Date: Thu, 28 May 2009 23:46:56 +0000
From: Scat Boy <coproman69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Doing the All-American Family - Part 2

Doing the All-American Family - Part 2: Return to New York City (M/M, M/F,
femdom, M/b, M/bg, pedo, incest, oral, anal, ws, scat)

by Coproman


It had been over three years since I'd visited my two white friends, Steve
and Cathy, and their children, Trevor and Ashley, in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
As the self-proclaimed "Harlem Hermit," who seldom traveled outside of
Manhattan, the fact that I had made the trip at all was something of a
miracle.  But at the time I was determined to prove to myself that I could
be "normal."  I would put my scat fetish and my pedophilia on the shelf and
be the perfect house guest.

Well, if you read Part 1 of my little story, you know that things didn't
quite work out that way.  Somehow in a single night--my very last night
there--I managed to corrupt every member of the family, ending up with a
sore dick, a tender asshole, a tired tongue, and a stomach full of piss and
shit, and launching the entire household on an odyssey that had the
potential to lead them right over the sexually depraved rainbow.

I didn't expect to hear from my favorite All-American Family again after
that, and except for a couple of Christmas cards, I didn't.  But then came
June of 2008, and as I was watching the evening news, I was stunned to
learn that torrential rains had caused the Cedar River to overflow its
banks, leaving nearly all of Cedar Rapids under water.  Many of the places
Steve and Cathy had taken me, including the Cedar Rapids Museum of Art and
the African American Historical Museum & Cultural Center of Iowa, had been
flooded.

Concerned, I tried to reach Steve and Cathy but was unable to get through
to them on either their house phone or cell phones.  So I pulled out my
high school yearbook, knowing that our addresses appeared next to our
photos, and used the information to get Steve's parents' phone number.
When I called, Steve's mom picked up, and when I told her who I was, I was
surprised that she remembered me.  She said that Steve, Cathy, and the kids
were all okay but that their house was among those that had been flooded,
and they'd lost thousands in personal property.  Since it was impossible
for them to rebuild or relocate right now, they had decided to pack up
whatever they could salvage, return to New York, and stay with Cathy's
parents, who owned a big house in Bayside.  That would give them time to
figure out their next move as well as give Trevor and Ashley the whole
summer to get acclimated to the City and their new neighborhood before they
enrolled in their new schools.

So the All-American Family was coming to New York.  Though I was relieved
to know that they were okay, I had mixed feelings about their being here in
the City, no more than a subway and a bus ride away.  Having had only
minimal contact with them since my visit, I had no idea what had sprouted
from the sexual seeds I'd planted or how they felt about it.  But at some
point Steve's mom would tell him that I had called, and he would tell
Cathy, so it was just a matter of waiting to see when--or if--they called
me back.

Two weeks later, as I prepared for the start of summer school by finishing
up on some of my janitorial duties at the elementary school where I work,
my cell phone rang.  When I answered it, I was pleased to hear Steve's
voice.

"Hey, Jase, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, Steve.  The real question is, How are YOU guys?"

"We're okay.  A little wet but okay.  By the way, thanks for the concern.
My mom told me you tried calling us in Iowa, but our land lines were all
down and the cell phone towers were out of commission, so we had no contact
with anyone for a while."

"So how are Cathy and the kids?"

"They're fine.  We're just all trying to adjust.  I guess my mom told you
we're staying with Cathy's folks."

"Yeah, she did.  So how's that going?"

"Okay, so far.  Cathy and I are in the guest bedroom and the kids are in
Cathy's old room.  It's a little cramped, but hopefully we won't be there
long enough to get on each other's nerves."

"I hear that," I laughed.

Then there was dead air, after which I could hear Steve sighing.  "But
that's not really why I called, Jase.  I've been meaning to talk to you
about what happened that last night you were there, but I didn't want to do
it over the phone.  So I figured since I'm in the City now, we could get
together and discuss things."

He sounded very serious, and it made me nervous.  "Sure, Steve, that sounds
fine.  How about if we meet for lunch this weekend?"  If he'd somehow found
out that I'd ass-fucked Cathy and also fooled around with the kids that
night, I figured it would be better for us to meet in a public place.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Steve replied distantly, as if his mind were
somewhere else.

"There's a little restaurant here in Harlem, right near my house.  The food
is great, and they don't mind if you sit and talk.  So if you don't mind
coming into Manhattan--"

"No, no, that's fine," he quickly said, so we made arrangements to meet at
1:00 o'clock Saturday afternoon.

When I hung up the phone, I was experiencing so many emotions that it was
hard to sort them out.  I was eager to see Steve but dreaded seeing him.  I
wanted to hear how he felt about the things we'd done that night but didn't
want to hear.  And I wanted to know if he'd discovered what I'd done with
his wife and his children but didn't want to know.  In other words, I was
full of uncertainty.  But I needed to find out once and for all if I was on
Steve's hit list or shit list.

***********************************************

The Dad

Though the face of Harlem has changed, its newest residents have yet to
discover certain little eateries, including this West Indian place near my
house, so the patrons are still mostly black.  I suppose part of the reason
I asked Steve to meet me there was a feeble attempt to protect myself: He
wasn't likely to cause a scene if he felt outnumbered.  Then I thought
about how ridiculous that was.  If anything Steve sounded more depressed
than angry.

When Steve walked in, though, he didn't seem to be either.  He also didn't
even seem to notice that his was the only white face in the place.  Wearing
a black tee shirt with "Iowa Football" emblazoned in gold letters on it and
a pair of black jeans, he strode in smiling, and when I stood up, he gave
me a bear hug similar to the rib-cracker he'd given me at the Cedar Rapids
airport.  But when he sat down across from me, his smile disappeared and
his face began to reflect that same somber tone I'd heard on the phone.  I
prepared myself for the worst.

And, as a matter of fact, I got the worst, as I listened to him talk about
the rain, the rising water, and the helplessness that he, his family, and
his neighbors felt on that fateful day when their lives were all turned
upside down.

"But I didn't come here to bend your ear about all that," Steve said.  "I
wanted to let you know what happened after we...you know...after we...got
together that night."

"Okay," I said, nodding.

"And the first thing I want to say is thanks."

"For what?"

"For everything, but especially for telling me that I should approach Cathy
about..."  He looked around before turning back to me and whispering "anal
sex."

"So I take it she went for it," I said, already knowing she had.

"Yeah, she did!" he said, grinning.  "In fact, when I asked her, she looked
surprised and said, 'I was just about to ask you if we could try it!'  So
that went really well.  Then we decided to try [and he lowerd his voice
again] oral sex, and that went really well too."

"That's great, Steve.  I'm happy I was able to help you expand your sexual
horizons with Cathy," but I'm even HAPPIER that you apparently know nothing
about what she and I or your kids and I did, I said to myself.

"But now there's a problem," Steve said, his smile suddenly disappearing as
the somberness returned.  "And I'm not sure exactly what to do about it."

"Well, let's hear it.  Whatever it is, I'm sure that together we can figure
it out."

Steve considered this for a moment and nodded.  "Okay.  But try not to
judge me too harshly."  He hesitated again before saying, "I might have to
break up with Cathy."

"What?!  Why?" I asked, totally taken off guard.  "I thought you two were
getting along well.  What's the problem?"

"It's not her, it's me.  Ever since you and I talked that night, and then
you let me...well, you know.  Ever since then I've been thinking about that
AC/DC thing you mentioned and how you said sometimes you get a 'taste' for
the other side.  Well, lately I've been getting a taste for the same thing.
But I mean the way you did that night with me...where I want to be on the
RECEIVING end."

Oh, shit!! I said to myself.  But I tried not to let my expression betray
my surprise.  I simply continued to look at Steve and nod.

"It didn't start out that way," he continued. "In fact, a couple of weeks
after you left, I joined one of those gay porn sites, and with every movie
I watched, I would imagine I was the guy on top doing a cute guy up his
butt.  It got so bad that anal sex was the only thing I wanted to have with
Cathy, and then I couldn't stay hard unless I pretended she was a guy.  But
even though all that was a little weird, it seemed to be working and I was
okay with it."

"So what changed?"

"That's just it, Jase: I have NO idea," Steve said, looking thoroughly
befuddled.  "One day I was watching this movie where these two guys were
having oral sex with each other, and when the guy on top was ready to come,
he ejaculated in the other guy's face.  When I saw that, for some reason I
wanted to know what it felt like to get a face full of semen."

You should ask your kids, I wanted to say to him as my dick got harder.
But somehow I managed to keep quiet and maintain my composure.

"But it didn't end there," Steve went on.  "Pretty soon I started
fantasizing about what it would be like to, you know, take it up the butt.
In fact, I started obsessing over it so much that I came close to asking
Cathy if she would consider getting one of those artificial penises.
What's it called?"

"A dildo."

"Yeah, yeah, that's it.  Anyway, I couldn't stop thinking about her wearing
one that straps around her waist then changing places with her.  But I was
so afraid how she'd react to something so kinky that I didn't have the
nerve to ask her."  Suddenly Steve propped his elbows up on the table and
dropped his face in his hands.  "Man, my head is so messed up, Jase.  I
just don't know what to do."

I could see how much despair my conservative friend was in, and a part of
me was sorry for having planted the seed that led to it.  Then again, it
wasn't all my doing.  Who knew that something like this lay dormant in
Steve?  There was certainly no evidence of it, not when he'd fucked me.  As
far as I knew, his was just another case of a horny straight guy
conveniently getting his rocks off by way of his bi friend's mouth and ass.
But now Steve was having all sorts of problems with his sexuality...and I
was about to make things a lot worse.

"You know, big man, if you really want to see what it's like, I can
accommodate you."

Steve parted his fingers just enough to uncover his grey eyes and fix them
on me.  "You mean..."

I leaned forward until my face was only inches from his and, with a big
smile, whispered, "That's right, big man, I'll fuck that white ass of yours
up, down, and sideways, if you want me to, so you'll get a nice BIG taste
of dick."

Steve slowly pulled his hands away from his face as he continued to stare
at me.  I was pleased to see that he had managed a smile.  "You'd really do
that for me, Jase?"

"Sure.  Especially if keeps you and Cathy from splitting up.  Hell, if
that's all it takes, I'll fuck your ass every fucking day if I have to."

(For a moment I had this weird vision of dying, my spirit rising up to
Heaven and standing before the Pearly Gates.  I could just see myself
trying to explain to Saint Peter how fucking my friend's ass had nothing to
do with hedonism but was a purely altruistic act I had performed to save
his marriage.  "Yeah, right!  Take the next elevator down!")

"So...when can we start?" Steve asked.

"Well, if you have some time now, my apartment is right around the corner."
And, I thought, what better way to spend a Saturday afternoon?

So we made our way to my house, and as soon as we walked in the bedroom I
turned to Steve and said, "Listen, before we do this, you've got to promise
me two things."

"Again?" he chuckled, referring to the promises I'd asked him to make three
years ago right before our sex play.  "Okay, what?"

"First of all, I want you to promise me that you'll at least approach Cathy
about the whole strap-on dildo thing.  The most she can say in no; then
again she might surprise you and be all for it, just like she was all for
the anal sex."

"Okay, I promise.  What's else?"

"Promise me that whatever we do today, you'll look at it as nothing more
than a game, and I don't mean chess; I mean Yahtzee."

"You mean..."

"Just relax and enjoy.  That's what I mean.  Then when you go back home,
you and Cathy can start fresh.  So you'll do that for me, right?"

"Sure," said Steve, nodding.

"Good.  Now take those fucking clothes off and get in that bed so I can
fuck the shit outta that white ass!"

Steve smirked at me as he began to strip.  He hesitated before removing his
briefs, as he looked at me standing there with all my clothes still on, but
after I clapped my hands and yelled, "Come on!  Chop-chop!  I don't have
all fucking day!" he proceeded to pull them off and stand in front of me in
the buff.  He was surprising hairless for a white guy.  Yeah, he had the
usual fuzz on his arms and legs, but the only real thatches of hair were on
his head and in his pubic area; and even though he was 31, he looked ten
years younger, so he was very much like the twinks I occasionally invited
home to fuck and suck.

Sitting on the bed, I ordered Steve to lie across my knees.  He hesitated,
giving me a funny look, but finally complied, and I began to spank his ass
with my bare hand while scolding him about what a no-good piece of shit he
was to treat his beautiful wife so terribly.  I started out with moderate
slaps but quickly worked my way up to full-blown smacks so hard that they
echoed off the walls and caused Steve to cry out sharply with each blow.
By the time I was done, he was whimpering like a little girl, my palm was
burning, and his ass was a deep shade of crimson.

Despite his pain--or maybe because of it--Steve's cock had gotten hard, and
as I rubbed and massaged his ass cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off
them, it got even harder.  So I gave him one final smack and pushed him off
my lap.  He seemed surprised to find himself on the floor, and while he
said nothing, he looked at me questioningly, as if wondering just how far I
intended to go playing the "top" to his "bottom."

"Okay, Babe, get up here and lay on the bed," I said.  "And put my pillow
under your crotch."

Climbing back up on the bed, my handsome friend dutifully followed my
orders, propping his red ass up perfectly in preparation for his first
fuck.  I stared at it the whole time I was undressing; then I decided that
I wanted to get a taste of his asshole, so after kicking off my underwear,
I crawled up behind him and spread his cheeks apart.  His anus was a smooth
round hole with very little pucker to it, the kind that had no trouble
expanding to let a turd out or a dick in, and though my sensitive nose
detected traces of shit, I couldn't spot a single speck of it.  While this
disappointed me, I certainly wasn't surprised that a guy like Steve was so
anal about his anus.

"Mmmmmmm," Steve hummed as I thrust my tongue in his asshole.

For a hot second I thought about fucking Steve with only my spit for
lubrication, but I knew it would dry out before my pre-come had a chance to
replace it, and I didn't want Steve howling like a banshee or leave him
with such a painful memory of his first assfuck that there would never be a
second.  So, reaching in the drawer of my nightstand, I fished out my
trusty Astroglide and poured a healthy amount in his ass crack and on my
dick.

"So, big man, you ready?"

"I guess so."

"Good.  Now remember: When you feel the pressure, your tendency will to be
to tighten up, but you need to do exactly the OPPOSITE, meaning push out
like you're taking a shit.  That way it'll slide right in."

"Okay," he said.

I could tell by his tone of voice and his rigid posture, though, that he
was feeling very tense, so I knew I needed to get started so he could get
past that fear of anticipation.  Nestling my well-oiled cock against his
well-oiled anus I began to push and was both surprised and delighted when,
after only a few seconds, the head popped inside.

"Nngh!" Steve grunted, immediately tightening up; but I just kept pushing
while quietly reminding him of what I'd just finished telling him.  It took
a while for him to relax, but eventually he did, and as soon as that
happened, I was able to ease my dick steadily up his ass until all seven
inches were stuffed inside him.

"See that?  I'm all the way in.  Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," he agreed, though his voice was a little strained.  "It was okay."

For me it was more than okay, because while more than a few straight
guys--including Steve--had stuck their dicks up my ass, this was the first
time I'd ever turned the tables, and the heat, tightness, and pulsations of
his virgin hole felt fantastic.  Also the very idea that I had now scooped
both Cathy's and Steve's anal cherries was turning me on so much that I had
use everything I knew about relaxation techniques to keep myself from
coming prematurely.  It took a few minutes to calm myself down.

"So, big man, you still wanna do this?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good.  And remember again--push out and relax."

"Okay."

I immediately lifted my hips, gingerly withdrawing my dick from Steve's hot
hole.  Fortunately the Astroglide made this part easy, and seconds later
only the head of my cock remained inside him.  Then I lowered my hips and
was again up to my balls in my friend's turd tunnel.  After only a few more
trips in and out of his nicely lubed hole, I had established a steady fuck
rhythm, and Steve seemed to be past his initial discomfort because he was
tensing up less and less.

"That's it," I said.  "Nice and relaxed.  That's the way I like all my
virgin bitches to be before I power-fuck their asses."

"Before you what?" Steve asked, turning his head to the side.

"Before I do THIS, you fucking pussy!"

Clamping my hands over Steve's wrists and repositioning my knees to hold
his legs between them, I propped myself up and began to really lay into
him, ramming my cock up his ass as forcefully as I could.  Of course he
tensed up all over again, but now, instead of impeding my pleasure, this
only added to it by causing his sphincter to hug my shaft, giving me an
even tighter ride as I bronco-busted his untamed booty.

