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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: A Surprising Obsession 05
Summary: A life long rocker is given charge over his brother's new
bride's 10 year old daughter while they take their honeymoon at a swinger's
resort.  Once alone, Maurice and Vanessa begin an illicit affair that
features both their darkest needs.
Keywords: Warning!  Mg, MF, FF, ws, scat, oral, ped, rom



   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 5

   The story so far : Maurice is a lifelong rock musician who recently
attended his younger brother's wedding.  During the reception he and his
brother's new wife's 9 year old daughter found themselves irrevocably drawn
to one another.  Shortly thereafter, his brother and wife admitted to being
full fledged swingers and his new sister-in-law insisted Maurice take her
daughter, Vanessa, with him to his next gig while the new couple engaged in
a honeymoon of debauchery at an undisclosed swingers resort.  She did this
despite knowing that Maurice and Vanessa would likely be fuck partners as
soon as they were alone together.  Not only did they fuck, but Maurice
initiated the little girl into the deeper dark pleasures of toilet sex. 
They bonded so intensely it is doubtful either will ever recover from the
experience.  We join them weeks later.



   It was the happiest time of my life.  I felt my creative juices flowing
and tacitly entwined with my passion, love and desire for my new child
lover.

   For her part, Vanessa seemed sexually insatiable, totally enthused by
the slice of rock and roll lifestyle she was being exposed to and had a
genuine creative flair when it came to music.  The rest of the band loved
her, treated her like their coolective little sister, except for Gil, our
front man, who was treating her like competition.

   On this night, which would likely be our last night together since my
brother and Vanessa's mother would be coming by to pick her up the next
night, I hoped to make the most of our last treasured time together.  I
wanted to take my time.  I wanted to make it last and form a memory that I
could revisit whenever I needed inspiration or lonely comfort because this
little girl had rocked my world so hard.

   I could never be the same.  I knew that.  I also knew my dream of
keeping her with me was not possible.  She had a real life to return to and
I didn't have the heart to keep her from it.  I had already fucked her up
sexually and romantically.  She treated sucking out my asshole like an
evening of wine and roses, a total necessity before she could fall asleep,
along with a womb full of my semen.  She woke me up every morning by
planting her hairless little pussy on my face and emptying her bladder into
my cunt sucking mouth, after which I had to fuck the preteen till we came
together, calling out each other's names.  It was as if we were on our own
filthy honeymoon.

   So it was that after we had closed down the bar for the night, I tread
very softly to the bed we shared and sat down beside her.  I started by
just looking at her for a while.  This little angel demon owned my soul
now. There was no denying it, and I would have to let her go by this time
tomorrow.  I felt a sob well up from somewhere deep and I stopped it,
determined to make the most of our last night together.

   After I felt I had committed her sleeping image to my memory, I reached
down and gently stroked her hair and face, her legs and arms, murmurring
how much I loved her, how much I treasured her sweet soul, cunt, ass and
smile.  I watched as Vanessa smiled sweetly in her sleep when I brushed my
fingers lightly over her little girl nipples and up and down her tummy. 
Then as I gently stroked her tight hairless pussy crease, she purred like a
kitten and spread her legs wide to give me full access to her already
seeping cunt.  I don't know if she was still asleep or starting to wake,
but I loved the feel of her moist indented pussy lips as I teased and
nudged my forefinger into the taut wet mouth of her beautiful smooth cunny.
She sighed in contentment as I continued to lovingly molest her.  Finally,
as she started to rouse, I bent over to kiss her neck, then her ears,
suckling at the lobes, probing into her ears, tracing my way into each
aural indentation until I lodged the tip of my tongue into her secreted ear
holes, first one then the other.  As always, my ministrations drew forth a
sweet note of pleasure as she squirmed against me.  She didn't seem to want
to open her eyes, enjoying the sensations of dream sex.  Savoring the half
imagined carresses as much as I did.

   I continued stimulating my little lover as I began kissing her bee-stung
lips.  She opened her mouth in submission as I used my tongue to explore
her mouth, her teeth and tongue, then sucking at her to draw her saliva
into my mouth and tongue fuck her throat.  Even as I did, she writhed her
pelvis to capture more of my finger into the syrupy baby cunt.  Finally she
groaned, "Fuck me, Uncle Maurice.  Please fuck me!"

   I grinned.  "I will," I promised.  "I'm just making sure you remember
tonight.  We don't know what will happen tomorrow, but tonight, I want
every part of you to feel my love and hunger for you."



   "I do," she whimpered.  "I feel it." Then she locked her slender arms
around my neck and dragged me on top of her, reached down and unzipped my
fly, grabbed hold of my rigid pole and lodged my hard cock into the warm
sticky tube of her little girl pussy and begged, "Please Uncle Maurice,
hard and deep.  Make it hurt.  Make it yours."

   I groaned, "Aw fuck!" and my plans for a tender slow motion sex scene
evaporated.  I grunted from deep in my hungry soul and plunged my dick full
of into the child's tight sex channel.  I loomed above her and wrestled
with the button on my jeans, shimmied them down below my ass, and repeatly
rammed my prick into depths of the preteen's sweet vaginal tube and howled
"I love you, you beautiful baby whore!" as we reconsumated our bonds of
love and pain and need.  She needed to be owned, she needed the pain along
with the pleasure.  I needed the soul deep expulsion of lust and layered
passions of desire, regret, and ecstasy as I fucked and pummeled my
newfound sex mate.  We didn't just fuck, we didn't just make love.  We
drove one another into the depths of existence.  We claimed each other's
soul.  She cried out and shed her tears of completion as she came, fully
plugged to the root by my cock.  I called her name but didn't cum, not yet.
Instead I kept fucking her deep as if I could retake her innocence.  I
drove myself into her now open and slick pussy, still tight as fuck, but
now easily accommodating my full sized prick.  I wrapped her tight in my
arms but never slowed my rutting pleasure.

   I suddenly found I couldn't hold back as I wanted.  Melded together as
we were, I had to finish inside her.  "I am so sorry, Vanessa.  I wanted to
make this last, but I can't ever get enough of your little puss.  You are
so sweet and tight and oh, God, I've got to cum in your hot cunt."

   "Do it," demanded my precocious sex demon.  "Give it all to me.  Cum
into me.  Knock me up."

   Hearing her say that always scared me, but never stopped me from doing
everything I could to fulfill her request.  I already felt guilty as fuck
for corrupting the child so thoroughly, but knew that I would do it again
if I had the chance.  She was mine now, and I was hers.

   As I spewed rope after rope of jism into Vanessa's spasming pussy, I
drilled her deep.  I froze, feeling her tighten, squeeze and vacuum my
sperm into her body.  She whimpered and writhed.  "Cumming!" I groaned,
leaned down and kissed her, emptied my balls as deep inside her as I could.


   I pulled back from her and said, "God Damn little girl.  I love you so
much I can't even hold back my nut when I'm inside you."

   Vanessa smiled contentedly, "You never need to hold back with me, Uncle
Maurice.  Cum in me, pee on me, shit in my mouth.  I'll always find a way
to get some more."

   I kissed her again.  "I know you will." I grinned.  "You know you're the
only girl who's ever gotten to me like this?  Always before, after the last
set, I would slip away with some horny chick to practice safe sex.  Then
when the girl left, I would stay up for awhile working on a new tune or
just messing with my acoustic guitar, chasing a riff or cosmic truth which
for me somehow seemed to be the same thing.  But with you, you are the
ultimate truth.  There aren't any words or music that compare.  You are
love and sex and depravity all tied together.  "

   "I don't mind if you bring another girl with you," Vanessa said.  "But I
would like it better if she was my age.  Little girl pussy is sweet," she
giggled and squirmed beneath me.  "But you already know that, don't you."

   I shook my head in consternation.  "Vanessa, you are the only girl child
I have ever fucked, at least since I was a child myself.  And we can't
afford to add anyone to our relationship.  It's just too risky.  If you
want to hook up with someone else I just ask you to be careful."

   Anger flamed in Vanessa's eyes even as she hunched up to me., making my
dick reharden and lengthen back up into her cuntal sheath.  "You stupid
fucker!  Didn't I already tell you I don't want to fuck anybody else unless
you're fucking them too?"

   "I know," I said.  "I don't want to hold you back though."

