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   Homeschooled - Part 4 (M/g, M/g/b, M/b, inc, oral, anal, ws, scat) by
Coproman

   When I knocked on the door of the Thompsons' apartment late Monday
morning, ten-year-old Lakisha opened it, just as she had my first time
there a week ago.  When she told me that her mother had already left, I
waited for the fourth-grade dropout to lock the door then took her hand and
led her into her mother's bedroom.  She followed me with no resistance, and
when I closed and locked the door, she quietly sat down on her mother's bed
and just looked at me as I stood in front of her.

   For several seconds we stared at each other.  I'm not sure what Lakisha
was seeing but I was looking at a very attractive little girl.  Dark and
skinny, she was wearing a faded orange tee shirt, yellow pedal pushers
(that hugged her cute little hiney very nicely), and a pair of flip-flops.
She could have been any one of a thousand other pre-teen black girls living
in Harlem but for her eyes.  Light brown, they contrasted so strikingly
against her dark face that they made her look stunning, even a little
spooky, and as she continued to peer at me I felt as though I were being
hypnotized.

   "You ain't really a doctor, are you?" she suddenly asked, breaking my
trance.

   "You're right," I admitted.  "I'm not."

   "I heard you tellin' my mother somethin' 'bout bein' from the Board of
Education."

   "Right again."

   "So ain't you suppose to be makin' us go to school or somethin'?"

   I hesitated before nodding.  "Yes, I am."

   "So why you ain't done it yet?"

   "Because I decided to just let you guys stay home."

   Smirking, she said, "I know why."

   "Do you?"

   She nodded.

   "So tell me."

   After hesitating she said, "So you can do nasty stuff to me and my
brothers and sisters."

   All I could do was smile.  "You're a smart girl."

   Sucking her teeth, she asked, "But we just kids.  Why you wanna be doin'
stuff like that to us instead of our mother?" She looked both genuinely
confused and more than a little disgusted.

   "Well, think of me as a kind of teacher," I said, as I slowly took off
my jacket and tie and loosened my shirt collar.  "Only instead of math or
English or social studies, I teach kids how to have fun with their bodies."
(Yeah, it was a lame explanation, and Lakisha's expression let me know just
how lame she thought it was, but I forged ahead anyway.) "So how do you
feel about learning a few things?"

   "I already know how to have fun with my body," she said defiantly.  "You
ain't gotta teach me nothin' about that."

   I had my "Convince Lakisha" speech all ready to go, but something about
the look on her face, something in her eyes, told me that her bravado was
just a facade, that as nasty and disgusting as she thought the things I was
doing to her siblings was, she didn't want to be left out.  So instead of
trying to win her over, I decided to call her bluff.

   "Okay," I said, shrugging.  "since you know everything already, you can
go back in your room...and when you get there, tell Trinette I want to see
her."

   Sure enough, instead of dashing out the door, Lakisha just sat there
with her mouth open, looking surprised and dismayed that I'd given in so
easily to her defiance.  I could tell that she wasn't sure what to do or
say next.

   "Well, go on," I said.  "I don't have all day, you know."

   Sliding off the bed, Lakisha took two tentative steps towards the door,
staring at me the whole time, before finally stopping.  Then she sucked her
teeth again and said, "Well...what if I stay?  What kinda stuff you gonna
teach me?"

   Knowing I had her, I shook my head.  "No, I'm not going to tell you up
front.  If you stay, you'll just have to trust me."

   She hesitated, still staring at me but with her mouth now twisted to the
side.  I could almost feel her frustration.  After several seconds, she
rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth again and, sighing, turned around, walked
back over to the bed, and sat back down.

   "So does this mean you changed your mind?" I asked.

   "Maybe."

   "Well, this is for giving me such a hard time," I said.

   Lunging at the girl, I knocked her backwards on the bed, trapping her
between my knees, and began to tickle her.  At first she tried to resist,
squealing, "No!  Stop!  Offa me!" while squiggling about to escape the
flurry of fingers attacking her.  But she could neither avoid me nor
contain herself for more than a few seconds before her body betrayed her,
upon which she gave in and began to giggle hysterically.  Only when she was
laughing so hard that tears were coming streaming down her face did I
finally stop.

   "So NOW will you let me teach you some things without giving me the
third degree?"

   "Okay, okay!" she said between residual hiccups of laughter.  "Long as I
don't hafta be gettin' up to go to no school, you can teach me all the
nasty stuff you want."

   "That's better," I said, and I could feel my heart beating faster.  "So
why don't we start by letting me get a look at that cute little butt of
yours."

   Giggling again, Lakisha hopped off the bed and, turning away from me,
stuck her ass out and began to shake it, which by itself was nearly enough
to make me come.

   "No, no, no," I said, chuckling as I shook my head.  "You know better
than that.  I wanna see some nekkid booty."

   Even though I'd tickled my way through her wall, I still expected
Lakisha to act coy, deliberately frustrating my efforts to see her in the
nude and thwarting every move I made to play with her.  And when, with her
back still turned to me, she took forever to take off her tee shirt and
training bra, while constantly smiling at me over her shoulder, I was sure
that this was just the start of a long calculated cock tease.

   But I was wrong.  Apparently the laughter had loosened Lakisha up more
than I thought, because once she was bare from the waist up, she kicked off
her flip-flops and grasped the elastic waistband of her pedal pushers AND
her panties.  Then she bent over and began pushing them both down over her
slim hips.  When I got that first glimpse of her ass crack, I was in
heaven; and when she pushed the pants and underwear all the way down to her
thighs, fully exposing those two perfect little ebony buns, I couldn't
stand it any longer, as I dropped to my knees, grabbed the girl's pelvis
and began to kiss her twin peaks.

   "Oooo!" Lakisha cooed.  "You kissin' my BUTT!  You a BUTT kisser!" and
she gave it a little wiggle as I planted smooches all over it.  "You gonna
stick your tongue in my butthole like you did Trinette?"

   Interrupting my hiney-worship, I said, "So she told you, huh?"

   "...yep."

   I smiled.  "What else did she say?"

   "...nothin'."

   "Come on," I urged her, giving her another wet peck on each butt cheek.
"You can tell me."

   Still facing away from me, the ten-year-old finished pulling down her
pants and underwear then casually stepped out them before saying, "She said
she gave you a pair of Rashan's dirty drawers." Only now did the girl turn
around and look at me.  "What you want them stink things for, anyway?"

   For a moment I couldn't respond.  Seeing the skinny, dark-skinned tween
in the buff--with her little titty bumps and her hairless twat--had taken
my breath away (as I'm sure she knew it would).  But after clearing my
throat, I mumbled, "Well, I was thinking about buying him a new pair, so I
needed to see what size he wore."

   "Yeah, right," Lakisha said, smirking again, and I suddenly felt as if
she were reading a sign on my forehead that spelled out in big bold letters
how I had lain in bed for damn near the whole weekend wearing Rashan's
drawers on my face and repeatedly wanking myself to within a hairsbreadth
of an orgasm.

   While the ten-year-old continued to smirk at me, I continued to admire
her nude figure before deciding to probe a little further about what she
and her sister had talked about.  "So...was that ALL Trinette said to you?"

   "Nope," said Lakisha, facing away and wiggling her ass at me again.

   "Well, come on.  Spill it.  I want to hear."

   Bending over, Lakisha hesitated again before finally saying, "She said
she went to the bathroom in your mouth...and it was number two."

   Again I paused before asking, "And?"

   Bending over even farther--far enough for me to get a good look at her
asshole and pussy--Lakisha now peeked at me upside down through her legs.
But when I glanced down at her and our eyes met, she pulled up just enough
to hide her face.  "She said Amanda did number two in your mouth too."

   By now my dick was as hard as a rock as I imagined the two older sisters
discussing every sordid detail of my filthy fetish.  Any remaining
questions I had about how much these sibling shared with each other had
mostly been answered, though I did wonder why Lakisha still hadn't
mentioned anything about my pissing on the girls or fucking Trinette up the
ass.  Maybe Trinette had chosen to tell her big sister only about certain
things we'd done.  But I couldn't be sure, so I decided to just wait and
see if Lakisha mentioned anything else later on.

   "So they really did that to you?" the ten-year-old asked, again looking
at me through her legs as her anus puckered open.

   Taking a deep breath, I said, "Well...it depends."

   "What you mean?  Depend on what?"

   "On who else you plan to tell.  You're not going to spread the word to
the whole world, are you?"

   "Nope.  Just me and Trinette be talkin' 'bout stuff."

   "Honest?"

   "Yep."

   I didn't really believe her, but the idea that the kids were swapping
sex experiences didn't bother me all that much, so I said, "Okay...then,
yeah, it's true.  She and Amanda both did a number two right in my mouth."

