't seem to have much traffic so I was able to
cruise across the asphalt without too much concern, and more pleasure than
a reprobate like myself could ever deserve.

   We drove on through the morning, but after a couple of hours I needed to
piss.

   "Vanessa," I murmurred, then realized she really had fallen asleep.  I
smiled but I really did need to relieve myself so I nudged her, which sent
her to suckling more actively at my cock.

   "Baby, I need to pee," I said softly.

   "Ummm-humm," she answered.  I couldn't tell if she as giving me
permission, or if she was just groggy.  I decided to try to release the
tiniest bit of urine to see if she swallowed it or if she spit and
sputtered.  Very cautiously I spurted a dash of piss into her sucking
mouth. I smiled when she not only swallowed it, but began sucking at my
cock more vigorously.  I tried to dribble out a bit more, then more,
careful not to inundate her or drown her, She didn't seem to care, she kept
her mouth glued tight to the head of my cock and trying to induce me to
release a constant flow into her thirsty little mouth.  Finally I let my
pee flow.  Vanessa, dragged the length of my dick from my jeans and held
onto with both hands as she aimed the hardening meat pole deeper into her
mouth, drinking from me as if she were dying of thirst.  I lowered a hand
and stroked her head as we cruised, even as I pissed freely into the sweet
preteen's mouth and as she drank my golden stream as if this was the most
natural thing in the world.

   When my bladder finally emptied, Vanesnssa shifted back around so she
was sitting by my side once again and went back to fondling my softened
dick as we drove along.

   "You like having me riding with you like this, Uncle Maurice?  Drinking
your pee, sucking you, playing with your penis while you drive?"

   "Like it, darling?  I love it.  You make driving a pleasure.  Did you
get some sleep before I woke you up like that?"

   "Yes," Vanessa answered.  "I sleep good with your cock in my mouth."

   I chuckled and reched around to squeeze her, "I love you," I said simply
and honestly.

   Vanessa's bright beautiful smile lit up my day, "I love y ou too."

   And we drove on into the new day, still several hours away from our
destination.  The trip seemed full of hope and promise.  Who would have
guessed what would happen when we arrived.
   (to be continued)