   Vanessa locked her arms around my neck.  "Why?  Do you want to fuck
somebody else?"

   "What?  No.  Never!" I exclaimed.  "Little girl, you've ruined me for
anyone else.  Ever."

   "And you've ruined me," she said, speaking more truth than she imagined.
Then she added, "Now, are you going to feed me your pee and poop or do you
want me to go hungry?"

   We grinned together but my smile quickly became a grimace.  My eyes
suddenly flooded with tears and they fell in love down onto Vanessa's
lovely little girl face.  I watched as she strained to catch my tears in
her mouth.

   We began fucking together again as we wept, anticipating the loss of our
love and soul bond.  We kissed and cried, fucked and fondled.  I reached
around her rounded bottom slid my forefinger between the cheeks of her
saucy butt and easily up into her cum sickened shit hole.

   As soon as my finger invaded her asshole, Vanessa stopped writhing
against me and said, "Stop!  Feed me, Uncle Maurice.  Your tears, your
spit, your shit, your cum, its all mine to swallow.  Please..  I need it.
Please.  Let me see you shit.  Let me eat your shit.  Fuck me more after.
If this is our last night, fill my belly with your nasty filth.  Then you
can use me any way you want.  "

   I pushed away from the perfectly formed preteen and stood up.  Without a
word I finished undressing until I stood naked beside the bed.  My cock was
fully erect and glistening with Vanessa's love juices.  She lay back,
studying me, her knees still up and spread wide.

   "You sure you want this?" I asked.

   "Why do you always ask that?" she snapped, answering my question with
another question.  "I'm begging you for it.  I tell you, I keep telling
you, I need it."

   I started to speak but Vanessa didn't give me a chance.  "It's your
fault.  You taught me to want this, to need this.  From now on, just do it.
I'm your fucking toilet.  The toilet you fuck..  The toilet you love.  Your
ass is mine.  Your penis is mine.  The poop from your ass is mine and the
pee and cum from your dick is mine.  Just feed me like you're supposed to.
Don't ask, just do it."

   I couldn't move.  She was right.  Even after I groomed her for this kind
of sex over the past few weeks, I always asked for permission.  She needed
mastery now, not courtesy.  Her need for love equated a need for explicit,
if mutual, domination.  The revelation may have come.  late, but it came
with full force.  My need for her erupted as an explosion of action.

   "You beautiful little shit-pig!" I snarled, and watched her break out
with a lovely smile.  I said, "You're so fucking pretty.  Your face is
school girl perfection.  I wonder what your friends and teachers would
think if they knew your pouty little lips were happiest when they were
wrapped around my stinking asshole, sucking out, chewing and swallowing my
filthy turds."

   Vanessa's grin grew even bigger, "Your turds aren't filthy, Uncle
Maurice.  Not for me.  For me, your poop is delicious.  I never want to
stop eating you...  and feeding you too."

   "Then move little bitch.  Get ready to eat shit right from my ass.," I
said.  I climbed up on the bed, raised my ass and lowered my head.  I said,
"Get behind me, Vanessa.  Show me how nasty you can get."

   Vanessa shuffled around until I felt the puff of her breath in the crack
of my ass.  I heard her take a deep sniff and exhale a sweet sigh.

   "Oh yes, Uncle Maurice.  I love how your butt smells.  It smells just
like shit." She nestled her face between my butt cheeks and tenderly licked
her little girl tongue across my asshole, then French kissed my shitter.

   "Oh my God," I groaned.  "My little angel, that feels so good.  I love
how you eat my asshole."

   "Yes!" Vanessa cried.  "You taste so dirty.  I can taste your salty
sweat, your shit, the inside of your ass, the meat of you," the She was
panting now.  "I'm fingering my pussy while I eat your ass, Uncle Maurice.
I'm going to cum while you feed me your shit.  Feed me!  Feed me now!"

   She attacked my asshole then..  She spread my ass cheeks so wide it hurt
and fell to sucking and tongue fucking and gnawing at me..  She mumbled
loudly, "Shit for me, Uncle Maurice."

   I moaned, "I saved it up all day for you.  It's all yours." I activated
my bowels, ground down and pushed down inside my ass.  I felt the shit
move, slide from my guts down my anal tube.  "It's coming baby." "All my
shit.  All for you."

   My little slut groaned and cried in orgasmic joy when my turd touched
the tip of her tongue.  I felt her jerking against me as she fingered
herself, obviously cumming while she gobbled at the shit I was evacuating
directly into her mouth.

   For me, the joy was just as intense.  My jaw dropped in abject ecstacy
and I groaned long and loud.  I "Ohhhhh, eat that shit, you angel cunt.  I
love you so fucking much!"

   Vanessa gagged and smacked her lips as she ingested my crap.  She
refused to back off though.  She kept digging her tongue up into my
shit-tube,grinding her face into my asshole.  She kept cumming while she
ate me out, chomping and chewing and gulping down mouthful after mouthful
of my shit.

   "Eat it!" I groaned.  "Eat it all!"

   The little girl seemed to fall into another series of shit induced
orgasms when I said that.  I really had given my preteen lover a real shit
addiction.  When I tried to pull away, she stopped frigging her pussy,
grabbed me by my hips and glued her mouth even tighter to my asshole.  She
was determined to get it all.  I relaxed and let her finish up as I had
ordered and as she intended.

   I practically sobbed, "I really do love you, Vanessa.  And I love how
you suck out my ass.  I made you my shit girl, and I don't want to give you
up.  Ever!  But this is our last night.  Tomorrow your mom and Chris will
be coming to take you home."

   I finally moved away from her.  I turned to her and watched Vanessa as
she panted her way down from her multiple orgasms.  I saw her now familiar
shit masked face, still stuffing my residual shit into her mouth and
slurping it down into her rounded tummy.

   "God, you are so sexy like this," I said with the utmost sincerity.

   Vanessa just grinned, collected and stuffed the last combined globules
of feces from her cheeks and chin and stuffed it all into her mouth, then
made a big show of swallowing it all, then she opened her mouth wide to let
me know she had ingested every drop.

   "My God, little girl.  You kiss your Mommy with that mouth?" I joked.

   "I kiss my Momma, and I'll kiss you too," she quipped and motioned me
down to join with her, mouth to mouth.  I had long since overcame any
reluctance to kiss my schoolgirl lover with my shit in her mouth.  She
shared my shitty mouth after I ate out her ass and figured fair is fair.

   Our kiss was deep and dirty and long lasting.  She practically climbed
my body as she shared her filthy mouth.  She rubbed her pussy against me
while we mauled each other.  I squeezed her tiny plump ass, fingered her
pussy, till she squealed, then dug the same finger up her ass.  Vanessa
squirmed and writhed.  I was finally giving her what she wanted.  I was
taking what I wanted and I wanted everything.  Her cum and cunt and ass. 
Her mouth and heart and soul.  I had groomed her to be my toilet slut, and
now she was grooming me.  I was her sexual master, her life mentor, her
romantic and musical collaborator.  We were bonded and meshed and
interconnected.

   "Give me your pussy, you beautiful little slut!" I grunted as I grabbed
her slender legs and spread them wide, forcing her pale tender thighs open
for my complete access and inspection.  I gazed down at her perfect little
girl cunt.

   "God almighty, Vanessa, There is nothing more precious than your sweet
pussy."

   I used my thumb and forefinger to spread the preteen's tiny pussy,
grabbed my hard cock and aimed it at the small but well used opening. 
Without warning or mercy I drilled my cock fully into the child's cunt.

   "oooohhhh!  Argh!  Ow!  " Vanessa cried., but instead of trying to get
away, she hooked her legs above my ass and used that leverage to hold me
tight.

   I started slapping my groin into hers, thrusting hard and deep.  The
suction of her pussy and the shared secretions we continued to emit created
a sensory overload.  The smell of her pussy and my shit, watching her lick
at the brown smears around her mouth, feeling her cervix tickle at the head
of my dick and her internal muscles massage and squeeze me drove me to fuck
my little shit queen even faster.  Sweat was pouring from me and her skin
felt as if she were on fire.

   "I love fucking you," I managed to groan as I approached my orgaamic
threshold.

   "And I fucking love you," she answered as she fought to draw my mouth to
her shitty lips.  I grunted and moaned in reluctant acceptance of once
again tasting my own feces, but once I made contact with her lips, all
disgust evaporated.  I sucked her slithering tongue into my mouth and
emptied my balls into her her tight hungry cunt.