"So how do you like my black dick up your white ass, bitch?"

"Shit!" Steve hissed in response, his teeth clenched, his face red, and his
body trembling as I fucked him like a two-dollar whore.  All of a sudden,
again to my surprise and delight, he yelled out, "I LOVE it!  Fuck me,
Jase!  Fuck the SHIT out of my white ass!"  Then he surprised and delighted
me even more by lifting his ass to meet my downstrokes.

It was hard to believe that the guy lying under me was my very straight,
very conservative friend.  If anyone had told me at our high school
reunion, or even when I'd left his house after visiting him and his family,
that he'd one day be taking my dick up his ass--and ENJOYING it!--I'd have
confidently called that person a liar right to his face.  But here he was,
the same guy who, four years ago, could've been a poster child for Middle
America, doing a pretty good impression of a pussy boy in a Machofucker
movie.  It's amazing how experiencing a black freak and a big flood can
change a guy.

Though I would have been more than satisfied to continue fucking Steve from
the classic "male superior" position, I decided he needed to experience a
little bit of everything in his virgin assfuck, so on my next upstroke, I
pulled my dick all the way out of his anus, making his gasp, and flipped
him onto his back.  Then I sat back and smirked at him.

"Lift your legs, bitch!"

I saw a twinge of fear on Steve's face as he reluctantly bent his knees and
swung his legs up.  I grabbed his thighs just below the knee, spread them
apart, and pressed them towards his chest.

"Nngh!" he grunted, obviously not used to being bent into a pretzel.

"Shut up and hold your thighs!" I barked, letting go of his legs, and he
immediately caught them, holding himself in position.

"Good," I said, again smirking as I inched up and aimed my cock at his
gaping red hole.  He gasped again as I re-penetrated him, and he moaned as
I braced my arms by his shoulders and slid back inside him up to my balls.
At first I just stared at my friend.  His eyes were closed, his face even
redder, and he was grimacing.  But seeing his expression only excited me,
and I smiled as I went back to fucking him hard.

It was a special treat to be able to study Steve's face as I pistoned his
shitter.  Every time I plowed into him, hitting spots that I had not been
able to hit during the facedown fuck, he winced, whimpered, and looked like
he was about to sneeze.  Having been on the receiving end of such an
assault, I knew exactly what he was feeling: Pangs of pain mixed with
pleasure were shooting along his whole nervous system, centering around his
prostate, and his brain was trying to figure out if it was experiencing
agony or ecstasy.  I wanted to tell him not to think about it, to just let
go and allow his feelings to sort themselves out subconsciously, just like
he'd done before we'd changed positions.  But as I fucked Steve even
harder, never once taking my eyes off his distorted features as I rammed my
rod up his ass, I saw a subtle change in his expression that told me he had
already figured that out.

"Yeah, Jase, fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  Tear my white ass up with that big
black cock!"

"So you like being my bitch, huh?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I LOVE it!  I want you to fuck the SHIT out of my bitch ass!"

It was still hard to believe who this was and what we were doing.  I
imagined the bedroom door flying open and turning my head to see Cathy
standing there. The look on her face alone would be as much of a turn-on as
fucking her hubby.  But what would she do?  I'm sure Steve would say that
she would be so shocked she would run screaming out of the room or simply
faint on the spot and crumple to the floor.  But I knew better, and I was
sure that Cathy would be intrigued enough to watch us, probably while
diddling her clit, and maybe even bold enough to join us.  Then my
perverted brain went a step further, and I imagined her sticking her head
out the door and yelling to Trevor and Ashley, "Hey, guys, get in here!
Uncle Jason's fucking your daddy up the ass, and I want you to watch so you
can see what a big fucking pussy he is!"

The scenario not only made me smile but caused me to fuck my friend even
harder, as though three pairs of gawking eyes truly were trained on us and
I needed to put on a good show.  And, of course, I wanted to keep it up for
a while to give our imaginary little audience its money's worth.  But at
the rate I was going, I knew this was impossible.  I was simply too horny
to slow down.  So as we both grunted and our bodies smacked together and
the mattress squeaked and the bed frame creaked and the heat rose and the
sweat flew, our very first Symphony of Lust was about to reach its
crescendo.  As much as I wanted to pump my load deep in Steve's bowels, I
had promised to fulfill his fantasy by giving him a face full of splooge,
and I was determined to keep that promise.

"I'm almost there!" I panted.

Seconds later, in one smooth, deliberate motion, I snatched myself out of
Steve's anus, yanked his legs down, and shimmied onto his chest, all while
jacking away at my dick.

"Okay, bitch, you're gonna get your wish.  Just make sure to keep your eyes
and mouth open, ya hear?"

"Uh-huh," he answered, as though he were in a fog.

It took only a few more quick strokes of my not-so-magic wand
before--Presto!--it was transformed into a venom-spitting snake.  "Fuck!
I'm coming!  Take it right in your fucking face, bitch!"

In the complex relationship between tops and bottoms, I'm not sure when or
why it became so important for the former to try to hit the latter in the
eye with that initial shot of come.  But this has certainly become the
custom, and since I wasn't about to stray from tradition, I aimed my dick
at Steve's left eye and smiled as a stream of semen gushed out of the piss
slit, drowning his eyeball in a puddle of white goo.

"Nngh!" Steve responded, his eyelid fluttering as he tried to keep it open
despite its reflex to close.  Surprisingly, though, he never turned his
head to avoid the rest of the sperm shower, which made it easy to direct
the next volley in his right eye, producing another "Nngh!" and more
fluttering.  And while Steve dealt with his temporary semen-induced
blindness, I painted the rest of his face with rope after slimy rope of hot
spunk, just as I had done three years ago to his children.  I finished up
by sticking my cock in his mouth and spurting the last of my seed down his
throat.

But now that I'd gotten my rocks off, there was still one thing left to do.
I glanced behind myself to double check and, sure enough, Steve had yet to
come.

"So, big man, you haven't shot your load yet, huh?"

"Nnh-nn," he replied, my dick still in his mouth and his face awash in
semen, which he kept trying to blink out of his eyes.

"Don't worry," I said.  "I'll take care of that for you."  Pulling my prick
out of Steve's mouth with a wet pop, I spun around into a sixty-nine and
stuffed his hard-on into my mouth while sitting on his scuzzy face.  The
stickiness felt strange but comforting, and I found myself rotating my ass,
smearing my come all over his face and my buns as I sucked his dick.  After
giving him head for a minute or so, I inched up and pressed my anus against
his mouth, making it clear what I wanted him to do, and my friend didn't
disappoint me, as he rimmed my pucker then thrust his tongue inside.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, still sliding my lips ups and down his formidable
boner.  Steve's tongue felt so good worming around in my asshole that I
could feel myself getting hard again.  I could also tell that he was close
to coming, so I pulled his cock out of my mouth because I didn't want him
to climax before I'd had a chance to make our session even more memorable
by giving him a taste of the same thing I'd gotten from him and the rest of
his family in Iowa.

"Mmph!  Mmph!" Steve complained, his grunts high-pitched and panicky as my
turd pushed into his surprised mouth.

"Just shut up and eat it, you fucking pussy!  I didn't die eating yours, so
you're not gonna die eating mine either."

Then I sat on Steve's face even harder, forcing my asshole farther into his
mouth, and went back to sucking his cock.  As I listened to him grunting
and chewing, I was hoping to time things just right, so I fondled his balls
and probed his asshole with my finger while continuing to give him what had
to be the best oral sex he'd gotten in three years.

Fortunately everything worked out.  As Steve gulped down my shit, he jerked
as if he'd been shocked, then stiffened, moaning loudly.  I immediately
deep-throated the entire length of his eight-inch shaft, my lips pressing
against his balls and pubic hair, and shoved my finger all the way up his
ass.

"Nngh!  Nngh!  Nngh!" Steve honked, and with every exclamation he shot a
thick stream of hot come straight down my throat as his rectum clutched at
my finger.  By the time he was done, eight separate loads of spunk--one for
every inch of his dick--were sliding down my food tube on their way to my
stomach.  I couldn't remember the last time I'd been fed that much come in
a single climax.  I saw it as solid confirmation that I had tapped directly
into my friend's masochistic streak.

After dislodging Steve's cock from my throat, I slurped up the final drops
of his spunk, making him flinch every time I ran my tongue across his piss
slit, Then I pulled his shrinking cock out of my mouth, lifted my ass off
his face, and flopped onto my back, propping my head up to look at him.  He
was wearing a big serene smile as he wiped my come out of his eyes.

"Well, big man, what'd you think?  Was it everything you hoped it would
be?"

"It was amazing, Jase.  I never thought in a million years I'd actually
LIKE being fucked up the ass or having semen shot in my face, but it was
DAMNED good."

"What about the last part?"

"Well...I have to admit I wasn't expecting that at all.  But it surprised
me too--it didn't taste nearly as bad as I thought it would.  It mostly
just smelled."

"I have more if you want."

"Uhh...can I take a rain check on that, Jase?  I don't think my stomach can
handle seconds."

I chuckled.  "Sure, no problem."

As I continued to stare at Steve's flushed, sperm-smeared face, I wanted
very much to go for Round 2 and deposit my next load deep in his asshole,
At the same time I wanted to leave him wanting more.  What decided things
for me was the fact that I REALLY had to finish shitting.  So even though
my dick was re-hardening, I fought my libido and lied to my friend, telling
him that I was expecting family members to drop by soon and needed time to
prepare for their visit.

"Oh...okay," Steve said, sounding disappointed.  It was exactly the
reaction I had hoped for because it meant he would definitely be back for
more, which made me feel better about delaying both his and my
gratification.  After all, if I was going to finish de-virginizing him the
right way, it meant shooting at least as much sperm up his ass as I'd shot
on his face, and I would need time to prepare to do that.

Anyway, Steve and I ended up taking a shower together, another first for
him. Strangely, he seemed more nervous about doing that than having sex
with me.  But it didn't take him long to relax, and pretty soon we were
soaping each other and snickering like a couple of schoolboys.

By the time Steve was ready to leave, his whole mood had lifted and his
spirits were high.  So were mine.  And why wouldn't they be?  I had just
had amazing sex with my handsome dark-haired friend, and if it turned out
that I never went to bed with him again, I would still have that sweet
memory to savor.

But I knew he'd be back, because as much as he loved Cathy--and I NEVER
doubted his love for her--that other part of him wasn't going anywhere
anytime soon, and for now I was its only outlet.

*************************************************

The Mom

A week later Cathy called.  She told me she knew I had called Steve's mom
and that Steve had called me back, and she was sorry for not speaking to me
sooner, but she'd been running around trying to get herself and the kids
settled at her parents' house.

"But now I HAVE to speak to you," she said, "because something's come up
and I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Sounds serious," I said.

"It is.  So when can I drop by?"

"Well, I'm free this afternoon.  Can you come by then?"

"That sounds great.  Steve is supposed to be taking the kids to his mom and
dad's house in a little while, so as soon as they leave I'll start heading
your way, 'cause I know it's going to take a while to get there, right?"

"About an hour," I said.

"Okay, so let's say I'll see you around...two?"

"Two sounds good.  See you then."

So after the first intrigue concerning Steve's confused sexuality, there
was to be more intrigue concerning Cathy as well.  I just hoped whatever
problem she had could be solved the same way Steve's was.

About an hour and a half later, my downstairs doorbell rang.  A brief
intercom exchange confirmed that it was Cathy, so I buzzed her in, opened
my front door, and stood there waiting for her to come up on the elevator
and round the corner to my apartment.  Soon I heard the elevator door open
and the click-clack of sandals coming down the hall.  When Cathy made the
turn and I spotted her, I swear my heart skipped a beat.  She was wearing a
big floppy beige hat, a huge pair of sunglasses, a gold "Iowa Girls Rock"
tee shirt, and a pair of faded blue denim cut-offs that cut off at the top
of her thighs.  It was a skin show that only a handful of 30-something
women could get away with staging, and Cathy was definitely among that
handful.

"Hey, gorgeous, looking for a good time?"

Flashing that great smile of hers, Cathy threw her arms around my neck, and
gave me a very friendly peck on the lips.  After closing and locking the
door, I put my arm around her waist and led her into the living room.  We
sat down on the sofa, and I couldn't resist caressing her bare thigh.  She
playfully slapped my hand away and looked around the room.

"Nice place, Jason.  So how many unsuspecting women have you lured in here
only to have them leave with a sore asshole?"

"You'll be the first."

"Yeah, right," she laughed.  "If this place could only talk--"

"I'd have to put a muzzle it," I snickered, finishing her sentence.

After that we both got quiet as I stared at Cathy and she stared at the
floor.  Finally I asked.  "So what's going on?  How are you and Steve
doing?"

She gestured with her hand to indicate "so-so."

"That bad?"

"It might be," she said, shrugging.  "I just don't know anymore."  She
looked at me and, forcing a smile, began to caress my thigh the way I had
hers.  I didn't slap her hand away.  "But before I get into all of that,
first I want to thank you."

Oh, boy.  Here it comes, I said to myself.  Déjà vu all over again.  But I
didn't let on that this was my second time being thanked.  I just played
dumb and asked, "For what?"

"For everything, but especially for telling me that I should approach Steve
about having anal sex."

"So I take it he went for it."

She smirked.  "Oh, he went for it, all right.  As a matter of fact, a
couple of days after you left, we were in bed and I was just about to ask
him when he said to me, 'Honey, how would you feel about trying anal sex?'
I was shocked!  It was like he was reading my mind!  So, of course, I said
yes, and we did it and it was great.  And guess what?"

"Don't tell me.  You guys decided to try oral sex after that."

"Right!  How'd you know?  Did Steve talk to you about this?"

"No.  Just a lucky guess."

"Well, anyway, yeah, and that worked out too, and for a long time
everything was great in the sex department.  We were doing new things, and
I wasn't feeling frustrated anymore."

"That's great, Cath.  I'm glad I was able to help you expand your sexual
horizons with Steve."

"Yeah, but now there's a problem," she said, "and I don't know exactly what
to do about it."

"Well, let's hear it.  Whatever it is, I'm sure that together we can figure
it out."

Taking a deep breath, she looked me in the eye and said, "I think Steve is
having an affair."

"What?!  What makes you say that?"

"Well, as time went by, we started having sex less and less often.  He was
always too tired.  And whenever we did do it, we always ended up doing
anal.  I mean, it was okay in the beginning, when it was new and we only
did it occasionally, but now it's the ONLY thing we do.  As soon as we take
off our clothes, he goes straight for my ass.  He never even kisses me
anymore.

"I thought things would change when we got to New York, but the last time
we had sex, a couple of days after getting here, it was the same thing.  I
kept giving him strong hints, telling him things like, 'My pussy is
lonely,' but he just ignored me, wiped some Vaseline on my butt, and stuck
it in there again--no hugging, no kissing, no nothing.  And when I tried to
be affectionate with him, he turned away from me.  I got so mad I felt like
buying one of those fake penises.  What's it called?"

"A dildo."

"Yeah, yeah, that's it.  Well, I know this sounds weird, but I swear I felt
like buying one that the woman can strap around her waist, bending him
over, and fucking HIM up HIS ass, just to get back at him."

For the second time in three years I couldn't believe my fucking ears.  And
again, if I had been a real friend, I would have told her how open Steve
was to something like that, and that she should get up, go home, and
approach him with the idea, since it would probably lead him back to doing
all the things they used to do.  But I was the same selfish fucking pig
that I was three years ago, so I just kept quiet to see what additional
perks I could get out of their marital troubles.

"Anyway, I figure since he's not holding and hugging and kissing and making
love to me anymore, he must be doing it with someone else."

"But how can that be if you guys just moved here?  Even if he WAS having an
affair he can't STILL be, now that he's here."

"I don't know," she said, looking and sounding annoyed that I'd brought up
what seemed to me a logical point.  "Maybe it's one of those cyber affairs.
He spends an awful lot of time on that computer.  Or maybe he's just tired
of me or the marriage or..."

Then came the tears.

"Oh, Jason!  I love him so much!  I'm so afraid I'm losing him!"

I leaned over and hugged her while she cried on my shoulder.  "It's okay.
Don't worry.  Everything's going to be fine."

After she calmed down, I told her that I knew Steve very well and was sure
he was not cheating on her, either on-line or off.  I told her that it
sounded more like he was confused and probably just needed some time to
sort things out.

