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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: A Surprising Obsession 04
Summary: A preteen rocker is born
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 04

   It was an eerie desert twilight when I finally pulled into the parking
lot of the bar and its attendant motel where my band was playing and
staying for the next few weeks.  There were hamburger wrappers on the front
seat, cola cups on the floor from our intermittent stops at fast food drive
throughs and Vanessa's empty piss bottle lying on the seat beside Vanessa.
My little shit eater was asleep beside me.  I was worn out from the long
drive, but I didn't regret a minute of it.  I had found my muse.  She was
ten years old and I had deflowered her the night before.  Pussy, asshole
and throat, at her own request, she was mine to debauch at will, sometimes
her will, sometimes mine.  Even as she napped, her head was still in my lap
and my dick was still in her mouth.

   "Vanessa," I whispered.  "Vanessa, baby, we're there."

   "Um--wha?--where?" she mumbled around the head of my cock and then
started suckling again before I nudged her to pull off and sit up.  As I
stuffed my stiff johnson back in my jeans, she looked around.

   "We're in Nevada?  Las Vegas?"

   "Not really Vegas," I said.  "We're on the outskirts of the outskirts of
Vegas but they still have slot machines.  We play for shit-kickers,
cowboys, motorcyclists, and the girls who love them.  This is where we'll
live for the few weeks."

   She sat up and acclimated herself, bringing herself to full
consciousness.

   "Good," she said.  "Where do we sleep?  I want to fuck."

   I couldn't help but smile.  On some levels Vanessa understood what we
were doing and what was going on, on others it was a grand play adventure
she would never forget, or recover from.  I was the same way.  I may have
had 30 years on the little girl, but we were on a level playing field when
it comes to knowing what would happen next.

   I kissed her pissy mouth with mine--I had drank my fill of her hot
little girl pee several times on the trip and she had drained my snake five
times in the process, gurlgling down every drop any time I announced I
needed to piss.  I loved it.

   I dug into my glove compartment and pulled out some breath freshening
gum.  I gave her some and took some myself.  "Chew this baby.  I'm sure our
breath both smell like urine about now."

   Vanessa smirked at me and said, "I know you do."

   I laughed.  "You too, baby cunt.  Now kiss me again."

   We kissed and exchanged a big dose of sweetened pee flavored spit, then
I sat up, started chewing the gum and unbuckled my seat-belt.  "Time to
meet the band baby." I said.

   "Great!" she exulted, but waited imperiously as I walked around the car
and opened the door for her.  As she took my hand to exit the car she
whispered with lots of sibulence, "I'm your slut, but I'm your princess.  I
own your skinny rock and roll ass..and asshole too."

   I grinned and said softly.  "My God, Vanessa.  What have I got myself
into with you?"

   "True fucking love," she answered.  "Always and forever, with my shit in
your mouth and your cum in my belly."

   I stood up straight and said in wonder, "Fuck girl, you really are ready
to meet the band."

   I took her hand and led her towards the noise of the bar.  The lot
itself was gravel and we made scratching noises as we walked across it. 
When we got inside the bar, we were hit by a shock of cool air, there was
the smell of beer and a haze of smoke that nearly overwhelmed us.  For me,
it was momentary.  For Vanessa, it appeared to spur an epiphany.

   "This is our life," she said.

   "Night after night," I agreed.  "I don't smoke.  But many here do, and
not always tobacco."

   "I can smell it too," Vanessa said over the din of the bar.  "Mom and
Chris get high a lot, specially when they screw."

   "I can just imagine," I said.  "I don't do that myself.  It's me and
Jack Daniel's, but never to excess.  Music has always been my jones, until
I met you, that is." I squeezed her hand gently as I said it.  She squeezed
mine back.

   By now, we were at the bandstand.  Gil, the vocalist, who was also
playing bass, practically ripped the instrument strap off his neck and
shoved it towards me.  "Finally," He said.  "Now get your ass on stage and
play.  I hate this motherfucker.  Can't work the stage with it."