   She grunted and groaned.  I cried her name into own mouth in exultation.


   When I finally fell atop her in exhaustion she used her lithe lean body
to slip from under me, smeared with sweat and other excretions.

   She said "Do you actually think I am going to let you get away from me?"


   "Not willingly," I gasped.  "But I don't think we have much of a
chance." I shrugged, "Still, I have to try.  Let's sleep on it for now.  I
want you to perform the song we've been working on for you.  Let them see
for themselves the girl you've became in their absence.  Then we'll have a
talk with them and try to work something out."

   Vanessa smiled in the shadows and cuddled up next to me, saying nothing
but purring in a very self satisfied way.  I pulled her tighter and sighed.
I was worried how deep it would tear her when her mother came down on us.
Be that as it may, Vanessa had once again worn my ass out and the only
solution for that was passing out in the sweet clutch of her arms.  That is
what I did.

   Our day rarely began before noon and that fateful day was no exception.
I woke up to a mouthful of delicious preteen pussy and immediately got a
belly full of body-heated little girl piss, the most satisfying of all of
nature's beverages.  We then kissed and fucked, this time up her tender
asshole, cumming together and drilling into her hot shit, after which she
cleaned my cock with her mouth while I shivered in aftershocks of pleasure.


   We showered together.  I took her pussy without warning or request and
battered her against the wall of the shower stall.  She whined, screeched
and demanded even rougher treatment until she came, scratching at my back
and biting hard into my neck.  When we finished we covered one another's
faces with kisses.

   "That was perfect," she said.

   I grinned.  "Glad you liked it," I said.

   "Did you?" she asked.

   "I loved it.  I pretty much ravished you.  Hell, I finally got it right
and this may be the last time I get to do it."

   The 10 year old vixen smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, Uncle
Maurice.  I've got it covered.  Trust me."

   I stared at her in confusion.  That only only made her smile more
broadly.

   "Isn't it time to rehearse my song?" she asked.

   I said, "Yeah, it is," I agreed.  So we went out to put the final
touches on her song.  The band was tight and clean.  The only one off was
Gil, even his counterpoint harmony was screwed up, but we had pretty much
given up on him.  Vanessa had better timing, a stronger stage presence and
a clear clean presentation that put the poser to shame.  It was obvious she
had a great passion for music and was able to deliver an honest raunchy
song interpretation as well as I had ever seen.  She seemed to treat her
voice as a complementary musical instrument, sometimes soaring above the
song1, sometimes bolstering it, sometimes picking up the whole damned song
on her twerking, hunching little ass and carrying through to the finish.

   Even though we had her listed for only her own song, she had rehearsed
with us, sitting in for the prima donna so often it was clear she fit in
better than he ever could.  The band loved her like a little sister, a down
and dirty little sister to be sure.  No one seemed to suspect she was more
than that.



   The evening came on faster than I expected.  The bar was full of our
regular crowd, but that crowd had grown considerably during our stay. 
Seems the underbelly of society really enjoyed our bashing brand of rock
and roll.

   In the middle of our final set, Chris and Stacey showed up and my heart
sank.  I saw them slip in and take a seat towards the front of the stage.
Nonetheless, I nodded and smiled at them.  They drank up and seemed to
enjoy the music.  Then, as we finished a long jamming version of I Heard It
Through the Grapevine, I stepped up to the microphone and said.  "Folks, a
few weeks ago we were joined by a darling little girl, my niece, Vanessa.
Vanessa won the hearts of the band and quickly became a precious ward of
all of us.  We were surprised to find she's also a hell of a singer.  She
even wrote the lyrics to a new song.  Her song.  Vanessa's Song.  Tonight,
with her mom and dad watching on we would like to debut her and her song. I
think you will be surprised, maybe even a little scared but definitely
impressed.

   Vince started out with a count of 1 2 3 4 and started a drum opening
that built a loud primitive rhythm.  Randy's guitar suddenly split into the
rhythm with a loud declaration of lyrical noise and Jim's keyboards
smoothed it all out with a melodic dance.  Throughout it all I had
maintained a throbbing understated bassline.  Now that we had a groove
going, the lights in the bar all went off.  In a quick instant they came
back on with Vanessa taking center stage in front of the band, she had
tight yellow shorts that snuggled tight to her lean preteen form.  Her half
blouse was peach colored and skin tight.  Her waist long brown hair hung
down in front of her face, but when we hit her beat, she whipped that hair
behind her back and tore into her song right on time..  She sang

   " You give me dolls and you buy me toys You tell me not to trust any
boys You say I'm too young to know what I want What I really want is you in
my...."

   We suddenly stopped the song and an audible gasp arose from the crowd,.
We didn't give them a chance to recover.  Just as quickly we assumed our
loud, thumping grinding groove.  Vanessa didn't miss a beat either.  She
began a whirling gyrating dance as she went on with the lyrics.  Her little
ass was bouncing and her hair was whipping around dangerously.  She sang.

   "You say I don't know how I feel I say what I feel is real I need your
love and I need your kisses I'll give you everything a little boy misses.

   Take me, make me feel Take me, I'll show you what's really real I'll
take you just as you are I'll make you my superstar

   My arms are open, my legs are strong I'll make you forget what's right
or what's wrong You say I'm too little, you say I'm too young When I'm
finished you won't know to stay or run, to get in back or get the front
I'll ruin you, and you'll be lost in my....  "

   We hit another full stop, then began all over again.  This time when we
hit the final line of the song, we went into an instrumental and Vanessa
took over the stage in a writhing surpentine dance.  She giggled and
screamed as she sidled up to each one of us and danced beside or in front
of us as we dove into our respective solos.  The whole joint was rocking,
Couples were dancing.  Even Chris and Stacey were out of their seats.  I
swear having that little girl, obviously sexual and enjoying it, and
simultaneously exuding innocence and joy, raised our collective game 100
per cent.  I stood grinning and tall, so proud of my young protĂ(C)gĂ(C),
though we all knew that all I had done was open the door to her potential.
That night she became a full fledged rocker, and it didn't matter if she
went back to her Barbie Doll life.  She would never be the same.

   Finally, after almost 15 minutes of a solid music orgy that had people
sweating, swearing, laughing and stomping to the beat, we drew the tune
back in and let our little diva belt out her lyrics one last time, then
dropped it all off in the sodden abyss of silence.  There was a few seconds
of shocked disbelief, both at what we had all just witnessed and been a
part of, then the sudden explosion of applause, whistles and unabashed
adulation of the preteen nymphet who had taken us all on a wild and ridden
us collectively into exhaustion.

   Vanessa was grinning broadly and dripping sweat.  She ran out to her
mother and hugged her fiercely.

   "Did you like it, Momma.  Wasn't it good."

   "You were remarkable!" Stacey agreed.  "I have never seen anything like
it."

   Chris stood back and said, "I hate to say this, Vanessa, but you were
sexier than fuck up there.  You are a natural."

   Vanessa looked at me and winked, then threw herself into Chris's arms,
hugged him tight, then kissed him hard and deep, refusing to release him
when he tried to pull away.  When she finally released him, she said," I'm
going to show you how sexy I am, Daddy.  I am so happy you married mommy,
even if she never let me suck your dick like she did all her other
boyfriends."

   Both Chris and Stacey were taken aback.  This was not the Vanessa they
expected.  Teasing and sexily precocious, exuberant and overtly ftank.

   "What do you mean?  STACEY!  I never....  " Chris stammered.  Then to
preteen minx lounging in his arms, he said, "And you've never called me
Daddy before.  Why start now?" Finally to me he said, You sonofabitch! 
What have you done to this child?  "

   Stacey must have been a little high because instead of going paranoid,
she smirked and said to Vanessa," That is why I never suggested you show
Chris what a dirty little cunt you could be.  I knew how he would react."
To me she said, "I see you've brought out Vanessa's stage presence. 
Anything else we should know before my new husband starts divorce and
criminal proceedings?"

   I shrugged and said nothing.  This was Vanessa's play.  I meant to
support her if I could, not stir the pot.

   Vanessa answered for all concerned." Don't worry, Mommy.  Daddy's not
going to do anything like that.  "Turning to Chris, still hanging around
his neck and forcing him to sit down so she could sit on his lap, she said,
"You're not going to do anything like that, are you, Daddy.  Not when your
dick is so hard and jerks every time I call you Daddy, are you?"

