Taylor, Female, 5 - 7

	- beige skin, 3'5 - 4'0', 40-50lbs, rich brown hair

Since I was in my twenties and for the next four decades, I had two taboo fetishes which no one ever knew. Not my late wife, not the three other lovers I'd known before her, no one. I'd never had a chance to act on either of them, one was because I was too afraid of admitting to any partners what I wanted, and the other because I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in prison.

I loved the idea of very dirty anal sex, you know the kind. A woman with poo in her butt letting me slide it up there and get off on her tight hole, the messy contents of her bowels, and the strong odors our sodomy would drive into my nose. I jacked off frequently to videos of such acts. But I never got a chance with any partner to come close to that level of filth, the rare times my wife had let me fuck her ass she'd had a recent bowel movement and used an enema or two before we had sex.

My other fascination was with little girls. Oh, any age, really. I especially loved innocent types before they hit puberty, the sort who were curious but also naive about what was going on. I jerked off often to stories I read where authors described the pleasures of penetrating hairless holes, of tight and sweet little pussies and even tighter assholes.

I'd never combined the two, though. When I fantasized about scat sex, it was always picturing adult women, at least in their mid-twenties but often older. Pedophilia scenarios were wholesome, by comparison. I never fantasized about dirty anal sex with hairless little girls.

My granddaughter changed all that and helped me synthesize those fantasies into reality, and it was the first time in my life that having a thin, four-inch dick was very much an advantage.

Taylor came to visit me at least once a month, usually staying with me while her parents had some time to themselves, occasionally even staying the night. She was a cutie, soft brown hair down past her shoulders, the most adorable little tush which was often trapped in tight leggings or, just as often, covered only by a thin pair of panties. Taylor was enthusiastic about most everything she liked to do, and that included bouncing up and down on the couch or a chair while she watched cartoon characters doing something actively zany.

Our games started when she was five. Taylor had crawled up on my lap, and I'd always loved it when she did that. I never did anything before that point, just enjoying the feel of her tiny little tush on my groin. Sometimes I grew hard, sometimes I did not, but I usually jerked off as soon as I has some privacy. She sometimes started bouncing around on me, and those times, I almost always got hard. Who wouldn't?

The first time something more than innocent grandfather-granddaughter fun started, she'd climbed onto my lap and immediately started bouncing her tush on my groin. I'd been particularly horny that day, but hadn't yet jerked off. It was the first day I'd worn a pair of silky pajamas I'd just picked up and the sensation of Taylor's tush on my little erection, the silky fabric like velvet on my pecker, had an immediate effect.

I grew so hard that I worried she might even notice it poking right up the cleft in her round bottom, made more troubling by the fact that my granddaughter wore only a pair of white, cotton panties. On one bounce, I slid my hand between us, her tush squishing down on my wrist a few times as I adjusted myself and made my dick point up my body, causing her little crotch to come down on along my shaft.

My god, the sensation! I tried to stay still and quiet, but each bounce of Taylor's lovely tush made it more urgent to seek release. I almost sat her aside so that I could go finish the job myself. But I held still, my legs straining under her. I literally put my hand over my mouth as I felt my pecker swelling.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Taylor's hips just kept going, her attention on her cartoons, my attention on how I was about to blow my load just an inch or two from her barely-hidden holes.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Cum surged up my dick, I held my breath, and did my best to control my straining hips and thighs as I ejaculated into my silk pajamas with Taylor's buttocks squishing down around my cock the whole time. When I was half-way through, Taylor stopped moving, completely sitting down in my lap, my penis throbbing cum against the cleft in her bottom.

It was the absolute most powerful orgasm I'd ever had and I didn't even move until moments later when Taylor leapt from my lap and crawled onto her hands and knees on the floor, roaring like the bear she saw on the television. Right near where I knew her anus had to be, there was an obvious damp spot.

I looked down and knew immediately the silk pajamas had done little to stop my semen from squishing through, and the evidence of my orgasm was right that second drying on my granddaughter's panties.

- - -

To say the least, I was hooked. Every chance I got, when she came over, I wore those pajamas, and almost every time, Taylor bounced in my lap and I ejaculated, sometimes even soaking the crotch of her panties. It depended on the position of my cock when I came. Sometimes it looked like she'd just peed herself I got so much into the crotch of her underwear.

Taylor was unaware. Hell, she was five, she had no clue.