   Hearing my confirmation, Lakisha stood up, turned around and stared hard
at me, her face twisted into an expression of disbelief.  "And you ATE it?"

   I nodded, smiling at her, and got super-horny when she frowned in
disgust.

   "Ewwwwwwww!  You CRAZY!  Why you wanna be eatin' people doo-doo?!"

   Despite her expression, I could tell that her supposed revulsion was
about as real as her sisters' had been when I'd told them about my shit
eating and, seeing right through her, I said, "Come on, Lakisha, tell the
truth.  You LIKE hearing about nasty stuff like that, don't you?"

   "No," she said, but her answer sounded more like a question, belying her
true feelings.  On top of that, she never once shook her head; she just
kept staring at me with that look on her face.  That's when I knew I had
her again: Just like Trinette and Amanda, she was simply too damned curious
about something so kinky to pass up an opportunity to hear more.  So again
I decided to call her bluff.

   "Well, maybe I'm wrong," I admitted.  "Maybe you really DON'T want to
hear about the nasty stuff we did.  So I'll just keep my mouth shut and--"

   "No, I DO," she suddenly piped up, cutting me off.  "I wanna hear."

   Now I was the one smirking.  "Yeah, I thought so.  And I promise to tell
you everything.  But first I want YOU to tell ME something...about your
brother."

   "Who?  Darnell?"

   "Yeah."

   Once again Lakisha sucked her teeth.  "He a little homo."

   My ears perked up.  "Why do you say that?"

   "'Cause he always be wantin' to put his thing in somebody butt.  And
when I said no and told him he suppose to put it in a girl's coochie, he
said he tried it once with this girl but it got soft and it wouldn't stay
in.  But when she told him he could put it in her butt, it got hard again,
so they did it that way, and he said it stayed hard the whole time they was
doin' it."

   Right away I pictured the nine-year-old "pretty boy"--with his smooth
cafe au lait complexion, just-barely-visible freckles and short
reddish-brown afro--pumping away at some faceless girl's ass, but that girl
quickly morphed in Lakisha, and I heard myself asking, "So does he still
want to do you up your butt?"

   She squinched up her face.  "Yeah, he be gettin' on my nerve with that,
too, tryin' to tell me how good it feel and everything.  So I asked him,
'How YOU know it feel good?  Anybody ever done you in YOUR butt?'"

   "And what'd he say?" I asked, so horny in anticipation of her reply that
I was barely able to croak out the question.

   "He said yeah 'cause him and his friend Tray used to do each other when
we was still goin' to school.  So I said, 'Well, why don't you call him and
do him in HIS butt?' And he said he didn't have his number and wasn't sure
where he lived, and he didn't wanna be goin' 'round school lookin' for him,
'cause somebody like YOU might catch him and he'd get in trouble."

   "So it's MY fault that he keeps askin' to get in YOUR butt, huh?" I
said, giving her a wry smile.

   She just smiled back at me and, with her nose crinkling, asked, "So how
it taste?"

   "What?"

   "You know..."

   "Oh, that.  Well, it doesn't have much of a taste, really," I said. 
"But I guess it depends on what you had to eat.  Mostly it just smells."

   "...and how you like it, hard or soft?"

   "Kind of hard, because I like the way it feels in my mouth when I chew
it up."

   "Yuck!" Lakisha responded, her face in full-frown mode again.  "I can't
believe you be chewin' on a mouth full of doo-doo!"

   "Well, I have to if it's thick.  But if it's soft, I can just swallow it
whole."

   Still frowning, she paused again then asked, "So how Trinette's and
Mandy's tasted?"

   "About the same, but Trinette's was a little chunkier than Amanda's, so
I had to chew hers up more.  Amanda's I was mostly able to just swallow
without chewing."

   The intensity of Lakisha's frown told me how disgusting she thought this
whole conversation was, but I could also tell that her fascination hadn't
wavered one bit.

   "Don't it make you sick, eatin' it?"

   "Not so far."

   Again the girl hesitated, this time apparently trying to size me up,
before relaxing her frown a tad and asking, "So...next time you do it...can
I see?"

   I chuckled.  "So you mean, after all that frowning and 'ewwww'ing and
'yuck'ing and everything, now you want to watch one of your brothers or
sisters take a shit in my mouth?"

   With her nose crinkling again, she gave a quick nod.

   I pursed my lips and nodded back.  "Sure, we can do that." Then I asked,
"Anyone's in particular you want to see me eat?"

   She didn't answer right away.  Instead her frown became quizzical as,
staring hard at me, she asked, "You like eatin' big ones like this?" And
she held her hands about 12 inches apart, which made my dick twitch.

   "Sure."

   "And you like eatin' boys' doo-doo, too?"

   "Sure."

   "Then...I wanna see you eat Darnell's, 'cause he be makin' them BIG
doo-doos."

   "How do you know?"

   "'Cause I seen 'em.  One time he doo-dooed and forgot to flush and I had
to use the bathroom after him and when I went in there, I seen this long
brown doo-doo all curled up in the toilet, and it was 'bout this big
around," she said, and she made an "okay" sign with her thumb and pointer,
forming a circle about an inch in diameter.

   All of this was making my body tingle and, feeling particularly nasty, I
asked, "But how do you know he ALWAYS makes that much?  Maybe it was just
that once."

   "Unh-unnhhh," she sang, shaking her head and smiling.  "It be like that
every time he go.  'Cause when I was lookin' at it that time, he came back
in the bathroom 'cause he remembered he forgot to flush, and when he seen
me lookin' at it, he asked me if I liked what I saw.  I said, 'No, boy,
what's wrong with you?!' But he just laughed and said next time he had to
go, he was gonna tell me so I could watch him, and I just said, 'You
crazy!' and I pushed him out the bathroom and shut the door in his face."

   "So did he ever follow through on that?"

   "Yeah!" said Lakisha, looking as astonished as she probably did the day
it happened.  "About two days later, we was all in the livin' room watchin'
TV and that crazy boy came over to me and whispered, 'Guess what I gotta
do?' I looked at him and all he did was smile, hold up two fingers, and
start walkin' out the room."

   "So did you follow him?"

   "Not at first.  Then I started thinkin' 'bout if he REALLY had to go and
if he was REALLY gonna let me see, so after while I got up.  When I got to
the bathroom, he was standin' by the door waitin' for me and said, 'What
took you so long?' I didn't say nothin', but when he went in the bathroom I
went in there with him."

   By now, of course, I was so horny from listening to Lakisha's story that
there was a real danger I would come in my pants before I even got a chance
to mess around with the dark-skinned girl.  I couldn't believe these two
little truants might both turn out to be budding shit geeks!  But that
certainly seemed to be where her story was headed.  So I took a nice deep
breath and tried to calm myself down before asking her to continue.

   "He told me to lock the door, and when I did he pulled his pants down
and sat on the toilet like I wasn't even there.  Then he looked up at me
and smiled and told me to come closer.  Soon as I did, he started fartin',
then I heard him peein', then right after that I heard the doo-doo comin'
outta his butt and fallin' in the water.  Then I could smell it, and he
musta seen me frownin', 'cause you know what that crazy boy had the NERVE
to say?"

   "What?"

   "He say, 'It smell good, don't it?'"

   "And what did you say?"

   "I said, 'HELL no!  It STINK!' But all he did was laugh."

   "Don't tell me--you either held your nose or just walked out after that,
right?" I asked, hoping I was dead wrong about on both counts.

   "Uhhhh...nope."

   "How come?"

   She hesitated, staring up at the ceiling, pulling her lips into a tight
smile, and squirming before saying, "I don't know.  I guess I
kinda...like...WANTED to smell it.  Y'know?"

   "Yeah," I said, smiling and nodding.  "I DO know."

   She giggled.  "I guess you would!  Anyway after he finished doo-dooing,
THEN guess what he asked me."

   "What?"

   "If I wanted to wipe his stink butt!"

   "Honest?" Now my heart was thumping so hard I swore Lakisha could hear
it as I recalled what I'd asked Trinette to do for Amanda after she'd taken
a shit in my mouth.  "So what'd you say?"

   "What you think?  NO, of course.  So he said 'okay,' then he reached
over and tore off a piece of toilet paper.  But instead of wipin' his butt
with it, he said, 'Here.  Hold this for me' and gave it to me.  Then he
smiled again and said, 'You ready to see it?' and when I said yeah, he got
up."

   "So how'd it look?"

   "Like it did before--lonnnng, all curled up and 'bout this big around,"
Lakisha said, again giving me the inch-wide okay sign.  "Like I said, he
ALWAYS be makin' them big doo-doos."

   "So did you guys do anything else, or did he just wipe and flush?"