   Poor Chris was struck dumb.  He had been betrayed by his own cock.. 
Whatever self-righteous indigestion might have been sparked had need
counteracted by his 10 year old stepdaughter's pussy and wriggling butt
grinding down on his crotch.

   Vanessa looked at me, winking again.  "Uncle Maurice, why don't you get
a couple of bottles of that drink you like so much and some cola for me. 
We can all go to our room and work this out."

   She giggled, wiggled again to keep my brother's libido agitated and then
returned to her mother's arms.  Stacey was no doubt as surprised as Chris
at Vanessa's change of character, but she seemed intrigued as well.

   Just about this time the band and Vanessa's new fans descended upon us.
I slipped away unnoticed by anyone besides Vanessa and wrestled my way to
the front of the bar.  I got two bottles of JW Black some glasses and a
couple of bottles of coke then headed out the door.  I made my way over to
the room Vanessa and I had shared for the last few weeks.  Stepping into
the sacred space it felt like we had spent a lifetime in these walls.  A
lifetime of uninhibited wide open sexual adventure and an ever deepening
romance.  Even more wonderful, it had felt like our two souls had merged
and sparked our creativity.  The little shit could surely put words to rock
and roll music.  It fit so well I couldn't believe it was over.

   It was then I heard an unmistakable light hearted giggle.  I stepped to
the door and held it open as I watched Vanessa skipping and prancing
between Chris and Stacey, holding both their hands as she led them to our
room.  They looked like the all American family, except for the slight
stagger of Chris's walk and Stacey's occasionaI stumble.  As I stood there
I could hear them easily in the clear desert air.

   "It's right here, Mommy.  When we first got here Uncle Maurice tried to
get me my own room, but their butthole singer scared me and we've been
sleeping in here since then."

   "How chivalrous," slurred Chris.

   "In separate beds?" Stacey asked with a biting knowing tone.

   Vanessa just giggled.

   "That's what I thought," Stacey said without malice.  "And I suppose we
can no longer call you an innocent little girl, can we?"

   As Vanessa sat her mother down on the bed we shared, she said, "Now
Momma, I don't think I was ever really innocent, do you?  Not after all
those boyfriends of yours you had me suck off.  I may have been a virgin
but I was never going to be innocent."

   "What?" grumbled Chris as he started to sit by Stacey, but Vanessa
redirected him to the other bed.  As soon as he was seated Vanessa pushed
his legs apart and went to her knees between them

   "Mommy never told you, Daddy?"

   "Vanessa!" yelped Stacey.  "No!"

   Vanessa's wide grin never wavered.  She just nodded to me and said, "You
sit down with my Momma, Uncle Maurice.  I want you to be part of this too."


   I wrinkled my brow, but said, "Whatever you say, pretty baby.  This is
your night and your show." I then sat down by Stacey and watched my preteen
lover weave her web of revelation and seduction.

   Vanessa looked back up to Chris and began unbuttoning and slowly
unzipping his trousers.

   " What do you think you're doing, Vanessa?" Chris grumbled, but didn't
raise a hand to stop her.

   "Why, I am going to suck my Daddy's dick," she said as if it were a
foregone conclusion.  "Just like I did all mommy's other boyfriends, only
this time it's my idea.....and I think I've got lots better since then.  ".
She took a long loving slurp up the length of my brother's burgeoning Uncut
cock, and lapped up the the streaming string of precum leaking from the
little pink lips of it.

   " Vanessa!  " Chris said sharply, but it was too late.  The pretty
little girl had popped the head of his cock deep in her mouth and started
jacking him off as she played her talented little tongue around his
sensitive crown.

   "Oh fuck!  God Damn!" Chris cried as he moved his hands to the back of
his step-daughter's and began shallowly fucking into her face.

   Stacey turned to me, her eyes full of fire and tears.  "What have you
done to my daughter?" she cried.

   Before I could respond, Vanessa pulled off Chris's rod and said to me,
"Kiss her, Uncle Maurice.  Kiss her and eat her out.  Show her how you love
me."

   Stacey stared at me with wide open eyes, aghast at her daughter's
instructions.

   "I said fuck my momma, Uncle Maurice, while I suck and fuck my new
daddy." I turned to see Stacey's reaction but she was shaking her head no.
When Vanessa saw my hesitation she said to me, "You said you would do
anything I wanted, Uncle Maurice.  I want you to fuck my momma just like
you fuck me.  Rape her.  Own her!  Make her cry and cum and laugh at the
same time.  Now fuck her!" With that she turned back to Chris and demanded.
"Fuck my face, Daddy!  Bury your big dick in my throat and fill my belly
with your scummy cum," Then she filled her mouth with Chris's dick and
resumed the intense blowjob she had initiated.

   Chris looked down at the pubescent child worshipping his cock, looked
over at Stacey and me and said, "Do it, Maurice!  Fuck the holy shit out of
my wife while I deep cock her pretty little slut daughter,."

   That broke down any remaining walls.  I pulled the reluctant mother into
my arms and kissed her.  She offered only the barest resistance to my
invading tongue, but as soon as I gained entrance to her loquacious mouth
she damned near swallowed me whole.  Once started, I was surprised at how
much her taste and enthusiasm resembled her daughter, despite being so
completely different.  As we kissed I drew her to me, feeling her breasts
and body mold into mine.  She felt soft and yielding, suddenly receptive to
any sexual advance.  Ahh, a sex kitten, I thought as I sighed into her
mouth and pulled her even more tightly to me.  This was going to be fun.  I
knew her type, and I was almost always satiated by the time a sexual
encounter was over with such a lover.  Stacey literally melted once sex
began.  Her body compliant to any perverse suggestion.  Even better than
Vanessa in some ways, I thought.  Vanessa needed to be taken forcibly.  She
needed to be owned.  She needed to feel like I couldn't control myself. 
Her mother was different.  She put her trust in a lover's desire for her,
that he would both take her and take care of her needs.  I liked both.  I
was hopelessly addicted to Vanessa now, but fucking a submissive accepting
slut like her mother was just as satisfying in a different way.

   When we broke our kiss, the dye had already been cast.  I was going to
empty my balls in my brother's wife's cunt, hoping to knock her up.  I
think she knew that, or at least felt the intent.  All her resistance had
now disappated.  She whimpered as I began nibbling, nipping and sucking at
her graceful lean neck.  "What did you do to my daughter?" she said,
obviously absorbed in the way Vanessa was practically gobbling down Chris's
hard-on.

   I turned my head to see Chris hinching deep into Vanessa's gagging
throat.  He was practically howling, "There you go, you little slut.  Is
this what you wanted?  To get throat raped by a grown up man?  Is this how
Maurice rapes you?"

   As I reached around and unbuttoned the top of Stacey's short dress,
unzipped it, then pulled it over her head, revealing a proud perky set of
pink nippled titties and a smooth shaven cunt.  She wore no underwear.

   "God damn," I said in awe and wonder.

   Vanessa pulled off Chris again and panted, "Isn't my mommy beautiful? 
Don't you just want to suck her pussy and titties?  Don't you want to taste
her pee and poop ?"

   Both Chris and Stacey gasped in disbelief at Vanessa's foul suggestion.

   I thought to myself, fuck it, time to up the stakes.

   I said,"Vanessa, get your hot little ass over here.  I want to see you
eat out your momma's hot cunt."

   "No," exclaimed Stacey.

   Vanessa ignored her and shifted around, still on her knees, and forced
her mother's knees wide open and dove face first into her sopping wet open
puddy.

   "No.  Don't." Stacey protestex weakly as her own preteen daughter began
to noisily slurp and suck out the same pussy she came from.  "

   " Damn, that is so beautiful," I said.  I looked over to my brother as
he stated at the wondrous sight of his step daughter eating out his new
wife's cunt.  He muttered," God damn you Maurice, This is all your fault! "

   I laughed."Shit, Chris.  Thanks for giving me the credit, but Vanessa
was fully formed by the time I got her.  Now get out of your clothes and
jam your throat jelly covered dick in your new daughter's tight little
asshole."

   Chris stared wildly at Vanessa's writhing bubble butt.

   "Mmmmm.  Yes Daddy, fuck my shitty ass."