I took things a little further around the time she turned six, the girl still enjoying bouncing in my lap. I bought a new pair of pajamas, a cottony-sort, which had a two-button flap in the front. Naturally, I knew just what to use that flap for. Taylor started bouncing on me the first time I wore them for her, and I carefully snaked my cock out and let it rest right along her crotch.

My God, the heat between my granddaughter's legs! I had no idea it would be so intense, but damn did I squirt real hard that time! I coated the front of my pajamas, but much more exciting, I splashed sticky globs of cum right against Taylor's panties, her rounding tush spreading wetness as she moved over me.

This happened several times. Taylor never noticed, and I got more and more daring, even risking putting my cock forward as she bounced. Because I have a small cock, it didn't stick out so obviously up between her legs the way a longer dick might have, so she never seemed to see it. Those times, I usually had to pull my pecker back under her and let her soft tush roll around it a moment before I finally shot my load.

Not long before she turned seven, I got the first inkling that my two fetishes might be combined. After I'd cum on Taylor, this shot off to one side a bit and more along one cheek, spreading from inner thigh to her hip in wet globs, she rolled off me and lay on the couch next to me, staring at the television. The way she'd rolled made her panties push out a bit from where they'd been pressed into the crack of her ass by my shaft.

Right about where her anus would have been hidden under the pink cotton panties was an obvious stain from her butthole. Brown and oval, streaked. It seemed that my granddaughter didn't always wipe so well after using the toilet.

My God, what a moment!

She was oblivious as I leaned down and sniffed near her ass, the scent of her poo muted a little but sharp and arousing. I inhaled several times, easing closer. Taylor finally seemed to know I had moved closer and my granddaughter looked back at me, giggling, "You hiding from me, Neepa?"

"Uh... yep. Yep. You got me!" I grinned as I eased back.

"My turn to hide!" Taylor jumped off the couch and raced off. I knew it was now my job to find her, but I could help hanging back just long enough to jerk myself rapidly to another orgasm, the odors of my granddaughter's poop in my nose.

- - -

And so this became a new obsession for me. I made up a new game for us to see if I might get really lucky. "I want you to see how long you can hold your poo," I told her one weekend. "You can tinkle all you want, but don't poo."

Taylor giggled, "That's silly."

"Silly? Oh, I guess you can't hold it very long then."

"Uh-huh, can too."

"How long?"

"Days and days, Neepa."

"Days? I don't believe you.

"Can too!"

"Prove it to me then."

Taylor twisted on the couch from where she sat next to me, "Ummm. How?"

"When did you last poo?"

"Ummm," my granddaughter thought about it a moment, "yesterday, I think. Last night?"

"So you last pooped last night?"

"I think, yeah. Last night."

"Do you need to poop now?"

"Kinda!" she giggled.

"Well... try to hold it. If you make it until I go to bed in a couple of hours, I'll give you something special."

"What?" the girl said, tilting her head.

"A kiss!"

"Oh, that's not special," she told me, shaking her head, "you kiss me lot of times."

"Fine, you got me," I told her, "I'll give you a piece of my favorite candy bar."

"Ohhh... Okay!"

Taylor wasn't allowed to have sugar of any kind, not because she was diabetic or anything of that sort, just that her parents, my daughter and her husband, were kooky nutrition freaks who had Taylor, and themselves, following some new fad every few months. The sugar thing had been around for over a year, though, so I thought it might stick. The idea of eating a candy bar was something I knew Taylor would desire. Almost as much as I desired what she was holding inside her bottom to win it from me.

She sat on the couch watching an animated movie, acting normal for Taylor, which meant bouncing and singing with the characters on screen. I was delighted to hear, "Pfffftttpt" as my granddaughter passed gas. The girl giggled and looked at me, puffing out her cheeks and holding her breath.

I smelled her rotten gas, loving it, and playfully waved my hand in the air, "Pee-eww!"

Taylor giggled again, "My poo is tinky!"

"Tinky, yes! That's the word for it! You have a very tinky tush, Taylor!"

She did it again a moment later, then again, the farts getting wetter and wetter. Taylor began to do more squirming than bouncing, clearly trying to win the challenge. My granddaughter crawled off the couch, clenching her buttocks, her panties drawing right up into the crack of her little bottom. "Is it time yet?"

"Not yet," I laughed, "you've still got an hour to go!"