"In fact," I added, "now that you guys are away from all that flooding and
everything, he's probably already started getting his head back together.
I'm sure he'll come to his senses, realize what a great partner he has, and
be snuggling up with you again in no time."

"Yeah, you're probably right," she said, sniffling.  "I just wish I could
be sure."

"Well, talk to him.  Then hear him out.  You guys have known each other
long enough to tell when one of you is hiding something," I said, knowing
this was not at all the case, since neither of them knew about the other
and me.  "I'll bet you it's just like I said--confusion."

She cracked a tiny smiled.  "And what if you lose that bet?"

"Well...then I'll personally fuck Steve up the ass for you," I said.  "How
about that?"

"Wow," she said, mulling it over, "that would be a sight.  But what I
really want is for you and me to get together and do everything Steve and
that no-good anonymous bitch are probably doing."

"Okay," I said, nodding.  "I guess revenge would be appropriate.  But what
if I'M right about him and YOU lose the bet?  Then what?"

Her smile widened.  "Then YOU get to do anything you want with ME."

"So either way I get to have you," I said, smiling back at her.  "I like
those odds."

Then, as if on cue, we both stood up and hugged, and the warmth of her body
and the smell of her hair brought me back to that night in Cedar Rapids
when she snuck into the guest room, turned off the light, and slipped into
bed next to me.  And as I thought about that, I couldn't resist lowering my
hand and squeezing her ass.

"Hey, nice and firm.  Has somebody been working out?"

"Well, it was either that or start drinking."

I pulled my head back and looked deep into her eyes.  "Wow, you're really
upset about this, aren't you?"  She nodded and sniffled.  "Well, you'll
feel a lot better once we've had a little workout of our own," I said with
a smile.  "But before we get started, I need to check on something.  I'll
be right back."

Dashing into the bedroom, I opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and
reached behind the stack of sweaters until I felt the top of the large
drawstring bag I kept hidden there.  Taking it out, I placed it under the
bed in a spot that would make it easy for me to retrieve when Cathy and I
were lying down.

When I returned to the living room, Cathy was smirking.  "So what
happened?" she asked.  "You forget to take the handcuffs off the headboard
again?"

I grinned.  "Yeah, I'm always leaving those things there."

We hugged again before I led her into the bedroom.  As soon as we were
inside, though, I turned to face her and said, "Listen, before we do this,
you've got to promise me two things."

"Oh, boy.  Some things never change," she chuckled.  "Okay.  What is it
this time?"

"First of all, I want you to promise me that you'll at least approach Steve
about the whole strap-on dildo thing.  The most he can say in no; then
again he might surprise you and be all for it, just like he was all for the
anal sex."

"Fine.  I promise.  What else?"

"Promise me that whatever we do today, you'll look at it as nothing more
than a game, and I don't mean chess; I mean Yahtzee."

"You mean..."

"Just relax and enjoy.  That's what I mean.  Then when you go back home,
you and Steve can start fresh.  So you'll do that for me, right?"

"Sure," said Cathy, nodding.

"Good.  Now gimme some sugar, girl!"

Cathy and I pressed our mouths together and took turns sucking on each
other's tongues and swapping spit.  She really did taste like sugar, candy
to be specific.  Cherry candy.  The flavor, I think, of her lipstick.  And
as we continued to play tongue tag, I wondered if she had deliberately
chosen this flavor as a reminder of what had happened between us three
years ago with regard to her anal cherry.

When our lips finally parted, I escorted her to my bed and helped her
undress, taking particular pleasure in unbuttoning, unzipping and pulling
off her shorts.  Beneath them she was wearing a pair of red bikini
underwear that looked luscious next to her white skin, and I pressed my
nose against the crotch, getting a strong whiff of pussy, then kissed her
softly there before peeling the panties off her hips, down her long legs,
and off her feet.  And of course I made sure to sniff and lick the
snatch-side of them before tossing them aside.

So now, standing right in front of me, was a fully naked blue-eyed blonde
beauty, her wet pussy glistening in the soft light of my bedroom as its
heady aroma filled my nostrils.  Naturally a part of me wanted to just
throw her down, jump on top of her, and fuck the living shit out of her
until she was howling like a wolf.  But this was not the time for hasty
humping; it was a time for gentle lovemaking.  And that meant taking things
very, very slowly.  So I locked the cage on my Tasmanian Devil and invited
Cathy to lie facedown on my bed.  But she hesitated, looking at me like a
lost child who's trusting you to take her home but nervous about what you
might want from her in return.

"Don't worry.  I'm not going to do THAT to you," I assured her.  "I just
want to help you relax."

Smiling, she crawled into my bed and lay on her stomach, her arms at her
sides.  For a while I simply stood there staring down at her, admiring her
shapely figure.  Her skin was so tight and smooth that anyone looking at
her could easily have mistaken her for a teenager.  But I knew that some
very grownup anxiety about her marriage was causing all kinds of stress
below the surface of that youthful exterior, and since stress can
accelerate the aging process, it needed to be addressed so she could
continue to look young.

I dimmed the lights, put in a CD of sitar music, and took out my special
oils.  Slowly I massaged Cathy's neck and shoulders, her arms, her back,
her glutes, her thighs and her calves, her feet, working each muscle with a
firm hand as I tried to squeeze the knots of worry out of them.  She moaned
throughout the massage, and as she relaxed I could feel the tension slowly
draining out of her body.

Then I had her turn over, but instead of continuing the massage, I began to
kiss her face, giving her tiny smooches all over her forehead, her cheeks,
her nose, her chin, everywhere except her mouth.  Finally I zeroed in on it
too, starting out with soft playful pecks on her lips before diving in and
plunging my tongue about half way down her throat.  Cathy hummed and sucked
on my tongue, but before either of us could get into heavy mouth action, I
pulled away, giving her a final little peck before kissing her chin again
then slowly moving down to kiss her neck and breastbone.

Now I had to make a decision: Which of her smooth, full breasts would I
attend to first?  But I chose not to decide by trailing my tongue towards
her left breast while gently squeezing her right.  When my tongue reached
her very erect left nipple, I simultaneously brushed my fingertips over her
right nipple, making her shudder and causing goose bumps to rise up all
over her.  I proceeded to suck heartily on her left nipple while playing
with her right; then I switched, sucking on the right nipple while playing
with the left.  And through it all, Cathy mewed and squirmed, openly
reacting to and obviously enjoying the stimulation, opening the cage to her
lust and allowing it to roam free as my tongue made its way into the valley
between her tits.

From there I licked past Cathy's breastbone and down her torso.  As I did,
I could clearly smell her snatch.  The odor wafting out of it was getting
stronger and stronger, beckoning me.  By the time I began kissing her soft
blonde pubic hair, she was writhing in anticipation.  Getting in a low
crouch between her legs, I spread them wide to get a good
up-close-and-personal look at her pussy.  It was hot, wet, and sticky.  Her
cunt juice was flowing so heavily that it had seeped down her ass crack and
left a big wet spot under her ass, as if she had pissed in the bed.
Naturally the sight only heightened my enjoyment, and I leaned in and began
to deep-sniff the deliciously steamy scent of the blonde's hot box, a smell
which was as potent as any drug as it filled my head and charged up my
libido.

But I wasn't ready to get down to business just yet with my female friend,
so I began to flick my tongue over her clit, smiling as her whole body
shivered with every little lick.  Then I nuzzled her, rubbing my nose and
mouth over her labia, anointing myself in her pre-come, and again making
her shiver.  Finally I slid my hands under her thighs, lifting them up just
so, then sealed my lips over her twat and poked my tongue inside.

"Ooooh!" she gasped, shivering yet again.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned as I slurped at her snatch, scooping out her sticky
juice and ladling it into my mouth.

"Oh, my God!" Cathy exclaimed.  "That's SO fucking good!  Eat it, Jason!
Eat my fucking pussy!"

It took her all of ten seconds to come, squealing, quivering, and squeezing
my head between her thighs as she squirted fuck juice all over my tongue.
And I swallowed it, relishing its sweet/sour taste and wallowing in its
powerful odor as I attempted to lick every single drop of it out of her.

By the time I mounted her, Cathy was so ready for me that my cock slid all
the way inside her in one stroke.  But we didn't start fucking right away.
Instead we just lay there smiling at each other and flexing our genitals in
a kind of weird Morse Code.  Then we kissed some more before I slowly
started moving, shifting my hips only enough to pull about half of my dick
out of her before gently sliding it back inside.  I kept this up for
several strokes, pulling out a little farther each time, until we were
having bona fide missionary-position sex.  It was the first time in years
I'd actually made love to someone instead of fucking them, and it felt good
and completely right, even though I happened to be doing it with my
friend's wife.  We were only a few minutes into our lovemaking when Cathy
suddenly gasped, stiffened, and shivered.

"Oh, shit!  Oh, shit!  I'm coming!" she moaned, hugging me tight as her
pussy contracted on my shaft.  I stopped and waited for her orgasm to
finish rippling through her before I began to move again, slowly picking up
steam the way I did before until I'd established a nice steady rhythm.  It
didn't take long for her to come again, and once more I stopped, waited,
then started up again.

Finally, after experiencing several little climaxes, Cathy had one of
"those" orgasms, meaning the kind that even sexually active women have only
once in a blue moon.  It caused her to cry out and left her body quivering
and her cunt spasming wildly on my cock for at least a couple of minutes.
When it was finally over Cathy continued to cling to me, but her clit was
so sensitive that any little move I made caused her to flinch.  So I just
stayed put, enjoying the feeling of our chests heaving and our hearts
beating together.  After a while I carefully withdrew my cock and lay
beside her.

During her multiple orgasms, I myself was repeatedly on the verge of
coming; but as much as I wanted to feed Cathy's hungry honeypot, I held
off.  There was something else I needed to do while we were together, and I
wasn't sure I could see it through if I blew my wad now.  Besides, it was
enough that she had come several times and that I had helped her reach a
nice big one.

"Oh, my God," Cathy sighed, wiping the sweat off her flushed face.  "I
can't remember the last time I came like that.  It's been years."

I smiled.  "How many?  Like, maybe, three?" I asked, referring to Cedar
Rapids.

"Yeah, maybe, like, three," she agreed, giggling like a naughty little girl
as she turned onto her side, giving me her back.  I snuggled up behind her,
spooning her, my face nestled in her hair and my dick nestled in her ass
crack.  Gently I began to hump her, sliding my cock between her buns just
enough to keep it hard, while Cathy hummed her approval.  When it was good
and stiff again, I shifted down a little and eased it into her very wet,
very warm pussy.  Once more enjoying the feeling of her snatch squeezing my
shaft, I began to move inside her again.  I suppose she thought this was
Round 2, and it was...only not in the same place.  After thrusting into her
four or five times, I pulled out, aimed a little higher, and pushed.

"Ouch!" she yelped, tensing up.  But my dick and her asshole were so
totally soaked in pussy juice that my cockhead had already made its way
past her anal sphincter and was sitting snugly inside her rectum.  "No,
Jason, not there.  I told you--"

"Shut up!  I want some booty NOW, bitch, and you're gonna give it to me!"

Cathy didn't respond as I held her hips steady and forced the entire length
of my dick into her asshole.  Then I flipped us over, so that she was face
down and I was on top of her.  Without any preliminaries, I began to fuck
her up the ass, sanely for the first few strokes but like a maniac after
that, pinning her wrists to the mattress and slamming into her with all my
might, driving my dick as far up her shit trail as it would go, the exact
same way I'd fucked Steve.  The only difference was the silence.  Though
the bed rocked again, and the headboard banged against the wall again, and
there was again lots of grunting and gasping, not a single word was spoken
until I was about to shoot my load.

"Fuck!  I'm coming!" I yelled, shoving my cock all the way up Cathy's butt.
"Take it ALL right in that tight fucking ass, bitch!"

Shivering I pressed my torso into Cathy's back, clamped down on her wrists
even harder, and stuck my face in her tousled blonde hair as I spurted what
felt like a gallon of jizz deep in her hot, throbbing asshole.  When I was
done, I snatched my dick out of her then sat back to watch my spunk drool
out of her red, puffy anus.  I didn't even bother to lick it up the way I
normally would.  I wanted her to feel the full humiliation of being used as
nothing more than a cum dump.

Cathy remained silent and motionless, her face pressed into my pillow as
she quietly sobbed.  I was pretty sure that, voluntarily or not, she had
climaxed during our rump romp, but I was absolutely sure that she was angry
as hell at me...exactly the way I'd hoped she'd be.

Leaning over the edge of the mattress, I groped under the bed until my
fingers snagged the drawstring of the bag I'd stashed there earlier.
Hauling it up, I opened it and dumped its contents into Cathy's hand.  At
first she slapped it away, but I put it right back and placed her fingers
around it.  Unable to fight her curiosity, she began to feel and squeeze
the object, upon which she flipped onto her back, bolted up, and just
stared at it.

"What the hell...?!"

"You told me what you felt like doing the next time you got fucked up the
ass.  Well, here's your chance.  See?  The harness is already attached."

Cathy gave me a strange look.  "But Jason, I couldn't..."

I could see in her eyes that her anger was melting away, so I said, "If you
don't, I swear I'll fuck you up the ass again, and this time when I'm done
I'll wipe my shitty dick right in your fucking face."

Cathy's face immediately hardened again.  "No you won't, you fucker!"  In a
flash she stood up on the bed, untangled the straps of the harness, then
stepped into it and secured it around her waist as if she'd been putting it
on every day of her life.  Her brand new cock stood out proudly in front of
her.

As the gorgeous blonde towered over me with her hands on her hips, I looked
up at her in awe.  The black harness contrasted starkly against her pale
flesh, and the sleek ten-inch dildo that protruded from her crotch matched
the color of her skin so closely it was as if she'd actually grown a dick.
She looked dangerous...and I loved it.

"Wow, girl, you really--"

"Shut up, slave!" she suddenly said.  Her sharp tone was like a slap in the
face, which indeed left me speechless.  "From now on, you're going to do
everything I tell you, and you're not going to say one word unless I ask
you a question, you hear?"

"Yes."

"That's 'Yes, MISTRESS,'" she said, correcting me.

"Yes, Mistress."

Cathy was gone, replaced by someone inside her who I had unwittingly
released.  I just hoped I didn't end up regretting it.  I continued to
stare at Mistress as she stepped back and leaned against the wall behind
the headboard.

"Crawl over here, slave, then turn over onto your back," she said.

I followed her orders and seconds later I was staring up between her legs.
I didn't get to enjoy the scenery for long, though, because she immediately
put her foot in my face.  At first she just wiped the sole up and down my
face from chin to forehead, but then she began to brush her toes back and
forth across my nose before finally pressing them against my nostrils,
forcing me to smell their sweaty aroma.

"Open your mouth, slave."

I did, and she stuck one toe after another into my mouth, starting with the
pinkie toe.  Only after I had thoroughly tongue-washed the toe in my mouth
did she move on to the next one.  After I finished sucking her big toe, she
tried to jam her whole foot in my mouth, stretching my lips to the breaking
point and nearly making me gag.  When my eyes began to water, she finally
pulled it out; then, after waiting for me to finish coughing, she stepped
on my face so hard I thought my nose would break.  And when she finally
moved her foot and I tried to check myself out, she kicked my hand away.

"Open your mouth again, slave."

I quietly complied, watching warily as Mistress turned around, held on to
the headboard, and squatted over my face.  I wasn't sure what she was up to
until she reached down and pulled to the side the part of the strap-on that
covered her cunt.  Two seconds later a stream of urine gushed into my
mouth.

"Drink my fucking piss, slave!  Take it all in that fucking toilet mouth!"

Her piss filled my mouth so fast that it caught me off guard.  Before I had
a chance to swallow it, it overflowed, drenching my whole face and soaking
into the sheets.  But I quickly caught up to her flow and began to guzzle
it down, mouthful after mouthful, savoring both its rank smell and it
brackish taste as it filled my stomach, quenching my perverted thirst.  All
too soon it was over, and even though I didn't receive a command to do so,
I began to lick the remaining drops of pee out of Mistress's pussy.
Fortunately my forwardness didn't upset her; I could hear her moaning and
feel her cunt contracting on my tongue as I cleaned up after her.  But even
though Mistress seemed to like having her pussy eaten, she suddenly lifted
up.

"Okay, that's enough for now, slave," she panted, "'cause I've got
something else for you.  Open up that mouth again."