   "Well, that's what I THOUGHT he was gonna do, but when I tried to give
him back the toilet paper, he wouldn't take it.  He turned around and bent
over!  So I said, 'Boy, didn't I tell you I wasn't gonna wipe your stink
doo-doo butt?!' But he didn't say nothin'.  He just put his hands on his
knees and stood right where he was, and I just stood right where I was,
lookin' at his butt.  So both of us was just standing there, so after a
while I said, 'Boy, you CRAZY!' and I stooped down and pulled his butt open
and started wipin' him."

   Hearing that, I thought, Wow!  Like younger sister, like older sister. I
had to take another deep breath to contain myself before asking, "So what
was it like?"

   "Nasty!  All this soft, sticky doo-doo was in his butthole, and I had to
get some more toilet paper and wipe him about four or five times before he
was clean.  Then when I was finished and was lookin' up his butt to make
sure I got it all, he had the nerve to FART right in my face and start
laughin'!  I smacked him right on his butt and said, 'Shoot!  That ain't
funny!' Then when he turned around, his thing was all hard and stickin' up,
and he asked me if he could do me in my butt, and I said no."

   Lakisha went on to say how she had accompanied her brother to the
bathroom on several occasions after that; and every time it was the same
scenario: He would drop a big load, she would wipe his ass, he would ask to
butt fuck her, and she would say no.  But they hadn't gotten together
lately because the last time they did, their mom had caught them coming out
of the bathroom together, and they weren't sure if she really believed the
story they'd given her of searching the hamper for missing clothes.

   "So did you ever let him watch YOU go?"

   "Nope."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know.  I'd feel...like...kinda funny doin' it in front of him.
And he never asked me to, neither.  I think mainly he like ME to watch HIM
go.  I think he like seein' me lookin' at it and smellin' it and,
'specially, wipin' his butt after."

   I couldn't think of anything else to say or ask after that, and there
was an uncomfortably long silence between us before Lakisha, perhaps
thinking I was having second thoughts about offering to serve as her
brother's toilet, asked, "So you still gonna let him doo-doo in your mouth,
right?"

   "Of course," I said quickly.

   "And you still gonna EAT it?"

   "Absolutely," I said, and I felt a twitch in both my dick and the pit of
my stomach as I imagined Lakisha gazing rapturously at us as Darnell
dropped a foot-long turd in my mouth and I struggled to choke it down. 
"But only if you promise to let ME watch him do something to YOU."

   "What?" she asked, giving me a wary eye.

   "I think you already know," I said.

   Sucking her teeth, she whined, "But I don't WANT him puttin' his thing
in my butt."

   "Why not?  You scared it's going to hurt?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, don't be.  I promise not to let him hurt you.  Besides, I think
it's only fair to give him a little play after he let you watch him go all
those times and you got to wipe him and whatnot, don't you?"

   "But I never ASKED him to do all them nasty things."

   "But you liked doing them, didn't you?"

   "Ummmm...I guess."

   "Okay, then," I said.  "It's settled.  I'll do my thing with him and
you'll do yours.  But that's for later.  First I want to finish playing
with you, so turn around and bend over again."

   Giving me a sheepish smile, the girl quickly assumed the position.  Now,
of course, the first thing I thought of was her staring at Darnell's shitty
ass as she was about to wipe it, and as I again got on my knees behind the
ten-year-old I imagined that SHE had just taken a dump and was waiting for
me to clean HER behind.

   "Ooh!" Lakisha gasped when I spread her cheeks and stuck my tongue up
her ass.  To my surprise I found it harder to do this to her than to any of
the other kids.  For some reason her anus didn't seem to have the natural
stretchability that Trinette's and Rashan's did, so I knew I would have to
shelve any plans I had to ass fuck her.  But I was still getting off on the
slight odor of shit I detected as I slurped at her tight little hole, an
odor that became more distinct the more I licked her; and the more it
filled my nose, the hornier I got.  When I finally stopped to look inside
the girl's anus, I felt her muscles tense and, just like Darnell had done
to her, she farted right in my face, her anus spitting a fine mist of
saliva over my nose and lips as the smelly gas sputtered out of her
puckered hole.

   "So am I eatin' the right kinda food, Doctor?" she giggled, referencing
what I'd said to Trinette to explain why I was smelling her fart.

   "I'll let you know." Spreading Lakisha's asshole open even wider, I
pressed my nose against it and began to seriously sniff her as she
continued to giggle.

   "I think I need to eat more beans, don't you?"

   "Mmm-hmm," I responded, and I imagined a marathon fart session with the
girl in which, after stuffing herself with beans, she sat on my face and
poomped away for hours, forcing me to inhale noseful after noseful of her
stinky ass gas.

   After snuffling up as much of Lakisha's fart as I could, I stood up,
picked her up, and laid her face-up on her mother's bed.  Then I just stood
there staring at her.  Her dark, skinny body looked so small, so vulnerable
against the big white sheets of the unmade queen-sized bed, and this image
just turned me on all the more.

   Licking my lips, I pulled Lakisha's legs apart, completely exposing her
hairless slit; then I crouched down, bent over, and gently spread it open,
revealing the fresh pinkness of her ten-year-old vagina.  It contrasted so
highly against her dark skin that I was momentarily mesmerized.  Then I
sniffed her down there and was further excited when the delicately rank
odor of her girlie pee wafted into my nostrils.  After that I gave her a
quick kiss on her clit, making her shudder, then stood up again and began
to undress, carefully removing my shirt then my undershirt then my shoes
and socks before taking off my pants and, finally, pulling down my briefs,
which freed my super-hard erection.

   The whole time I was stripping, Lakisha just lay there quietly watching
me.  Only when my cock sprang out did she react, and even then there was
nothing more than a little gasp and a widening of her light-brown eyes. 
But when I made a move to join her on the bed, she automatically shrank
back and closed her legs, looking afraid.

   "You gonna fuck me?" she asked.

   "Do you want me to?"

   "...I don't know.  It's gonna hurt?"

   "You might feel a little something at first, but it'll go away."

   "You sure?  'Cause that thing look mighty big to be goin' in my coochie
without hurtin'." But then she gave me a knowing smirk and said, "But I
didn't hear no screamin' when you put it in Trinette's butt, so I guess
it'll be okay."

   Damn!  Was there NOTHING these kids didn't share?!  I asked myself, and
I'm sure Lakisha read this on my face because she just laughed and said, "I
TOLD you we be talkin' 'bout stuff!  But, tell the truth, I don't think she
was gonna say nothin' about that.  But her butthole was hurtin' and she
wanted me to look at it to make sure it wasn't bleedin' or nothing.  And
when I seen how it was all stretched open and red inside, and then I seen
this white stuff in it, I knew what y'all did and I made her tell me about
it."

   That Trinette had at least tried to keep our anal encounter a secret
made me feel a little better.  It let me know that the eight-year-old
understood how there were some things that didn't lend themselves to
sharing, even with your older sister.  But I should have realized how, in
addition to leaking come, there might be other consequences from the trauma
her anus had suffered, so I was grateful that Lakisha was there help her
out, even if she did force her to spill the beans about what we'd done.

   But simply knowing that I'd ass fucked her little sister wasn't enough
for Lakisha; she wanted details: "So how'd you get that big ol' thing in
her butt, anyway?"

   "Well, since she'd just taken a shit in my mouth, she was really open
back there, so it wasn't all that hard to get it in her."

   Lakisha frowned as though she were picturing this then just shook her
head.  "Well, I'm not surprised she let you do it, 'cause she kinda
freaky."

   "Really?"

   "Yep," and again she smirked.  "But you already know that, don't you?"

   I smirked back at her and said, "Maybe.  But what I DON'T know is how
'freaky' her older sister is."

   "Well, why don't you find out," she said, surprising me.

   I was on the bed before the sassy girl had a chance to change her mind.
But this time she did not retreat and actually spread her legs as I
approached her.  Instead of spearing her straight-up, I lifted the girl's
legs, draping them over my shoulders, and stuck my face back in her pussy.
Again the girlie-piss smell turned me on, and I immediately sealed my lips
over her tween twat and thrust my tongue inside.

   "Ooh!" Lakisha gasped, and her thighs closed like a clam on my head,
squeezing it tight and holding it in place as I sucked away her virginity.
Every time my tongue brushed across her clit, she shuddered and made this
cute breathy little noise.  Then I began to probe her slit, pushing my
tongue as far inside as I could, stimulating her into secreting as much
pre-come as her immature gonads would allow.  Only when the smell and taste
of it began to supersede those of her piss did I retreat, prying her thighs
apart enough to slip my head out then pressing them down against her flat
chest as I surveyed her landscape.  Now there was so much juice leaking out
of her that it was oozing down her ass crack.  It was time.