   Vince, our drummer, who I had worked with for more than five years,
rolled his eyes as if to say, 'another prima dona lead singer', and said in
real words, "Hotel California, Maurice."

   We hit it as if in a waking dream.  We all knew the song and could play
it in our sleep.  Great song, mind you, and our dial-a-singer did a clean
version of it.  The bar patrons loved it and our vocalist had dreamy-eyed
groupies waiting and begging for his attention.  Gil would have his pick of
pussy tonight.  Vanessa just sat at a table in front of the stage where we
could keep an eye on each other and I motioned to the bartender to give her
a cola.  He nodded ascent and had a waitress bring it to her table.  She
mouthed a thank you to me and I grinned, mouthing "Drink up" back at her.

   We rolled through another three country-tinged songs and Vince announced
we would be back in an hour for our next set.  The band quickly dispersed
and I took the opportunity to tune the base properly, then gently placed it
by the drum kit and quickly got back to Vanessa.

   "What do you think?" I asked.

   She sipped her cola through a straw and said, eyeing Gil who was
surrounded by three young women who couldn't seem to keep their hands off
him.  "I love it.  Can I be your groupie?"

   "No," I smiled.  "You are way too important for that.  How's your
drink?"

   "It's fine," she answered, "I'm going to fill up on it so I can pee it
all back out," Then she added, "Why don't you have groupies?"

   "I've had my share," I answered.  "But I think those days are over,
don't you?"

   "Oh, I don't know," she said conspiratorily.  "I think it might be fun
to share a girl with you."

   "Oh?" I said, leaning close to her.  My new nymphette lover had once
again surprised me.  "Have you been with a girl before?"

   "Of course, silly," she said as if it were a foregone conclusion. 
"Sometimes my friends and I play around.  I like the taste of fresh, clean
little girl pussy as much as you do.  And I love to make them squeal when
they cum."

   "Well, shit..." I said in disbelief, leaning back.  "For a girl who
looks like a little angel, you are a total freak."

   Vanessa giggled.  "That's why we fit together.  I'm a freak and you are
freakier.  You've done things with me I didn't even know lovers do."

   I felt embarrassed and lowered my head, "Sorry." I mumbled.

   "Oh no, I love it, Uncle Maurice.  I want as much of your nasty as you
can give me.  I'll tell you if you ever go too far....but I don't think
that could ever happen."

   I looked into Vanessa's gleaming eyes, trying to fathom who this little
girl really was.  All I could see was love gazing back at me.

   She said, "Is it okay that I tell you the truth about stuff like that. I
never tell Mommy.  She doesn't want to know, and Chris still believes I'm a
fairy tale princess.  He doesn't know about how Momma used to have me suck
her boyfriends' dicks."

   "I'm glad you can tell me," I said.  "I want to know you.  The real you.
And I admit, you've surprised me every step of the way so far.  That's
fine. Better than fine.  It helps to explain why I was instantly drawn to
you, despite your age."

   Vanessa smiled conspiratorially, "Then it's okay if I get a girl to join
us sometimes?"

   I sighed, "Actually, I think its better if you get in the mood, it would
probably be better if it was just you and another girl.  We need to keep
our relationship on the downlow as much as possible."

   Vanessa pouted, "I don't like the idea of you not doing it with me.  It
feels like I would be cheating on you.  Even if you say okay, I don't want
to do that."

   I sighed.  "Then I suggest we table this discussion for later."

   Just then we were suddenly surrounded by the band.  Along with Vince the
drummer and Gil the frontman, Joe the keyboard player and Randy the
guitarist descended on us.

   Gil spoke first and almost got his clock cleaned in the process, "Hey,
honey cakes.  You're looking good.  You wanna try some blow?"

   I was up out of my seat.  "Hands off, Gil.  This is my neice and I
promised my brother and her mother to keep her away from evil fuckers like
you.  Besides, she's only ten."