When I did, she shifted forward a little then sat on my face again, her
anus landing right on my open mouth.  Of course I got excited, and when
Mistress's asshole pursed open and she blasted a long, loud fart in my
mouth, I got more excited, as her foul-smelling gas swirled around in my
sinuses before exiting through my nostrils.  The fart was followed by a
steady snot-like stream that oozed onto my tongue.  It took me a moment to
realize that this was the come I'd pumped inside Cathy when I'd fucked her
ass, and the idea that Mistress was feeding it back to me excited me even
further.  Then my excitement meter went off the scale as Mistress shit a
small turd into my mouth.  It just kind of slipped out along with my semen,
and while I was both surprised and delighted by her gift, I deliberately
made a noise that could have been interpreted as a complaint, and Mistress
quickly took the bait, lifting up, turning around, and staring dead in my
face.

"Shut up, slave, and eat my fucking shit!" she snarled.  "I want to see
that fucking toilet mouth FLUSH!"

I put on a good show as I chewed up her chubby turd with my mouth wide
open, noisily mashing it up between my molars, mixing it with my sperm and
saliva into a thick brown paste, then closing my mouth for just an instant
to gulp it down so my body could begin to re-digest what she had already
digested.  To cap it all off, I opened my mouth again and stuck out my
tongue to show Mistress that I had indeed "flushed" her shit down my
throat.  She rewarded me by spitting in my mouth, and this too I swallowed.

"Okay, slave, now turn over and get on your hands and knees," she
commanded.

I did as ordered, as her bodily wastes sloshed around in my stomach, and
waited nervously to see if Mistress would even bother to lubricate me
before doing to me what I'd done to Cathy.  When, after several seconds, I
heard nothing and felt nothing on my asshole, I slowly repositioned myself
from hands and knees to forearms and knees, lowering my torso and tucking
my head under to see what I could see between my legs.  I was relieved to
catch Mistress sticking her fingers in her pussy and wiping the juice on
the head of the dildo.  But I did not want her to catch me spying on her,
so I quickly shifted my head forward again, resting my forehead on my arms.
A few seconds later she mounted me.

"You ready to get your ass fucked, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Mistress!" I shouted.

"That's better."

Instantly I felt the tip of the dildo pressing against my anus.  It felt
much bigger than it looked, and I found myself tensing up as Mistress
attempted to penetrate me.  But she was determined to fuck me, and I was
determined to have her to do it, and those two mind-sets, combined with the
pussy juice coating the crown of the strap-on, could lead to only one
conclusion.

"Oooh!" I yelped as the dildo pushed past my ass ring.

"Shut up, slave!  Unless I ask you a question, you keep that fucking mouth
shut, or I'll slap the shit out of you!  You hear me?"

"Yes, Mistress," I managed to croak out, and I held my breath and tried to
relax my anal sphincter as she crammed inch after inch of her virgin dick
inside me, filling me up the way I'd filled up both Cathy and Steve; and as
I thought about this, I pondered over how willing Steve had been to fuck my
ass three years ago and to allow me to fuck his a week ago.  That's when it
occurred to me that, in essence, I was "the other woman" Cathy was so
afraid she was losing him to, so I suppose it was only fitting that I be
punished for initiating and promoting their domestic discord.

"Nngh!" I responded as Mistress forced the last inch of dildo up my ass,
and I wasn't surprised when the next thing I felt was a stinging slap on
the back of my head.

"I TOLD you to SHUT UP, slave!  Don't you understand fucking English?!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then ACT like it!"

"Yes, Mistress."

For a long while Mistress held her position, simply rocking back and forth,
rubbing her clit against the little projection on the other side of the
dildo, shivering through at least a couple of orgasms.  I was glad she
wasn't rushing into fucking me, because it was giving my rectum time to
adjust to the foreign object jammed inside it.

Mistress finally began to fuck me, and all I can say is that she must have
summoned up every drop of testosterone that a female is capable of
producing, because she went at me like that dick really WAS a part of her
and that she'd been fucking guys with it forever, as she pounded my poor
black ass into total submission.

"So how does it feel getting you ass fucked, slave?"

"Good, Mistress," I croaked.

"I can't hear you."

"I said it feels good, Mistress!" I yelled.

"That's better."

Right after saying that, Mistress ratcheted up her pace and began to ride
my ass like a bronco buster, as if she were trying to release all at once
the mountain of frustration that had built up in her over the past three
years.  Clawing my shoulders, she pumped her hips wildly, slamming her
pelvis against my ass, plunging her cock in and out of my shithole and
yelling "FUCK!" with every stroke; and beneath her I silently endured her
rage, allowing her to make me her bitch, because this was exactly what the
blonde beauty needed to do to discover her power and save her marriage.

After a while, the combination of banging my butt while frigging herself on
that dildo nub pushed Mistress over the top, and holding on to me even
tighter, she gasped and thrust her hips as far forward as she could,
driving her dick to the depths of my shitter.

"Take it!" she screamed, trembling all over.  "Take it right up that
no-good, fucking, cheating ass of yours, Steve!"

No, I wasn't about to tell her that she'd said "Steve" instead of "slave,"
mainly because she'd hit my "g-spot" and I was trying my best to keep quiet
while enjoying the feeling of all those endorphins flooding my brain.  But
both my dick and my anus betrayed my feelings, as one suddenly stiffened
and the other repeatedly contracted around Mistress's cock.

Afterwards Mistress just lay on my back panting.  I knew without asking
that she had just had another one of "those" orgasms, so I didn't move a
muscle, figuring that her clit was probably super-sensitive again.  It took
a while for her to gather herself, wind down, and change back into Cathy.

"I'm SO sorry, Jason," she said, slowly withdrawing the dildo from my ass.
"I just lost it for a while and turned into a bitch.  I didn't mean to take
it out on you like that, but I couldn't help it."  She started to cry
again.

"Don't apologize, gorgeous," I said, turning my head to look at her.  "And
CERTAINLY don't cry.  I enjoyed every minute of it.  Besides, after
everything you've been through, you DESERVED to have your day in the
sun...or at least in a dimly-lit bedroom."

My remark produced a giggle among her sniffles, and that made me feel good
even as I winced when the head of the dildo popped out of my poop chute.
After stepping out of the harness, she examined the dildo, her face
tightening with embarrassment at the streaks of shit on it.  Then she
surprised me by sniffing it; then she shocked me by flicking her tongue on
it; then she made me laugh by frowning, saying "Yuck!" and quickly handing
it to me.  Kissing at her, I followed her lead by also sniffing it and
flicking my tongue on it; then I one-upped her by sticking it in my mouth
and pumping it a few times, as if Mistress were mouth-fucking me, and Cathy
seemed to be both fascinated and horrified by this brief reappearance of
her alter-ego.

For the next half hour or so, Cathy and I just lay beside each other
chitchatting as we floated on a post-coital cloud.  I noticed that the
waistband and thigh straps of the harness had left prominent red marks on
her pale skin, so I suggested it might be a good idea if she kept those
parts of her body--particularly her legs--hidden from Steve until the
impressions had faded away.  At first she agreed with me, but then she said
that maybe it would be better if he actually saw them and asked about them.

"After all," she reasoned, "what better way to approach him about the whole
strap-on dildo idea than to tell him I went to a sex shop and tried one
on?"

All I could do was laugh and say, "Good thinking."

By the time Cathy was ready to leave, her whole mood had lifted and her
spirits were high.  So were mine.  And why wouldn't they be?  I had just
had amazing sex with my gorgeous blonde friend (and her alter-ego), and if
it turned out that I never went to bed with her again, I would still have
that sweet memory to savor.  And adding it to my fuck session with Steve, I
considered myself one lucky Harlemite.

But, of course, I wasn't satisfied.  While it was great helping Steve and
Cathy resolve their marital issues, the pedophile in me was still itching
to get at their kids.  I wanted to see just how much the cute pair had
grown both physically and sexually in three years.  I was eager to know
what had blossomed from the perverted seeds I'd planted in them.

************************************************

The Kids

As much as I wanted to see Trevor and Ashley, I had no idea how to go about
even meeting up with them, much less being alone with them.  Any
babysitting would be done by their grandparents, and there was no place I
could legitimately invite the kids without also having to invite Steve and
Cathy.

I was about to abandon all hope of ever getting together with my two
favorite white children when, a few days after Cathy and I did our thing,
Steve called again, this time to tell me that the kids wanted to attend
some special family event in Central Park on Saturday, but afterwards he
and Cathy wanted to go out for drinks, catch a Broadway show, and perhaps
do some dancing in an effort to reconnect with each other.

"So," he explained, "instead of schlepping them all the way back to Queens
to drop them off then coming back into the City, we were wondering if we
could leave them with you after the Central Park stuff and pick them up
later."

"Sure, no problem," I said, trying my best to sound a little annoyed in an
attempt to mask my excitement.

Steve thanked me profusely and said that they'd be over at around six
o'clock.  When I hung up the phone my first instinct, of course, was to
jack off, and I did...almost, meaning I "jacked" but I never "offed,"
bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm then stopping.  Since I would be
seeing Trevor and Ashley in a couple of days, this was not the time to be
wasting any come.

************************

I'm sure I wasn't the only guy in the world eager for the weekend to arrive
so he could meet up with a fuck buddy, but I'd swear I was the horniest.
And why wouldn't I be?  After all, I was meeting up with two of the cutest
little fuck buddies on earth.  And the idea that their parents, my other
fuck buddies, had no idea about my sexual history with their kids made the
whole situation all the sweeter.

Fortunately I didn't even have to wait until six because at five-thirty,
the downstairs doorbell rang, and when I used the intercom to ask who was
there, a booming voice said, "Hey, Jase, it's us!"  I buzzed them in and a
couple of minutes later there was a knock at my door.  When I opened it I
smiled, wishing my cell phone had been handy so I could've snapped a
picture.  All four of them were dressed in the exact same outfit--Yankee
baseball cap, red and white "I Love New York" tee shirt, blue denim shorts,
white knee socks, and white Nikes with a big red Swoosh on them; in other
words, they were red, white, and blue all over.  They looked terrific and
ridiculous at the same time.

"Jase!  How's it going?" Steve asked, giving me a bear hug to rival the one
he'd given me at the restaurant.

"Hey, guys, nice to see you again.  Come in, come in," I said, backing up
and swinging the door open.

Whatever they had done in the park had left them all a little sweaty, so as
they each hugged me and came in, I got a nice strong whiff of their body
odor.  This smell alone turned me so much that, after locking the door, I
had to covertly reach in my pants and reposition my growing erection to
make it less noticeable.

Steve and Cathy commented on how nice my apartment was, the two of them
doing a pretty good job of convincing one another that it was their first
time here, and I was careful not to say anything that might indicate to
either of them that the other had been here before.

I also tried not to make my interest in the kids so obvious, but they were
both so fresh-faced and good looking that it was hard not to stare at them.
Trevor was now a lanky eleven-year-old.  He had grown at least six inches
since I'd last seen him and now stood just shy of five feet.  He looked
more than ever like his dad, and had even adopted his father's habit of
constantly sweeping that mane of dark-brown hair out of his eyes, which
were more steely grey than ever.

Ashley was now a spunky nine-year-old whose blonde hair came half way down
her back and whose light-blue eyes were even more hypnotizing than they
were three years ago.  She too had grown, now standing about four and a
half feet tall, and she still very much resembled her mother, though I was
beginning to see some traces of Steve in her as well.  But what was really
exciting was the little butt that filled the seat of her shorts.  It showed
me that she was well on her way to following in her mother's footsteps in
the "junk-in-the-trunk" department.

Also, both kids had beautiful, clear complexions.

Recalling the TV shows Trevor and Ashley always watched after school during
my visit to Iowa, I picked up the remote and clicked on the Disney Channel.
A "Suite Life of Zack & Cody" marathon was on, and the moment the kids
spotted the twin blond boys skylarking in the lobby of the Tipton Hotel,
their eyes lit up and, instantly mesmerized, they plopped down on the sofa.
Steve and Cathy, however, just kept standing there.

"Don't you guys wanna sit down and take the load off?" I asked them.

"No can do, Jase.  We have just enough time to shower and change clothes;
then we have to take off."

"Oh.  Okay," I said, feigning disappointment.  "The bathroom is right there
and the guest room is the last door at the end of the hall."

"Thanks," Steve said, and he and Cathy immediately headed for the bathroom.

I sat in my easy chair and studied Trevor and Ashley as they studied the TV
screen.  They were so thoroughly engrossed in watching the show that they
never noticed how hard I was staring at them, admiring their fresh young
faces while wondering how much they remembered about my visit to Iowa.
Only when I heard the bathroom door open did I emerge from my trance.

I turned around to see Steve and Cathy--him with a towel around his waist,
her wearing the bathrobe I'd hung on the back of the bathroom door--both
give me an appreciative smile as he grabbed the duffel bag and they hurried
down the hall to the guest room.  When I heard the door close I went back
to drooling over their kids.

Fortunately it didn't take long for my friends to get ready, for I was
champing at the bit for them to leave.  Their transformation from Saturday
Afternoon Parents to Saturday Night Couple was striking, with Cathy now
wearing a slinky black dress (which hit her at about mid-thigh), a string
of pearls, and a pair of black pumps while Steve wore a blue sports jacket
with an open-collar white shirt, grey slacks, and black loafers.

"Thanks again for doing this, Jase," Steve said, putting his arm around my
shoulder; then, looking over at the kids, he said, "Okay, guys, be good.
See you later."

"Ohh-kaay," the kids sang in unison without turning their heads, as if
they'd rehearsed it.

And as he and Cathy headed out the door, she added, "And don't give Uncle
Jason any trouble."

"Ohh-kaay," they sang again, making me snicker.

After Steve and Cathy left, I locked the door, walked back into the living
room, and just stood there, again watching the kids watch TV.  My intention
was to give them some time to warm up to me by sitting beside them.  But
before I had a chance to do this, Ashley jumped up and walked over to me.

"Uncle Jason, do you have a computer?"

"I sure do, Sugar Pie.  It's in the guest room where your mom and dad
changed.  Why?  You wanna use it?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead."

Without another word, the nine-year-old sprinted down the hall and into the
room, closing the door behind her.  I expected Trevor to follow her.
Instead he stayed right where he was, still fixated on the TV.  I went over
and sat next to him in the space his sister had just vacated.  He seemed
fine with this for the first few minutes, but after that he began to squirm
as though his seat had suddenly become hot.  He also kept turning his head
and glancing at me, as if he either wanted me to sit somewhere else or he
wanted to say something to me, I wasn't sure which.  Finally, after a
whopping five minutes, he couldn't stand it any longer, but instead of
looking at me he peered at the TV even harder:

"Uncle Jason, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Trev, what's up?"

"Well...remember when you came to our house?"

"Of course."

"...and remember what me, you, and my sister did?"

My heart began to race as I picked up the remote and lowered the sound on
the TV.  "You mean...in the bathroom?" I asked, my face suddenly feeling as
hot as Trevor's seat seemed to be.

"...yeah," he answered hesitantly, and the piece of his left ear I was able
to see under all that hair suddenly began to redden.

I nodded.  "Yeah, I remember."

"Well...do you, like, still do stuff like that?"

"Sure, sometimes.  Why?"  I leaned forward a little to catch Trevor's
expression and saw that his whole face was beginning to match his ear in
color.

"'Cause, well, you know, I was just gonna say that if you, like, wanted to
do some stuff like that with me again, I wouldn't mind."

I smiled and playfully mussed his hair.  "Thanks, Trev.  I'm glad you feel
that way, because I was really hoping to do some of that stuff with you
again while you were here."

"For real?" the boy asked, smiling brightly as he finally turned and looked
directly at me.

"Yep, for real.  But it's got to be only between us, just like before.  You
still can't tell your mom and dad."

"Yeah, I know," said Trevor, his tone telling me that I had just made the
most obvious statement on earth.

"But what about Ashley?" I asked him.  "She was probably too young back to
even remember what we did.  Think she'll go for doing some stuff too?"

Trevor's grey eyes twinkled as his smile morphed into a wicked one-sided
grin.  "Yeah, I KNOW she will, 'cause me and her have been doing stuff with
each other ever since after you left."

"Really?" I asked, also grinning.  "Like what?"