   I considered just keeping Lakisha bent over like a pretzel as I
penetrated her, but I didn't want to go too deep too soon, so I let her
legs drop, spread them apart, and assumed the missionary position between
them, nestling the head of my dick just inside her smooth pudenda.

   "You ready?" I asked.  Despite the ten-year-old's obvious anxiety, she
nodded.  After telling her to relax, I began to apply slow, steady
pressure, forcing the crown of my cock against her hymen, and the more
pressure I applied, the more her light-brown eyes began to close.  Finally
my dick finally tore through the protective membrane.

   "Ow!" she winced, shivering as her eyes rolled back to the whites before
closing.  At first I thought she had passed out, but she hadn't gone limp,
and her eyes were so tightly closed that I realized she was very much still
with us and was simply attempting to get past that initial pain of first
entry.  Then I felt an oozing warmth on my shaft, and I knew right away
that it wasn't just pussy juice but blood as well.

   It wasn't long before Lakisha's eyes opened again, but just a slit,
giving me only a glimpse of those light-brown irises, and as soon as our
eyes met, she gave me a dreamy smile very much like the ones I always got
from Trinette after sucking her off.  Then the ten-year-old threw her arms
around my neck, and that's when I knew everything would be okay.

   Giving the girl a peck on the nose, I slowly continued my journey into
her virgin vagina.  Though her smile disappeared and her expression became
more strained the further I ventured inside her, she never once even hinted
that I should stop or pull out.  Soon enough I felt my balls pressing
between her legs, upon which her body slowly began to relax again.

   For the next few minutes I just lay there smiling at Lakisha while
enjoying the feeling of her snug snatch pulsating on my pole.  It was hard
to believe that all eight inches of it were stuck up inside the pussy of a
girl who had yet to reach her eleventh birthday.  So the stretchability was
there after all, only in a different opening.

   "So how does it feel?" I finally asked her.

   "At first it hurted, but now it's okay."

   I kissed her softly on the lips.  "So...you ready to make some love?"

   Lakisha smiled the sweetest little smile I'd ever seen and nodded. 
Returning her nod, I began to slowly pull my hips back, carefully
withdrawing my cock from her honey pit while again staring directly into
her eyes.  It came out more easily than I thought it would, and when only
the crown was left inside her, I broke eye contact with the girl just long
enough to look underneath myself and check out our connection.  My shaft
was streaked with a combination of blood, pussy juice, and pre-come, all of
which had mixed together nicely to facilitate my exit.  Then I felt her
twat spasming on my dickhead, as if signaling me to keep going, and I once
again gazed into the ten-year-old's eyes as I pushed myself back inside
her. After only a few trips in and out of Lakisha's cunny, it opened up
enough for me to establish a nice little fuck rhythm, and she and I grinned
at each other as I began to ride her.  The girl looked so adorable that I
couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her and planting my lips on hers.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned as I thoroughly explored Lakisha's mouth, "sword
fighting" with her tongue, swabbing her teeth and gums, and sucking out as
much saliva as I could while I pistoned her pussy.  Then I started thinking
about how the roles the two older sisters were playing in this drama were
so different: Trinette was basically my fuck buddy, someone I could bang up
the butt, piss on and call all kinds of names; but Lakisha was more like my
lover, someone to kiss and be gentle and tender with, and I could easily
see myself falling for her.  A vision flashed through my head of the two of
us standing side by side at the altar before a very surprised preacher, I
wearing a fancy tuxedo while my ten-year-old fianc�e wore a wedding dress
whose billows of white nearly swallowed her four-and-half-foot figure. 
What a couple we'd make!  "I now declare you man and wife.  You may kiss
the bride...and then you may take her to school."

   "Oooooohh!" Lakisha suddenly moaned, closing her eyes, and I could tell
by the way her body trembled and her vagina began to suck at my shaft that
she was having an orgasm, probably her very first, though I refused to make
any assumptions.  For all I knew every time she'd walked out of the
bathroom after watching her brother shit, she'd fingered herself to a
climax.  I was sure, though, that this was her first orgasm through
intercourse, and the very fact that she was able to come with no
stimulation other than my dick sliding in and out of her pussy put her way
ahead of females three times her age.

   "You okay, Baby?" I asked.

   Smiling another sweet smile, she opened her eyes just enough to see me,
nodded, gave my neck a little squeeze, then closed them again.  I continued
to stare at her while thinking how very, very special it was to deflower a
little virgin on her mama's bed.  A part of me wished Miss Thompson had
been there to witness it.  But I wanted someone else in the room even more.
And that person needed to come in before I shot my load.  So I slowed down
my strokes until I eventually came to rest with my dick all the way inside
Lakisha, upon which she opened her eyes again to see me smiling at her.

   "Hey, let's call Darnell so we can do a sandwich?" I said.

   "A what?" she asked, looking confused.

   "A sex sandwich.  You know--when a girl has one dick in her pussy and
the other one in her ass."

   "Ewwwwww!" she squealed, frowning and giggling at the same time.  "That
sounds NASTY!"

   "I know, but it's fun.  So you want to try it?"

   "Ummmm...I don't know."

   "Come on," I pressed.  "You said you'd let him do you.  You didn't
change your mind, did you?"

   "No...but you didn't say nothin' 'bout both of y'all doin' me at the
same time."

   "That's because I didn't think about it until just now.  But you have to
admit it sounds pretty cool, right?"

   "I guess."

   "So...?"

   After another long pause, Lakisha finally relented.  "Okay...but if it
hurt, you gonna make him take it out, right?"

   "Right," I said.  "I promise." But even as I was saying it, I knew full
well that I had no intention of keeping that promise since I was determined
to have this girl lose her virginity in both holes today, and if I couldn't
get my dick in her ass, Darnell certainly could.  "So you ready to call
him?"

   "Yeah, but he can't get in.  The door's locked."

   "Well, we can take care of that right now.  Hold on to me.  Tight."

   Right away Lakisha locked her arms around my neck, and when I slipped my
hands under her and began to lift her up, she understood what I was trying
to do and quickly clamped her legs around my waist to help me do it.  With
the girl clinging to me, I maneuvered around until we were off the bed and
standing in front of it with my dick still embedded in her tight little
box.

   Satisfied that the ten-year-old was securely skewered on my cock, I
walked us over to the door, unlocked it, then walked us back to the bed,
where I flopped onto my back in a spot directly opposite the door, so the
first thing Darnell would see when he came in was his sister's black ass
and my hard brown cock planted deep in her pussy.  It would be a
more-than-obvious invitation for him to finally do what he'd been begging
to do for so long.

   "You ready?" I asked Lakisha.

   "I guess."

   "So go ahead and call him."

   After squinching her face one more time, she yelled, "Dar-nellll!!"

   "What?" came his immediate response.

   "Come here a minute!  I wanna show you somethin'!  I'm in Ma's room!"

   "Okay!"

   Then we waited, and I kept my eyes trained on the door because I was
eager to catch the boy's initial reaction when he saw us.

   Well, all I can say is, when the door suddenly opened, the look on
Darnell's face was priceless.  His light-brown eyes popped open and his jaw
dropped as he just stood there so stunned he couldn't move.

   "Oh, shit!" he said.

   "Close the door and come over here," I said.

   As if awakening from a trance, the nine-year-old blinked then quickly
turned to close and lock the door.  His look of shock morphed into a
knowing smile as he slowly approached us, crouching down, bending over and
cocking his head to the side to get a good look at our connection from
several different angles.

   "Lakisha told me what you've been wanting to do to her and how she
always said no," I explained.  "Well, guess what?  Today's your lucky day,
because I got her to say yes."

   "For REAL?!" he asked, his voice and face both full of excitement.

   "Yep," I said, imitating Lakisha.  "So get those clothes off and get
that dick in her booty."

   "Oh, shit!" the boy said again, and he scrambled to undress, tossing his
clothes all over the floor.  In seconds he had taken off every stitch and
just stood there grinning, a little light-skinned Adonis with his
three-and-a-half-inch pecker proudly pointing at the ceiling.

   Lakisha looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Boy, you better not
hurt me with that thing."

   I motioned to Darnell then palmed Lakisha's buns and gently spread them
apart, exposing her spit-soaked anus.  Climbing on top of his sister, he
balanced himself with one hand while grasping the base of his pecker with
the other.  Then he aimed and pushed.

   "Ouch!" Lakisha yelped as the head of the boy's cock breached her anal
sphincter.  Instantly her pussy--and every other muscle in her body, it
seemed--tightened up.  "That shit HURT!"

   "Hold up, Darnell," I said.  Lifting my head, I kissed Lakisha gently on
the lips.  "It's okay.  Just relax and push out like you're taking a shit.
It'll slide right in.  I promise."

   She looked at me skeptically but said okay and took a nice deep breath.
As she exhaled, I could feel the tension drain out of her body, upon which
I gave Darnell a nod and moved my hands out of his way.  He eased himself
down and, two seconds later, his erection was fully ensheathed in his
sister's anus.

