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Subject: {ASSM} Dootie Day Camp - Part 1: Early Education
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Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 17:10:02 -0500
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Dootie Day Camp - Part 1: Early Education (or "Friends and Babysitters") 
(b/b, f/m, f/b, M/b, M/f/b, m/b/b, m/g, oral, anal, ws, scat)
by Coproman


Hi.  My name is Derrick, and I'm finally ready to tell my story after all 
these years.  Mind you, I could easily have continued to keep quiet, but I'm 
sick and tired of hearing folks bellyache about how kids who are introduced 
to sex early on are "psychologically scarred for life" or "lead 
dysfunctional lives as adults."  That's bullshit.  And I know it's bullshit, 
because I was introduced to some of the kinkiest sex imaginable when I was 
very young, and it was the most liberating thing that ever happened to me.  
That's why I, in turn, tried to introduce it to nearly every kid I met, both 
younger and older, and today all of us are leading normal, productive lives.

I grew up in a well-to-do, racially-mixed community in Queens, New York, so 
I never experienced the racism that many of my family members from the South 
talked about.  I was just plain ol' "D," as most people called me, the 
little black kid who got along with everybody in the neighborhood and who 
just happened to be secretly harboring an unusual fetish.  In fact, I 
remember the exact day I became aware of the existence of that 
fetish...well, maybe not the exact day but I do remember the exact occasion.

I was six years old and playing at Marky's house.  Marky was my 
eight-year-old nextdoor neighbor, whom I always referred to as "my 
funny-looking friend," because his face was so strikingly beautiful, 
reflecting the features of his Italian father and Korean mother.  Anyway, we 
were in the middle of some adventure involving Marky's Matchbox cars when he 
suddenly stood up and announced that he needed to go to the bathroom.  For 
some reason, I asked him what he had to do.

"I gotta doo-doo," he indignantly replied.  "Why?  You wanna see me do it?"

"Uh-huh," I said, being completely honest, but the moment I uttered that 
affirmative, Marky got this big frown on his cute light-skinned face and 
pulled away from me.

"Uggghhh!  You a NASTY little thing, wantin' to watch me doo-doo!  You 
oughtta be SHAME of yourself!"

I remember sitting there feeling like I wanted to cry when Marky suddenly 
leaned close to me again, his frown a little less severe.  "Hey, Snot-nose, 
you REALLY wanna watch me go?"

I just nodded, as I continued to look at him, and was surprised to see him 
smile.

"Okay, you can watch," Marky said.  "But when we go in the bathroom, be 
quiet; I don't wanna wake up my mom."

When we were locked in the bathroom, I remember feeling for the first time a 
feeling that I would experience many times more in the years to come--that 
combination of fear and longing, anxiety mixed with anticipation, as I 
prepared to watch someone take a shit.  And Marky--who, it turned out, was 
something of a "nasty little thing" himself--would help to make that initial 
experience special by taking off all his clothes then, climbing up on the 
toilet with his back to me, and squatting over the bowl. Holding on to the 
tank to support himself, he turned his head and looked at me.

"Take your clothes off," he said, and he continued to stare at me as I 
removed every stitch.  Once I was naked, I saw him smirk, as he glanced down 
at my little stiffy, but he quickly got serious again and said, "Now watch."

Turning away from me, Marky tucked himself into even more of a ball, almost 
forcing me to focus on his ass, which was right at the level of my face.  I 
watched in awe as the eight-year-old's perfect pink anus flexed then swelled 
open wide enough for me to clearly see the beginning of his turd.

"You see it?" asked Marky.

All I could do was nod, hypnotized, as I gazed at the thick brown mass 
slowly emerging from Marky's expanding asshole.  Once that first part was 
out, everything sped up, and I gasped as the longest turd I'd ever seen in 
my six years pushed out of the boy's shithole and dropped into the toilet 
bowl, causing the water splash up into my face.  This was accompanied by a 
powerful odor, which filled my nose. But I was too exhilarated to wipe my 
face or hold my breath.  Instead I just kept staring at Marky's pooper, 
which had already shrunk back down to almost its original size and was again 
flexing, as Marky tried unsuccessfully to force out that last stubborn bit 
of semisoft shit.  I then looked into the bowl and was further thrilled to 
see that Marky's turd was still in one piece, only now it was curled up, as 
it floated in the water.