   "Mmmm, tight and sweet," Gil said, trying to catch Vanessa's eye,
reaching for her as he did.  I stepped in between them.

   "You didn't hear me Gil.  Vanessa is off limits."

   Gil looked around as if this was inconceivable.  He had been developing
into a complete egomaniac over the past few months, thinking he was the
band, and not part of it, just because we were finding a mediocum of
success.  Trouble was, he wasn't half as good as he thought he was.  He was
fine as long as he had a really good group of musicians behind him, but if
not, his timing and his vocal range wasn't up to carrying a full set, much
less a prolonged tour.  He would never make it into a recording studio.

   "Wha--?" he said, acting like he was ready to take a swing at me.  That
was when Vanessa interrupted.

   "He said I'm with him," she said tartly.  "I'm his neice.  And I am not
interested.  You just aren't that pretty or sexy.  I'm not drunk and I'm
not horny, so please leave me alone."

   I loved the look on Gil's face then.  Evidently so did the rest of the
band.  He was due to be taken down a peg, and it had been done by a preteen
girl.  He quickly retreated back to the female bar patrons who evidently
were drunk and horny enough.  Everyone laughed at him as he retreated.

   "Ewww, sweetheart, you done fucked up Gil's hard-on," Joe said in a
southern drawl right out of the backwoods of Alabama.

   "You're gay, aren't you?" Vanessa asked him plainly.

   Joe and I both looked at the child.  She was right of course.  Joe was a
flamboyant showman, obviously queer in his mannerisms and his wardrobe was
flashier than all the rest of the band put together.  On this particular
night he wore tight orange and black spandex pants, a top better suited for
a girl than a guy.  He was great on the keyboards and fit into the band's
cross genre style like a glove, but he liked his sex man on man.  He was a
fighter too, in better condition than the rest of us combined.  The only
person in the band who had trouble with that was Gil, but he was too timid
to stand up to Joe face to face.  The truth was Gil was probably going to
be gone as soon as our tour was done.  We already had three potential
singers on tap, just waiting for the call.

   At any rate, I asked, "You're right but how could you tell?"

   "I know lots of gay guys.  Momma works with them.  Almost all of them
are really cool." Then to soothe any ruffled feathers she said to Joe, "And
I really like the way you play."

   Joe gave her his best pretty boy grin and said, "Shucks, missy.  You're
gonna make me blush."

   "In fact, I think the only weak part of your band is your singer.  He's
flashy but he's not really that good."

   Everyone looked at the girl with a lot more respect.

   "Is that what Maurice told you?" Vince asked.  "Or is it your own
opinion."

   "All mine," Vanessa said as if she was holding court.  "Maurice never
even mentioned anyone in the band before we got here.  He's just talked
about music and how this may not be a good experience for me, but it's
better than watching my mom and new dad screw everybody they meet in the
resort they're going to."

   I wasn't going to mention that but with the cat out of the bag, I added.
"They're swingers, evidently."

   "Do people still do that?" Joe asked.

   "I just know my parents do," Vanessa said, as if already an unofficial
member of the band.  "It's probably better for me here."

   I was happily surprised when Vince said, "You're gonna be fine. 
Consider us your four bodyguards."

   Vanessa smiled so broadly it made every one of us happy just to bathe in
the light of her joy.  Randy said, "And if that asshole Gil tries anything,
just let any one of us know."

   "I will," she said.  "But there's one thing.  I'm supposed to sleep in
my own room, but now I'm a little scared.  I don't want to be by myself."

   Randy quipped, "Uh oh, I foresee twin beds and no more pussy for you for
a while, Maurice."

   "That leaves more for me," Vince added, obviously happy about the
prospect.

   Vanessa was pouting when I looked down at her, but her eyes had a
mischievous sparkle that let me know I had been set up by an expert.

   "Hell," I said.  "Why not.  I wanted to work on a song for the girl
anyway.  She can work with me and maybe even sing it before she has to head
back home."