   Chris was lost now.  Hearing Vanessa's sweet voice make the request
damned him.  He shed his clothes as quickly as humanly possible.  As he
positioned himself over and behind Vanessa's pert little rump, Stacey tried
to intervene one last time.

   "No.  Please," she begged meekly.

   I said, "Why don't you shut the fuck up," and forced my tongue into her
mouth and down her throat."

   She moaned, kissed me back with her eyes open to watch Chris target
Vanessa's dimple of an asshole and watched her pretty nymphet daughter's
well groomed asshole swallow her groom's long hard cock to the hilt. 
Vanessa, Stacey and Chris all groaned together.  I got up turned and stood
on the bed, using the wall to keep my balance and grabbed Stacey by the
back of her head and jammed my sick into the hot wet confines of her mouth
and throat.

   "Yes!" sobbed Vanessa.  "Fuck my mommy's face.  Rape her." Then to
Chris, "Rape me, Daddy!  Rape my bottom.  Fuck my butthole.  Fuck my shit!"

   There was no turning back for any of us now.  I was viciously ramming my
cock into Stacey's mouth.  Chris was violently sodomizing Vanessa's tight
school girl shit hole .  Both females were grunting and sobbing in pleasure
and pain.  Vanessa was on her third orgasm when Chris unloaded into her
bowels.  When I saw his shit covered cock pull out of her asshole I emptied
my nuts into Stacey's belly.  Stacey had cum 5 times while Vanessa lapped
up her cunt juice, letting me have my way while she held the child's mouth
tight to her spasming cunt.

   As we all collapsed both Stacey and Chris said, "Fuck you, Maurice. 
Look how you've ruined this sweet little girl.

   Vanessa and I grinned conspiratorily.  "Yeah, right." I panted.  "All my
fault.  I know."

   Sitting naked beside Chris on the floor, Vanessa looked down at his
nasty cock.  She cooed, "Oh Daddy.  Look at the mess my dirty shit hole
made on your penis.  Here, let me clean it for you."

   She bent over Chris's shitty dick and began licking her own feces off
his befouled member.  Chris said, "Ugh, no.  That's filthy."

   Vanessa just mewled in pleasure as she sucked his dirty cock.

   As we cuddled on the bed, Stacey had buried her face in my shoulder to
avoid the vision of her daughter cleaning her own shit from the her
husband's cock.  I gently used my hands to turn her head to face them.  I
said, "See Stacey.  Isn't that sweet.  Your beautiful slut daughter is a
using her mouth to clean her own shit off your husband.  She must love her
new daddy very much."

   Vanessa raised her head briefly, looked up with adoration into Chris's
eyes and said, "Oh yes.  Very very much."

   She then opened her mouth wide to reveal a globule of pasty shit sitting
on the middle of her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed, then
opened her mouth again to show her brown stained tongue.  She smiled ever
so sweetly, then bent back down to continue her cleaning.

   I grinned.  Stacey grimaced.  I pulled her to me and kissed her.  Then I
lay her back down onto the bed.

   "Now it's my turn to fuck you," I said, gazing deep into her eyes.

   "Wait," she said, "Condoms.  I have some in my purse."

   "Fuck condoms," I said.  "In our world women get knocked up."

   "What?  Wait.  No." Stacey protested.

   From the floor as she repositioned herself to bury Chris's cock full and
deep inside her juicy cunt, and as Chris sighed in pleasure, Vanessa agreed
with me.  "Uncle Maurice is right, Mommy.  I want him to spray his sperm
all the way into your womb.  I want him to get you pregnant.  And I want
Daddy to do the same to me." with That she started rocking on Chris's cock,
biting her lower lip and seeking out the special spot in her vagina that
would make her cum like the cute little girl bitch she was.  Chris's mind
was no longer his own.  Little girl pussy had left him senseless.  He just
moaned and began fucking the child with no remorse or hesitation.

   As I entered my brother's wife, my lover's mother, she again tried to
protest.  I shut her up with a deep kiss and a long slow stroke of my cock
into, almost out of and back deep into her cunt.

   I heard Vanessa exhort Chris, "Fuck me deep, Daddy.  Hard and deep. 
Split me in two.  Please Daddy.  More."

   Still in the midst of my slow fuck with the little girl's mother,
hovering above her, my cock soaking in her sweet juices, I said, "Do what
she says, Chris.  Vanessa needs it hard.  She wants you to own her, to love
her without reservation.  Fuck her hard.  Hurt her even.  Give her
everything you got.  Your dick, your sperm, your heart, your soul.  Make
her cry and laugh at the same time.  Cry with her.  Cum with her.  Knock
the little bitch up and never let her go....  Just like I'm going to do
with your wife."

   It was Vanessa who answered,"Yes, Daddy, just like he said, give me
everything."

   There was a sudden grunt from Chris and then the staccato sound of flesh
smacking flesh, pussy and cock battering each other.

   "God!  FUCK!  SHIT!  YES!" Chris bellowed.

   "Yes Daddy Yes!" Vanessa answered.  "Daddy!  Yes.  I love you!  Uncle
Maurice, I love you too.  So much.  So fucking much."

   I smiled, knowing this was what Vanessa needed.  Strangely feeling no
jealousy at all, just knowing that Vanessa was getting the love she craved,
I iooked down into the Stacey's eyes and saw tears.  We were still fucking
gently, now together.  There was a look of understanding in her eyes.  She
put her arms around my neck as we writhed together.  She said, "That's why
you're being so aggressive isn't it.  It's what Stacey needs."

   "Yes," I nodded.  "She needs to be claimed and owned and treasured and
reassured."

   I began to slowly speed up, feeling her vaginal muscles clutch and
release me in time with my thrusts.

   Her tears were flowing freely now.  "I'm sorry," she panted.  "It's not
your fault.  It's mine."

   "No," I gritted my teeth and bottomed out in Stacey's deep open cunt,
then began grinding into her, making sure I rubbed her clit as I fucked
her. "We don't play the blame game here.  We love each other here.  We fuck
and cum."

   With that, I started fucking Stacey with vigor.

   "Oh fuck yes," Stacey practically sang.  Then she called out, "Oh Chris
baby, your big brother is screwing me so good.  Is it okay if I cum for
him."

   "Shit yes," Chris answered in a fuck-groan.  "Fuck the shit out of my
wife, Maurice!  Make her cum all over your dick.  Knock the bitch up for
me. We'll both be the little bastard's daddy."

   "Fuck yes!" I cried, and began to fuck Stacey with exuberant ferocity.

   Stacey laughed as she fucked me back, meeting me lunge for lunge.

   Vanessa suddenly joined the conversation, "I'm cumming!  Uncle Maurice!
I'm cumming for my Daddy!"

   "HELL FUCK YES!" I groaned.  "Me too, baby.  I'm cumming up inside your
your pretty momma's baby making cunt."

   Stacey howled her orgasm.  Chris joined her.  The four of us had somehow
all came together.

   Vanessa suddenly broke the revery with another announcement.  "Daddy! 
Uncle Maurice!  I'm sorry.  I need to shit!  Cumming and shitting at the
same time!"

   "Ungh..." Chris muttered in half protest.

   I bellowed, "Yes, baby.  Shit all over your new daddy.  Show him how we
love each other."

   Vanessa grunted and there was a little crackling sound as she squeezed
out what I knew to be a long firm string of little girl shit.  The air was
suddenly filled with her heavy earthly stink.

   I grunted and moaned, "Oh fuck yes.  I love it when she does that."

   My orgasm, already beautiful and fierce, exploded into a firey
explosion. While Chris and Stacey were uttering inarticulate ptotests,
Vanessa and I redoubled our fucking of her respective parents.  Against
their collective will, we forced their orgasms to re-peak.  Chis groaned in
ecstatic pain as his balls were forced to evacuate the last vestiges of his
sperm, even as his balls and ass were covered by his preteen step
daughter's shit.

   At the same time, Stacey found herself rocked by a new raw explosion of
raunch-driven lust.  She glared at me as she squirted her girl cum over my
groin.

   "You filthy motherfucker, " she spat at me.

   It was my turn to laugh, "Dann straight, you beautiful bitch," as I
splashed my cum into the depths of her snatch.  I kissed her again and she
responded viciously, locking her long well-muscled legs around my ass,
holding me in place as my sperm soaked into her well prepped womb."

