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   Homeschooled - Part 3 (M/g, M/g/g, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

   Having sampled a double dose of dick two days before, I was ready for
more pussy on my Friday visit to the Thompsons' house.  Ever since
ten-year-old Lakisha had opened the door for me my first day there and I
had later admired her little bubble butt, I'd had visions of spreading her
dark cunt lips and exploring the pinkness of her preteen pussy.  Then there
was six-year-old Amanda.  Much lighter than Lakisha but a shade or two
darker than Trinette (meaning more "red" than "high yellow"), she was as
adorable as her sisters as she pranced around in nothing but her panties.
And, yes, she too had a budding little bubble butt of her own, one I was
eager to examine.  So by the time I knocked on the door, I had already
decided that those two would be the next ones I invited into their mother's
bedroom.

   But right after Miss Thompson let me in and left the house, Trinette
appeared out of nowhere and intercepted me.  Wearing the same pink shorts
and top she'd had on both times I'd seen her before, she stood right in
front of me squirming as she held her hands behind her back.  I smiled down
at the cute eight-year-old and stroked her long curly hair.

   "Hi, Sweetheart.  Do you have something for me?"

   Nodding, she handed me what she'd been holding behind her back: a
plastic sandwich bag with a small pair of dirty briefs inside belonging to
her seven-year-old brother.  Even without opening it I could clearly see
dried come stains and dissolved shit stains in the seat, which let me know
that she had been able to get Rashan to take them off right before he'd
gone to bed and had spirited them away before their mother had noticed
anything.

   "Thanks, Sweetheart.  After I wash these in my special detergent,
they'll be nice and clean."

   I triumphantly stuffed the bag in my back pocket and was ready to call
Lakisha and Amanda when I realized that Trinette was still standing there,
only now she was squirming even more and had a strained look on her round
face.

   "What's the matter, Sweetie?"

   "Well, I knew you was comin' over today and I had to go so I held it but
now I REALLY gotta go and I can't hold it no more," she said in one long
breath.

   "Oh, I see." With my heart beating faster and faster, I bent over and
whispered to her, "You mean, you have some hot tea for me?"

   She nodded quickly.

   "Where's the bathroom?"

   Instead of answering me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the
hall, around a corner, and through a door.  When she clicked on the light,
I found myself in a dingy little room that smelled of stale piss.  The
medicine cabinet mirror was cracked, the mildewed shower curtain had torn
away from nearly half of its support rings, and a pile of dirty clothes
overflowed the hamper.  A variety of brown and amber stains marred the
black-and-white tiled floor.  As for the toilet, the lid was down, and when
I deigned to lift it, a funky odor hit my nose.  I wasn't surprised to see
a small light-brown turd floating in a yellow pool in the rusty porcelain
bowl.  All of this should have turned me off, but somehow the fact that I
was about to do something dirty and nasty in a place that was equally dirty
and nasty made me very horny.  I took off my suit jacket, tie, and shirt
and tossed them all on top of the pile of dirty clothes.

   "Mr.  Doctor," Trinette suddenly said, holding her crotch and marching
in place, "I hafta GO-oo!"

   "Okay, Sweetheart, just hold on a little longer while we get you out of
these clothes."

   It took only seconds to strip the girl nude.  After taking off the rest
of my own clothes, I told her to sit on the toilet.  When she did, I got on
my knees and reached underneath her, cupping her ass cheeks and lifting her
up just enough so that when I leaned forward, her hairless vagina would be
right in line with my mouth.  Once she was in position, I winked at her,
dove in, and sealed my lips over her cunny.

   "Ooh!" she gasped, shuddering.  It took a second or two for her to relax
enough to exhale, upon which she gingerly placed her hands on my head.  Two
seconds later I felt a little stream of warm liquid hit my tongue.  This
time it had a bitterish taste, which led me to believe that Trinette had
taken to heart every word I'd said last time and really HAD drunk some tea
this morning.  I let it collect in the back of my mouth before finally
swallowing it.

   "You like it, Mr.  Doctor?"

   "Mmm-hmm," I hummed, and as soon as the girl heard this, she let go
completely and her piss gushed into my mouth.  This caught me off guard, as
that first volley shot straight down my throat, momentarily choking me. 
But I quickly caught up with her flow and began to moan as I gulped down
the child's urine, surprised and pleased by how much her eight-year-old
bladder held.

   As I swallowed the little girl's pee I imagined Miss Thompson doubling
back to the apartment to take a last-minute leak.  What would go through
her head when she opened the bathroom door and saw me kneeling on the floor
with my face plastered between the legs of her naked little daughter while
she sat on the toilet holding my head?  Would she scream and jump on top of
me or just stand there in stunned silence and piss on herself?  And how
would she react to the reality her own ears would be unable to hide--that
her little daughter was peeing in my mouth and I was drinking it?  A part
of me wanted to believe that she would be so outraged that she'd feel
compelled to pay me back by yanking off her own pants and panties,
squatting over my head, and giving me a mama golden shower to go with my
daughter golden drink.  But deep down I knew that the attractive young
woman would be too pissed off to piss on me (or herself) and, upon seeing
us, would probably just quietly back out of the bathroom, close the door
and be grateful that Trinette wasn't the one drinking piss.