"Argh!" she growled. "But I need to poo!"

"Don't you want a piece of the candy bar?"

"Yes!"

"You can hold it. Just keep farting to clear some space."

"But it smells tinky!"

"I know," I told her, "but I believe in you."

She made it quite a bit longer than I thought she would, but about thirty minutes before I planned to go to bed, she'd crawled onto the floor, rolling slowly back and forth, her little butt jiggling in her white panties. She got onto her knees, said, "Arrrrggg..." and then I heard, "Pff-pt-pt-pt-sptssssptsssspt-spt-pt-spt."

I saw brown stains spreading out on her underwear and knew the girl was just about to shit herself.

"Neepa!"

"Ok, go poo, before you make a mess."

She leapt up, took two steps, then stopped, turned back at me looking desperate, her hips rocking rapidly back and forth as she danced from foot to foot, "Do I get my candy?"

I looked at her a moment, smiled, "Tonight, yes, but only a small bite. You didn't quite make it all the way."

She rushed into the bathroom attached to the living room, not even bothering to close the door she was in such a hurry. I raced over and peered inside to see little Taylor lifting the toilet seat, yanking down her panties, and sitting as fast as she could. Within a second I heard her bowels empty in a glorious splattering of poo being forced through her anus and splashing down into the toilet water. She shit quite a lot for a little girl, then peed, too, looking really relieved when she'd finished.

The smell was intensely ripe and sharp, and I absolutely loved it. I inhaled several times as she gathered toilet paper to wipe herself, then I told her, "Better take a shower, Taylor. I think you might have pooed yourself a little."

"I did," she admitted without shame, "okay, I'll shower."

I closed the door, not really wanting her to realize I was watching her shit. Sure, I enjoyed seeing her naked, but that wasn't really anything new. I'd changed her when she was younger, even in the last year, and other than when she bounced on my lap and brought me to orgasm, I never touched her sexually in any other way. I did take a quick peek at her little bottom before I pulled the door to, all the while sniffing her rank odors and enjoying the moment.

I heard the shower come on, decided to sneak in and get her smelly panties, then took them into my bedroom where I sniffed the wet, brown mess she'd just made and jerked off, cumming right in the crotch, leaving a healthy deposit of spunk in the gusset, then I took them back to the bathroom and threw them on the floor where my granddaughter had left them.

I knew her well enough to figure she'd just put on the same underwear she'd been wearing all day. But this time, when she put them on, my cum would be right up against her little pussy and butthole.

Taylor came out oblivious. I nearly spunked again right then when I saw the huge wet spot in the front where my jism was squishing against her little hairless twat, and the lovely, smelly brown spot in the back just made my pecker get hard again.

"Can I have it now?" she asked me sweetly, knowing just how to play me.

"Of course, but just a small one this time." I went into the kitchen to where I'd hidden the candy, pulled out a Twix, and returned. Taylor watched me eagerly as I pulled back the foil, took out one stick, and broke it in half. I handed the smaller piece to my granddaughter. "You get the whole stick if you don't poo from now until after supper tomorrow. Think you can do that?"

She nodded, putting the candy bar in her mouth and slowly chewing it as if it was the most savory thing she'd ever eaten. "Mmmm..."

I ate the other half of the broken stick, then said, "Bout time for bed for you, eh?"

"But I want to stay up and then go to bed with you, Neepa."

"You can sleep in bed with me, but you remember the rule, right?"

She let out a lovely exasperated sigh, "Yeeeeesss... I know, Neepa. I gots kiss you until you tell me to put the final one on you."

Taylor loved to pretend she hated our go-to-sleep game, but once we were in bed a bit later, the lights out, she practically jumped over me, giggling as she always did, planting kisses on my lips, my chest, my stomach, and my thighs, all under the covers. In the dark, wearing only a pair of briefs, she had no idea that I was secretly masturbating the whole time. Never had a clue.

Better, this was the first time she'd worn such obviously soiled panties to bed with me, and the smell of my granddaughter's poo was easy to sniff. I shot my load in my underwear in just a minute or so as she worked her way up my chest, her sweet little lips teasing me the whole way to my neck. I let out a satisfied sigh, then said, "And the final one goes on...?"

She giggled, pushed her face to mine, and kissed me right on the lips.

"Love you, Taylor."

"Love you, Neepa!"