   She looked up into my eyes and said, "You know this isn't like it is
with Vanessa.  It's not just play fucking.  I'm fertile.  We could very
easily have just made a baby."

   "I understand," I said between breaths.

   "I hope so," Chris said.  "I want us to have a kid.  I don't care if
it's me or Maurice who's the natural daddy.  The kid will call me Daddy. 
Fuck, Vanessa keeps calling me Daddy and I love that.  Besides: me,
Maurice, it's all the same DNA."

   Vanessa was collapsed on top of Chris now.  She sighed, "I'll always
call you Daddy, DADDY.  'Specially when you're filling my pussy with your
big peter."

   Chris chuckled.  "That's a sentiment I can support, 'Nessie.  I was a
little surprised when you shit on me though.  What's that all about?"

   Vanessa giggled, "Cause it feels so good, Daddy.  When I poop and cum
together it's so strong and deep and nasty.  Uncle Maurice and I do it all
the time."

   Chris squeezed Vanessa and said, "Maurice, you are a filthy sonofabitch.
You've corrupted my little girl."

   I kissed my brother's wife who still had me clutched in her silken cunt
and said, "You've only been exposed to the tip of the iceberg, little
brother.  Wait till she decides to clean your prick for you."

   "What do you mean?" Chris asked.

   Vanessa giggled and crirped, "Let me show you," then scooted down
Chris's torso till she was face to prick with Chris and started licking the
shit off his balls, at the same time she buried her cheeks and chin in the
small mound of shit nestled between the cheeks of his ass.

   "That is so gross," Chris said.

   Vanessa promptly pulled up off his balls and said, "Does that mean you
want me to stop?"

   "Hell no, sweetheart.  It's just so fucking nasty.  It feels wonderful.
If you can stand it, do whatever you want."

   I smiled to myself as Stacey finally released her squeezing love clutch
from my ass so she could see her angelic daughter lapping up her own feces
from her loving husband as he stroked her head to encourage her to keep
going.  Chris had his eyes closed in depraved pleasure.  "God damn that
feels good, baby girl," he murmured." His cock had already reached full
erection.

   No sooner had he uttered those words than Stacey slapped me across my
face.  I yelped, "Hey!" and stared at her in surprise as she said,"You sick
motherfucker.  You have ruined my daughter, haven't you.  You didn't just
fuck her.  You perverted her.  Does she drink your piss too?  Eat out your
ass?  What else do you have her doing?"

   I never got a chance to respond.  As Chris moaned in disappointment,
Vanessa launched herself at her mother and straddledher lap, facing her,
her coltish legs wrapped around her waist.

   "I'm his fucking toilet Mommy!  That's what I do.  He fucks me till I
cum and poop and pee, till I feel so good I faint, then I drink his pee
from his slimy dick and suck all his poop right out of his shit hole.  Then
we kiss and fuck some more."

   Stacey was trying to turn her face away from Vanessa's shit mottled
visage but Vanessa grabbed her savagely and kissed her.  They both groaned
as the sensory overload hit them.  Vanessa started grinding against her
mother while she tongue fucked her mouth.  Stacey must have decided that
the taste of her young daughter's shit wasn't as bad as she had imagined
because she succumbed to Vanessa's ardor.  The kiss became even more
passionate and both Chris and I were jacking off as we watched mother and
daughter bond over the shared shit kiss.

   "Damn Maurice, how did you turn Vanessa into such a shit freak?"

   Never taking my eyes off the sexy mother/daughter exchange and not
losing a stroke from my masterbatory celebration I said, "Vanessa already
had the freak in her.  I just directed her to the dark intimacy of toilet
love.  And she took to it like a baby to her mother's breast.  Once we
started there was no turning back."

   The two females were groaning happily now.  Stacey had wormed her
fingers down between their crotches, somehow masterbating both of them at
the same time.  Vanessa was squirming against her mother, obviously on the
way to another orgasm.  Chris stood and started jacking off over the
incestuous squirming sapphic couple.  "Come on, Maurice, let's spray them
with sperm when they cum!"

   I stopped masterbating and panted, "No.  Maybe next time.  Not now.  I
still want to cum in Vanessa and I hope you can fuck and cum up in Stacey's
pussy.  That way, if either or both show up pregnant, the baby or babies
could be either yours or mine.

   At that instant Vanessa started cumming."Mommy, I'm going to pee on
you!"

   Showing much more presence of mind than I ever could, Stacey clutched
Vanessa tight, rose from the bed, shifted to the already shit contaminated
bed Vanessa and Chris had coupled on and plopped the child onto the messy
shit covered sheet.  As she did she said, even as she began cumming
herself, "Piss here!  Piss and shit all you want, but do it on your own
bed! Fuck, I'm going to piss too!" She pulled back, diddling her own clit
while she began spraying her daughter's groin with her urine.  "Open up
your pussy, baby.  I want to piss right in your cunt!"

   "You too, Mommy!  You too!" cried Vanessa as she opened up her immature
indented pussy lips and exposed the beautiful pink interior of her
girl-child vagina, and let loose her bladder's golden fountain onto her
mother's likewise open cunt.

   Seeing the contrast between Vanessa's little girl snatch and her
mother's fully mature cunt, having bathed in both their respective pleasure
juice and penetrated them to their sexual core, I just prayed we would soon
repeat this experience so Chris and I could join in and baptize them both
with our piss and cum.

   "That is so pretty," I murmured.  "You have to do this again, and soon,
so Chris and I can piss and cum on you while you do this."

   "Why not now?" Vanessa begged.

   "Because we're not done yet," I said.  "Now it's my turn to try to knock
you up while Chris dumps a load of Daddy cum in your momma's sexy womb. 
That way we don't know who makes what baby.  We just know any baby we get
belongs to all of us."

   "Cool," purred Vanessa.  "I like that."

   Stacey said, "I do too.  And if Vanessa has a kid, we raise it as ours."

   Chris said, "Wait, baby.  I thought you didn't like kids.  Hell, didn't
you say you didn't even want Vanessa?"

   Stacey sighed and cuddled Vanessa in her arms.  "That was before," she
said and kissed Vanessa on the forehead like a mother should.  "But now, I
feel more connected to Vanessa than I ever imagined.  I would love to have
another baby now" She grazed lovingly at Chris, then me.  "With either or
both of you."

   "Oh Mommy, I love you," Vanessa crooned, then pulled her mouth to hers
and kissed her as a lover as well as a daughter.  Then she said, "Next time
you want to pee, let me drink from you.  I want to eat your shit too."

   Stacey looked doubtful.

   "Please?" Vanessa begged sincerely.  "You'll like it, I promise.  It's a
way for me to show you how much I love love you.  It makes you feel so
close and..." she searched for the word "and intimate.  Please Mommy.  You
don't have to eat mine.  It's just that I want you to know how much I love
you"

   Stacey looked to me, "This is your doing.  You can't deny that.  "

   I looked from Stacey to Vanessa, then to Chris.  "You're right.  I
agree. Even a few days ago I would have felt dirty and guilty about it. 
But now I don't.  I don't feel guilty about any of this.  I loved seeing
you have sex with Vanessa, both of you.  I loved fucking you, Stacey, and
if you let me, I will do it again and again.  I will fuck and eat out
Vanessa's pussy and asshole till my belly is full of her juice, pee and
shit.  Over and over and over again.  I love her.  I am in love with her.
You let me and I will never leave her or hurt her any way she doesn't want
me to."

   Stacey looked at me with warmth and affection, but she said, "I'm sorry.
I've just found my little girl.  After all these years I am finally ready
to be her mother.  I just can't let her go again."

   "I understand," I said, all hopes dashed and quickly accepting defeat,
knowing it was best for Vanessa.

   Vanessa wasn't quite so ready to give up.  "Wait, Mommy.  I don't want
to leave you.  That doesn't mean Uncle Maurice can't stay with us does it?"

   "What?  No.  I mean..." Stacey turned to me.  "Didn't you say you could
never settle down in suburbia?  You needed to follow your muse?  Your
music?"

   "Yeah, but Vanessa is my muse now."

   "That's right," Vanessa said.  "He said I'm more important than anything
to him now, even music."

   Both Chris and Stacey looked at me expectantly, "It's true," I said. 
"And I meant it.  I still do."