I sat there dumbfounded as Trevor proceeded to tell me how they had started
out by emulating my own perverted behavior, meaning they would follow one
another into the bathroom after taking a shit.  That quickly escalated to
the two of them letting each other in the bathroom WHILE they were
shitting, so they could smell each other's butts, see the turds floating in
the toilet bowl, and watch everything go swirling down the drain when they
flushed.  Then Trevor suggested that Ashley climb up on the toilet, turn
around, and squat over the bowl the next time she had to go, so he could
see the shit coming out of her asshole, and when Ashley obliged, he was
treated not only to that magically nasty sight but also to toilet water
splashing up in his face as her turds plopped into the bowl.  When Trevor
returned the favor, Ashley offered to wipe his ass afterwards, and soon
that too became a regular part of their scat play.  But when I asked if
either of them had gotten around to eating the other's shit, Trevor frowned
and shook his head.

"No, but we tasted each other's pee," he said, and he went on to explain
how that happened one day when, again following my lead, he was licking
Ashley's pussy, when she accidentally let go with a squirt of piss in his
mouth.  He'd started to spit it out when he suddenly remembered how they'd
both gone in my mouth and I'd swallowed it.  So he swallowed it too, and
while he said it didn't taste like lemonade, the way I'd claimed Ashley's
did, it wasn't bad.  So the next time Ashley had to pee, Trevor asked her
if he could drink it, and after going through all of her "Ewwwwww, gross!"
melodrama, she went ahead and peed in his mouth, and he swallowed it all
and licked her cunny clean after.  And since Ashley didn't want him to be
"one-up" on her, she told him he could pee in her mouth too, and though
Trevor said she frowned the whole time she was drinking it, she swallowed
every drop he gave her then licked his piss slit afterwards.

"Well, that's a start," I said; then, smiling devilishly, I asked, "What
about this?" and I patted the fly of Trevor's shorts, making him flinch.
"Have you tried putting it in her pussy or butt yet?"  And I fondly
recalled the feeling three years ago of the boy's cocklet sliding in and
out of my anus as I lay on the bathroom floor eating his sister's pussy.

"No, not yet," Trevor said, blushing again.  "But after I peed in her mouth
it got hard, and when I asked her if she would suck it till it got soft
again, she said okay.  So she sucked it and sucked it till I started
feeling hot and cold at the same time and started shaking.  Then I made her
stop."

"So you came in her mouth."

"I don't know," he said.  "I guess."

"Did you make any sperm?"

"I don't know.  I don't think so."

Even if he had, it probably wasn't all that much; and since Ashley had just
finished drinking his pee, she probably wouldn't have noticed a few extra
drops of fluid seeping out of his piss slit as she was sucking him off.
But the possibility that Trevor was now old enough to produce semen was too
exciting for me to just gloss over.  I HAD to follow up on it.

"You know, Trev, making sperm is the first sign of becoming a man."

"It is?"

"That's right.  Even if it's just a little bit, it means you're growing up
fast.  So when you play with yourself, does anything ever come out of your
penis?"

"Yeah, some sticky stuff sometimes."

I smiled.  "Sounds like sperm to me."

"For real?" he asked, his eyes lighting up again.

"Yep.  But I think we should find out for sure, don't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Good.  Before we get started, though, I need to check on your sister.
She's so quiet in there."

"She's probably watching pornos," Trevor casually explained.

"What?!" I asked, taken aback.

"When she was first learning how to use the computer, I showed her how to
go on line and find porno sites and play those videos they have in the
visitors section.  Then we found some of those sites where people post
pornos they make of themselves.  After that she started finding them all by
herself and playing with her vajjie while she watched.  So, like I said,
she's probably doing that right now."

If Trevor was right, the last thing I wanted to do was disturb the
nine-year-old by knocking on the door or calling her name, which would give
her a chance to close the window, open a game, and pretend nothing was
going on.  It would be a lot easier to involve her in whatever sex play
Trevor and I had by catching her in the act.  I began concocting a plan to
do just that when Trevor interrupted my train of thought.

"Uncle Jason, can I...uhh...ask you something else?"

"Sure, Trev, what is it?"

"Well...I know you said you wanted to do stuff with me," he continued
haltingly, "but I just wanted to know if, like, you know, that also meant
you still liked to, you know...eat it."

Smiling at his scrunched up expression, I put my arm around his shoulder.
"Of course, Trev.  I told you back then I was a pervert, and that
DEFINITELY hasn't changed."

I saw a gleam in the boy's eyes.  "Well, I was just wondering 'cause I
hafta go...and I don't think I can hold it."

I got so excited that I had to do everything in my power not to bust a nut
right in my underwear.  Ashley would have to wait.  There were more urgent
matters at hand.

"Then let's get you out of those clothes," I said, and I hopped down on the
floor.  In a flash I had untied and pulled off Trevor's running shoes; then
I whisked his socks off, after which I pressed all ten of his naked toes
against my nose to get a good whiff of his stinky feet, making him giggle.
Next I went for his tee-shirt, tugging it over his head, which sent his
long hair flying.  I gave myself only a few seconds to ogle the tiny pink
nipples atop the pale white flesh of his torso before I unbuckled his belt
and, after telling him to "lift up," yanked off his shorts.  That left the
eleven-year-old wearing only his tighty-whiteys, and I licked my lips when
I saw the bulge in his fly.  Bending down I gently sniffed and kissed it
while grasping the elastic band; then glancing up to look at the boy's
not-so-innocent face, I again said, "Lift up," though much more quietly
this time, and when he did I slid his underwear over his butt, down his
legs, and off his feet.

I sat back on my haunches to admire the boy's naked body.  Not a single
hair or blemish marred his smooth white skin.  But what was really
impressive was the four-inch erection lying against his belly and the
golf-ball-sized nut sac underneath it.  He had grown in more ways than one
in the past three years.

"Wow, Trev, you've gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw you."

"I know," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.  "You like it?"

"I LOVE it!"

Then, without warning, he turned around, got on his hands and knees, and
tucked his head in, putting his perfect little white ass on prominent
display.  "You like this too?"

With my heart racing, I crouched down and leaned forward, gently grasping
the boy's buns, and used my thumbs to further spread his already gaping
asshole.  Instantly the odor of warm shit wafted into my nose.  I nuzzled
his ass, filling my nostrils with his stink, and gave him a peck on his
pucker.  When I pulled back, he spread his legs wider and tucked his head
lower to look at me upside down from between his legs.

"Uncle Jason?  Instead of going in the bathroom, can't we do it right
here?"

I didn't answer right away, having been caught off guard by the question.
My first impulse was to say no, since I wasn't sure I could hide the smell
before Steve and Cathy got back and because Ashley might walk out of the
guest room at any moment and catch us.  But then I thought, What the hell?
All I have to do is spray some air freshener.  And if Ashley happens to
catch us, so what?  I'm planning to involve her at some point anyway.
Besides, I was so thrilled that Trevor felt comfortable enough about taking
a shit to ask to do it outside the familiar surroundings of a bathroom that
there was no way I was going to turn him down.

"Sure, why not," I finally said, and while the neat-streak in me wanted to
dash to the bathroom, grab a towel, and spread it under the boy to catch
any errant squirts of pee or dollops of poop, I decided to just stay put,
telling myself that anything that ended up on the sofa or the floor would
simply be a trophy, something to treasure after he'd left.  I was about to
lean in again and seal my lips over his anus when I decided that I needed
something else from him first:

"Hey, Trev, tell me again what we're doing."

Puzzled, he got out of his tuck and turned his head back to look at me.
"You know.  I hafta go...and you're gonna eat it."

I returned his puzzled stare.  "What do you mean?  Go WHERE?  Eat WHAT?"

Trevor continued looking confused for a while before he finally smirked.
"Oh, I get it.  You want me to SAY it, right?"

I licked my lips and nodded.

"Okay.  Well...I'm gonna shit in your mouth, and you're gonna eat it like a
big ol' hotdog," he said, referencing Ashley's words from three years ago.

I smiled as I felt my dick twitch.  "That's better.  NOW I understand what
we're doing: I'm going to be your toilet, right?"

"Right," Trevor said, still smirking.

I gestured to indicate that he should get back into his tuck.  When he did,
I sat back to watch the show.

It's hard to describe the extraordinary degree of excitement I felt as I
gazed at Trevor's flawless white ass and pale pink pucker.  Though I often
fished the turds of some of the older kids out of the toilets in the boys'
and girls' bathrooms at the elementary school where I worked, it had been a
long time since I'd been fed fresh tween shit straight from the source.  So
as I watched Trevor's bulging anus swell into a tiny donut then purse open
to reveal the tip of a rich brown turd, I savored its pungent aroma and was
eager to taste it.

"Can you see it yet, Uncle Jason?"

"Yes, I can, Trev...and it's BEAUtiful."

I continued to stare in amazement as the white boy's anal sphincter opened
wider and wider to release the log hidden in his colon.  Seeing what lay in
store for me, I began to doubt my ability to consume it.  But, strangely,
this doubt only fueled my excitement.  And as the thick turd began to exit
Trevor's anus, I became convinced that the flooding of Cedar Rapids was
fate, part of some master plan to bring me and this family together again
to fulfill our demented destiny, and for me that included eating everything
the eleven-year-old delivered to me from his burgeoning bowels.  So I
closed my eyes and sealed my lips over the boy's anus.

"Yeah, Uncle Jason, eat it!  Eat my shit!" Trevor urged me as his feces
began to fill my mouth.  "Be my toilet!"

He reminded me of his mother.  But what she'd fed me couldn't begin to
compare to what he was feeding me.  He was dropping a major bomb in my
mouth, and I was struggling to swallow it.  Whatever Trevor had eaten for
breakfast and lunch had been transformed into a massive turd that was now
steadily making its way around the twists and turns of his large
intestines, like a big brown freight train, and it wasn't going to stop or
slow down until it had chugged out of his body and into mine.

"Mmmmmm!  Glurrrp!  Mmmmmm!  Glurrrp!" I heard myself uttering as I scarfed
down the huge lengths of Trevor's poop, my throat a mere extension of his
bowels as he shit and I ate in one continual perverted digestive process.

"Hey, Uncle Jason, does my shit taste as good as it did the last time you
ate it?"

"Mmglurrph!" was all I could say.

"Wait.  Don't talk with your mouth full," he said, playfully repeating what
both he and his sister had said to me in their bathroom when I'd tried to
talk while devouring their dung.  It was a pleasant little indicator that
every detail of the events of that day had been branded into Trevor's
eight-year-old brain, and now, three years later, he had perfect recall.
As for how his shit tasted now compared to then, it was hard to tell.  All
I could say for sure was that this time there was a LOT more of it to eat.

Eventually, though, even the most packed bowels get emptied, and Trevor's
emptied with a flourish, his final turd sliding out with a fart and a spray
of piss all over my sofa.

"Sorry about that," he said, and while I wanted to tell him that it was
okay, I was too busy trying to direct the last of his load down my throat
without triggering my gag reflex, which would surely have spoiled the whole
experience.  It took some doing, but after reminding myself of my
responsibility as a human toilet to do a "full flush" at the end of every
session, I took a deep breath, relaxed my esophagus, and swallowed.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned, detaching my lips from Trevor's asshole and sitting
back again as I waited for his shit to slide down my throat.  After it did,
I opened my eyes to see the boy staring at me.

"Wow, Uncle Jason, I can't believe you ate ALL of it.  I know it was a lot,
'cause it was starting to hurt my stomach."

I almost told him that he'd be amazed what a Seasoned Shit Geek can do when
he puts his mind to it, but instead I said, "I couldn't help it, Trev.
Your shit was just too tasty not to finish," and I accented my remarks by
releasing a long farty burp, which made him giggle.  Of course, I couldn't
leave him with a dirty asshole, so I told him to turn around and bend over
again then licked away every trace of leftover shit that I could detect.
By the time I was done, his anus was so clean it glistened.

But now that my belly was full of Trevor's shit, I was dying to bust a nut.
I was pretty sure "mini-Steve" would've been more than willing to let me
bust it in his face again, especially if he were still under the impression
that it would keep him from getting zits.  But I knew this first load would
be a whopper, and I wanted him to take it back home with him.  I just
needed to figure out the best way to ask him to suck my dick and slurp it
down.  But it turned out I didn't have to, because the mountain was about
to come to Mohammed:

"Uncle Jason, are you gonna shoot your sperms now?"

"You bet, Trev.  Eating your shit made me horny."

He smiled sheepishly then asked, "Well, when you do, could you, like, do it
in my mouth?"

I grinned.  "Sure, I'd love to.  In fact, I was just about to suggest it.
So what made you ask?"

"Well, when I was looking at pornos, there was this one where a whole
buncha guys were doing stuff to this one guy, and when they finished, they
all shot their sperms in his mouth...and he ate it.  So I was wondering how
it tasted."

"Well, you're in luck, Trev, 'cause I've got a nice big load for you to
taste.  In fact, instead of me jacking off, why don't you suck me off
instead.  I'll let you know when I'm ready to come, okay?"

"Okay," he said as matter-of-factly as you please.  Two seconds later he
was kneeling in front of me, his hand clutching the bottom of my dick while
his mouth engulfed the top, damn near making me come on the spot.  Then,
apparently like he'd seen the guy in the porn film do, he began to slide
his lips up and down my pole.  Having this cute white boy suck my black
dick--the moist warmth of his virgin mouth on my glans, the feeling of his
hair brushing against my groin, even the contrast of his pale fingers
holding my brown shaft--all combined to make it impossible for me to
restrain my orgasm.  When, on top of all that, he used his free hand to
sweep his hair back then looked up at me with those big grey eyes, I lost
it.

"Fuck!  I'm coming!  Swallow it, Trev!  Drink it down!"

Trembling, I grabbed the boy's head with both hands, holding him in place
while lifting my hips to stuff into his mouth every part of my cock he
wasn't holding on to.

"Mmph!  Mmph!"  Mmph!" the boy responded as I shot load after slimy load of
spunk straight down his throat.  Whatever Trevor had expected to swallow,
I'm sure it didn't come close to the shitload of semen I was feeding him.
So I wasn't surprised, after he hiccupped and frowned, to see sperm
spurting out of his nose.

"Shit!" I hissed, still coming as I watched the sticky streams ooze out of
his nostrils.  They were about to drip into my pubic hair when the boy
suddenly snuffled, sucking them back up into sinuses, and swallowed,
sending them down his throat.  A few seconds later, I released Trevor's
head and he slowly pulled his mouth off my dick, a long, glistening strand
of either spit or spunk stretching from his lips to my dick.  He reopened
his eyes, which were now red and watery, and smiled.

"Open your mouth, Trev. I want to see."  He did, wide, sticking out his
tongue as well to fully display its empty interior.  After inspecting it, I
nodded in admiration.  "Wow, kiddo, you're the real deal.  So how'd it
taste?"

He twisted his mouth to the side as he thought it over.  "Okay, I guess.
But it was kinda slimy.  Like snot."

I smiled.  "So what you're telling me is that you wouldn't necessarily want
to do like the guy you saw in the porn movie and swallow, like, fifty loads
of it, huh?"

"Right," he said, again smiling sheepishly.

"Yeah, me neither," I agreed while thinking, Unless, of course, those fifty
guys were all as good looking as you and your dad.  Then I'd HAPPILY do it!
But now that I'd shot my load, it was time to see if Trevor could do the
same...and that meant it was also time for Ashley to join the party.

"Hey, Trev, do me a favor.  Go in my bedroom, get in the bed, and pull the
covers all the way up to your chin.  I'll be with you in a little bit,
okay?"

"Okay," he said, again matter-of-factly, flashing me another sexy smile.

"And no playing with yourself under the covers, ya hear?"

"Okay," he said again, this time with a giggle.

As he scampered off, I followed him to get my bathrobe, watching as he
climbed into my bed, the same bed in which his dad had lost his anal cherry
and his mom had taken her first.  Slipping into my robe as he slipped under
the covers, I gave him the okay sign and left the room, closing the door
behind me.  Then I tiptoed down the hall until I was in front of the door
to the guest room.  My computer was on the other side of the room, so if
Ashley was sitting in front of it, she would be facing away from the door,
making it impossible for her to spot me when I came in.  I just had to be
quiet.  I carefully turned the doorknob and eased the door open.