   "You turd," Joe drawled.  "You gonna turn babysitting into another
original rock song, ain't you.  Then you'll make us play it."

   "If I can," I admitted.  "Ever since I've met this girl, I've wanted to
write a song for her.  She's precocious as hell and her spirit fairly
shines.  There's something about her that inspires me."

   "Shit, man," Vince grinned.  "What else should we expect?  Any other
perverted shit out here would be trying to stop himself from feeling the
kid up.  Meanwhile you're pondering a new riff to introduce her to the
world.  In your own way, Maurice, you're the sickest motherfucker out here,
either in the band or out of it."

   I grinned sheepishly, Vince knew my modus operandi, except with a new
caveat I would never tell.  In this case I was totally obsessed with the
little shit I would be writing for.  "You just about got it," I said.

   "Fuck it," Randy added, "It's still the same everywhere we go." He
reached into his pocket and tossed me a card key.  "We have your room ready
for you, Maurice.  You two should go check it out and shower down after
that long-assed road trip.  Get cleaned up and tuck in the girl so you can
get back for the next set."

   "Sounds right to me," I murmurred and nodded to Vanessa.  The girl
slurped down the last of her coke and hopped up."

   "That way," Randy pointed.  "Turn right and head to the back, then right
next to the garbage bin, deep in the shadows and out of the light.  As
usual, we got the shitiest rooms in the place.  I can't guarnatee if the
lights or the water works."

   "We'll see," I shrugged, then reached out my hand to Vanessa.  She
grabbed it and said.  "We better go fast.  I need to pee bad."

   "Off we go," I said.

   Vince quipped, "Never thought I'd see the day, Maurice.  You babysitting
a kid.  Be back in 45."

   Vanessa just giggled and we were back outside in a flash.  The air had a
chill to it so she reached over and grabbed my back pocket.

   "Quick," she said.  "I really need to pee."

   We made our way over to the room, more like a converted little storage
shed.  I checked the number of the room from the key card and Randy was
right.  Our little room was secreted way off in the back, dark and lonely,
far away from the parking lot as well as the main office of the motel.  I
opened the door to a western style room, a little toilet to the side and a
view of the bar off in the distance.

   As soon as we got inside and the door was closed, Vanessa squealed,
"Hurry, Uncle Maurice.  I can't hold it any longer!"

   I had promised the child that I would be her toilet forever more, and I
take my promises very seriously.  I dropped down onto the sandy floor and
helped her pull her tight shorts down to her knees as she squatted on my
face, facing away from me so I had a perfect view of both her tiny asshole
and her compact little preteen pussy.

   "Unh!" she grunted immediately and farted right into my nostrils even as
she blasted my open mouth with a cascade of piss."

   I probably would have been disgusted if anyone else had farted in my
face like that but I would happily bathe in Vanessa's shit while I drank
from her golden fountain if that was what she wanted.  I was that fucked up
about the girl.  As it was, her relief was in her pee.

   "Oh God, that's good," she sighed as I downed a pint of urine from the
preteen's overflowing bladder.  "I almost didn't make it."

   I could only moan acknowledgement as I drank down my latest bellyfull of
preteen urine.  As before with my child slut, drinking her pee was
enormously gratifying and made the bulge in my jeans swell.  The fart had
only added a new level of intimacy and openness to our freaked out
relationship as far as I was concerned.

   As her pee subsided, I was able to start licking at her hairless little
girl cunt while I finished off my favorite non-alcoholic concoction.  I
held her tight to my slurping mouth as I began eating her out.  At first
she meekly submitted to my transition from toilet to sex freak, but her
relaxation must have activated her bowels so she suddenly struggled to
reposition her asshole over my mouth and rested herself onto my face.