   My brain snapped back to attention when I felt the eight-year-old's
stream slow to a trickle.  Flexing her sphincter, she managed to deliver a
final few squirts of piss into my mouth before she was empty.  After
swallowing it I figured, since my mouth and her pussy were already
connected, I might as well go ahead and suck her off.  So, clutching her
ass even tighter, I began to alternate between lapping at her little clit
and tongue-fucking her virgin slit.

   "Ooooh, Mr.  Doctor, I like when you lick my coochie," Trinette moaned,
squirming.  "It makes me feel all funny inside."

   Music to my ears.  Though I had yet to molest her sisters, I was already
beginning to think that this little girl--who, at this very moment, should
have been in third-grade assembly wearing a white blouse, red tie, and blue
skirt and singing "My Country 'Tis of Thee"--had more pervert potential
than any of her siblings.  In fact she was likely to give me a hard time
about making her wait for sex while I played with the others.  But that
kind of "problem" I was MORE than willing to deal with.

   In no time Trinette began to hump my face, and the "squish, squish,
squish" of her wet pussy colliding with my wet lips as I sucked away at her
was making me super-horny.  A few seconds later, just like the last time,
she went stiff, began to tremble, and started hooting as she climaxed, and
once again I felt something squirt into my mouth.  This time, though, I was
sure it wasn't leftover piss, because the taste was entirely different,
sweeter.  True, there was little more than a teaspoonful of it, but it was
definitely come and, clutching Trinette's ass cheeks, I thrust my tongue as
deep into her prepubescent slit as I could, searching out every drop of the
precious nectar.

   Having drained Trinette's pussy of everything it had to offer me, I gave
it a final few licks then raised my head to look at the girl.  She was
wearing that same dreamy, satisfied smile she'd worn the last time I'd
sucked her off; then I looked down at her pink sticky-wet pussy again and
noticed that below it, nestled so sweetly between her buns, her little anus
was pooching out more than usual, like a tiny crater.

   No way, I said to myself.  I COULDN'T be that lucky.  But when I sniffed
it and a strong shit odor hit my nose, I got excited.  I was sure there was
something lurking in the little girl's bowels.

   "Sweetheart, do you feel like you need to doo-doo?"

   "Yeah," she said, looking surprised.  "How'd you know?"

   "I could tell." I leaned in very close to her, almost touching her
forehead to mine, and whispered, "Instead of the toilet, how'd you like to
go in a very special place?"

   "Where?" she whispered back.

   Smiling, I pointed to my mouth.

   Trinette's eyes and mouth both popped wide open; then just as quickly
her whole face squinched up into a toothy smile of disbelief.  "You want me
to doo-doo in your MOUTH?!"

   "Yes, Sweetheart, I want to eat it."

   "Ewwwwww!" she responded, giggling.  "That's NASTY!"

   "I know," I said, laughing with her.  "But you were such a sweet girl to
give me your pee-pee that I want you to give me the other thing too.  Think
you can do that for me?"

   With her face still squinched up, Trinette nodded.  "'Kay."

   "Good," I said, my heart racing and my dick twitching as I stretched out
face-up on the floor.  "Come and squat over my face."

   Looking up and back, I watched upside down as the eight-year-old hopped
off the toilet and stood right over my head, looking down at me.  It was
fascinating staring up at her from underneath.  Somehow the contrast
between her totally hairless pussy and ass and the abundant hair that
cascaded around her face seemed even starker from this position.  It also
made me appreciate even more what a fine little bubble butt she had, and
the idea that she was about to feed me something out of it had me trembling
in nervous anticipation.

   Slowly Trinette began to squat, and I gazed intently as her ass came
closer and closer to my face, her narrow crack widening until her pouting
anus was once more exposed.  I gently maneuvered the girl until her butt
was hovering about three inches over my head with her asshole poised
directly over my mouth.

   "Okay, Sweetheart, anytime you're ready."

   "'Kay."

   Instantly the eight-year-old's anus blossomed open and began to push out
a thick honey-brown turd, its pungent aroma overwhelming my senses. 
Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I watched in fixed fascination as the
semisoft log emerged from the cute girl's bowels.  In no time it had
bridged the small gap between us, and as soon as this happened, I
simultaneously lifted my head and pulled Trinette's thighs down, clasping
my lips over the little girl's shitter.

   "Oohh!" Trinette gasped, briefly tensing up from my intimate touch, but
within seconds she relaxed again as she continued to feed me her turd,
which had yet to break off as it curled up in my mouth in a single long
slimy rope, filling every available space inside my cheeks, making them
bulge out.  Afraid that the girl's precious excrement would overflow, I
relaxed my esophagus and gulped.  Fortunately Trinette's shit was soft
enough for a big blob of it to slide down my throat with no problem,
leaving just enough room in my mouth to hold the remainder of the girl's
bowel movement.