Sure enough, the first thing I saw on the monitor was the image of a very
white woman on her hands and knees sucking the cock of a very black guy
while his light-skinned companion fucked her doggy style.  Though Ashley
had muted the audio, she couldn't mute the breathy sounds she herself was
making as she watched; and as I crept closer, I could see that, just as
Trevor had predicted, her hand was down the front of her shorts.  She was
so totally absorbed in watching the sex scene and masturbating that she had
no idea I was standing right behind her.

"Ashley, what are you doing?"

Well, talk about jumping out of your skin!  I thought I had given the poor
girl a heart attack, as she jerked around, pulled her hand out of her
pants, stood up, and fumbled for the mouse all at the same time, knocking
her chair over in the process.

"Oh!  Oh!  Uncle Jason!" she gasped.  "You scared me!  I didn't hear you
come in!"

"Yeah, I figured," I said, smirking.

Ashley's mouth and light-blue eyes were wide open, and her face was as pale
as an albino's.

"I'm sorry!  PLEASE don't tell my mom and dad!" she pleaded, tears welling
up in her eyes.  "They'll KILL me!"

"Calm down, Sugar Pie, I'm not going to tell anybody anything."

"You're not?"

"No.  As a matter of fact, I'm glad I caught you watching those people
having sex," I said as I began to stroke the girl's silky blonde hair.

"You are?  Why?"

"Well, I don't know if you remember, but when I was visiting you guys in
Iowa, you, your brother, and I did some of the same things they were
doing."

"We did?" she asked, looking totally confused.

"Yep.  And you really liked it.  Don't you remember?"

"...uhh...yeah, kinda," she lied, probably thinking that it was safer to
just go along with whatever I was saying.

"Well, even if you don't remember doing nasty things with ME, I'm sure you
remember doing them with TREVOR, right?"

Now the girl just stared at me with a deer-in-the-headlights look as she
began to realize that I knew a lot more about her dark side than I had
first let on.

"Don't worry.  I'm not going to tell your parents about that either.  In
fact, the reason I'm telling you all this is because Trevor and I are
getting ready to play a little game, and I thought you might like to join
us."

"What kinda game?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Like the kind you were playing when you had your hand in your pants," I
said bluntly.

Again came the deer-in-the-headlights expression, but now her face was
beginning to turn an interesting shade of red.

"So you want to play?"

Ashley just stood there for a moment before giving me a quick, almost
reflexive nod.  As soon as she did, I said "good," kissed her on the
forehead, took her hand, and led her into the bedroom.  When I opened the
door, she was surprised to see Trevor lying in my bed with the covers up to
his chin.

"Hi, Ash," he said, wearing a big smile.

"Why're you in his bed?" she asked.

"That's part of the game, Sugar Pie.  So let's see what your brother's
hiding under there."

Winking at Trevor, I walked over to the bed and snatched the covers back,
revealing every inch of his pale preteen body.

"Oooh!" Ashley gasped.  "You're naked!"

And a delicious nakedness it is, I said to myself, allowing myself to ogle
him for a minute before continuing.

"Well, Sugar Pie," I said, shrugging.  "Since he's naked, I guess we need
to get naked too," and I immediately began to strip.  Unlike before,
however, Ashley was reluctant to take off her clothes, as she looked back
and forth from me to her brother.

"It's okay, Ash," Trevor said.  "Me and Uncle Jason played this game
before, and it's fun.  But it's a secret, so we can't tell Mom and Dad,
okay?"

"Okay," she said, nodding, and the nine-year-old finally began to undress
until she was standing there as naked as the day she popped out of mother's
oh-so-succulent pussy.  She too was hairless from nose to toes, the only
blushes of pink on her flawless white form appearing at her lips, her
nipples, and in the cleft of her vagina, where she'd been digging with her
finger.  I took a few moments to drink in her nudeness too.

As for the kids, just like before, both of them were drawn to my dick,
which by now was so stiff it was pointing up at the ceiling.

"Wow, Uncle Jason, your penis is as big as the ones those guys in the
pornos have!" said Trevor.  "Isn't it, Ash?"

Ashley was staring so hard at my cock that it took her a moment to respond,
even though her mouth was wide open; and when she finally did respond, it
was an almost inaudible "uh-huh."  Her reaction went beyond mere surprise.
It bordered on fear.  Then it occurred to me that, having watched more than
her fair share of young women taking guys' cocks in their pussies, she
might have thought that I would try to get mine in hers.  So I sidled up to
her and, stroking her hair again, tried to allay any fears she might have
been having.

"Sugar Pie, if you're thinking what I THINK you're thinking, don't worry.
You're not old enough yet for me to put it in your...vajjie."

The girl instantly relaxed, closing her eyes and letting out a big sigh of
relief.  What I didn't tell her, though, was that I DID think she was old
enough to wrap her pretty lips around it.  But I didn't want to freak her
out before we got started, so I focused on Trevor instead.  Covering him
back up, I stood there for a minute then walked to the foot of the bed,
pulled up the covers, and dove under, manuevering in the dark until my face
was between his legs.  I then began to gently blow on his genitals.

"Oooo, that tickles!" Trevor giggled, shivering.

"What's he doing under there?" asked Ashley.

"Why don't you pull back the covers and see?" I suggested from the
darkness.

The nine-year-old quickly did just that, but by the time she uncovered us,
I had already changed positions, so the first image she got was of me with
her brother's dick in my mouth.

"Oooh!" she responded, wide-eyed.  "You're sucking his penis!"

"Yeah, and it feels GOOD too!" said Trevor as my lips slid up and down his
slender pole, making him flinch again and again.  I didn't want him to come
too soon, though, so after only a couple of minutes I let him go, watching
in delight as his spit-slick willy snapped back against his tummy.  Now,
though, both it and his balls were wet and glowing a nice warm shade of
red.  I looked over at Ashley and smiled.

"Come on up here and join us, Sugar Pie."

With her light-blue eyes still stretched wide open, the girl scrambled up
on the bed but had no idea what to do or where to put herself, so I
positioned her on her knees right over her brother's head and facing me.

"See, Sugar Pie?" I explained.  "Now you can watch what I do to your
brother while he's licking your vajjie."

"Oooooo!" she giggled.  "That's gross!"

"Yes, it is," I agreed.  "And I think you already know how much fun 'gross'
can be."

Getting down between Trevor's legs again, I bent his knees and rolled him
up into the same pretzel position I'd placed his dad in, with his lower
back off the mattress and his knees nearly touching his chest.  This time,
though, it wasn't for fucking; it was simply to allow my mouth complete
access to the boy's dick, balls, and asshole.

"Hey, Trev, you comfortable?" I asked as I held on to his thighs.

"Uh-huh," he answered from under his sister's pussy.

"Good.  Let's do it."

A gasp and a flinch from Ashley let me know that Trevor had already begun
to "do it," so I began doing it too, starting with a re-examination of his
anus.  Spreading it open and peering as far as I could into its rich
pinkness, I sniffed it deeply.  Being that I had already thoroughly tongued
him clean after eating his shit, however, there wasn't much of an odor
left.  So I began to tease his little rosebud, flicking the tip of my
tongue over it, which not only caused the boy to jerk but triggered
something else in him as well, for I was suddenly treated to a loud, smelly
fart, its shitty scent enveloping my head like a cloud.

"Ewwwwww!  He pooted right in your face!" said Ashley, who appeared to be
both disgusted and delighted by it.

"Yes, he did, Sugar Pie, and I'm going to get him back for doing it, too.
Just watch," and after inhaling as much of Trevor's stinky gas as I could,
I promptly spread his anus open again and thrust my tongue inside,
eliciting a muffled gasp from between Ashley's legs.

"Ewwwwww!  You're getting him back by licking his BUTTHOLE?!"

I just nodded at the girl as I continued to slobber over her brother's
shitter.  She looked as if she were about to say something else when she
suddenly gasped and began to shiver as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Clearly the little bitch was having an orgasm, and Trevor seemed to know
this because he promptly stopped sucking her snatch, apparently waiting for
her to float back down to earth.

I used this respite to finish licking the eleven-year-old's asshole and
move on to his balls, sucking both of them into my mouth and rolling my
tongue around them as I savored the sweaty odor of his hairless crotch.
Finally I let his nut sac slip out of my mouth and began to suck his prick
again.  By now the boy was so hot and bothered that it took only a few
short trips up and down his pecker to bring him to orgasm.

"Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" he grunted as his entire body stiffened and began to
tremble.  The hot breath on Ashley's pussy caused her to open her eyes, and
she refocused on what was going on in front of her.  Deciding that I wanted
an eyewitness to any ejaculation Trevor might have, I let go of his legs,
allowing them to drop onto my shoulders, then pulled my lips off his penis
and grasped it right under the head.  Not two seconds later, a milky little
bead sprouted out of his urethra and began to seep down his glans.

"Oooooo!" Ashley cooed.  "It looks just like the white pee those guys in
the pornos make when they say, 'I'm coming.'"

"It's not pee, Sugar Pie, it's sperm."

She frowned.  "What's that?"

My first thought was, The same shit I shot in your fucking face a few years
back, you forgetful little bitch!  Instead I patiently explained, "Well,
it's what comes out of older boys' and men's penises so they can make
babies."

"So I DID make some sperms!" Trevor said in excitement, slipping his head
from between his sister's legs.

"That's right.  See?"  And I pointed to the translucent glob that was now
oozing onto my finger.

"Wow!" Trevor responded, obviously impressed with himself as he smiled and
nodded.

Now that all three of us could officially attest to Trevor's newfound
virility, I licked his semen off my finger and slipped the head of his
wilting weiner back into my mouth.  By now it was so sensitive that he
frowned and sharply sucked in his breath as I lapped at it, but he had to
endure it because I was determined to consume every sticky strand of his
precious white-boy sperm.

When I was satisfied that I had swallowed everything Trevor's balls had
produced, I decided to let him rest and turned my attention to Ashley, who
was now sitting with her back against the headboard and her legs splayed
open, diddling her clit.  Crouching in front of her, I looked her straight
in the eye as I gently removed her hand from her crotch, spread her legs a
little farther apart, and slipped my hands underneath her, cupping her soft
butt cheeks.  Then I lowered my head and sealed my lips over her labia.

"Oooh!" she gasped, instinctively grabbing the back of my head and pulling
me closer as I began to slurp at her slit.

Eating any good-looking woman is fun, but there is nothing in the world
like sucking a young girl's pussy.  Usually it involves sniffing a little
rankness and licking away a few drop of pee then stimulating her tiny clit
enough to make a little cunny juice flow.  But with Ashley having played
with herself at the computer then Trevor sucking her to an orgasm, there
was no piss smell left, just the sexy aroma of a little blonde female in
heat.

Meanwhile, behind me, Trevor wasn't doing much resting at all as I felt his
small hands exploring my ass, rubbing both mounds over and over again
then--eerily--slapping them, first lightly, then hard enough to make loud
smacking noises and make me feel the sting.  It was almost as if he'd been
in the room watching his dad and me.  Knowing what was coming next, I
slowly lowered myself until I was lying flat, and Trevor didn't hesitate to
climb on top of me and poke his newly erect peter into my anus.

"Nngh!" I grunted into Ashley's vulva as her brother bottomed out in my
butthole.  My rectum hadn't quite recovered from the supreme reaming his
mom had given it a few days earlier, so wasn't as prepared as I thought I'd
be for that extra inch of dick Trevor had grown since I'd last seen him.
But the very idea that her son's cock was in the same place hers had
been--and without either of them knowing it--was enough to make me embrace
the minor discomfort and crave the boy's energetic thrusts.

So now it was déjà vu all over again with the kids too, meaning the three
of us were in the same configuration we'd been in three years ago on the
bathroom floor in Cedar Rapids, and maybe this is what jogged Ashley's
memory because suddenly her light-blue eyes popped open and she looked down
at me with a big smile on her face.

"I remember now, Uncle Jason, I remember!" she declared.  "Me, you, and
Trevor were in the bathroom...and you ate our poop!"

I stopped eating her pussy long enough to look up at her and say, "That's
right, Sugar Pie.  And do you remember what else we did?"

"We...uhh...I think we peed in your mouth too, then you...you...peed in our
faces, right?"

"Close enough.  So at least now you know we're not doing anything we
haven't already done before, right?"  When she nodded, I looked over my
shoulder at her brother. "Right, Trev?"

"Uh-huh," he grunted, his hands clutching my shoulders as he continued to
labor at my asshole as if trying to make up for all the butt he hadn't
gotten in the past three years.

Having elicited Trevor's affirmation, I reattached my upper lips to
Ashley's lower ones and tried to suck the life out of the nine-year-old.
My timing couldn't have been better, as both brother and sister orgasmed at
the same time, and I was afforded the rare treat of having a shivering
young white boy clinging to my back as he spurted semen up my ass while a
quivering young white girl hugged my head in her arms and between her
thighs as she squirted come on my tongue.  By some miracle I managed to
hold back my own orgasm.

Afterwards the siblings lay panting on top of and in front of me as the
unique scent of child sex swirled around in my nostrils.  I wondered what
Steve and Cathy were doing at this very moment.  Perhaps they were sitting
in a bar, or watching a play, or dancing.  Whatever it was, they probably
weren't even thinking about their kids; and if they were, they certainly
weren't worried about them.  After all, their two little crumb crunchers
were secure in the home of their longtime friend, who was faithfully
watching over them.  How more safe and sound could they be?

As I thought about this, I smiled, nuzzling Ashley's hairless pussy and
contracting my anus on Trevor's prick.  But the kids' genitals were so
sensitive that they both gasped and recoiled, Ashley backing away from me
and Trevor pulling out of my asshole and curling up next to me.  We all
stayed where we were for several minutes; then I noticed Ashley inching
closer to me again.

"Uncle Jason?"

"Yes, Sugar Pie?"

"Did Trevor make sperm in your butthole?"

"I'm sure he did."

Hesitating, she squinched up her face and asked, "Can I see it?"

"Sure!  I'll get on my hands and knees; then you get behind me and look in
my butt, okay?"

She nodded, smiling sheepishly, and scooted behind me as I assumed the
position, my head low and my ass high.  When I felt Ashley's hands on my
buns, I knew she was peering into my anus, so I flexed my sphincter.  While
I couldn't feel anything, I suddenly heard the girl gasp.

"Ooh!  I can see it!  It's coming out of your butthole!  Look, Trevor!"

Crawling backwards, Trevor joined his sister in staring at my shithole.
"Wow!" he beamed.  "I made more than I thought!"

"That's because you're getting to be more of a man every minute, Trev," and
when I turned my head to look at him, I caught him smiling with pride
again.  Meanwhile Ashley had crawled back in front of me and again lay with
her back against the headboard, her knees up and her legs spread apart,
shamelessly displaying her underage cunny.

"Uncle Jason, I have to pee now.  Can I go in your mouth?"

"Of course, Sugar Pie.  But I'll have to put my mouth back on your vajjie.
Is that okay?"

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding.

I sealed my lips over the nine-year-old's pussy again and two seconds later
I felt a warm trickle in my mouth.  When the flow began to increase, I saw
Trevor out of the corner of my eye, so I pulled my mouth back and urged the
girl to lift up a little so he could see what we were doing better.

"Oooooo!" he responded, gawking as his sister's golden stream skeeted into
my open mouth.  When it was on the verge of overflowing, I swallowed at the
back of my throat, and Trevor asked if I could teach him how to do that
because whenever he drank Ashley's pee, he had to close his mouth to
swallow and she always ended up peeing all over his face.

Naturally the idea of Trevor getting pissed in the face by his little
sister brought to mind what their mom had done to me, turning me on all the
more.  So after downing my third mouthful of pee, I closed my mouth and
eyes and just held my face in Ashley's hot stream, allowing it to splash
all over my face and soak into the sheets the same way her mother's had;
and this seemed to delight both kids because they giggled through every
second of the face-washing.

Now the room smelled like child sex and girlie pee, but the odors only
served to heighten my pedo libido, and I took a nice deep breath to sear
them into my psyche before sinking to an even lower level of debauchery.
Having confirmed Trevor's ability to make babies and recalling what he'd
said about the things he and Ashley had yet to try, I had an overwhelming
desire to see him deposit some of his baby-makers inside her.  But Trevor
had a fairly formidable pecker for an eleven-year-old, so I figured it
might not be the best idea for him to fuck her pussy.  All I needed was for
Steve and Cathy to come back here to find their little girl bleeding
between her legs because her hymen had been punctured.  It would be a tad
hard to explain away.  But there was no reason he couldn't do to her what
he'd done to me--fuck her up the ass; and if my experiences with their mom
and dad were any indicator of what the kids had inherited, she could
probably take him back there fairly easily.  It was just a matter of
convincing her to let him do it.  Fortunately Ashley herself would give me
my bargaining chip:

"Uncle Jason?"