- - -

That night, Taylor farted all night long. I loved it. Sick, I know. I can't help that I found her gas arousing and not disgusting. Rank, sure. Smelly, no doubt. Tinky, as she would say. And it made me want to just press my nose right between her dirty cheeks and inhale right from the source.

But I didn't do that yet. The next day, Taylor actually made it until after supper, then raced to let out her long-held poo in the toilet while I listened and inhaled. As I'd promised, I gave her a whole stick of Twix this time.

That was the sort of thing we did for a while. Rarely did I get so lucky as to have her visibly soil her panties, though often she left some brown streaks there if her underwear was pulled tight enough into her crack. But I would challenge her to hold her poo and she would soon be farting really smelly gas, earning a candy bar that night.

She still bounced on my lap, and I still ejaculated right up along her covered bottom.

Until I decided to press my luck. And, boy, did I press it good!

Taylor turned seven and she'd grown some, now up to 4'0 tall and her limbs really stretching out from her slender body. But she was still a little girl in so many ways, still so innocent about what our games meant to me.

She was bouncing in my lap one evening and I was in a real horny mood. Taylor farted audibly a couple of times against my groin and I was as hard as I could get, really turned on to have her on my lap and passing gas and clearly so full of poo that she was already straining. My boner pushed up my briefs which I had taken to wearing around her so often, pressing her little white panties between her butt cheeks. When she pulled up at one point to bounce off my lap and dance in front of me, a brown smear was clear in the seat of her underwear. I reached into my briefs and stroked myself to the sight a moment before Taylor climbed back on top of me.

As she started to settle, I pulled my cock out through the opening in my drawers and pushed myself between her covered cheeks, right against the poo stain in her panties. Taylor, as usual, seemed not to notice, and I dared push things even further.

Taylor settled a moment and I started to brush aside the back of her panties, uncovering one side of the girl's little bottom, then the back cleft was displayed. I swelled with excitement, holding aside the panties and pushing my cock right between her buttocks. The heat of Taylor's bum had me leaking and throbbing. She bounced some more, quickly looked back between us to where my erection was pulsing against her raw, smelly butthole, then my granddaughter grinned and said, "I'm gonna poot on you, Neepa!" Taylor didn't really seem to know or care that it was my penis she was about to hit with her stinky gas.

The little girl let go and I literally felt her anus sputter, a little wet and dirty, as she pooted against me. Oh, good god was that an amazing sensation. I held her waist on instinct, hoping she would empty herself completely right then, poo and all, but the wet, smelly fart was amazing all the same. She was so wet back there from her loose gas that I started to move her along my shaft, letting her rounded bottom and the cleft between stroke me real good. So wet, she was, that when the tip of my small cock nudged against her anus, Taylor's little hole opened enough to feel her stretch around me.

Holy shit! I had an inch of my dick up my seven year-old granddaughter's asshole! I grunted and swelled. I was lost in that moment, too lost to think anything but the most amazing realizations, the sensation of Taylor's tight little butthole pulsing into my dick. I pushed up and the wet hole opened just a little more, another inch slid inside and I felt my little granddaughter react for the first time.

It wasn't pain or horror or anything like that. No, the girl giggled and pushed down against me. "Trying to help me hold in my poo, Neepa?"

I smiled, surging, "Mmm-hmm... helping... you... hold in... your poo."

"Thanks... I really want candy, Neepa... You help me hold in my poo, okay?"

I held still with my little dick held tight inside my granddaughter's rectum. Goddamn was she tight! I could barely hold back my release. For several beautiful, blissful seconds, I could feel Taylor's heartbeat from her tightly-stretched anus ringing my penis. The soft skin of her tiny hole felt amazing. I throbbed and pushed in a little more, my cock pressing against something even softer. Her poo! My god, I realized, not only was I sodomizing my own young granddaughter, my cock was pushed right into her stool! I throbbed, throbbed, throbbed, groaned, held Taylor's waist, rocked my hips a few times, and started to ejaculate deep inside the girl's bowels. "Ahhh, Taylor, ahhh my girl, ahhh, yeah... oh, oh, ahhhhhh... Ahh, Taylor... Oh, my girl..." I shot thick ropes right into my granddaughter's stinky shit, ejaculating right into her ripe, smelly poo.

Taylor giggled at the sensation, "I feel like I really need to poop, Neepa! Like, you gonna help hold it in for me?"