   By the time the eight-year-old had finished dumping her load, my mouth
was so packed that I could barely chew, but I kept working at it, biting
repeatedly into the thick, sticky mass until I had reduced it to a pasty
mush.  My eyes were closed as I did this, but as soon as I heard "Ewwwwww!"
I opened them to see a frowning Trinette gazing directly in my face.  For
several seconds we just stared silently at each other as I continued to
chow down on her feces, but after a while a smile broke through her face.

   "Y'know, Mr.  Doctor, if you was here all the time, we wouldn't need no
toilet."

   Hearing those words nearly made me come, for they were so full of
debauchery but, at the same time, said in such a refreshingly naive,
matter-of-fact way that I couldn't help being turned on, instantly
imagining my head taking the place of the dirty bowl, feeling the weight of
a variety of Thompson family asses on my face as I myself slurped down
pound after smelly pound of hot shit from a variety of Thompson family
assholes.

   Half a minute and a couple of hard swallows later, everything that had
been sitting in Trinette's intestines was sitting in my stomach, and in
tribute to the successful transfer I produced a long, satisfied burp,
making the eight-year-old giggle.

   By now, of course, my dick was so hard it almost hurt, so I slipped from
under the girl and, while still on the floor, told her to bend over the
toilet and hold on to the seat.  When she was in position, I got on my
knees behind her and examined her anus.  It was good and messy, soft shit
clogging her ass crack and sticking to her inner butt cheeks.  Added to the
pre-come that was seeping from my cock, it would make a great lubricant.

   Taking a deep breath, I said, "Okay, Sweetheart, now push out like
you're trying to make some more of what you just made in my mouth, okay?"

   "Like I'm making one of tho-ose?" she sang, motioning with her head to
the unidentified turd that still floated unflushed in the bowl toilet.

   "Exactly," I chuckled, patting her on the butt.

   "'Kay."

   I watched carefully as, through the coating of shit, the little girl's
anus once again pooched out.  As soon as I saw this, I stood up.  My
erection and balls both hovered several inches above Trinette's plump
little ass, so I flexed my knees and bent my cock down until it was
directly in line with her shithole.  Then I inched forward until my the
head of my dick was nestled against her pucker and gently grasped her hips.

   "Okay, Sweetheart, this might hurt a little bit at first, but just relax
and you'll be fine, okay?"

   "'Kay."

   Taking another deep breath, I tightened my grip on Trinette's hips and
shoved.

   "Ouch!" she yelped, but she was so moist back there that by the time she
tensed up, my glans had already popped into anus and her sphincter was
already closing around it.  I decided that the best thing to do was not to
wait but just go ahead and put the rest in her, so I gently tugged on the
girl's hips while easing myself forward and was surprised to find my pole
sliding rather easily into her shit chute.  Before I knew it, all eight
inches were packed snugly inside the eight-year-old's rectum and her smooth
cheeks were pressing against my groin.  Meanwhile Trinette was doing
nothing more than breathing heavily.  When she finally spoke, there was
only the slightest strain in her voice.

   "Mr.  Doctor?"

   "Yes, Sweetheart?"

   "You put your thing in my butt, didn't you?"

   "Yes, I did."

   "All of it?"

   "Yes, the whole thing.  So how does it feel?"

   "Kinda like I gotta doo-doo again," she said; then, after a pause, she
asked, "But why'd you put it in my butt instead of my coochie?"

   I wanted to be straight with her by explaining how anal perverts like me
always prefer sticking their cocks in "the wrong hole," even if it means
giving up the chance to fuck a little girl's virgin pussy.  Instead I found
myself trying to give a logical answer to her question:

   "Well, Sweetheart, since you just moved your bowels, your butthole is
much more open, so I knew it would be easier to get my...thing in there
than in your coochie, understand?"

   "Uh-huh," she said, nodding.

   "Good.  Now just keep relaxing, okay?"

   "'Kay."

   Steadying Trinette's hips, I began to withdraw my dick from her asshole,
eliciting a reverse hiss from her as she sharply sucked in her breath
between clenched teeth.  When all but the head was out, I gazed down and
was excited to see that the entire length of my shaft was streaked with the
girl's shit.  But I forced myself to stop admiring the sight and pushed my
dick right back inside her.  This time the eight-year-old just sighed as my
ramrod sank into her rectum, and it took only a few trips up and down her
expanding turd-maker before I was slowly but steadily shagging her.

   Wanting to be nicer to her than I had been during our first encounter, I
leaned over and whispered, "Yeah, baby girl, give me that hot hiney. 
You're such a SWEET girl for letting me put my thing in your butt, and I
promise to make you feel really good."

   But it didn't take long for the demon in me to show himself, and as I
began to feel my oats and fuck the child more vigorously, I leaned back and
heard myself saying, "Yeah, you little bitch, gimme that tight ass!  You're
nothing but a fucking slut, letting me stick my cock up your dirty asshole,
and I'm going to fuck the living SHIT out of you!"