When Marky stepped down off the toilet and turned around, I was surprised to 
see that his peter was even harder than mine, the little three-inch tool 
sticking out at a 45-degree angle.

"So did you like watchin' me doo-doo, Snot-nose?"

I was still so excited that I couldn't even speak; I just nodded 
enthusiastically.

"Well, since I did that for you, I want you to do somethin' for me."  Having 
seen how hard his cock was, and knowing what little I did about sex, I had a 
feeling what he wanted me to do.  So he caught me totally off guard when, 
instead of asking for that, Marky looked down at me with an evil little 
smile and said, "I want you to lick my butthole."

I was instantly repulsed.  I knew he hadn't wiped and I knew what I had seen 
clinging to his asshole, so I knew what he was really asking me to do was 
TASTE his shit!  Never in my young life had I heard of anything so filthy, 
and I wondered why Marky--my friend, my mentor--would ask me to do something 
like that.  But kids have this natural curiosity, especially when it comes 
to bodily functions, and I was more curious than most.  And there was 
something else, something I couldn't really understand or fully process at 
that age, as if a vital part of me that had lain dormant for six years had 
suddenly awakened; and far from wanting to avoid the odious task, I couldn't 
wait to do it.

"Well?" Marky suddenly asked, snapping me out of my muse.  "You gonna do it, 
or are you a little sissy boy?"

While I was indeed a "little sissy boy" in many ways, I certainly wasn't 
going to have Marky thinking that I was the kind he was referring to.  Even 
so, I think I surprised him when, steeling myself, I looked him straight in 
the eye and said, "Turn around and bend over."

I was pleased by the open-mouthed 
"I-can't-believe-he's-really-gonna-do-this" expression my words produced on 
my friend's face.  But when Marky did turn around and bend over, and I 
spread his ass cheeks to get a good look at where I was going to put my 
tongue, I didn't know if I could go through with it.  The "perfect pink" of 
Marky's anus was long gone, replaced by a sticky light-brown blob.  In 
addition, there were streaks of brown all around his asshole, no doubt 
transferred there when he'd stepped off the toilet and stood up; and his 
whole ass crack gave off a pungent smell.  In other words, his ass was a 
shitty, funky mess that cried out for at least half a dozen passes with some 
toilet paper before it even started to get clean.

"You see any doo-doo in there?" asked Marky.

"Nope," I lied, and it was the first of what would be many, many similar 
lies, as I attempted to hide the depth of my perversion from the people who 
deigned to indulge me, for fear they would have nothing to do with me if 
they knew how much of a sicko I really was.

"Then go ahead and lick it," Marky continued.  "I wanna see how it feels."

Even though I was experiencing a combination of fear, reluctance, and 
revulsion, these feelings were quickly being consumed by my burning 
curiosity and that indefinable "need," and before I could stop myself, I had 
thrust my head forward, burying my face in Marky's ass crack and jamming my 
tongue as far up his heavily soiled anus as I could.

"Ooooh," Marky gasped, undoubtedly surprised by my enthusiasm to perform the 
obscene act. For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the bathroom were 
the slurping and smacking from my lips and tongue, as I licked the leftover 
shit out of my friend's asshole.  After a while, I could hear Marky's heavy 
breathing, which quickly turned into moaning; and my own moaning soon joined 
his, as the two of us wallowed in the nastiness of what we were doing.

After that day, there were lots of trips to the bathroom with Marky.  
Whenever he had to go and we were able to sneak into the bathroom at either 
his house or mine, I would dutifully serve as my friend's toilet paper; and 
as I was discovering myself as a "bottom," Marky was discovering himself as 
a "top," so our symbiotic bond was becoming even stronger.  Soon I began to 
accompany him to the bathroom even when all he had to do was piss, first 
licking the remaining drops off his dick after he went, then watching as he 
almost finished peeing and sucking what was left out of his prick, then 
finally taking his entire load of piss straight down my throat.   Marky also 
finally got around to doing the thing I thought he was going to do in the 
first place, and I soon got used to his holding onto my head and fucking me 
in the mouth.  And, of course, our scat play also escalated to where, by the 
time I was eight and Marky was ten, he was regularly shitting his full bowel 
movement right in my mouth and I was eating the whole thing.  So here I was, 
a third grader, and already I was a full-blown scat freak!