   "Now I need to poop," she said, then gave a light anal grunt, farted
again, filling my mouth with a puff of noxious air, which I sucked down as
if it was the natural thing to do, then she released a string of young girl
feces for me to ingest.  I gobbled her sweet sexy shit and groaned in
depraved ecstasy.  My already hardened cock became a bar of steel as she
ground down onto my face.  I was happily surprised that there was a
sweetened flavor to her bm.  I experienced no gag reflex and treated her
gift of anal candy as the treasure it was.  I slurped and sucked and
tongued her pretty little asshole to get every bit of her juicy shit I
could, while she contentedly ground and rolled her but onto my face.

   "Ahhhh," she sighed.  "I love shitting into your mouth," Uncle Maurice.
You eat my butthole so good.  I never dreamed it could feel so good to
poop. "

   By now my tongue was wedged fully up the child's asshole, wriggling into
the tight tunnel of flesh and filth to elicit every sensation I could.  I
wasn't just her toilet.  I was her partner in shit sex delight.

   I heard her giggle.  "Oh, you like this don't you, Uncle Maurice.  Your
penis is so hard it looks like it's going to bust out your jeans.  We can't
have that can we?"

   With that, Vanessa pulled her sweet shitty ass off my face and quickly
unbuttoned and unzipped my denims.  Still displaying her shit smeared ass
to my hungry view, along with the slightly open and moist mouth of her baby
cunt, she pushed my jeans down my hips.  I raised my ass to assist her. 
Once she got the jeans below my ass cheeks she sat her trim little girl
butt back onto my chest and grabbed hold of my peter with both hands. 
"Wow, your bigger than ever.  It seems that the more poop I feed you, the
harder and bigger you get."

   I panted, "God damn, Vanessa, I can't seem to get enough of you, whether
it's you pussy, asshole, mouth, piss or shit, and the more I get the more I
want."

   She giggled her child giggle again, "Then I guess I better give you what
you need."

   She then stood, twirled around and squatted over my ceiling pointing
cock, grasped it firmly with both her hands and pointed it, then notched
it, and then planted it into the shit greased furrow of her hot tight shit
tunnel.

   "Ungh," she groaned as she slowly, but inexorably lowered her shit tube
onto the full hard length of my cock.  "Shit is good for lube, isn't it,
Uncle Maurice?  It lets your big fat penis push all the way up inside me."
With that, her butt was resting on my pubis.  I stared in fascination at
her accomplishment.  She had worked my entire dick up her ass.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.

   "I....feel....perfect," Vanessa sighed.  "It didn't hurt at all.  All I
feel is pleasure.  I feel full and fucked and like I am doing a big sexy
shit right onto your fucking cock.

   She closed her eyes and wriggled against my groin, sending endless
shivers of pleasure through my cock.  "I am fucking your dick with my
asshole, Uncle Maurice.  Do you like it?  "

   "I love it," it I admitted.  "But it makes me want to really fuck you
back, hard and fast and deep.  I'm afraid if I let loose I'll hurt you."

   Vanessa dropped her full weight down hard onto me..  "Then hurt me," she
demanded.  "Hurt me and fuck me and break me on two!  I like it when you
take me, when you own me, when you let me know I belong to you."

   "OOOHHHH!" I sobbed as I lurched up into her taut school girl rectum,
partially withdrew and punched my dick fully into her again.  Then again
and again and again.

   Vanessa cried out, "YES!  YES!  YES!" slamming down onto me every time I
drilled into her shit tube."

   She began to cry and laugh at the same time.  She reached down and began
diddling her clit, and her pink hairless pussy opened and began weeping a
steady stream of pussy cream down her asscrack and onto my balls as they
smacked against her.

   The sensations, the physical and psychic connection, all had me totally
absorbed in the fleeting but endless moment of pleasure and pain we shared.
My cock seemed to seek out an infinite number of nerve endings in the
child, even as the tip of my dick was bombarded by new erotic stimuli that
edged me deeper into this new universe of dark love.

   I keened, "Fuck you, you beautiful little girl bitch.  You, your pussy,
your nasty asshole, your filthy mouth make me fucking crazy!  I'll never
get enough of you, and now I don't just want to love you.  I want to hurt
you too.  I want to make you cry while I cum inside you."