   "See?" I said to Lakisha, as I now grasped her brother's buns to hold
the three of us together.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

   "It's all in?" she asked, surprised.

   "Yeah," Darnell rasped.  "And it feel DAMN good!  How it feel to you,
Kisha?"

   "Terrible."

   Smiling, Darnell looked at me and explained, "That means 'good' in
Kisha-Talk," and when I looked at Lakisha and she smirked and rolled her
eyes, I knew he was telling the truth.

   "Okay, guys," I said, assuming the role of director.  "Let's all just
lie here a little while till we get used to each other; then, Darnell, you
and I are going to have to coordinate our efforts to maintain a solid
connection." When the boy looked at me with a blank expression, I smiled
and said, "I mean, we're going to have to be careful how we move when we
fuck her to make sure our dicks stay inside her." This time the boy nodded
and said okay.

   At first I kept still while Darnell did the fucking.  In his eagerness,
he moved a little too fast, causing Lakisha to wince and complain, but the
nine-year-old was a quick study, and in no time he was stroking in and out
of his sister's asshole at a pace comfortable for the both of them.  I
could feel the little fucker's every move as he repeatedly shoved Lakisha's
body against mine, our dicks rubbed together inside her, and his butt
muscles flexed in my hands.

   At the same time Lakisha was stimulating us even more simply by reacting
to the pleasure that her moans told me she was experiencing.  So her anal
sphincter clenched her brother's slim shaft while her vaginal muscles
clutched my thick tool, and it was all apparently happening totally without
any awareness on her part.

   "Damn, Kisha!" Darnell panted as he pumped her rump.  "I KNEW you had
some good booty!  That's why I been wantin' to get some off you for so
long!"

   "Yeah, right," Lakisha said dismissively.  "Even if I had the worst
booty in the whole wide world, you still woulda wanted it."

   "Yeah, prob'ly," Darnell admitted with a chuckle, and I was amused at
how casually the two of them were conversing, considering what we were all
doing.

   As Darnell began to ass-fuck Lakisha more vigorously, I hugged his hiney
even tighter to make sure he didn't accidentally pull all the way out of
her.  And as I held him, I became more and more curious about his own anus,
so curious I couldn't resist the impulse to check it out.  So I edged my
middle finger over to his ass crack and just touched his puckering hole;
then I pressed it, allowing my fingertip to ride on top of it as his buns
continued to buck; finally, on one of his out-strokes, I poked about an
inch worth of finger inside him, just up to that first little knuckle.

   "Ahh!" the boy gasped, as the tip of my finger sank into his sphincter.
But the anal intrusion was not enough to stop him from fucking his sister.
Indeed, it seemed to heighten his enjoyment, because he began to hump her
even harder, his hairless crotch slapping loudly against her firmly packed
booty as he dicked her tight little doo-doo hole.

   Naturally I wanted this virgin double-fuck to go on forever.  But I was
pretty sure that Darnell had no experience in delaying his orgasm, and
since I had already delayed mine for so long, I knew that Climax City was
right around the corner for both of us.  Sure enough, within only minutes
of sandwiching the saucy little black girl, Darnell and I were speeding
over the finish line.

   "Shit!  I'm coming!" I grunted, rapidly upthrusting my hips and causing
Lakisha to wince as my dickhead jammed against her ten-year-old cervix.

   "Me too!" Darnell panted.  "I'm gonna shoot!" And his butt bounced
through a few more quick strokes before he thrust forward and, shivering,
plastered his chest against Lakisha's back.

   "Take it, girl!" I yelled, stiffening, and as I too began to shake, I
clutched Darnell's ass as hard as I could while lifting mine to maximize
our penetration of Lakisha's deflowered holes.  "Take our fucking come
right in your pussy and ass!"

   My orgasm was so intense it was almost painful as I shot stream after
stream of hot semen into Lakisha's immature snatch while enjoying the
feeling of Darnell's boner throbbing wildly right next to mine in her
shithole.  And when Lakisha also moaned, began to tremble and her cunt
started to spasm like crazy on my rod, I was happy to know that her brother
and I were able to carry her with us through her own orgasm.

   Afterwards we all just lay there breathing heavily, slowly drifting back
to earth.  In the midst of this recovery I realized that Lakisha wasn't the
only one who'd been penetrated, as more than half of my middle finger was
now buried in Darnell's anus.  I was so into my orgasm that I didn't even
remember thrusting it in him past the second knuckle; and he was apparently
so into his that having my finger up his ass didn't faze him.  In any case,
the feeling of the boy's hot hole throbbing on my finger--along with the
fact that I seemed to be touching something warm and sticky inside him--was
a wonderful bonus to shooting my load in his sister's twat.

   As we continued to lie there, the weight of the two kids, which had been
so comfortable on top of me while we were having sex, was becoming more and
more oppressive, but I was reluctant to disturb them.  Fortunately I wasn't
the only one whose level of tolerance was returning to normal.

   "Get offa me, boy!" Lakisha squawked, hunching Darnell in his side. 
"You heavy!"

   "Okay, okay," he said, and as I pulled my finger out of his asshole, he
pulled his prick out of hers, after which he rolled onto his back,
revealing the tiny dollop of light-brown shit clinging to his glans.  Now
that only the skinny ten-year-old was on top of me, I was able to take a
nice deep breath, hugging her butt again as I did so.

   "So, girl, how'd you like being the meat in our little sandwich?" I
asked.

   Looking me straight in the eye, she gave me a crooked smile.  "Y'all
nasty."

   "Yeah, and we ain't the only ones, neither," Darnell responded.

   "You need to shut your mouth, boy," Lakisha said, giggling, "'cause it
if wasn't for Mr.  Doctor, you wouldn'ta GOT no butt."

   "But tell the truth--you LIKED it, didn't you?" Darnell asked.

   "Maybe I did and maybe I didn't," said Lakisha.  "But I know you better
stop gettin' on my nerve about it or I bet you won't bet gettin' no MORE
butt no time soon."

   "Okay, I'm sorry; I'll shut up," Darnell chuckled, MORE than willing to
back off.  "But can I just see if I made any sperms in there?"

   "...yeah, I guess," she said.

   Moving my hands, I surrendered Lakisha's ass to Darnell long enough for
him to spread open her anus and peer inside.

   "Oooooo!" he crooned.  "I see some white stuff in there!"

   "Stop lyin'," Lakisha casually said, not even bothering to turn her
head.

   "I'm NOT lyin'.  If you don't believe me, ask Mr.  Doctor to look."

   "You want me to check?" I asked her.

   "If you want to.  But I know he lyin', 'cause he ain't old enough to be
makin' no sperms yet."

   Curious to see if Lakisha was right (while hoping she was wrong), I
turned us onto our sides and slowly pulled my hips back, withdrawing my
shrunken cock from the girl's very wet, very tight box.  When it finally
"shlurrrrp"ed out, I climbed over her and maneuvered around until her ass
was in my face.  After first sniffing then sucking the finger that had been
planted in Darnell's asshole, I suggested that while I was checking out her
butt, he should show his sister how much he appreciated what she'd allowed
him to do by licking my come out of her pussy.  I was surprised when,
without hesitating, the nine-year-old scooted over and stuck his face
between the girl's legs.

   "Oooh!" she gasped, grabbing her brother's head as he began to suck
eagerly at her splooge-sopping cunt.  I could tell right away that this boy
was a natural-born creampie eater, and judging by the way Lakisha was
reacting to whatever he was doing to her with his lips and tongue, he was
going to make a lot of little girls very happy before he even made it to
the creampie-eating stage of his life.

   Meanwhile I had spread Lakisha's asshole open to investigate Darnell's
claim, and I was surprised to see that the little fucker had been telling
the truth after all: Lakisha's anus was full of spunk.  No, it wasn't
overflowing, but there was still an impressive amount, enough for me to
understand that this boy had reached a sexual milestone a lot earlier than
most boys his age do (and to realize how that creampie-eating stage might
come sooner than I thought).

   "Guess what, Lakisha."

   "What?"

   "Your little brother really CAN make babies."

   "Really?"

   "I TOLD you," Darnell said, momentarily coming up for air.

   "Okay, my bad," Lakisha conceded.  "Tell the truth, it DO feel kinda
mushy back there."

   "That's all my sperms is swimming around in your butthole!" Darnell
snickered.

   While I couldn't see whatever look Lakisha gave her brother, I knew from
the sudden movement followed by a "mmph!" that she had grabbed his head and
pulled his face back into her pussy.  I took that as my cue to do to
Darnell's sperm what he was doing to mine.  After all, we couldn't have all
those fresh young "sperms" swimming around in her butthole, could we?  So,
spreading the girl's ebony buns apart a little wider, I dove in and drove
my tongue up her ass.