"Yes, Sugar Pie?"

"Can I suck your cock--I mean, penis?"

"Sure you can!  And I don't mind if you call it a cock.  After all, that's
really what it is when it's all hard like this.  It's only a penis when I'm
pissing out of it."  That made her giggle, so I felt it was a good time to
make my proposal.  "But listen, Sugar Pie, if I let you suck my cock, will
you let your brother do something to you?"

"What?"

"The same thing he did to me--put his cock in your butthole."

She squinched up her face.  "Ewwwwww!  That's GROSS!"

"I know, but it's fun too."

She looked at me skeptically then glanced at Trevor.  "But won't it hurt?"

"No, not at all," I assured her.  "It feels good, sort of like having a
really long tongue stuck up your butt."

"Ewwwwww!" she responded again, this time with a snicker.  "But what about
his sperm?"

"What about it?"

"Is he gonna make it in my butt like he did in yours?"

"Yeah, but that's okay.  It'll just make it easier to go the next time you
have to poop."

"Ewwwwwwwww!" she giggled, which caused both me and Trevor laugh.

"So what do you say, Sugar Pie?  Can your brother put his cock in your
butt?"

Tucking her lips in tightly, she smiled and nodded.

"Good.  I KNEW you'd be a big girl and let him do it.  And just for that,
when you suck my cock, I'm going to give you the same thing those guys you
were watching on my computer gave that girl."

The little vixen's eyes lit up.  "You mean you're gonna make sperm in my
MOUTH?"

"That's right, Sugar Pie, and I want you to swallow it ALL, too, because
it'll keep that beautiful hair of yours nice and shiny."

"For real?"

"Absolutely," I said, giving Trevor a surreptitious wink.  "Before we get
started, though, I want to make sure you're ready to take your brother's
cock, so turn around and bend over so I can get a good look at your
butthole."

Giggling again in embarrassment, Ashley quickly assumed the position,
poking her pale little ass up in the air.  She had the sweetest little
asshole I'd ever seen (well, at least since I'd seen her brother's,
anyway), and I couldn't wait to examine it.  So I sniffed its shitty aroma
then spread it open and pushed my tongue inside.

"Oooh!" the nine-year-old hooted, flinching as I speared my tongue as far
up her ass as I could get it.  Unfortunately I didn't have four inches of
tongue to push inside her, but what little I did have allowed me to lube
her up with enough spit to replace my tongue with three inches of middle
finger.

"How's that feel, Sugar Pie?" I asked, digging around in her snug little
rectum as her sphincter sucked at my knuckle.  "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, not really," Ashley admitted.  "It just feels kinda funny.  So is that
how his cock's gonna feel in there?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I said, though I deliberately neglected to mention
that she would have to find another inch of space inside her hiney to fully
accommodate her big brother's dick.  And judging by what my finger was
poking into, that wasn't going to be easy.  But I figured we'd cross that
bridge when we came to it.

When I felt that I'd reamed out Ashley's asshole enough to get started, I
slowly withdrew my finger, relishing the little sucking sound it made as it
popped free as well as the rich brown coating on my fingernail, confirming
what I'd found inside her.  I offered my soiled finger first to Ashley then
to Trevor, but both refused it, upon which I shrugged, gave it a sniff, and
popped it in my mouth to a duet of "Ewwwwww!" which lasted straight through
to when I popped it out again to show them how clean and shiny it was.
After that I scooted around and sat with my back against the headboard, my
knees up, and my legs spread, just like Ashley had been.

"Okay, Sugar Pie, come over here and lie in front of me on your stomach."

She did, putting her face right in my crotch, sniffing my cock, my balls,
and my pubic hair; then rooting under my balls, wedging her nose into my
ass crack and sniffing my asshole.  "Ewwwwww!" she said, coming up giggling
and with her nose wrinkled.  "I can smell your poop!"

Smiling back at her, I said, "Put your nose back there again for a minute,
Sugar Pie."

She eagerly did so, confirming for me that there was something about the
smell of my poop that appealed to her and, thus, making me much less
hesitant to do what I was about to do, as I held the back of her head and
farted right in her face.  Though the little blonde flinched in surprise,
she never once tried to pull her nose out of my ass crack.  She was too
busy sniffing away at my gas.

"Ewwwwww!  Gross!  You're smelling his fart!" said Trevor.  "Don't it
stink?"

After sniffing a little longer, Ashley lifted her head and, with her face
only slightly scrunched up, said, "Yeah, it's kinda stinky...but I kinda
like it."

Wow!  My kind of gal! I said to myself.  For a hot second I imagined
somehow convincing Steve and Cathy to allow Ashley to spend an evening
alone with me.  For dinner we would eat a variety of baked beans.  Later on
we would get into an anal 69 in this very bed and spend the next several
hours farting into each other's noses.  And after that, when she felt the
urge to go, I would get to see how a meal of baked beans tasted after
making its way through the digestive system of a cute little white girl.
Then I thought how ironic it would be if the blonde beauty turned out to be
even more of a scat freak than her brother, being that she wouldn't even
let me wipe her ass after she shit in my mouth three years ago.  But since
then they had both helped to bring out the worst in each other, so anything
was possible.

I told Trevor to go ahead and mount Ashley but cautioned him not to just
shove his prick up her ass the way he'd done to me.  "Since this is her
first time, you need to put it in her nice and slow, okay?"

"Okay," he said, nodding.

Then I said to Ashley, "Listen, Sugar Pie, it's going to feel a little
funny at first."

"I know.  Like your finger, right?"

"Right.  So just remember that, and try not to tighten up or pull away,
okay?"

"Yep," she said, also with a nod.

Now that the stage was set, I took a nice deep breath before giving Trevor
the green light.  It was simply to calm myself down, for the idea that I
was about to witness the very first act of incest between two rosy-cheeked
All-American siblings was making me hornier by the second.

"Okay, guys, let's do this."

Clenching the bottom of my shaft, Ashley leaned forward and slipped the
entire head of my cock into her mouth, just like Trevor had done.  And she
too kept going until a good third of my dick was stuffed in her mouth.
Just the sight of her thin pink lips stretched around my thick brown pole
was so obscene that I almost came, and when she started sliding those lips
up and down, coating my cock with her girlie spit, I had to grab the sides
of the mattress to bridle my libido.

Meanwhile Trevor was smart enough to wait for Ashley to get preoccupied
with sucking my dick before making his move.  Then he aimed his prick at
her anus and slowly lowered himself.  I could tell exactly when he
penetrated her because she frowned, let out a little "Mmph!" and her body
tensed up; but after he slid the rest of his shaft into her, she began to
relax again.

By this time I too had relaxed and was able to rest one of my hands on
Ashley's head as she labored at my growing cock.  The other hand I placed
on Trevor's ass, indicating that he should stay put a while longer to give
his sister time to get used to the feeling of his dick before he started
fucking her.  About a minute later I gave his buns a little squeeze, and
when Trevor looked at me I nodded.  Right away he began to hump Ashley's
hiney, slowly at first but quickly picking up steam until he was freely
fucking her up the ass.  And all the while Ashley, her eyes pinched shut,
just hummed in apparent contentment as she sucked my dick.

The sight of the eleven-year-old boy banging his nine-year-old sister's
booty was enough alone to send my libido into the stratosphere, but the
thought that I was also getting the ball rolling--that this ass fuck would
be the first of many more to come between the two tykes--sent my libido
soaring into space, and it was good to know that Ashley would be the
recipient of my rising lust.  But right in the middle of the fuck-and-suck
session, the little blonde pulled my dick out of her mouth and looked up at
me with her big blue eyes.

"Uncle Jason," she whispered, "I feel like I have to poop."

"Well, Sugar Pie, try to hold it in just a little longer," I whispered
back, "until your brother comes; then you can poop right in my mouth,
okay?"

"Okay," she beamed, and without missing a beat she slipped my cock back in
her mouth and began sucking away again.

Watching her, I recalled something Cathy had said in passing during my
visit to Cedar Rapids, how she'd considered entering Ashley in some child
beauty pageants but had decided against it after going to one and being
horrified by the extreme competitiveness, not among the girls but among
their mothers, who worked their daughters like slaves.  Having since seen
TV shows like "Little Miss Perfect" and "Toddlers and Tiaras," I now
understood exactly what she meant.  But I also knew that if she had
followed through anyway, Ashley would have walked away with a truckload of
trophies.  I pictured the nine-year-old with her face made up, her hair
styled, and wearing a ballerina outfit, complete with leotard, tutu, and
toe shoes.  What male judge could resist her as she danced across the
stage?  And if there happened to be other little girls who rivaled her in
the looks department, Ashley could easily beat them out by demonstrating
for the judges her OTHER talent, the same one she was currently
demonstrating for me.  Just a few trips up and down their hard-ons
and--bingo!--the crown would be hers: "Little Miss Perfect Cocksucker!"

As I came closer to feeding Ashley the same stuff those horny pageant
judges would have fed her, I realized that Trevor was about beat me to the
punch via her back door.  Huffing and puffing, he screwed up his face into
all kinds of weird expressions as he fucked his sister harder and faster,
his crotch repeatedly smacking again her butt.  Then he gasped, and his
whole body went rigid as he pressed himself into her back, thrusting his
peter as far up her ass as he could while uttering the same "Unh!  Unh!
Unh!" sounds he'd made when he'd squirted his young seed in my ass.  Ashley
may have responded internally by milking his cock with her asshole, but to
my surprise there was no obvious external response.  She basically ignored
him while continuing to suck my dick, apparently no longer concerned about
his sperm swimming around in her shithole.

My own climax followed, hitting me like a tidal wave.  With my fingers
tangled in Ashley's beautiful blonde hair I stiffened, clutched her skull,
and pulled her head down, mostly to keep her from pulling it up, and as I'd
done with Trevor, forcing into her hot, wet mouth all but the part of my
shaft she was holding on to.

"Shit, I'm coming!  Swallow it, Sugar Pie!  Drink it all down!"

Trembling from head to toe, I shot my load down her nine-year-throat as
Trevor watched groggily from on top of her.  It felt similar to when I'd
spermed his mouth, only she wasn't getting anywhere near the mega-load I'd
given him, so it didn't end up taking a detour through her nose; instead it
went straight down the hatch and straight into her tummy.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" Ashley moaned, her eyes shut tight as she scoffed down
my scum; and as I watched and listened to her, it was very satisfying to
know that she was joining the rest of her family, drawing semen from the
same source that had spewed it over her dad's face, in her mom's asshole,
and down her brother's throat.

But I decided this wasn't enough.  I wanted to do something special with
the pretty little blonde that would put her on a list all by herself.  I
also wanted it to be just between the two of us.  So as soon as Trevor
pulled his prick out of her ass and flopped onto his back beside her, I
loosened my grip on Ashley's head and waited.  I was sure my balls were
empty when my dong began to deflate, and it was then that I flexed my
sphincter, squirting a stream of piss right into her mouth.

Ashley instantly opened her eyes and looked straight at me as she
swallowed.  As I tightened up to hold back the rest of my piss, we
proceeded to have a entire conversation with just our eyes: I told her that
I knew all about her and Trevor drinking each other's piss, and she said he
opens his big mouth about everything; then I asked her if I could finish
going in her mouth, and she said okay, as long as I didn't give it to her
so fast that she choked.  After that she closed her eyes again, ending our
little talk, and I relaxed my bladder.

The guttural noise that Ashley made as she drank my piss was apparently one
that Trevor was very familiar with because as soon as he heard it, his
post-orgasmic stupor lifted, and he flipped over, sprung up onto his hands
and knees, and began to stare at us with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, Uncle Jason, are you peeing in her mouth?"

"That's right, Trev.  I had to go pretty bad, and since my cock was already
in her mouth..."

"Well...uhh...before you finish, can I...like...get a taste too?"

This I didn't expect, and I felt my dick harden in response.  "Sure, Trev.
I'm fine with that, but it's Ashley's call," I said, stroking her head.
"So, Sugar Pie, is it okay if I give the last of my piss to your brother?"

Looking up at me again, Ashley smiled as much as she could with her lips
wrapped around my dick and nodded.  I used my thumb and forefinger to
squeeze my cock just below the crown, pinching off the flow of piss.
"Okay, come on over here, boy."  Trevor scurried closer, crouching low and
putting his face right next to his sister's.  "Okay, open up."  When he
did, I pulled my dick out of Ashley's mouth, pushed it into Trevor's, and
released my fingers.

"Gluurp!" was Trevor's first response as the newly freed piss shot out of
my cock and flooded his mouth.  But after a few quick gulps, he caught up
to the fast flow and was able to swallow it without too much trouble.
Ashley seemed enraptured as she watched us, and for a moment I wondered
why, since she'd obviously seen Trevor drink piss before.  Then it occurred
to me that while she'd watched him drink it from her pussy, she'd never
seen him drink it out of a big black cock, and she seemed to enjoy seeing
me use her big brother's mouth as a urinal.

By the time I finished peeing in Trevor's mouth, my cock was almost fully
erect again, which made it hard to squeeze out the last few drops.  Trevor
did what he could to help me out by licking my piss slit, but after he did
this several times I was afraid I would come, and since I didn't want to
shoot a second load in the same place my earlier load had gone, I gently
pulled my dick from between his lips and playfully smacked his face with my
hard-on.

Ashley quickly reminded us, though, that she had an urgent need to be
addressed before we did anything else, as she began to squirm and groan.
"Uncle Jason, I REALLY hafta poop now," she whined.  "I can't hold it."

"Okay, Sugar Pie, I'm going to take care of you right now."  I was about to
lie down, have Ashley sit on my face, and make a quick meal of her shit
when a wild idea popped into my head: "Listen, I know I said you could poop
right in my mouth, but if you don't mind I'd like to try something a little
different."

"Like what?"

"Well, instead of eating your poop straight out of you butthole, this time
I want to catch it as it's coming out.  Then, if it's hard enough, I want
to see if I can stick it back in your butt."

"Ewwwwwwww!" the pair again harmonized, with Ashley adding "That's REALLY
gross!"

"But it'll be REALLY fun too," I countered.  "And when you squeeze it out
again, it'll be like you're pooping out the same poop TWICE."

Again came the "Ewwwwwwww!" duet, this time accompanied by giggling, but it
was obvious that both kids were excited to be accompanying me on my latest
safari into Pervertland.

"So, Sugar Pie, you want to try it?"

"It won't hurt, will it?"

"Well, if it doesn't hurt coming OUT, it certainly won't hurt going back
IN," I assured her, knowing, of course, that this was not necessarily the
case.  "So how about it?"

The nine-year-old thought about it for a whole five seconds before saying,
"okay," her quick decision no doubt coming more by way of her bowels than
her brain.

"Great!  Now just get up on you hands and knees and stick your butt up in
the air like you did before.  I'm going to get behind you so I can catch
it."

Scurrying behind the little blonde, I took up my position and winked at
Trevor, who was kneeling right next to me and wearing the most lecherous
expression I'd ever seen on his handsome young face as he pointed at her
anus.  When I looked at it I was surprised, not so much by how wet it was
inside but much more by the wet trail that led out of it, down her
perineum, and into her pussy.  Now I knew why the boy had such a lewd look
on his face, and I gave him a thumbs up for a job well done before leaning
in and carefully lapping up all the evidence of his performance.
Afterwards I backed away and patted Ashley on the butt.

"Okay, Sugar Pie, anytime you're ready."

Well, let me tell you: The little bitch laid one hell of a loaf that night!
Trevor and I watched spellbound as her asshole stretched and stretched
until it was at least an inch and a half wide before it began to push out
the dark brown mass that filled it.  And then it just kept coming and
coming, causing Trevor to utter the "Wow!" that I myself was thinking.  The
poor girl must've been constipated or something because she proceeded to
deliver into my outstretched hands twelve solid inches of hot, smelly turd
before the tail end of it popped out and her sphincter closed up again.

"Okay, all done," Ashley announced.

"Good.  Now just close your eyes and stay where you are while I try to put
it back in you."