   Oddly the girl responded more passionately to the degrading words than
she did to the kind ones, moaning louder and bucking harder the nastier my
language got.  It was as if she were reacting not so much to what I was
saying but how I was saying it.  Even though she was a sexual neophyte, she
seemed to understand that the name-calling wasn't personal, that it was
simply a by-product of my being so turned on, and I think the idea that she
was turning ME on turned HER on.  This made me so horny that I could only
ride Trinette's ass for little more than ten minutes before my orgasm
grabbed me by the balls.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!" I grunted.  Yanking the eight-year-old's hips back
while thrusting mine forward, I drove my dick as far inside her as I could,
holding her soft butt tight against my wiry pubes to maximize the
penetration.  "Take it right up your shitty little ass, you fucking cunt!"

   Trembling, I proceeded to pump a geyser of come deep inside the little
girl, filling her bowels with at least as much sticky sperm as I'd shot
down her throat the day we'd met.  Indeed, I unloaded so much into her that
she started squirming against me and trying to turn her head around far
enough to look at me.

   "Mr.  Doctor, are you making pee-pee in my butt?"

   "No, Sweetheart," I panted.  "It's just that you made my...thing feel so
good that it ended up squirting a great big load of happy juice in your
butt, about as much as it does when I play with the big girls."

   "Oh," she responded, and while that was all she said, I could hear in
that single word just how pleased she was that I had rated her among my
more seasoned fuckmates.

   After spurting enough "happy juice" into the child's rectum to
impregnate a horse, I finally began to drift back down to earth.  I felt
completely drained, but my wilting cock felt so good inside Trinette's shit
tube that didn't want it to pop out, so I found just enough energy to grab
the girl's waist, pinning her to me, then lift her up, turn us around, and
sit down on the toilet, all without dislodging my dick from her butt.  With
the girl on my lap, I was finally able to relax and began to move my hands
up and down her smooth young body, fondling her from thighs to chest. 
Trinette lay her head on my chest, her breathing more and more ragged as
she reacted to my caresses; and the more ragged it got, the more my dick
began to grow in her anus, even though only minutes had passed since I'd
climaxed.  This little eight-year-old just touched all the right--or
wrong--buttons in my libido!  But just as I was considering giving her an
encore ass fuck, this time with my own semen serving as the primary
lubricant, there was an urgent knock at the door, startling both of us.

   "Who in there?" a small voice asked.

   "Me!" Trinette yelled, her asshole tightening on my semihard cock as she
responded.  "What you want?" Then she whispered to me, "That's my little
sister."

   "Open the door," the six-year-old insisted.  "I hafta come in."

   "Why?  What you want?" Trinette asked again.

   "I gotta doo-doo!" Amanda whined.

   When I heard that I told Trinette to let her in.  "But before you do, be
sure to tell her I'm in here too, so she doesn't freak out when she sees
me."

   "'Kay."

   Putting my hands around Trinette's waist, I eased her up and off my lap,
my shit-stained dick making a soft sucking sound as it popped out of her
anus.  Even before I had a chance to set the girl on floor, I could see my
come drooling out of her dilated hole.  I expected her to walk straight to
the door; instead, she turned around and gave me a strange look.

   "Mr.  Doctor?"

   "Yes, Sweetheart?"

   "Are you gonna eat hers too?"

   I hesitated, trying to restrain my own feelings long enough gauge hers.
It wasn't easy.  It's not often that a certified scat freak gets to swallow
the shit of two cute little sisters on the same day.  But I didn't want to
jeopardize any future nastiness with Trinette by insisting on eating
Amanda's load against her objections.  So I replied in the only way I
thought I could: "Yes, Sweetie, I'd LIKE to, but only if it's okay with
you. Is it?" She considered my question for a second before smiling and
nodding her head.

   "Good," I said, stroking her hair while screaming "YESSSSS!!!" inside.
"Now go on and let her in."

   "'Kay," and I watched as she walked straddle-legged to the door,
unlocked it, and cracked it open just enough for Amanda to see her.

   "Mr.  Doctor's in here--and he's on the toilet," said the
eight-year-old. She opened the door a little wider, so Amanda could look
past her and see me sitting naked on the john.  As soon as she spotted me,
her eyes got wide and she looked away, turning back to Trinette.

   "Is he almost finished?  "'Cause I gotta go BAD," I heard the
six-year-old say in a loud whisper.

   Taking a moment to turn and smile at me, Trinette looked at her little
sister and, to my surprise and delight, whispered, "How'd you like to go in
a very special place?"

   "What you mean?" asked the girl.

   "You said you gotta doo-doo, right?"

   Amanda gave a quick nod.

   "Well, I asked you if you wanna doo-doo in a special place instead of on
the toilet.  So do you?"

   "I don't know," said the child, who was now fidgeting as she fought to
hold her bowels.  "I guess so.  I just gotta GO!"

   Stepping behind the door, Trinette now opened it nice and wide, but
Amanda just stood there, reluctant to come in.  However, nature was
calling, and it took only about a second for its urgent hand to push her
little body inside, upon which her sister quickly closed and re-locked the
door.