   "Shit!" she cried out, shuddering; then all the talking stopped and the
only sounds that could be heard were slurping and moaning as Darnell and I
searched out each other's come from Lakisha's two most private places.  We
turned the girl on so much doing this that after only a couple of minutes
her body trembled through another orgasm, giving her little brother even
more to swallow.

   By the time Darnell and I were done, Lakisha had the cleanest pussy and
asshole on the planet.  Darnell's lips looked so red and luscious covered
with my spunk and Lakisha's pussy juice that I wanted to lean over and kiss
him.  But I didn't want to freak him out by being so spontaneous, so I held
back.  Lakisha must've either read my mind or been thinking the same thing,
though, because before I had time to miss what I hadn't done, she said:

   "I think y'all need to kiss each other's spermy lips!" And she sat back
and waited.

   Darnell and I looked at each other, and I was surprised to see him
smiling and blushing.  He didn't seem to have the slightest reluctance
about kissing another male, as he immediately closed his eyes, puckered up
and leaned toward me.  Catching the boy's face in my hands, I steadied his
head, and planted my lips on his.  He further surprised me by not resisting
at all, not even when I snaked my tongue in his mouth.

   "Ewwwwww!" Lakisha giggled, "Y'all look like HOMOS, kissin' like that!"

   Ignoring the girl's comment (or perhaps spurred on by it), Darnell and I
kept kissing until, after a full minute, he pushed away from me.

   "What's the matter?" I asked.

   "Nothin'.  I just gotta go."

   "Go where?"

   "To the bathroom.  That's where I was goin' when Kisha called me."

   "So you have to pee?" I asked.

   Darnell hesitated and, smirking at Lakisha, said, "Well, that's ONE
thing I gotta do."

   Right away my heart began to beat faster and my dick began to get hard
again as I suddenly realized that I hadn't been imagining things: My finger
had indeed been touching a turd inside his asshole!

   "Hey, Kisha, why don't you come with me.  I wanna show you somethin'."

   "What's the matter?" I asked.  "Don't you want ME to watch you take a
shit too?"

   Darnell's jaw dropped and his face got even redder than it had before
we'd kissed, as he first stared at me then at his sister.  "You TOLD him?!"

   "Yep," Lakisha said, "but he wanna do a lot more than just WATCH you
go," she added, smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary.

   "What you mean?"

   She turned to me.  "You wanna tell him or you want me to?"

   "I'm surprised he doesn't know already."

   "Know WHAT?"

   Before I could say anything else, Lakisha said, "He want you to doo-doo
in his MOUTH!" And I could tell from her expression how much delight she
took in informing him of this.

   "Oh, shit!" Darnell responded, his face squinched up as he gave me the
same look of disgust-mixed-with-intrigue that I'd gotten from his siblings.
"For REAL?"

   "Yep," Lakisha said proudly.  "And guess what he gonna do after that."

   "...what?" Darnell asked tentatively, as if he weren't sure he really
wanted to know.

   "He gonna eat it all up like a big hotdog!" Lakisha announced with glee.

   "For REAL?"

   I didn't answer verbally; I just stretched my eyes wide open and,
smiling, nodded.

   "Oh, shit!" Darnell again responded, frowning even more deeply as he
backed away from me and began spitting and vigorously wiping his mouth. 
"Why didn't you tell me you like doin' freaky shit like that BEFORE we
kissed?!"

   Lakisha and I just laughed, which annoyed Darnell since we weren't
taking very seriously his concern about consuming the remnants of some
stranger's shit.  But when we reminded him that whatever shit he might have
detected was only what I had just licked out his own sister's asshole, a
tiny sheepish smile broke through his frown.

   "So you gonna do it?" Lakisha now asked.

   "What?  Go in his mouth?"

   "Yep."

   "...I don't know.  That shit is kinda freaky."

   "Come onnnn!" Lakisha pleaded.  "I wanna SEE-EEEE!"

   Darnell looked at me again with something like a sneer.  "And you really
gonna EAT it?"

   "Yep," I said, again imitating his sister, as my dick again stiffened to
near full hardness.

   I could see in Darnell's face the conflict taking place in his head. 
Even though the two of us had just simultaneously screwed his sister, the
shit play was something only the two of them had shared.  Now this strange
man not only knew about it but also wanted to be included.  On top of that,
he was upping the ante considerably by offering to serve as his toilet.  No
doubt it was all happening too fast for his nine-year-old brain to fully
process.  But I was counting on four things to win him over: his natural
curiosity, his fascination with scat, the pressure from Lakisha for him to
do it, and his realization that an opportunity like this would probably
NEVER come around again.  Fortunately whatever reluctance he had was
completely powerless in the presence of those drives.

   "Okay, I'll do it," Darnell finally said; but then, looking directly at
me, he quickly added, "But don't be askin' me to kiss you after."

   Again Lakisha and I just laughed.

   "So," Darnell asked, "we gonna go in the bathroom or--?"

   "No, let's do it right here," I said.  "After all, we're not going to
need the toilet, so..."

   As my voice trailed off, I watched both kids look at me then exchange
one of those looks that only siblings who are very close can give each
other.  After that Darnell, who had been squirming around for the last
minute or two, hopped off the bed and began doing the same little dance
that I'd seen more than a few boys at school do as they waited in line to
use the bathroom.  Without saying a word, I joined Darnell on the floor,
crouching down in front of him on my hands and knees and slipping his
semi-hard prick between my lips, making sure to first lick Lakisha's shit
off it so his urine would have a clear path out of his urethra and into my
mouth.  But before I got a chance to taste a single drop of boy-piss, we
were interrupted.

   "Wait!" Lakisha yelled, leaping off the bed and landing next to us with
a thud.  "If y'all do it like that, I can't see."

   She was right.  It would be selfish not to share this experience with
her.  So I backed up, letting her brother's prick drop out of my mouth,
then rolled onto my back, and told Darnell to get on his knees right over
my head.  When he did, there was a small space between his penis and my
mouth.

   "That's better," said Lakisha, her face full of anticipation as she sat
on her haunches right beside us.

   I opened my mouth and Darnell aimed his weiner at it.  For several
seconds there was nothing; then, as I watched intently, a tiny golden
stream spouted out of his piss hole and hit my tongue.

   "Oooo!" Lakisha cooed with merriment.  "You really PEEIN' in his mouth!"

   Within seconds Darnell's smelly stream had increased to a nice steady
flow, and as it quickly filled my mouth, I swallowed at the back of my
throat, delivering the first mouthful of the nine-year-old's urine into my
stomach.

   "He really DRINKIN' it, too," Darnell said in amazement, continuously
refilling my mouth with his golden nectar while watching and listening to
me steadily gulp it down.  I was a little surprised by how much piss the
boy had for me but grateful that I'd stopped him from just wasting it by
running off to the bathroom.

   It took nearly a full minute for Darnell to empty his bladder, and as
his stream slowed to a trickle he had trouble directing the diminished flow
and ended up pissing mostly in my face, much to his sister's delight; and
as I lay there with boy pee in my eyes, hair, and up my nose, I was in piss
freak heaven.  But I didn't have much time to bask in the aftermath of the
experience, because one of us was particularly eager for the action to
continue.

   "Come on, get up, Darnell," said Lakisha, pulling at his arm.

   "Why?" he asked.

   "'Cause you can't doo-doo in his mouth like that.  You gotta get over
his face."

   I glanced up at the nine-year-old, but when he looked down and our eyes
met he quickly looked away and again began to blush, as though he were too
embarrassed to stare into the face of the person whose mouth he was about
to use for a toilet.  But I knew that his sister wasn't going to let him
change his mind about doing what he'd agreed to do.

   "Come on, boy," Lakisha urged him.  "What you waitin' for?"

   "Okay, okay.  Don't rush me," he snapped.

   "What you mean 'Don't rush me'?  Shoot, if we was in the bathroom you
woulda been shittin' like crazy already so you could see me lookin' at it.
So just forget he here and think about how this time I'm gonna be lookin'
at it comin' straight outta your butthole."

   Lakisha's words seemed to soothe the reluctant shitter's nerves because
right after that he got off his knees and, still facing my feet, moved up
and squatted over my face, folding his hands in front of him the way he
might do if he were sitting on the toilet.  I marveled at his smooth
light-skinned ass, marred only by the faint impressions that my gripping
fingers had left on it during our three-way; and his pouting anus, which
seemed to kiss at me, was turning me on like crazy.  This was an ass that
needed to be worshipped.

   "You ready?" asked Darnell.