   "We do have a spare bedroom," Stacey mused.  Vanessa grinned broadly
then hugged her mom and suddenly latched onto her right titty with her
mouth, humming and groaning her approval.

   Stacey started, but then quickly started caressing her pubescent
daughter.  She crooned,"That's right, baby.  Suck mommy's titty all you
like.  We're going to make everything all right." She kissed the top of
Vanessa's head as the girl began using her hand to toy with Stacey's free
nipple.  Stacey studied me as she continued, "Sweet baby, you're going to
get all this rock and roll cock you want, anytime you want, and all of
Daddy's cock you want too." She looked to Chris.  "Isn't that right,
Daddy?"

   Chris was laying back on the cleaner of the two beds and had his cock
again at full mast and dripping precum.  "Anything you say, darling," he
grinned, no doubt having images of Vanessa's preteen cunt wrapped around
his cock on a daily basis.

   "So what do you say?" Stacey teased.  I was standing over her and
Vanessa and, on a whim, leaned over and rubbed my half hard dick across
Stacey's lips.  She quickly sucked it into her mouth and used to talented
tongue to swirl around its head.  I threw my head back and closed my eyes.

   "Of course I'll do it I don't know how I'll make a living but I'll just
have to figure it out.  said," Oh Stacey, that feels so fucking good. 
Maybe I can work in a bar some place."

   That seemed to spark something in Chris and Stacey as they shared a
secretive glance.  Meanwhile, my dick was fully hard now too, luxuriating
in the nest of Stacey's welcoming mouth, but my end game remained cumming
in Vanessa's tight little snatch so I concentrated on keeping my thoughts
straight.  "

   Chis jumped in.  "First of all, speaking of relocating, why doesn't my
wife relocate over here to the clean bed so I can add my sperm to the
mystery child we're all trying to conceive.

   Stacey released my spit shined cock head and said, "Oh, is my hubby
feeling rejected and alone?" She then gently disengaged Vanessa from her
breast promising, "Sorry baby, we'll do this more later.  If your daddy,
your uncle and me do this right you'll soon be drinking milk when you suck
these titties.  Would you like that, baby."

   "Oh yes, mommy.  I would love that," then as her mother began to rise
from the bed, Vanessa grabbed my now free dick and dragged me onto the shit
contaminated bedding so I was hovering over her as if I was going to fuck
her mouth.  There's no way I could have kept from cumming down the child's
throat, except Stacey said, "Okay, hubby, here I come, but first I need to
visit the toilet."

   "No!" yelped Vanessa, yanking her mother back onto the bed while I
quickly arranged myself lengthwise beside the sexy little shit pig.  "I'm
your toilet now, and so is Uncle Maurice."

   All I could add was, "Hell fuck yes, Stacey, feed us your hot piss."

   "But I don't just need to pee?" Stacey tried to explain.

   Both my little shit baby and I lit up together.  "All the better," I
chuckled.

   "Oh Mommy, this is perfect.  Poop for us.  Let Uncle Maurice and me
share your shit, right from your asshole.  Then we can both swallow it and
kiss with it and fuck in it while you fuck Daddy to make a baby.  Please
mommy.  Please!"

   "That's right.  Shit for your baby girl.  Shit for me too.  Let us
worship you and your beautiful ass.  Feed us, Mommy.  Feed us."

   Vanessa gasped, "You called Mommy Mommy."

   "That's right," I said.  "Whenever your mother feeds me piss or shit or
milk, she's Mommy.  Mommy the goddess.  Mommy the mistress." I turned my
head, kissed Vanessa deep, sharing the taste of her mother's pussy, my
brother's cock, her own sweet shit and saliva, I then turned back to face
Stacey's puckered asshole and dripping pussy.  I craned my neck and licked,
then probed and sucked at her shit hole.  I groaned in pleasure at the
scent and taste of her.

   I begged, "Please Mommy, let us see you open that pretty asshole and see
you shit for us, on us, in us."

   Vanessa joined in, "please Mommy, give us your poop.  Let us taste it,
eat it, swallow it."

   "Let us wallow in it, Mommy," I added, We'll fuck in it, smear it all
over both of us, conceive Vanessa's first baby in it.  In your shit."

   "In your shit, Mommy."Vanessa begged, whining for it now.

   "In pyour holy mother's shit, " I chanted."your filthy, sexy, nasty,
beautiful mother's shit.  Please Mommy."

   "Pleeeeaaase!" Vanessa pleaded.

   Chris's voice suddenly interrupted us, "I can't believe this.  You nasty
filthy perverted depraved sons of bitches."

   "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Stacey yelled.  Then to Vanessa and me, "Open your
filthy mouths you sick fucks," she grunted and we saw her asshole open and
widen.  We saw and smelled a thick smooth brown turd start to exit her shit
tube.  Together, Vanessa and I pulled Stacey's heart shaped ass down to our
faces and took turns burying our mouths in the copious hot brown flow of
her bowel expulsion.  We shared, but we were both greedy.  We fought over
Stacey's precious shit.  Stacey also spurted pee and whenever she did I
left Vanessa to gobble at her mother's poop while I drank deep from her
piss fountain.

   "Chris growled," You nasty filthy bitches," he started to gag and jumped
from the bed.

   Stacey demanded, even as she smeared her shit glazed ass over our faces,
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

   "To the toilet," he struggled to say.  "I need to throw up."

   "Don't you dare," Stacey said, then stood up and grabbed Chris and
pulled him to their bed, pulling him down on top of her.  Her nasty ass now
staining their heretofore relatively clean bed.  While my brother protested
I was thinking, lucky bed.

   Meanwhile, Vanessa and I had fallen to burying each other in shit
kisses, licking at the greasy shit and leavings on each other's faces and
bodies.  We heard and kept glancing at Chris and Stacey.

   Chris was pleading, "Please, baby.  Really.  I can't take this shit
stuff.  I'm going to throw up."

   Stacey ignored him.  "Shut up and fuck me, Daddy." Chris froze.  "If
they can call me Mommy while I shit in their mouths, I can call you Daddy.
Now stop being a pussy.  Be a proper husband and impregnate your wife."

   "But...Stacey...  Uh....  Mommy...  I really am going to.." he swallowed
loudly trying to swallow back his vomit.

   "Is your dick hard?" she demanded.

   I took the opportunity to chime in while I shifted my preteen songstress
beneath me.  "He's hard as a fuckin' rock," I said.

   "Then ram it up to my heart, you beloved cocksucker," Stacey ordered
Chris.

   "B-but--"

   "But shit," Stacey cut him off off, "If you're going to vomit, you can
vomit right it my fucking face, but then you're going to kiss me through it
while you spew your load of cum all over my fertile baby eggs.  Cause
tonight we're going to make a baby."

   Still watching the pornagraphic drama going on beside us, I spread
Vanessa's cunt open, then notched, probed lightly, and drove my own rock
hard cock home up into Vanessa's tight nine year old pussy, feeling
countless ripples of illicit thrills course through me.

   Vanessa screamed.  Stacey asked with real concern, "You okay,
sweetheart?"

   "Perfect," answered the preteen.  "Uncle Maurice is fucking me just the
way I want him to."

   Without further adieu I started ramming my cock fully into Vanessa's
sperm hungry sex tube.  I wouldn't last.  I knew that.  I wouldn't have to.
Vanessa was already cumming.

   "I'm cumming again Uncle Maurice.  Cumming and shitting and pissing on
you."

   "Do it, little darling," I saif.  "I want you to.  I want to feel you
and smell and taste you.  Your pussy and asshole and mouth.  Every part of
you."

   Just then, true to his word, Chris vomited in his new brides face.  She
opened her mouth to catch it as he did.  He had tried to turn his face away
to avoid letting loose directly on her, but she had grabbed him by the side
of his head and even directed his puke right into her mouth.

   His puke had made her retch as well but did nothing to deter her or his
frenzied fucking.  He came into her hard, harder than ever before.  She
answered his orgasm with four of her own, kissing his befouled mouth as she
did.  As she had with me, she locked him into her tight, using her legs to
keep his juices trapped inside her.  Unlike my fuck though, they both
experienced several aftershocks.  Unintentional thrusts and shivers.  It
was both wonderful and strange to see.