   "Hi, Amanda," I said as cheerfully as I could as I stared lustfully at
the panty-clad cutie.

   "Hi," she mumbled.  I could tell she was nervous, but I didn't know if
it was because I was naked, because I was sitting on the toilet, because
she was locked in the bathroom with me, or because she'd be doing her
business right in front of me.  Probably a combination of all four.  But
that didn't stop her from staring back at me...well, not exactly at me but
at my shit-covered erection, which seemed to fascinate the six-year-old as
it pointed at a section of the ceiling right above her head.

   "Oooo!  His thing is BIG!" she said, again in a loud whisper, to
Trinette.

   "I know," the eight-year-old beamed.

   "But why it got doo-doo on it?" Amanda asked, looking seriously
confused.

   "'Cause he put it in my butt to take my temp-a-ture when he was
zamminin' me.  Right, Mr.  Doctor?" she asked, smiling brightly.

   "Uhh...yeah, that's right," I stammered, taken totally off guard that
she knew about the ploy I'd used to ass fuck her little brother.  But
hearing this provoked in Amanda the same fear it that it had in Rashid.

   "He gonna take MY temp-a-tur like that?" she asked, her voice quavering.

   "No, don't worry," Trinette assured her, stroking her sister's dark
nappy hair.  "He only be doin' it like that with the older kids."

   Right away the girl looked relieved, so relieved that she suddenly
seemed to remember why she was in the bathroom in the first place and,
squirming again, began to tug on Trinette's arm.  "Where I'm s'pose to go
at?"

   "In Mr.  Doctor's mouth."

   "Hunh?" Amanda asked, as if she weren't sure she'd heard her big sister
right.

   "I said, you gonna doo-doo in Mr.  Doctor's mouth."

   I almost laughed out loud as the six-year-old made this horrible face
while squealing, "Ewwwwww!  Icky!" Fortunately, however, Amanda possessed
what all small children seem to: insatiable curiosity.  So as terrible a
face and as awful a sound as she'd made, I knew this was an offer she
couldn't refuse, especially coming from her own sister.

   "Take off your panties," Trinette said.

   Amanda glanced at me but didn't hesitate to slip out of her underwear,
which she handed to Trinette, which she handed to me.  Both girls watched
as I first checked out the poo and pee stains in them then pressed the
crotch against my nose and inhaled the funky odor.  Before Amanda could ask
any questions, I heard Trinette say, "He wanna see if you eatin' the right
kinda food," which made me smile.

   I also wanted Trinette to get a good up-close-and-personal view of the
shit eating, so I got off the toilet, and lifted the seat.  I then picked
Amanda up, and placed her standing on the porcelain rim, facing away from
us.  I told her to hold on to the tank and squat down, and when she did,
her anus (which looked surprisingly large compared to her small buns)
pooched open.

   "Ewwwwww!" Amanda squealed as she looked down in the bowl and spotted
the same unidentified turd that Trinette and I had seen.  "There's a
doo-doo in there!  That's YOURS?" she asked, turning her head to look at
me.

   I started to say no but the demon inside me wanted to see how she would
react and said, "Yeah, Darling, you caught me.  I didn't get a chance to
flush before you came in.  Hope you don't mind."

   "No, it's okay," the girl calmly said, still staring down at it, "'cause
now I can look at yours while you eatin' mines."

   Impressed by the little girl's apparent acquiescence in my nastiness, I
exchanged a glance of approval with her sister then sat on the floor right
in front of the toilet and scootched up until my legs were hugging the
bottom of the bowl.  This position put my face just a tad below Amanda's
protruding ass and puckering anus.

   "You ready to doo-doo, Darling?"

   "Yeah," Amanda answered.

   Leaning forward I gave the girl's shithole a little kiss, making her
flinch, then quickly retreated to my previous position and opened my mouth.


   The show began with a stream of pee skeeting out of the six-year-old's
cunny, most of it finding the water but some of it hitting the back rim of
the bowl and splashing in a spray over the girl's legs and my chin and
neck. In the midst of the mini shower, Amanda's asshole swelled open and a
mushy semisoft turd, about the same honey-brown color as Trinette's, pushed
smacking and crackling out of her bowels and plopped into my mouth.

   "Ooh, it STINKS!" said Trinette, and I could see out of the corner of my
eye that the girl was backing up and holding her nose.

   "I know," Amanda said nonchalantly.  "He's eatin' it?"

   "Yeah," Trinette answered, still holding her nose, frowning and staring
directly into my wide open mouth as I began to gulp down her little
sister's shit at the back of my throat.

   "Ewwwwww!" Amanda screamed with delight.  "I HEAR him eatin' it!  Do my
doo-doo taste good, Mr.  Doctor?"

   "Glurrp.  Nn-hn.  Glurrp," I responded, trying desperately to slurp down
the oatmeal-like consistency of the little girl's bowel movement before it
overfilled my mouth.  Amanda wasn't kidding about having to go.  Though
softer, the six-year-old's load was nearly as big as Trinette's, and as it
filled my belly, I was suddenly very sorry that I'd eaten such a big
breakfast before coming over.  A couple of times I gagged, as some of her
thicker shit refused to slide so easily down my throat, but the spasms
weren't severe enough for me to cough up any of what the six-year-old was
feeding me, and within seconds I was once again feasting on her feces.