   "Yep," I said, but really I couldn't have been less ready.  My anxiety
and anticipation were both so amped up that I felt like my brain was being
stretched to the breaking point.  I SO wanted this boy to shit in my mouth
but was SO afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it.  But when the
nine-year-old's ass lips pursed open and stuck the tip of its big shitty
tongue out at me, the demon took over and I found myself opening my mouth
as wide as I could to receive the boy's anal offering.

   "Oooo!  He makin' another one of them BIG doo-doos!" said Lakisha, who
was crouched on all fours right next to us, her frowning/smiling face
clearly visible in my peripheral vision.  "I hope you HUNGRY, Mr.  Doctor!"

   Hearing the girl say this while watching the thick light-brown turd
emerge from her brother's asshole sent my libido into overdrive, and at
that moment either I or the demon resolved that I was going to eat ALL of
whatever the boy fed me, no matter what it took.

   "Ewwwwww!" Lakisha squealed as Darnell's shit plopped into my mouth and
I began to chew it up.  "That's the nastiest thing I EVER seen somebody
do!"

   It probably SOUNDS pretty nasty too, I thought, as I smacked loudly and
quickly on the mouthful of hot boy crap in an attempt to make it soft
enough to swallow.  And it became clear that Darnell, though he hadn't said
a word, had resolved to work with me to ensure that his bowel movement
wouldn't end up all over my face or on the floor, because even though I
could tell that he was ready to drop the rest of his load, he closed up his
sphincter and waited for me to eat what he'd already fed me.  As soon as I
did, his asshole immediately pursed open again, another meaty turd pushed
out of his bowels, and I again found myself wolfing down a huge mouthful of
kiddie shit.

   "I TOLD you he be makin' them big doo-doos, didn't I?" Lakisha quietly
asked me, her smirking face now inches away from mine as yet another turd
began to make its way out of her brother's shithole.

   "Uh-huh," I said, and the ten-year-old and I locked gazes as I caught
the falling excrement on my tongue.

   "So do it taste good?" she asked.

   "Uh-huh," I said again, but when she heard my answer, instead of
continuing to smirk, Lakisha got this weird look on her face, as if what I
was actually doing suddenly clicked in her brain, and half a second later,
with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, she began to heave so
violently that I swore she was going to puke her guts out.  But the wave of
nausea lasted only a few seconds, and when nothing more than a long stream
of spit dropped out of her mouth, I knew she was okay (and I no longer felt
guilty about what a turn-on turning her stomach had been for me).

   It took several long minutes for Darnell to finally finish doing his
business in my mouth, his anus announcing the emptying of his bowels with a
loud fart (which made Lakisha giggle, which let me know she was back to her
normal perverted self).  Even though the air was already filled with the
stench of the boy's shit, my nose had no trouble detecting the distinctive
odor of his gas, and I closed my eyes as I breathed in its pungent aroma.

   "I need some toilet paper," the nine-year-old announced with surprising
nonchalance.

   "No, you don't," I replied, and holding onto his thighs I pulled his ass
down on my face and drilled my tongue into his shit-smeared anus.

   "Oo!" Darnell yipped as, with my eyes closed, I began to slurp away at
the little hole that had so generously fed me.

   "What he doin' now?" I heard Lakisha ask.  "Lickin' the doo-doo out your
butt?"

   "Yeah, and that shit feel GOOD, too."

   "...yeah, I know."

   It didn't take me long to clean Darnell's poop chute, and when he farted
again, this time right in my mouth, I thought of it as his anus's attempt
to thank me for the special attention I was giving it.

   With my dick rock hard now and Darnell's turds packing my belly, the
only possible way to top things off was with a good post-shit-eating ass
fuck.  So before the boy's colon had a chance to shrink back down to
pre-shitting size, I pulled my head from under his ass then got up, turned
around and, giving him a big smile, wrapped my arms around him, and carried
him over to the bed, where I deposited him face down.  Then I hopped on top
of him, and before he had time to ask what I was doing or protest about it,
I stuck the head of my cock into his spit-dripping shithole.

   "Fuck!!" he screamed.

   "What you DOin'?!" Lakisha cried.  "Get off him!  You hurtin' him!"

   The next thing I knew the girl had jumped on my back, grabbed me around
my neck, and was attempting to pull me off her brother.  But the extra
weight only succeeded in pushing my dick even deeper inside him, and as the
three of us struggled, I felt myself bottoming out in the boy's butthole.

   "Nnngghh!" Darnell grunted as the last millimeter of my eight-inch pole
sank into his shitter.  Then, to my complete surprise, he said, "Kisha? 
Kisha!  Stop!  I'm okay."

   "You ARE?" she asked, apparently even more surprised than I was to hear
him say this.

   "Yeah," he said in a raspy voice as his shit chute pulsated hotly on my
pole.

   "He ain't hurtin' you?"

   "No, not really."

   "You sure?" the girl asked, still wary as she finally let go of me and
slid off my back.

   "Yeah, I'm sure.  Matter of fact, it feel kinda good."

   "It DO?  That big ol' thing?"

   "Mm-hm," her brother responded, turning his head to the side and closing
his eyes as his body began to relax.

   "Damn!  I KNEW y'all was homos!"

   Both Darnell and I had to laugh at that, and I could feel the boy's
giggles rippling deliciously up and down my shaft.  Afterwards I turned my
head to look at our bodies from the side, taking great delight in the
contrast of my dark skin against his light skin as I lay atop the young
dropout; then I looked up at Lakisha, who was now sitting on the bed with
her arms folded and shaking her head.

   "Well?  Y'all just gonna lay there or what?"

   I smiled.  "Why?  What do you want us to do?"

   "Well, since you went all crazy puttin' your thing in his butt and since
he LIKE havin' it in there, y'all may as well go 'head and DO it."

   "Do what, Kisha?" Darnell asked.

   "FUCK!" the girl yelled out, and the fact that we had finally gotten her
to say the word--and say it so loud--made Darnell and me laugh again.

   But it was time to get serious, and this began when I started rubbing my
nose in Darnell's reddish-brown afro and sniffing behind his ears,
searching out and finding the funky odor I knew would be there since I was
sure his mother never checked to see how well he washed himself.  And, of
course, this smell just made me even hornier, so as I started licking the
backs of Darnell's ears, and as he began to moan I pressed my palms against
the mattress and lifted my hips, slowly pulling my dong out of his
shithole. When only the head remained inside him, I stopped.

   "Oooooo, Darnell!" said Lakisha.  "His thing look like a great big
doo-doo coming outta your butt!"

   And it smelled like one too, being that it was covered with his shit. 
The only difference was that, instead of being eaten, this "great big
doo-doo" was going to get shoved right back up the shitter's ass, which was
exactly what I proceeded to do, eliciting another "Oooooo!" from Lakisha as
she watched my "thing" gradually disappear inside her brother's anus.  I
continued this shit-and-shove process at a nice leisurely tempo, picking it
up a bit with each stroke until eventually I was plugging the boy's poop
chute at a pretty good pace.

   "Damn!" said Lakisha, who now had her legs cocked wide open as she
diddled her drooling pussy.  "Y'all look just like the guys in this homo
movie me and my girlfriend was lookin' at on line."

   "So does that mean you LIKE watching me fuck your brother up his ass?" I
asked.

   "Yep," she said, nodding, "long as you don't be hurtin' him or nothin'."

   Well, don't you worry, little lady, I said to myself, because pain is
the LAST thing this little fucker is feeling right now, and this was
confirmed beyond all doubt when, out of the blue, Darnell yelled out,
"Yeah, fuck my ass, Mr.  Doctor!  Make me your bitch!"

   "Oh, shit!" I heard Lakisha say under her breath.  She was obviously as
stunned as I was by her brother's remark, but not enough to stop
masturbating.  I wondered if he had come up with it spontaneously or if he
was repeating what he'd shouted when his friend had fucked him.  And when
the nine-year-old began to lift his hips to meet my downstrokes, I wondered
if this too was just a natural response or something he had done with his
friend.  Whatever the case, if Darnell truly wanted me to make him my
bitch, I was more than happy to oblige.

   Since I'd already shot a huge load in Lakisha's pussy, it was taking me
a little longer to finish Round Two in her brother's butthole.  But the boy
certainly didn't seem to mind the extended fuck.  Indeed he was now
thrusting his ass up every time I drove my dick into him, fully impaling
himself on my eight-inch rod.  And I wasn't holding back at all, my
breathing raspy, sweat flying off my face, and my crotch slapping against
Darnell's buns as I fucked the shit out of his little light-skinned booty.

   When I felt my orgasm beginning to rise, I buried my boner to the balls
in the nine-year-old's shithole then put my arm around him and flipped us
on our sides into a spoon position, exposing his super-hard pecker.

   "Suck his dick, Lakisha!" I commanded.  Still diddling her clit, she
didn't hesitate to scootch over and slip her brother's penis into her
mouth.