Then, right before Marky turned eleven, his dad got a new job and relocated 
the family to Florida.  It was the saddest day of my life, waving to Marky 
as they drove down the block behind the big moving van.  I knew that I would 
never again find a friend as special as he had been, and I wondered how I 
would ever again get to satisfy what had become a gnawing hunger in me.

But satisfy it I did, though it took about a year.  And much to my surprise 
I was able to do so by way of a member of my own extended family, an older 
second cousin of mine named Tammy.  I knew Tammy from the many family 
reunions my parents had taken me to, because I recalled how pretty she was, 
with her fair skin, long dark hair and hazel eyes.  In fact, I remember 
asking my mother why she was so much lighter than the other kids in the 
family.  She had told me that it was because Tammy's father was white, but 
she warned me not to say anything about it to her, since he and Tammy's mom 
had been through a messy divorce.

Anyway, just before my tenth birthday, I learned that Tammy and her mom had 
moved into the neighborhood.  My parents were elated, because it meant that 
instead of paying a stranger to sit with me when they went out on weekends, 
they could call Tammy, since she was family, had already done some 
babysitting here and there, and was known to be responsible.  Also, since 
Tammy was all of fourteen, my parents could also get away with paying her a 
lot less than they would pay an established sitter.

When I was told that Tammy was going to be my new sitter, I didn't have any 
real feelings about it, since I didn't really know her.  If anything, I was 
feeling somewhat jittery, because I thought that she might be extra strict 
with me, just to prove to my mom and dad how responsible she was.  But I 
hadn't seen her in a while and I was eager to see if she was still as pretty 
as I remembered her to be.

I was sitting on the sofa, opposite the front door, when the doorbell rang.  
When my mom opened the door, there stood Tammy, wearing tight blue jeans, a 
close-fitting tee shirt and a baseball cap but looking even more gorgeous 
than she had at the last family reunion, when she was all dressed up.  My 
little pecker immediately got stiff, and I had to make a quick move to 
rearrange it in my shorts before I got up to say hi to her.  I also, of 
course, wondered what it would be like to have a pretty girl like her go to 
the bathroom in my mouth.  But I knew I dared not approach her about it, for 
fear that not only my parents but the whole family would hear about what a 
little pervert I was.

So I was little Goody Two-shoes when Tammy sat for me that first night, even 
though I got angry at her when she made me go to bed an hour earlier than I 
normally did on the weekend.  But then I found out why.  After she checked 
in on me to see if I was asleep (which I pretended to be), she made a phone 
call and, about fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang and I heard the 
door open.  I snuck out of my bedroom, crept down the hallway, and peeked 
down the stairs to see who it was.  I was surprised to see Tammy hugging a 
tall, muscular, very dark-skinned guy, who looked to be about seventeen, 
while he held on tightly to her butt. Then, as I continued to watch, I was 
astounded to see clothes begin to fly everywhere, as they stripped down to 
their bare butts.  Then the guy picked Tammy up, laid her on the sofa and, 
after hooking her legs back with his arms, began to fuck her as hard as he 
could.

As their bodies slapped together violently, I was afraid he might be hurting 
her; but then Tammy yelled out, "Yeah, Jason!  Fuck me!  Fuck my pussy raw 
with that big dick!"

After going at it for about ten minutes, the guy suddenly cried out, "Fuck!  
I'm comin'!" and I watched with even more interest as he grabbed on to 
Tammy, plastered his body against hers and began to shake all over, while 
Tammy, her arms wrapped around his neck, held on to him like a life 
preserver.

"Oh, yeah!" she gasped.  "Give it to me, Baby!  Shoot your shit right up in 
my pussy!"

I wondered exactly what "shit" she was talking about, and I got my answer 
when the guy finally pulled out of her, and Tammy, her legs wide open, 
lifted up and placed a towel underneath herself.  As I strained my eyes, I 
was amazed to see a thick white liquid oozing out of her vagina and pooling 
onto the towel.

"Hey, don't forget to wash that thing out before they get back," said the 
guy, as he began to get dressed.

"What?  The towel or my pussy?" Tammy asked, giggling.