   After what seemed like an hour, Amanda finally finished shitting in my
mouth.  I wanted to lick her asshole clean but my mouth was far too full
for me to focus on anything other than swallowing, so I tapped Trinette on
the arm to get her attention and, grunting, pointed to the roll of toilet
paper.  Trinette understood and tore off a nice long piece just as Amanda
turned around to get a look at what she'd fed me.

   "EWWWWWWWWW!!  ICKY!!" she shrieked, her face more screwed up than ever.
Yet, as horrified as she seemed to be, that insatiable curiosity prevailed,
for she couldn't keep her eyes off me as I scarfed down her poop.

   "Here," said Trinette, handing me the toilet paper, but I held my hand
up in refusal and, again grunting, pointed first to her then to Amanda.

   "You want ME to wipe her butt?" Trinette asked, her light-brown eyes
stretching open wide.

   When I nodded, the eight-year-old didn't miss a beat, giving me a quick
"'kay" and immediately maneuvering around the toilet bowl to catch up with
her sister's repositioned hiney.  Fearing that she would accidentally push
the still-gawking Amanda into the open bowl as she attempted to wipe her, I
reached up and lifted the six-year-old down from the toilet, placing her
safely on the floor right beside her sister, who dutifully stooped down and
began wiping the girl's shitty little ass.

   "Hold still and bend over," Trinette said to her, and as I gulped down
the last mouthful of the little girl's excrement, Trinette pulled a wad of
shit-smeared toilet paper from between the cheeks of her sister's mini
bubble butt.  She started to drop it in the toilet, but I put my hand up to
stop her and, smiling, opened my mouth again and tipped my head back.

   "Put it in there?" she asked uncertainly as she looked at me.  When I
nodded, she carefully extended her arm until the shitty toilet paper was
dangling over my open mouth then let it drop.  As I began to chew, both
girls silently stared at me with identical scrunched-up faces and bared
teeth; and when I finally swallowed I was serenaded with an "Ewwwwwwww!"
duet, which made me snicker.

   Afterwards Trinette tore off another long piece of toilet paper to
finish wiping Amanda, but again I stopped her.  Crawling over to the
six-year-old, I pulled her little buns apart and dug my tongue in her poop
chute.

   "Ooh!" she chirped.  "That feel FUNNY!"

   "'Funny' HOW?" Trinette asked her.

   "Like somethin' tryin' to crawl up my butt!" she explained.

   Well, it wasn't far from the truth.  My tongue WAS kind of like a big
fleshy worm slithering around in her shithole.  The only difference was
that mine was a cleaning worm that was going to lick her little
six-year-old anus so spotless that even her own mother wouldn't know she'd
just taken a shit.

   As I lapped away the last traces of her poop, Amanda, still bending way
over, seemed to be checking out everything in the bathroom that came within
her range of vision, because she kept turning her head.  Finally she bent
over even further in an attempt, I guess, to look between her own legs, and
as soon as she spotted whatever part of Trinette and me she could see, I
heard her gasp.

   "Ewwww!  What's that?" she asked, pointing to one of Trinette's legs. 
"Did you pee-pee on yourself?"

   Pulling my tongue out of Amanda's asshole, I joined her and her sister
in staring at a pearly little rivulet that trailed from the top of the
eight-year-old's inner thigh all the way to the bottom of her calf and was
currently oozing in a single tiny glob towards her ankle.

   "I don't know," said Trinette, honestly perplexed as she stuck her
finger in the tiny stream and sniffed it.  "It don't smell like no
pee-pee...and it's sticky."

   "I think I know what it is," I said.  Turning the girl around, I traced
the path of the sticky stream all the way back to her loose, rubbery anus.
I couldn't help smiling.  The very idea that I had spurted so much spunk up
her ass that it had run all the way down her leg and was STILL leaking out
of her turned me on so much that I wanted to claim her panties as my second
trophy.  But instead of going through all the changes of having her wear
them all night then take them off and put them in a baggie, I satisfied
myself by giving the girl a big sloppy kiss right on her big drippy hole,
making her giggle.

   "So what IS it?" Amanda demanded to know.

   "It's 'happy juice,' Darling, or what some people call 'spunk,'" I said.

   "But where it come from?  And how it get on her leg?"

   "Whoa!  Slow down, Darling.  I promise to tell you all about it, but
first I need to speak to your sister."

   By now, of course, I was horny as hell.  I wanted to make the same
post-shit-eating move on Amanda that I had on Trinette, so she could have a
nice sticky stream of sperm running down her leg too.  But though I was
pretty sure the girl's colon had not yet shrunk down to its normal
pre-bowel-movement size, and though my demon was screaming at me to "GO FOR
IT!" I knew it would be a struggle to stuff even the head of my cock into
the girl's asshole without causing her pain.  And since I didn't want her
crying on me the way her brother had (and possibly alienating Trinette), I
decided instead to blow my wad in her mouth.  But I would need Trinette's
help to get the little cutie to cooperate, so I pulled her aside and
whispered my plan in her ear, and when the eight-year-old giggled and
nodded her approval, I gave her a kiss of gratitude, making sure to snake
my tongue into her mouth to give her a taste of what I'd licked out her
sister's shithole.