"I'm tryin'," I told her. Despite my orgasm, the little girl's tight hole was keeping me half-erect and inside her butt. "Taylor, sweet girl, you are doing so good. Hold that poo inside there! Neepa just put some special stuff up in your butt to help you hold it!"

"Special stuff?"

"Yeah, special stuff, some stuff I made for you. I just squirted it up into your stinky poo. Hold it in you!"

"Okay," she said, shifting a little, "I feel like I need to poop real bad, Neepa!"

We both held still a moment and I could feel her bowels trying to push me out along with a sticky, smelly load of little girl poop. I finally kissed the back of her neck and felt myself start to soften. "You did great, Taylor. So great!" I told her, swimming in pleasure and sniffing the air where the odors of the little girl's bowels were becoming ripe and strong. "How about we call this a success and I'll help you go to the toilet without losing it along the way, okay?"

"Okay... Hurry, Neepa!"

In a smooth motion, I pulled Taylor off me, scooped her up in my arms, then stuck a finger deep up her butt. "Hold my finger in your bottom!" I told the girl.

She giggled and I felt the amazing hot and soft flesh of her tiny anus clench around my penetration. I could smell her so strongly that my cock throbbed in response. Inside Taylor's little butt, I could feel her poo and the sticky load of cum I'd shot into it. I carried the girl to the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, then pulled my finger out covered with semen and a little girl poop.

Taylor giggled again and I heard her stool start plopping into the water in rapid splashes and sputtering farts. I inhaled along my finger, enjoying the rich, earthy scent of her stool, my penis growing hard by the time she finished pooping.

I had to have more of the little girl right then. "Gonna try something, Taylor, you ready?"

"Try what?"

"I'm gonna try giving you some more special stuff. The first time didn't work so well, so I need to try again..."

"Ok... I just pooped, Neepa... I don't need to poop any more!"

"I know, but this will help you the next time. Just let me give it a try, okay?"

"Okay."

Without letting her wipe and without cleaning off my finger or cock, I picked up the girl, put the cover down on the toilet, then placed her on her knees on top. Taylor's perfect little ass was out and spread open, her stinky tush messy and matted with thick smears of wet poo and streaks of my cum. Gripping her waist, I pushed the tip of my small but rock hard penis against her dirty little butthole and slid in with a quick pop, the wet stool and cum mixture creating a slippery lube.

Taylor squeaked, "Yikes! That feels real big, Neepa! I need to poo again!"

"You're doing great, sport. Just be a few moments now before I can spurt some of my special stuff up into your butt, okay?"

"Okay, Neepa... I can take it."

I started to slide my dick in and out of my granddaughter's very messy asshole, the odor of her poo heavy and ripe. I inhaled and surged, the tight grip of Taylor's tiny butthole milking me quickly towards release. Just a minute or so of fucking the seven year-old's anus, the girl grunting softly each time I thrust into her butthole, was all I needed, "Ahhh... Taylor... Here it comes... Here come's my special stuff... right... up... in... your... buuuuuuutt... Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm..." I unloaded a second time inside my granddaughter, a smaller load, to be sure, but this one delivered into her mostly-clear bowels, no obvious poo in there to squish and coat my cock, though my penis was still very messy and covered in Taylor's poop from fucking her before. I pulled out after I finished ejaculating in my granddaughter's bowels, then looked down at the mess between her legs and on my groin.

I'd even managed to get poop onto her little hairless pussy. I didn't want her to get an infection, so I offered to get us a bath going. Taylor heartily agreed she would join me but reminded me that I said she'd done well and would get a full candy bar that night. I kissed her head, caressed her lovely, stinky tush a moment, and told her I would not forget as we climbed into the steamy water together.

I loved my granddaughter so much, and her stinky hole provided an intense and smelly wonderland for me to explore. Taylor had never refused me my fun to that point, and she enjoyed it almost as much as I did. Every Neepa like me deserved a sweet, stinky little granddaughter to play with. As Taylor passed gas in the tub, sending bubbles up from her bottom and giggles from her lips, I grew hard again and knew I'd probably want to slide up that smelly hole at least once more that night. Her little tush could take it, I knew now, and I had no doubt I would be sodomizing my granddaughter's butthole many times over the coming days, weeks, and years. As I began to wipe away the mess between Taylor's butt cheeks in the hot bath water, I thought to myself, I'm so goddamn lucky to get to play with my sweet Taylor's tinky tush!