The guy laughed and, as he was crouching to tie his shoes, leaned over and 
kissed Tammy on the lips.  He then headed for the front door with Tammy 
right behind him, naked, still holding the towel between her legs, and 
hiding behind the door when he opened it to leave. Once he was gone, she 
returned to the sofa and used the remote to turn on the TV.  I knew if I was 
going to get Tammy to help sate my abnormal hunger, I needed to act right 
now, before she put her clothes back on.  So, taking a deep breath, I eased 
down the stairs and tiptoed over until I was standing right behind the sofa.

"Hey!" I shouted, and I grinned as Tammy, startled, jumped off the sofa, her 
eyes wide with surprise, and tried to hide her nakedness behind the towel.

"Derrick!  What the hell are you doing out of bed?!"

I looked straight in her eye, determined not to let her get the upper hand.  
"I saw you let that guy in...and I saw what you two did, too."

Tammy just stared at me, trying to read my face to gauge where I intended to 
go with this information.  Finally she said, "So what are you gonna do?  You 
gonna tell on me?"

I smiled.  "Maybe...maybe not.  It depends."

Now she smiled too, slowly, understanding.  "Alright, what's it gonna take 
to keep you quiet?"

"Well, first I wanna see what that white stuff he shot inside you looks like 
up close."

She looked at me and grinned.  "You mean you want to see his come dripping 
out of my pussy?"  I nodded.  After studying my face a while longer, she 
asked, "How'd you like to lick it out of me instead?"

I nodded again.  "Okay."

My response surprised me as much as it did her, because I had never even 
seen a pussy up close, much less licked one filled with come, and I wasn't 
sure that doing either would really appeal to me.  But I was feeling those 
same strange stirrings that I'd felt when I was about to watch Marky shit 
the first time, and since I was sure that they were what caused me to say 
"okay," I decided to see why they thought I would enjoy this new experience.

"Alright, let's do it," said Tammy.  "But let's go in your room.  All I need 
is for your folks to come home early and the first thing they see when they 
open the door is you eating my pussy."

Having said that, Tammy let the towel drop away from her tits and just held 
it between her legs while she went around gathering up her clothes and 
handing them to me.  When they were all in my arms, she looked at me, said 
"Come on," and began to run up the stairs with me right behind her, 
marveling at the way her very-light-skinned ass jiggled as she moved.

When Tammy dashed into my room, I ran in after her and closed the door, but 
she told me to leave it open, so we could hear if my parents came back 
early.  As soon as I did, the girl flopped face-up on my bed and propped her 
legs up before slowly separating her thighs.  She then reached down and 
spread her pussy lips open.

"Okay, D, get between my legs and get a good look at what my boyfriend left 
inside me.  But first take off your pajamas.  I wanna see what you look like 
too."

I pulled off my bottoms and top, and Tammy seemed delighted to see my little 
erection happily poking out.  I proceeded to crawl between her legs and 
stare at her snatch, which fascinated me.  It was sticky and pink, and I 
could clearly see a little lake of sperm sitting inside it, slowly leaking 
out, trickling into her ass crack.  I moved my face a little closer and 
sniffed, and the sharp aroma of hot pussy filled my nose.  Then, without any 
further urging from my cousin, I pushed my face between her legs and slipped 
my tongue into her twat.

"Ooohh!" Tammy said, flinching.  "Yeah, D, eat my pussy!  Lick that fuckin' 
come out of it!"

Suddenly the teenager let go of her pussy and grabbed the back of my head, 
ensuring that didn't go anywhere until she wanted me to.  I instinctively 
held on to her thighs as I continued to lap at her slit, digging my little 
tongue as far inside it as I could and scooping out semen, which I promptly 
pulled back into my mouth and swallowed.  For a moment, I recalled that 
image of Jason fucking Tammy, but now, instead of watching them from 
upstairs, I was standing right beside them, and as soon as Jason was ready 
to come, he pulled his dick out of Tammy's twat and thrust it in my mouth, 
shooting his whole load down my throat, while Tammy egged him on to empty 
his balls in "the little pussy's mouth."

But as much as I was enjoying my fantasy and eating Tammy's pussy, and as 
much as I liked the idea that I was apparently giving my cousin a lot of 
pleasure, I knew that I needed more from her.  So after eating her out for 
only a couple of minutes more, I gently pulled my head back and, smacking my 
lips, looked up at her.  Her eyes were pinched shut, but when she realized 
that I was not just taking a break but had stopped servicing her altogether, 
she quickly opened them and sat up.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

I smiled at her as lovingly as I could.  "Tammy, could I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Have you ever...like...peed in your boyfriend's mouth?"