   "Yes!" she said, then added "I'm cumming for you, crying for you, Uncle
Maurice.  Cumming on your dick!  Cum for me too!  Cum deep inside me!"

   I was out of control now, my dark demons of lust had taken me as surely
as I was taking Vanessa.  She had encouraged my lascivious desires and I
was no longer able to mute them.  I ripped my cock from her ass,.  She
screamed in pain, then again when I jammed my shit smeared cock into her
tight preteen pussy, still sore from its recent first ever fuck.  I
growled, flipped her over onto her back so I was now hovering above her and
began hammering into her tender little girl cunt.

   She screamed out in pain again.  "You asked for this, slut!" I grunted,
tearing up at my own perfidy and watching her tears now streaming from her
eyes, even as I continued to pound into the snug penis glove her pussy
formed around my burgeoning prick.

   I said, "I love you.  I care about you, more than anything I ever have
in my life, but you bring out my devil side.  I warn you, if you let me,
I'm going to knock you up, little girl.  You're going to be carrying my kid
in your womb before you see your mom again.  And don't try to stop me now,
not this time.  It's too late.  I've gone too far.  I've got to finish
inside your baby cunt.  But next time be careful when you say I can have my
way.  I won't be satisfied till I'm impregnating your sexy cunt while one
infant is nursing from your titty and you're sucking off another with your
beestung lips.  Now, you perfect little whore.  I'm going to blast your
womb with a quart of cum."

   I buried my rod balls deep in the little girl's cunt.  I screamed as my
semen blasted pulse after pulse deep into the child's ravaged cunt.  She
screamed too, but instead of withing in despair, she clung to me, wrapped
her legs around my waist, still crying, still yelping in pain.  She used
her abused little cunt to drain me, to draw all my semen into her body, as
if she wanted to get pregnant, then she began licking at the shit stains
she had deposited on my chest.  Her entire body was flushed and her
breathing was ragged.  She looked up to me with beseeching eyes and begged.
"Kiss me, Uncle Maurice.  Please kiss me."

   I wrenched my penis from the clutch of her little pussy and pulled her
pliant body up so I could reach her open mouth.  I kissed her deep, soul
deep.  We tasted each other's tears and breathed each other's breath. 
"God, I love you," I said.  "I'm so sorry for raping you like that, but I
really do love you."

   Vanessa smiled weakly, "That's just it, Uncle Maurice.  That's exactly
how I want you to love me.  I couldn't stop cumming once you started to
rape me.  It's like mine is the only pussy in the world for you when you do
that.  You cum so hard, it makes me cum hard too."

   I rolled over to my back on the floor where we were both still lay.  I
tried to catch my breath.

   "Sweetheart," I sighed." You know how I said that I had ruined you?  "

   Vanessa rolled to her side, clutching her bruised preteen pussy against
my side, dripping my jism back onto me.  "Yes," she answered.

   "I just realized you've ruined me the same way.  I'm not going to be any
use to any woman, girl or child now that I've had you.  You take me as I
am, give me your very soul to treasure, pleasure and abuse, and feed me
from your pussy, ass and heart without any restrictions.  I belong to you,
baby.  I just hope I can make it worth your while.  "

   "You already have,"she said.  "Now tuck me in, kiss me goodnight and go
finish your job.  I need my beauty rest before you come back and feed me
another load of your poop and pee."

   I couldn't help but grin.  Vanessa was pretty fucked up for a ten year
old, but she shone like a candle in the dark for me, , continuing to guide
me into and through the labyrinth of love that I had so carefully avoided
most of my life.  I did as she asked, the used the bathroom to clean up,
careful not to waste any bodily emulsion before she had a chance to feed
from me first.  When I looked back in on her, Vanessa had kicked off her
covers and was sprawled out naked on her bed.  I silently promised both her
and myself a further foray into debauchery when I got back.  Then I headed
back to the bar, just in time for our next set.

   (to be continued)