   Vanessa and I were in our own perverse dimension though.  The little
girl released her bladder again, drenching me, making me cum even harder.
At the same time she opened her bowels again and squeezed out a modicum of
little girl shit into the hand I had cupped behind her.  I smeared the shit
on her ass then brought my hand to my mouth and let her watch as I licked
it off.  Seeing my perversity, she grabbed my hand and began sucking at the
shit as well.  This had the unforeseen result of me jamming my adult cock
back deep into her childish cunt and refucking the little bitch till she
passed out from repeated orgasms.  I then used her unconscious form to get
my final nut pooling into her little girl womb.

   When I let myself collapse beside her, I found myself looking into the
eyes of Chris and Stacey, both of them messy as me.

   Chris muttered, "You are a terrible influence, Maurice.  And not just
for Vanessa.  Stacey's never done this before.  I can't fucking believe she
swallowed my vomit."

   Stacey pulled Chris's face back to her for another sickening vomit kiss,
then said, "How is this so different that when you fuck my throat and make
me puke on your cock?  You never hesitate to kiss me after that happens,
even when it's somebody else's cock that throat fucks me."

   "Yeah, but that's different."

   "How?"

   "it wasn't my fucking vomit." Chris retorted.

   Everyone broke out in weakened laughter.  I offered up, "Can everyone
sleep in this mess?  Or do I need to clean up?"

   "Clean up," Chris and Stacey chimed together.

   "Sleeeeeep," whined Vanessa.

   I grinned at the nymphet and kissed her lightly on her lips.  "You
sleep, angel," and grunted as I rose up out of bed.  "Out of bed, you
sluggards," I demanded of the newlyweds.  "Take a bath while I remove
evidence from the crime scene."

   The vomit fuckers groaned and cursed me as they struggled to their feet
and supported one another as they stumbled to the bathroom.  I wadded up
their bedding and took it out the door, peeked out to make sure the coast
was clear in the cold clear desert night, donned my slippers, rushed naked
to the oversized trash bin where rubbish was dumped and stuffed the fetid
mess into the bin.  This was a well practiced routine on my part.  I then
rushed back to the converted shed and we lived and opened the closet
door,grabbed a fresh cheap set of bed linens and tossed it on the bed.

   I then used the filthy bedding to wipe off bith Vanessa's shit mottled
body and mine as she mewled and cuddled with me.  I wrestled the bedding
from that bed and used it to wipe off the rubberized under sheet I had
purchased weeks ago.  I lay the somewhat cleaner preteen whore slut I loved
and adored back on the bed and repeated my disposal routine, this time
leaving the door open to air out the room.  I tossed fresh sheets and
pillow covers on our bed, then sat on the bed and gently molested my sexy
little neice while waiting for Stacey and Chris to come back.  When they
did I pointed to the bedding, picked up their daughter, my charge, and
carried her to the bathroom.  The room was humid with soap and shampoo
scented perfume.  I closed the lid on the stool and used the warm wet wash
cloth to clean up my little love.  She purred as I applied the warm cloth,
frequently refreshing it as I cleaned off the shit and piss.

   It took some time to get the lovely lean girl properly cleaned but
practice, and her compliant body, made the task easy.  I lovingly molested
her throughout the process, fondling her still flat chest, pinching and
sucking her nipples, soaping her body, washing out and rinsing her long
hair with little clumps of her shit tangled in it, using my soaped fingers
to gently but thoroughly probe her asshole and pussy as she mewled and
sighed.  Throughout it all, she let me manipulate and have my way with her.
When she passed the smell test and taste test, I rinsed us both off,
towelled us dry and carried her back out to the bed.

   Stacey and Chris were cuddling and whispering to each other when I
carried their limp naked, well scrubbed preteen daughter back to our bed. I
sat on the bed, then carefully positioned Vanessa between my legs as I
began to comb out her long hair.  Stacey was quick to notice my rejuvenated
prick and said,"Jesus Chris, give the child a chance.  She's had enough for
the day."

   Vanessa suddenly roused, "Oh no, Mommy.  This is the best part, when
Uncle Maurice combs my hair and takes care of me.  He washes me and dries
me and makes me feel so good.  He usually doesn't fuck me now.  He just
puts me to sleep and cuddles me."

   "Oh," sighed Stacey.  "That sounds delicious, getting fucked senseless,
then pampered and groomed, and falling asleep with a hard dick wedged
between the cheeks of my ass." She turned to Chris and gave him a gentle
slap." Why don't you ever do that to me?  "

   "What?" he asked.  "Shit on you and then clean it off?"

   "No, you dunce.  I mean fuck me like your whore, then pamper me like
your princess."

   "Oh, that." Chris muttered.  Then to me, "Damn it, Bro.  You're setting
the bar way too high."

   "Sorry," I said with a smile.  "Having a child lover makes me all
parental and horny at the same time, I guess."

   Chris said, "It also makes you a sick motherfucker."

   Stacey giggled, "Oh my love.  He's a wonderful sick motherfucker...  but
then,now so are you," she teased as she ground her luscious ass back
against his groin.  "Now that you've fucked my little girl too."

   "Sorry babe," Chris said.  You've drained my balls for tonight.  Maybe
you should climb back up on Maurice's cock for another go round.  "

   "No!" both mother and daughter proclaimed.

   "I want to be with you," Stacey said.

   "And I need Uncle Maurice to sleep," said Vanessa.

   "Just to let you know," Chris said.  "I don't mind as long as it's with
Maurice."

   Stacey kissed her husband.  She asked, "How about you, Maurice?  You
okay with Vanessa fucking Chris?"

   I said.  "It's great when we're all fucking together.  I loved seeing
Vanessa taking Chris's cock, but I don't know how I feel about Vanessa
fucking around without me being there."

   "hmmm...do I catch a scent of possessiveness there?"

   "Absolutely," I admitted, to which Vanessa Ground her trim little butt
back onto my rigid cock.  "Once I got into this little girl, I went all
monogamous....except for seeing her fuck her mom and you....and maybe some
other selected friends and playmates, always with me right there with her."


   "Hmmm," said Chris.  "Does that mean if you get horny, and Stacey is
there, ready and available, you won't do anything?"



   Vanessa arched her neck to interrupt, "I'm not jealous of Mommy.  You
can fuck Mommy anytime and any way you want.  And I get to fuck her and
Daddy."

   "Oh?" I said, studying the girl, trying to understand, "So if as long as
it's between the four of us, and only the four of us, anything goes?"

   "Yes!," agreed the shrewd little minx, continuing to rub her plump
little butt against my cock, "And if it's between you and me, anything goes
too, if I bring home a little girl to share with you, we can fuck the shit
out of her, teach her to drink pee and eat poop, I can feed her my pussy
while you make her cum on your penis."

   I gazed down into Vanessa's hungry eyes.  Not hungry for sex right now,
but craving a perverse control over our sexual liaisons.  I grinned, kissed
her lips and shrugged, "Sure, baby.  If we're in a safe environment and you
manage to usher some cute little whore into our sick lifestyle, I'll pound
the shit out of the little bitch after you stuff my dick up her tight tiny
holes."

   Vanessa giggled in triumph, "All of them, her pussy and her butthole and
down her throat."

   "Yeah, sure,"I said, then back to Chris and Stacey, watching them cuddle
and caress one another.  "So I amend my statement, Chris, you can screw
this tight little slut whenever and however the two of you want, with the
understanding I get to do the same with her mother."

   "Perfect," agreed Stacey.  "Now that I have a toilet girl I want to make
full use of her."

   Chris balked, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can get into the shit
play. I'm surprised I was able to step over the line and fuck a preteen. 
He nodded to the Vanessa and said, "Sorry sweetheart, you are welcome to
defecate when we fuck.  I even encourage it.  I want you to cum as good as
possible, but when it comes to eating shit, I think that's a step too far
for me."

   Stacey said sleepily, "That's okay, darling.  We have Maurice for that.
He'll be our shit master and you can be the daddy fuck."

   I felt Vanessa melt against me as sleep finally overtook her and she
relaxed.  Her childish scheme had worked.  She had used her parents
proclivities for swinging and my complete adulation for her to bring us all
together.  She was the center of a fuck-based family dynamic.  There were
lots of kinks to work out, but the basic components were all in place.  I
smiled.  I was not only a child lover, but her mother fucker too.  Whatever
the future held, I was ready for it.
   (finis)