I watched her mouth drop open; she was totally dumbfounded.  "No, of course 
not!  Why would you even ask me something like that?"

I paused then said, "'Cause that's what I want you to do to me."

At first there was just silence, as if a million thoughts were racing 
through Tammy's head as she stared at me with her mouth open.  Then she 
seemed to gather herself and, showing a little less shock, shook her head 
and said, "Wow.  You're just one big surprise after another, aren't you?"  
After that she smiled.  "Come on."

Getting up, Tammy rushed out the door and into the bathroom, and I, my face 
smeared with cunt juice and come, was again right behind her, again admiring 
the way her perfect ass shook as she ran.

"Okay, lay down in the tub," said Tammy.

I did and she quickly climbed in with me and squatted over my face.  Then 
she looked at me again and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want, D?"  
I nodded and she smiled.  "Then open your mouth."

Since I had never drunk piss out of a vagina and Tammy had never taken a 
leak in anyone's mouth, my whole head ended up soaked in urine, as it 
splashed all over my face and into my hair before she managed to properly 
position her pussy.  Once she did, she succeeded in peeing directly into my 
mouth, filling it rapidly, forcing me to gulp down one huge mouthful of piss 
after another, as the rank liquid continued to gush out of her.

"Fuck, yeah!" Tammy now yelled.  "Drink my piss, you little pervert!  Shit, 
this is such a fuckin' TURN-ON!"

I could tell by the intensity of her reaction that I had found a new convert 
to my kinkiness.  I just hoped I could get her to take that next step so she 
could be my new perv partner.  But I didn't want to rush things.  I knew 
that my eating her pussy and drinking her piss would lead her back here to 
sit for me again.  And I had the feeling that, with just a little extra 
prodding, I could persuade her to give me what I needed, especially if she 
were convinced that it would make me happy.

Over the next month or so, we developed a regular routine as sitter and 
sittee: Tammy would come over, my parents would leave, then she would wait 
about half an hour before calling her boyfriend. A few minutes before he was 
due to show up, I would hide in the hall closet with the door slightly ajar, 
giving me a perfect view of the sofa.  Then he'd come in and I'd watch 
closely as they fucked each other in every conceivable position.  When they 
were done, he would get dressed while Tammy held a hand towel against her 
pussy.  After she showed him out, she would scurry over to the easy chair, 
sitting back and hooking her legs over the arms, and I would burst out of 
the closet, kneel in front of her, and suck the come out of her cooze.  We 
would finish up in the downstairs bathroom, where she would piss down my 
throat.

After we did this about four times, I finally felt ready to tell Tammy what 
else I needed from her.  Fortunately her boyfriend made this even easier for 
me by changing up on Tammy at just the right time.

That Friday night, all was as it had been for the last few weekends, as I 
watched Tammy and Jason fucking.  But this time, after plowing her pussy, he 
flipped her over, mounted her and began to push his cock into her asshole.  
At first Tammy protested, complaining that he was too big and she was too 
small.  But Jason was persistent and Tammy was horny, and this combination 
led to my cousin getting fucked rather vigorously up her ass and loving 
every minute of it.  Naturally Jason ended up shooting his load in there as 
well, filling her rectum with sperm, and when he finally pulled out of her, 
I was excited to see her shit stuck to the head of his dick (though Jason 
seemed freaked out by it, yelling "Yuck!" and running off to the bathroom).

After Jason got dressed and left the house, Tammy came over and opened the 
closet door.  "Hey, D, I'm sorry.  I didn't expect him to shoot it up my 
ass, this time."
I just smiled.  "I still wanna lick it out of you."

She looked curiously at me.  "You don't mind licking me back there?"

"Not at all."

She smiled.  "I should've known better."  Then she walked over and got in 
the easy chair, this time on her hands and knees, crouching low, putting her 
butt way up in the air. While I had seen Tammy's asshole several times, I 
had never seen it looking like this before--deep pink and puffy with a 
brownish white stream dribbling out of it.  And when she flexed her 
sphincter a couple of times, it puckered open, and just like that first time 
with Marky, I could see the turd inside.  But as I was about to lean forward 
and feast on Tammy's shithole, she suddenly got up.