   "When y'all gonna tell me 'bout the happy juice?" Amanda asked, unable
to restrain her impatience.

   "Now," said Trinette, "but instead of just TELLIN' you about it, Mr. 
Doctor wanna SHOW you, like he showed me."

   Hesitating, the girl first looked at me then at my hard-on then at
Trinette and asked, "He ain't gonna take my temp-a-tur, is he?"

   "No.  I already told you he only be doin' that to the older kids.  He
gonna do somethin' different to you, but first you gotta do your mouth like
this," she said, pursing her lips into a big round O, "and close your
eyes."

   "But how I'm gonna see where the spunk come from if I got my eyes
closed?"

   Smart kid, I thought, nodding my head and smiling.

   "'Cause it's a surprise," said Trinette.

   As soon as she heard "surprise," Amanda's whole face lit up, as Trinette
obviously knew it would.

   SMARTER kid, I thought, again nodding and smiling.

   "So you ready for your surprise?" Trinette asked.

   Smiling brightly, Amanda gave an exaggerated nod and proceeded to shut
her eyes and open her mouth exactly the way Trinette had told her to.  The
moment she did this, I walked over and stood right in front of her. 
Amanda's face and my crotch were at just about the same level, so it didn't
take much to bend my dick down and aim it at her mouth.  The head still had
that dollop of shit from her sister's anus on it, and my urethra was
seeping pre-come, but I couldn't wait to make it all disappear inside the
little girl's mouth.

   "Now remember," Trinette reminded her, "keep your eyes CLOSED, okay?"

   Amanda again gave an exaggerated nod then stood stock still as I gently
placed my free hand on her head and, taking a deep breath, thrust my hips
out.

   "Mmph!" the six-year-old responded as my cock pushed into her mouth. 
Reacting instinctively, she began to pull her head back and put her hands
up in a defensive posture.  But I simply clasped both of my hands around
the back of her head while Trinette grabbed her arms and yelled, "No,
Mandy, stop!  Don't move!  Let him do you!"

   When the girl settled down, I began to slowly slide my pole in and out
of her mouth, trying hard not to feed her so much at once that she gagged.
She not only relaxed after a while but actually got into the swing of
things much faster than I thought she would, and Trinette was able to let
go of her arms, upon which Amanda further surprised me by grabbing my butt.


   Of course Trinette was observing the action closely, and I was pleased
that she seemed to be genuinely excited about watching me mouth-fuck her
little sister.  When she finally looked up at me, we exchanged a smile and
I kissed at her to let her know how much I appreciated her help in making
it possible.

   Being so close to coming before I'd even thought about initiating this
impromptu blow job, I knew I wouldn't last very long; and when I looked
down and saw Amanda's pink lips stretched around my cock, her eyes pinched
shut, and that look of total concentration on her face, I lost it.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!" I panted.

   Looking to keep my promise to show the six-year-old where the spunk on
her sister's leg had come from, I resisted the urge to ram my rod down her
throat and, instead, yanked it out of her mouth, fisted it a few times, and
squeezed it as tight as I could.

   "Okay, Darling, if you want to see the surprise, you need to open your
eyes NOW," I said as quickly as I could.

   The second the smiling little girl opened her eyes, I released my grip
and a long sticky rope of sperm shot out of my dick and hit the girl
bull's-eye in her still-open mouth and straight down her throat.  She was
so shocked that she automatically gulped it down as she stumbled backwards,
but Trinette was right behind her and kept her from falling, which allowed
me to shoot the rest of my surprisingly sizable load all over Amanda's
surprised face, making even more of a mess of it than I'd made of Jaden's a
couple of days ago.  The piece de resistance came when one of the last
spurts hit the girl directly in the eye, making her flinch and causing her
eyelid to flutter as my splooge dripped off her eyelash.  I finished up by
wiping my spent dick in her nappy hair.

   "So how'd you like the spunk?" Trinette asked her.

   "It's ICKY!" the six-year-old said as she stood there smacking her lips
and rubbing her eye.  "Y'all coulda just TOLD me it came outta his
pee-pee."

   Trinette and I both laughed at this, which made the come-soaked cutie
smile.  I'm not sure why but once Amanda had wiped just enough "happy
juice" out of her eye to see, she didn't bother to wipe the rest off her
face.  I was about to suggest to Trinette that she clean her little sister
up, but before I could say anything, the eight-year-old cupped the little
girl's face in her hands and began to lick my jizz off it, making her
giggle.  It wasn't long before the coating of come had been replaced by a
sheen of saliva.