   "Ooohhh!" Darnell moaned as his sister sucked him to the root.  I waited
a little while before again banging the boy's butt, which shoved him
forward, which smashed his groin against Lakisha's face, which jabbed his
dick down her throat.

   "Mmph!  Mmph!  Mmph!" the girl grunted, holding Darnell's peter tightly
between her full lips as his hairless crotch battered her face.

   Watching this stirred up my hormones even more, bringing me even closer
to a climax, so I made a final charge, taking a firm hold on Darnell's hips
and bucking mine as hard and as fast as I could, ravaging his rectum. 
Yeah, his little friend may have porked his poop chute, but there was a big
difference between that little-league shit and the Major-League fuck he was
getting today, and I was determined to make him remember that difference
for the rest of his life.

   "Shit, I'm gonna shoot!" Darnell suddenly exclaimed.  "Drink it, Kisha!
Drink my come!"

   Grabbing his sister's head with both hands, he pulled her face hard into
his crotch, planting his pole firmly in her pharynx as his whole body went
rigid.  And when I felt the boy begin to tremor and heard Lakisha begin to
gulp, I could no longer postpone the inevitable.

   "Shit!  I'm coming too!" I groaned.  Shivering, I thrust my hips out
while pulling Darnell's ass tight against me, plunging my ramrod as far in
the nine-year-old's turd tunnel as it would go.  "Take it right up that
light-skinned ass, you little bitch!"

   As if it had been days rather than mere minutes since I'd last come, I
proceeded to unleash a gusher of jizz in the boy's bowels, coating his
colon with hot stickiness as his rectum clutched at my throbbing tool.

   "Shit, I can feel your sperms shootin' all up in my butt!" Darnell
groaned, grinding his ass up against me.

   "Good," I panted.  "That'll make a fucking man out of your bitch ass."

   "Mmmmmmmm!" Lakisha began to hum, her lips still hugging her brother's
penis as her fingers worked overtime in her wet pussy.  Two seconds later
she froze and, gasping, let go of Darnell's drooping dick as her body began
to shake in violent spasms and she began to grunt like a pig.

   "Yeah, girl, come for us!" I urged her while holding Darnell's ass even
tighter against me.  "Do your thing!"

   Then the two of us just enjoyed the show as Lakisha, her eyes shut tight
and her mouth wide open, lay on her back jerking and grunting as her orgasm
passed through her.  Finally, with a sigh, she pulled her hand from between
her legs and her whole body seemed to deflate as she lay basking in the
afterglow of her climax.

   She wasn't the only one feeling mellow.  I felt like curling up right
where I was, with my shrinking cock still stuck up Darnell's ass, and going
to sleep.  But I knew Miss Thompson would be calling soon and I wanted to
be long gone before she got back, so I reluctantly pulled out of the
nine-year-old, relishing the quiet "nngh!" he uttered as well as the soft
sucking sound of my penis popping out of his anus.

   The moment Lakisha heard that subtle sound, she said, "Oo, I wanna see!"
and her body suddenly came to life again as she jumped up and wedged
herself between us.  But when she spread her brother's buns apart I heard
her gasp then chirp out a quick "Eww!" which caused Darnell to turn his
head.

   "What's the matter, Kisha?  I'm not bleedin' back there, am I?"

   "Nope.  It just look real nasty with all them sperms in your butthole,
that's all."

   Hearing this, Darnell relaxed again and Lakisha and I exchanged a
knowing smile.  She had deliberately neglected to tell her brother how his
asshole was stretched open so wide that you could easily see the deep pink
interior of his bowels or how so much come and dissolved shit was drooling
out of him that it had already oozed over his butt cheek and was forming a
sticky little pool on the sheet.  Like Trinette, she understood that there
were certain things that simply didn't lend themselves to sharing...at
least not right away.

   Instead of moving back to where she had been lying before she'd examined
Darnell's dilated hole, Lakisha shimmied up even further until she was
spooned between us, her budding tits pressing up against her brother's back
while her ass crack nestled my shit-smeared schlong.  Then the three of us
simply continued to lie there chilling out.  Of course, being the closet
drama queen that I am, there was a part of me that considered staying right
where I was after getting Miss Thompson's call, except I would make sure
that the bedroom door was unlocked.  How would she react to coming in here
and seeing me and her two oldest kids all laid up together naked and
reeking of copulation?  But I decided it would be even better if she were
left wondering exactly what had happened in her absence, which is why when
Lakisha asked me if I wanted her to change the bedsheets and spray the room
with some air freshener, I said no.

   "But it stink in here," she noted.  "Don't it, Darnell?"

   Sniffing the air, he agreed.  "Yeah.  It smell like sex and shit."

   "I know," I said, smiling slyly.  "And if your mom asks you anything
about it, just tell her I was in here but you don't know who was with me,
okay?"

   Craning their necks to look at me then looking at each other, both kids
snickered as they agreed to keep their mother in the dark.

   "And I suggest you guys take a quick shower together, so she doesn't
accidentally smell anything on you.  But don't do anything I wouldn't do
when you're washing each other's backs," I added with a big grin.  Again
brother and sister exchanged a glance and laughed.

   After giving Lakisha one last little kiss on the back of her neck, I
proceeded to use her ass for a towel, wiping as much of Darnell's shit off
my dick and onto her smooth cheeks as I could before finally getting up and
getting dressed.

   "You want me to lock the front door after you when you go?" asked
Lakisha, and she looked like she was ready to hop off the bed and get
dressed if I said yes.

   "No, that's okay.  Just stay there and relax," I said.  "Trinette can do
it.  Just make sure to lock the bedroom door behind me so you don't get any
unexpected little company before you're ready to get up and get dressed. 
And don't worry about your mom coming home and catching you in her bed.  As
soon as I hear from her I'll call you guys, so you'll have time to get out
of here."

   I'm not sure why I was so eager for the two of them to be alone
together. Instead of having more sex, they'd probably just wind up falling
asleep.  But since normally each of them was forced to share a small
bedroom with two other siblings, as well as become surrogate parents
whenever their mother was running the streets, I figured they deserved a
chance to wallow carefree on her big bed for a while.  (Yeah, I also
figured that the longer they stayed in her bed, the more of my come would
end up on her sheets, leaving her with even more sticky little questions
about whose pussy or asshole it had leaked out of and the kinds of
perversions her offspring had been forced to endure for the sake of her
sorry ass.)

   When I left the bedroom, I closed the door and waited until I heard
footsteps on the other side run up and the sound of the doorknob lock
clicking.  Then I walked to the front door and called Trinette to let me
out and lock the door behind me.  She did, but only after making me "pinky
swear" to drink her pee again then put my "thing" in her "coochie" the next
time I came over.  (And how could I possibly refuse such a nasty little
request from such a cute little girl?)

   As I was walking downstairs, my cell phone rang.  It was Miss Thompson
informing me in the a voice that can only be described as repressed rage
that she was on her way home and would be there in half an hour.  I said
"okay" and promptly called her house.  When Lakisha answered the phone I
relayed the message and reminded her not to change the sheets but be sure
to remove everything that belonging to her or Darnell.  After again
snickering she said "okay" and hung up.

   On my way home I pondered my future possibilities.  Now that I had given
all six Thompson children their initial "lessons," it would have been easy
enough to close the book on them and explore other grammar-school truants.
But there weren't a lot of kids out there who came close to being as cute
as these kids, and of the few who did come close, I would most likely be
able to score only one or two of them.  Then there was the inherent risk of
blackmailing yet another single mother.  Suppose the next one decided that
it WAS worth losing her kids to expose a pedophile?  On the other hand,
here was a whole houseful of good-looking children whose mother didn't give
a shit if I molested them, as long as they didn't have to go to school and
she didn't get in trouble for it.  And not only was there much more for
these kids to learn--including several more virgin holes to be
christened--there was also a special little eight-year-old girl among them
who would have been terribly disappointed if I weren't around long enough
to keep the promise I'd made to her.

   So it probably doesn't come as a big shock to you what I decided: Six
birds in the hand are certainly worth one or two in the bush.  I would
allow these children to stay at home for a full school year while I
continued to teach them, concentrating on whatever preferences they had but
also making sure that they learned how to do things they didn't necessarily
cotton to.  (After all, you can't feed children a steady diet of dessert;
they have to eat their vegetables too!) And I would recruit the older
children to "tutor" the younger ones in my absence.

   Of course it was impossible to predict how this experiment would play
out, considering I'd never done anything like it before and a lot of it
would be happening when I wasn't even around.  All I knew for sure was that
I was going to make these six kids' minds as dirty as the house they lived
in and that it would be fascinating to see how transformed they were after
wallowing in the mud with me for twelve months.

   Send comments to: Coproman69@hotmail.com

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