"Wait, D," she said.  "Before you lick me, let me go to the bathroom first, 
'cause I feel like I gotta go, and I don't want to accidentally go in your 
mouth."

"But I want you to."

Tammy turned completely around and stared at me, that stunned look back on 
her face.  "You mean, you want me to do THAT in your mouth?"

Returning her stare, I nodded.

She hesitated, then said, "I don't know if I can, D."

"Why not?  Didn't you just say you had to go?"

"Yeah, I do, but knowing your mouth is down there under me instead of the 
toilet, I don't know if I'll be able to do it."

"Well, could you at least TRY?  'Cause I REALLY want it."

"And if I do it, what are you gonna do?  Eat it?"

I nodded; she frowned.

"But aren't you afraid it'll make you sick or somethin'?"

"No, 'cause I used to do it with my friend Marky."

"You mean you used to eat his SHIT?" she asked, suddenly intrigued.

Again I nodded.

Still staring at me with her mouth open, Tammy just shook her head.  After a 
while, though, she began to smile.  "Wow.  Like I said before, Kiddo, you 
are REALLY full of surprises."

"So will you PLEASE do it for me, Tammy?  PLEASE?"  I could tell that I was 
getting to her, that her curiosity and desire to please me were slowly 
melting her resistance, so I wasn't surprised when, after a while, she gave 
in.

"Okay, you little pervert, if that's what you really want.  But if you get 
sick, don't blame me."

So into the bathroom we marched.  Once again I lay in the bathtub and once 
again Tammy squatted over my face, only this time she faced away from me, 
saying that it would be easier for her to go if she were not looking right 
at me.  As I stared up at my cousin's winking anus, it occurred to me that 
this would not only be my first time eating a girl's shit but also my first 
time eating it after her boyfriend had fucked her up the ass, and my 
depraved psyche was eager for the dual experience.

"Okay," Tammy sighed.  "I think I'm ready, so open up your mouth."

As soon as I did, I saw Tammy's poop chute relax, blossoming open to release 
a big sticky gob of sperm, which hung from her anus in a long, lazy strand 
before finally dropping into my mouth.  I caught it on my tongue, swallowed 
it, and immediately opened my mouth again, preparing myself for whatever 
else was hidden in my cousin's colon.  After spitting another thick blob of 
shitty sperm in my mouth, Tammy's asshole pursed wide open and, before I 
knew what was happening, a series of small semisoft turds plopped into my 
mouth, nearly filling it before the girl clamped her sphincter shut.

My mouth was brimming with Tammy's shit, so much that I could barely move my 
jaws to begin to chew it up.  But I was in heaven.  The powerful smell of 
her bowel movement, along with the thick, gritty texture of her turds, 
reminded me of Marky, and I could feel my pecker getting harder as I closed 
my eyes and immersed myself in the vile act.

"Oh, my God!" I suddenly heard, and I opened my eyes again to see Tammy 
staring down at me with a look of total disgust.  "That's the nastiest thing 
I've ever seen.  How can you eat it like that, D?"  And she actually heaved 
couple of times, as if she were about to throw up.

As much as I wanted to answer her question, I'm glad that I couldn't, 
because I wouldn't have known exactly what to say.  How do you explain a 
shit fetish when you're ten years old?  So I just looked her in the eye, 
enjoying the frown on her face as I chewed on her shit and impressed that, 
despite her disgust, she continued to watch me do it.  In fact, we 
maintained eye contact for the whole two minutes it took me to finish eating 
her shit, and she continued to look at me, still frowning, when I stuck out 
my shit-coated tongue to show her that I had indeed swallowed it.

"So how'd you feel about doin' that to me?" I asked her.

Tammy hesitated then said, "I don't know.  It was foul.  The foulest thing 
I've ever done. But I have to admit it kinda turned me on, too."  She 
cracked a little smile.  "So I guess that makes me as perverted as you, 
huh?"

I smiled.  "I don't know.  Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't.  I won't know 
for sure till you give me the rest."

She looked at me with surprise.  "You mean you want ALL of it?"

I nodded.

Tammy just smiled again and shook her head.  "Damn!  This sure is a fucking 
day to remember. First my boyfriend fucks me up the ass, then I take a shit 
in my little cousin's mouth.  I wonder how many other babysitters this is 
happening to tonight."

"Probably not a whole lot," I said, chuckling.