   Now that I had shot my load, I was rudely reminded of how badly I needed
to piss.  I didn't want to disturb the anonymous turd floating in the
toilet bowl, so I decided to empty my bladder somewhere else while, at the
same time, introducing the girls to a new perversion.

   "Okay, girls, I've got another surprise, this time for both of you, so
get in the bathtub, sit down right next to each other, and close your eyes,
okay?"

   "'Kay," both girls said in unison, and they nearly knocked each other
down trying to beat each other to the tub.

   When they were in place, I walked over and stood right in front of the
bathtub.  Although I had climaxed not two minutes ago, the sight of those
two naked little girls huddled up together with their eyes closed and the
idea of what I was going to do to them jump-started my libido and,
incredibly, I felt myself getting hard again.  But not so hard that I
couldn't go.

   "Eeeeeeeeee!!" the girls screamed in another delightful duet as I
showered them with my pee.  I began with their hair, directing my flow back
and forth from Trinette's long curly locks to Amanda's short nappy ones
until both girls' heads were saturated.  Then I aimed a little lower and
pissed in the girls' faces, and I felt a chill of pleasure ripple through
me as I watch my smelly stream splash off their cute little squinched-up
mugs, then run down their torsos, over their hairless cunnies, and down the
drain.

   When I was just about done, I squeezed the neck of my cock to shut of
the flow then tapped Trinette on her shoulder.  When she opened her eyes, I
squatted down until my penis was level with her mouth.  Smiling, she got on
her knees then hunched Amanda.  When the six-year-old opened her eyes,
Trinette told her to watch.

   Forming her lips into an O like the one she had demonstrated to Amanda
before I mouth-fucked her, Trinette leaned forward and focused on my dick.

   "Ready?" I asked.

   Trinette gave a quick nod and I relaxed my grip on my cock.

   "Oo!" Amanda hooted in surprise as piss shot straight out of my urethra
and directly down her sister's throat, momentarily strangling her.  But
instead of stopping to give her time to catch up with my stream, I thought
the best thing to do was was close the gap, so I used my free hand to hold
onto Trinette's head then eased forward until I had docked my pissing cock
into her mouth, upon which I moved my other hand to head.  Fortunately, the
little girl had no trouble downing the rest of my piss straight from the
source, for I could hear her swallowing it in nice steady gulps.

   When my bladder was finally empty, I flexed my sphincter a few times to
force out the last few drops of piss before pulling my growing dick out of
Trinette's mouth.  Just like before, it exited with a soft pop and a spray
of urine, and once again the girl burped long and hard.  But this time,
instead of glaring at me, both she and Amanda broke out in hysterical
laughter, prompted by my frowning, fanning the air, and backing away from
the eight-year-old.

   By now both girls reeked of urine, and while they would probably be able
to wash it off their bodies, I seriously doubted that they'd be able to get
that rank odor out of their hair anytime soon, certainly not before their
mom came home.  But I didn't really care.  In fact, the demon part of me
hoped Miss Thompson WOULD detect that distinctive aroma on her girls and be
left wondering if I'd actually been sadistic enough to do to her precious
children what I obviously had.  Maybe it would get her to stop this madness
and refuse me any further access to her kids.  But I doubted that
possibility even more than I did the girls' ability to get the pee smell
out of their hair.

   "Ain't you gonna take a shower with us, Mr.  Doctor?" Trinette asked me,
looking as cute as a button with her long piss-soaked curls sticking to the
sides of her face.

   "I wish I could, Sweetheart," I said, gathering up my clothes, "but I
have an appointment, so I have to go." I got dressed quickly then walked
back over to the tub and kissed each girl on her forehead.  "You two are
going to have to help each other wash up, okay?"

   "'Kay," they both said, again at the same time.

   "Good.  I'll see you guys next time," and with that I left the bathroom,
making sure to close the door behind me.

   For several seconds I just stood there thinking about everything I had
done with the two little sisters.  It was as nasty as I'd ever gotten with
girls that young, and it was hard to believe any of it had really happened.
But then I heard the shower followed by giggling followed by the sound of
my very full stomach churning, and I knew that I was about as far away from
dreamland as I could be.

   Ready to leave, I called Lakisha so she could lock the front door behind
me.  She sauntered out of the room she shared with the two girls I had just
finished playing with and, without glancing at me or saying a word,
unlocked the triple-locked door.  Only after pulling it open enough for me
to slip out did she bother to look up at me.

   Smiling I said, "Next time it's going to be YOUR turn to be examined,
little lady."

   She didn't smile back.  She didn't frown either.  She just stared at me
with those haunting light-brown eyes, which gave me the willies, so I got
the hell out of there as fast as I could.

   Outside I began to second-guess myself about Lakisha, wondering if it
was such a good idea to let the ten-year-old know in advance that she would
be my next prey.  I wasn't sure I wanted to give her an entire weekend to
come up with new ways to intimidate me.  But the fact that she WAS so
intimidating was what made her so intriguing--and appealing--so there was
no way I was going to change my mind about examining her next.  True, it
was going to be a challenge to win her over.  But I was more than up for
that challenge since I knew the payoff would be more than worth the effort.


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