Before making a move to do so, however, I simply sat back on my heels,
smiling like a proud papa as I admired the foot-long log that the little
white girl's anus had given birth to.  It was a fucking masterpiece, and I
sniffed its rich bouquet and ran my tongue along its entire length before
offering it to a frowning Trevor, who'd been staring at me intently as I
worshipped his sister's shit.  His frown deepened and he pulled his head as
far back as he could while waving me off.  But I was insistent, whispering,
"Come on.  Just HOLD it."  Finally, with his nose turned up and his head
turned to the side, Trevor reluctantly held out his hands and accepted
Ashley's anal gift.  I held my finger to my lips, urging him to keep quiet,
and quietly moved behind Ashley, aiming my super-hard cock at her dilated
asshole.  When Trevor saw what intended to do, he gasped.  I flashed him
another "be quiet" look then turned back to his sister, took a deep breath,
and pushed.

"Ouch!" Ashley yelped as the head of my dick easily penetrated her very
pliant anus.  A few seconds later came the question I was hoping she
wouldn't ask: "Uncle Jason, are you SURE that's my poop, or did you put
your cock in my butt?"

"Uhh...uhh..." I stuttered, trying to figure out what to say.  Trevor was
beside himself, nearly dropping Ashley's shit as he attempted to stifle his
snickering.

"Well?" Ashley asked, tucking her head down far enough to look under
herself.

Letting out a long sigh, I said, "Yeah, Sugar Pie, you're right.  You
caught me.  It's not your poop.  It IS my cock.  I'm sorry.  It's just
that...well...your little butthole was open SO wide and looked SO cute and
SO inviting, I couldn't help myself.  I just had to see if I could get my
cock in it.  You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Nope," she said, shaking her head.  "But where's my poop?"

"Trevor has it."

Lifting her head, Ashley glanced to the side, and when she saw her brother
holding her turd, she giggled and said, "Wow!  I made a BIG one, didn't I?"

"You sure did, Sugar Pie.  That's why I was able to get my cock in you.  So
how does it feel?  Does it hurt?"

"Nope," she repeated, again shaking her head.

"So...can I finish putting it in you, so we can see how much you can take?"

I was hoping not to hear another "nope," and Ashley didn't disappoint me
as, after a tiny pause, she nodded and said, "Yep."

"Really?"

Again she nodded. "Yep."

"Oh, thank you SO much, Sugar Pie!" I said, gently placing my hands on her
slim hips.  "I knew you were a big girl when you let Trevor stick his cock
in your butt.  But now that you're letting ME do it too, you're more than
just a big girl: You're the QUEEN of the Big Girls."

"I am?" she asked, looking back and smiling at me, her light-blue eyes
twinkling.

"Yes, you DEFINITELY are," I said, "and for that you deserve a Queen of the
Big Girls smooch," upon which I leaned over and kissed her smiling lips.
When I slipped my tongue in her mouth, Ashley surprised me by NOT being
surprised.  In fact, it was as if she were expecting it, and as she
casually and expertly began to suck on my probing tongue, I began to wonder
if Trevor had forgotten to tell me the part of the story about him and his
sister practicing French kissing.

Ashley and I proceeded to swap spit for nearly a minute before a sigh of
impatience from Trevor reminded me of what he was waiting to see.  I gave
the girl a parting peck on her soft lips and pulled my head back.

"Okay, Sugar Pie, now turn back around, close your eyes again, and
concentrate."

By now I was so excited that I was actually trembling.  I couldn't believe
that, having fucked her father and her mother up the ass, I was going to
add the younger of their offspring to the list!  But this cute
nine-year-old blue-eyed blonde white girl had just given me permission to
bury my boner in her bowels, and I wasn't about to question this golden
opportunity or give the little golden-haired beauty a chance to change her
mind.  So as soon as Ashley was facing away from me again, I turned and
winked at Trevor (who was still grinning as he continued to hold his
sister's shit), steadied my hold on the girl's hips, and slowly leaned
forward.

"Nngh!" she gasped as about two more inches of dick slid into her.  But I
knew from my previous experience with Ashley that she was not about to back
down or tell me to stop, not after I'd crowned her "Queen of the Big
Girls," and certainly not after I'd done so in front of her brother.  He'd
never let her forget it.  So instead of stopping, I simply slowed down a
little while continuing to lean into her, and though I was sure she was
feeling, as the doctors say, "some slight discomfort" as I drove my dick
drove further and further into her tight little turd tunnel, I knew she
would grit her teeth and bear it until all seven inches were packed inside
her.

"Wow!" Trevor again remarked, getting as close to us as he could to watch
the not-so-delicate operation.  "Almost his whole penis--I mean, cock is in
your butt!  Don't it hurt?"

"Nope," Ashley replied, this time with a little strain in her voice.

"See that, Trev?  She's not only Queen of the Big Girls, she's BRAVE too,"
I said as I stuffed the last inch of my pole up her ass.

Trevor didn't respond.  He seemed mesmerized by the sight of my dick buried
in his little sister's asshole and amazed that it wasn't hurting her.  I
just hoped the latter continued to be true when I began to fuck her.

But I had no intention of doing that right away.  First I simply wanted to
savor the sensation--the heat, the tightness, the pulsations--of having my
dick up Ashley's little white ass.  To say that it felt "amazing" or even
"incredible" would be a gross understatement.  In fact, even today I can't
think of any adjective that would adequately describe the sensation.  Let's
just put it this way: I was VERY happy that I had already shot a load down
her throat, because at least it would allow me to last longer than two
seconds when I started fucking her.

I continued to bask in the euphoria of being up to my balls in the shithole
of a nine-year-old child until that child herself interrupted my reverie,
as she turned back and looked at me, a devilish smirk on her face:

"Hey, Uncle Jason, aren't you gonna do me?"

I smiled at her and patted her head.  "Of course, Sugar Pie.  I was just
waiting for you to get used to the feeling of having my cock up your butt.
So you think you're ready for me to do 'the nasty' to you?"

"...yep."

"Good.  Then turn back around, close your eyes, and keep pushing your
butthole out like you did when you were pooping, okay?"

"...yep."

With Trevor watching my every move as he continued to hold her turd, I
braced my hands on Ashley's hips and began to pull back.  My cock was so
comfortable inside her snug little bottom that it didn't want to go
anywhere, so I had to give it a little tug to get it started, which made
Ashley wince.  But after I stroked her hair, she relaxed again and I was
able to withdraw all but the head of my dick without causing her any
further distress.

"Wow!" Trevor said again, looking back and forth from my dick to Ashley's
shit. "Your cock is almost as long and big around as her poop!"

Trevor's remark confirmed my belief that Ashley was quite capable of taking
me up her ass, and that I needn't worry about being careful or holding
back.  But I couldn't be sure of this until I saw how she reacted to having
my cock put back inside her.  So after pausing for a few seconds, I
steadied my hold on her hips and initiated my ramrod's return trip down her
Hershey Highway.  This time there was no wincing, just heavy, steady
breathing as I hit bottom and my balls pressed up against her pussy.

"You're doing great, Sugar Pie.  I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Nope," Ashley grunted.

"Good.  Now just hang in there, keep pushing out, and you'll be fine."

By the time I said that, I had already pulled out up to my cockhead again
and was on my way back in.  It took only two more excursions into Ashley's
quasi-virgin hole for the spit on my cock from her blowjob, the shit
residue in her asshole, and the pre-orgasm fluid dribbling out of my dick
to combo-lubricate the nine-year-old's turd tunnel well enough for me to
slide my tool in and out of her fairly easily.

As soon as this happened I placed my hand on her back, urging her to lie
flat, and after riding her down--her small white figure nearly disappearing
underneath me as I lay on top of her--I began to pump her rump more
vigorously.

"Wow, Ash!" said Trevor.  "He's REALLY fucking your butt now!  It STILL
doesn't hurt?"

"Nope," Ashley panted.  "Now it feels kinda good."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Sugar Pie.  'Cause your little hiney is
turning me on like crazy, and I don't think I can hold back anymore."

Bracing my hands against the mattress, I began to assfuck the nine-year-old
with the kind of passion that all pedophiles have but few get to share with
a real-live child.  Determined to make the most of such a rare opportunity,
I slammed into her over and over again, ramming my rod up her tight little
ass her while listening to her breathy high-pitched grunts, the rocking of
the bed frame, and the steady "smack, smack, smack" of my crotch against
her mini bubble butt.

"Oh, my God!" Ashley suddenly cried out.  "Fuck me, Uncle Jason!  Fuck the
shit outta my ass!"

Once again I could hardly believe my ears.  As little as an hour ago the
very idea of having anal sex with this little girl was beyond my realm of
thought.  Now not only was I doing it, I was actually roughriding her,
driving my dick even deeper inside her than I did when I fucked her mom and
dad, being that she was so much smaller and her colon so much less
developed.  But instead of bawling like a baby or yelling for me to stop,
the lustful little blonde was screaming for me to fuck her, eerily using
almost the exact same words her dad had when I assfucked him.

Trevor seemed to be as amazed as I was, for when I looked over at him, he
was just sitting there, his big grey eyes again stretched wide open and
spit drooling out of his mouth as he watched us fuck.  But he was also
moving, at least from the waist down, humping his four-inch erection
against his sister's turd.  I don't think he was even aware of what he was
doing, which made his actions all the more stimulating, as the underside of
his prick got browner and browner.

As much as I wanted to drill Ashley's little doo-doo hole all night, the
warmth and tightness of it--along with the fact that I was doing something
so forbidden--made that impossible, and way before I was ready I found my
climax descending upon me.  It was satisfying to know, however, that I'd be
adding the nine-year-old to that list of females her mother had accused me
of keeping by sending her home with a nice sore asshole, a very personal,
very private souvenir of our first fuck session and her total loss of anal
virginity.  So after gesturing for Trevor to move right in front of us, so
we could both watch him masturbate, I surrendered to my libido.

"Fuck!  I'm coming!" I shouted, thrusting my dick all the way up Ashley's
ass.  "Take it ALL right in that sweet little white ass, Sugar Pie!"

"Yeah, Uncle Jason!  Do me!  Shoot all your sperm right in my ass!"

Trembling I began to spurt my load deep in Ashley's bowels, filling her
little tailpipe with more spunk than I thought I was capable of producing,
being that I'd ejaculated down her throat earlier.  At the same time I
watched Trevor continue to fuck her shit, panting harder and bucking his
hips faster.  Seconds later came his "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" and a final hard
thrust that broke the turd in two.  So now, as he clutched a piece of poop
in each hand, his crap-coated cock spat out more milky proof of his sexual
maturity.

Leaning forward, I slipped Trevor's soiled pecker between my lips, which
made him flinch, push himself fully in my mouth, and hold onto my shoulders
with the handfuls of Ashley's shit.  So as I finished filling the girl's
butthole with my own semen, I sucked his down, making sure to thoroughly
tongue-wash his shitty erection when his orgasm was over.

But I wasn't done.  Those turds that Trevor was holding on my shoulders
were two halves of the majestic log that had made its way out of his little
sister's bottom and which had ultimately allowed me to assfuck her, so I
needed to pay homage to them by doing with them what I had intended to do
from the start.

"Okay, Trev, I'm ready for her poop now."

He looked confused.  "Huh?  What do you mean?"

"I mean I want you to stuff her shit right in my mouth.  I want to eat it,"
I said, opening my mouth as wide as I could.

For some reason Trevor seemed reluctant to feed me until I heard a voice
from underneath me say, "Yeah, Trevor, make him eat my poop!  Stick it
right in his toilet mouth!"

The next thing I knew, half a foot of warm shit was being shoved in my
mouth, nearly choking me.  Since it was steadily softening, though, I was
able to bite into its thickness and chew it up without too much trouble,
savoring the taste, smell, and texture of the little blonde's defecation as
my molars reduced it to something more manageable for ingesting.  And as
soon as I gulped down the huge mouthful of girlie poop, I nodded and Trevor
jammed the other half foot of sibling shit into my mouth, using the heel of
his hand to force it all inside.  Again I came close to choking, but
because I was more prepared for this second mouthful, I was able to chow
down on it more easily, though it still took some work to mash it all up.
Soon enough, however, I was able to swallow it too, closing my eyes as the
last of the masticated mess slid down my throat and dropped into my
stomach, joining her brother's bowel movement.

I opened my eyes again to see Trevor and Ashley both staring at me with
identical "I-can't-believe-you-ate-those-great-big-turds!" looks on their
faces.  While I was pretty sure their expressions were sincere, I began to
wonder if the two tykes had somehow planned all along to feed me their shit
today.  After all, how likely was it that BOTH of them would have to take a
major crap when they got to my house?  Was that really just a coincidence?
Then again, they HAD been out all day, probably filling up on junk food at
the park, so the fact that they would need to go several hours later wasn't
unreasonable.  But as my belly churned on the prepubescent pair's
excrement, I couldn't help thinking that this was all an elaborate plot,
with Trevor mapping things out days before by saying to his sister, "Okay,
when we get there, you go look at pornos while I poop in his mouth; then
when he catches you, act surprised and pretend you don't remember what we
did before until you REALLY have to go; then you poop in his mouth too."
Just the possibility of such a conspiracy made me smile and gave me a warm,
tingly feeling inside.

The finale of our little threesome came when I told Trevor to wipe his
shitty hands in my face, and it was a weird, exciting feeling as, like a
blind person trying to find out what I looked like, his fingers and palms
touched me everywhere from my forehead to my chin.  He finished up by
wiping off the excess shit in my hair.  And when afterwards Trevor told me
he had to pee, I had him lie on his back with his mouth open then had
Ashley squat over his face while I slipped his urine-leaking weiner in my
mouth.  So the dark-haired hunk pissed in my mouth, washing down his
sister's shit, and she fed him my come, flexing her distended anus over and
over to milk every drop of it out of her colon and into his mouth.  Soon
his bladder was empty and her bowels were empty again, and as I lapped up
the last drops of his pee, I was pleased to see my male protégé spread open
the asshole of my female protégé and dig his tongue inside to lick out the
last drops of my come.

After that we all collapsed in a heap and rested until I marshaled up
enough energy to hustle my little fuck buddies into the bathroom, where the
three of us took a nice hot soapy shower together.  Then we rinsed off,
dried off, got dressed, and sat on the sofa trying to watch TV but mostly
nodding off.  I urged the kids to go lie down in the guest room until their
parents got back, and since they were both too tired to argue with me, they
simply got up and shuffled off.  When I checked on them fifteen minutes
later, they were curled up next to each other fast asleep.

I headed back to the living room but decided to use what little energy I
had left to turn my mattress over and put fresh linen on the bed.  I also
sprayed the room liberally with an air freshener.  I wanted to lie down
after that, but I decided instead to force myself to stay up because I was
worried that if I dozed off, I would fall into such a deep sleep that I
wouldn't hear the doorbell ring.

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It was nearly 2 A.M. when the downstairs doorbell awakened me out a light
sleep.  Yawning, I buzzed my friends in, opened the front door, and waited
for them to come upstairs.  I heard the elevator door open followed by
snickering, and when Steve and Cathy made the turn towards my apartment, I
felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw them walking arm in arm and smiling.
They looked relaxed but exhausted.  I offered them a sleepover, telling
them they could lie in my bed while I slept on the couch, but they
simultaneously said, "Thanks but no thanks," grinning at each other
afterwards; then Steve explained, "If we do that, it'll probably be even
harder for us to haul ass out of here in the morning, so I think we'd
better get going now."  I suspected that the real reason they declined my
offer was that, as happy they looked together, each of them wanted to
preserve the private experience they'd had with me in that room, and
sleeping in there as a couple would have fucked up those memories BIG time.

So I smiled, shrugged and watched as they entered the guest room to
retrieve their progeny.  Steve came out carrying a sleeping Ashley on his
shoulder followed by Cathy leading a nearly comatose Trevor by the hand.  I
grabbed their duffel bag, and we all headed out the front door and down the
hall to the elevator.  When the elevator came, I handed the duffel bag to
Steve and gave everyone a final wave as the door closed.

As I walked back to my apartment, I began to wonder how long it would take
for the sexual house of cards I'd created to collapse, for the shit to hit
the fan, for the dam to break.  Experience had taught me that secrets
between family members remained secret for only so long.  All it took was a
slip of the lip--or the discovery of a come stain in the seat of a pair of
underwear--for all the skeletons to come tumbling out of the closet.  The
All-American Family had already survived a flood; I wondered how prepared
they were to deal with an avalanche.


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