Tammy kissed at me on the cheek then turned around and again squatted over 
my face.  This time I didn't have to wait for her to relax.  Her anus 
immediately opened up and the remainder of her shit came spiralling down 
into my mouth so fast I almost choked.  But I quickly caught up with it and 
gobbled it all down, smiling inside that I had managed to hook my deviant 
fingers into my cousin and yank her over to the dark side.

Nearly every weekend after that, for almost a year, I got to drink Tammy's 
piss, eat her boyfriend's come, and slurp down her shit.  Then, much to my 
chagrin, she was admitted to an exclusive prep school in Maine, upon which 
she stopped babysitting, packed her things, and moved up there, where she 
lived in a dorm with a bunch of her schoolmates.  I was certainly happy for 
her, but once again I had lost a scat partner, so I couldn't help feeling 
great sadness.  We did correspond for a while, writing nasty letters to each 
other, but it didn't make up for having her here with me.  And now that I 
was almost twelve years old and reaching puberty, I was hornier and hungrier 
than ever.

Then one Friday night, as I lay in my room sulking, I heard the doorbell 
ring and my parents heartily greeting someone.  I prayed they'd just 
entertain whoever it was and not bother me, but soon I heard my mom calling 
me to come downstairs.  When I did, I was very surprised to see Jason, 
Tammy's boyfriend, standing there, looking very macho in a pair of tight 
white jeans and a white muscle shirt, both of which contrasted highly with 
his dark skin.

After introducing us (with both Jason and me doing a pretty good job of 
pretending we'd never met each other before), my dad explained how Jason had 
just started attending the local community college and was looking to earn 
some extra money on the weekends by babysitting.  My mom added that he had 
come highly recommended by Tammy, which made me smile, since she had 
mentioned nothing to me in her letters about any of this.  I also had no 
idea whether she had told Jason about me or what she and I had done.  But 
even if she hadn't, I still felt good about having someone familiar sitting 
for me while my parents were out doing their thing.

As soon as they gave Jason some final instructions and phone numbers, my 
parents were out the door.  Jason and I just stood there staring at each 
other, until we heard them drive away, after which he smiled at me and began 
to nod his head.

"What?" I asked.

"You KNOW what," he said, his smile morphing into an evil grin.  "Or maybe I 
should start by asking you just how much of my come you ate over the past 
year."

I remained silent, but I felt my whole body begin to tingle.

"Yeah, Tammy told me all about you, you little freak."

"Y-you're not mad at me, are you?"

"No.  Far from it.  In fact, I wish she'd said somethin' before she went to 
school, while we were still kickin' it over here.  'Cause I like to freak 
sometimes too, and it would've been cool to have you join us."

Right away my heart began to race and I could feel my dick, which was now 
all of four inches long, begin to stiffen.  But I was too stunned by his 
admission to say anything.

"What's the matter, little man?  Cat got your tongue?"

"No--I mean...well...it's just that--"

"I know.  You're surprised by all this, right?"

I nodded.

"And you're not exactly sure about me, right?"

Again I nodded.

"Well, let's start slow," Jason said, and he reached down and slowly 
unzipped his fly.  He then reached in and, after fishing around, pulled out 
this huge semi-hard dick.  Afterwards he just let it lay there, stark and 
striking again the white of those jeans, while he stared at me.  "I have to 
take a major leak, but Tammy told me not to go to the bathroom.  She said 
there's a special toilet I should use that only you and her know about.  Is 
that true?"

Now breathing heavily, I nodded once more.

"Well, if you show me where it is, I promise to piss every single drop right 
in it," the teenager said, as he continued to stare at me, smiling.

I felt as though every iota of energy were draining out of me as I suddenly 
dropped to my knees, tipped my head back, and opened my mouth.

"Yeah," Jason said, chuckling. "That's where she said it was."  He walked 
right up to me and stuck the head of his cock in my mouth, while holding on 
to the shaft.

Jason wasn't kidding about having to take "a major leak," because the moment 
I closed my lips around his dick, a rush of piss suddenly flooded my mouth, 
forcing me to gulp it down to keep from strangling.  And it just kept coming 
and coming, as if he hadn't peed for a week but had somehow managed to store 
it all somewhere in his body, and now he was releasing the whole thing right 
down my throat.

"Yeah, drink my fuckin' piss, you little freak!" shouted Jason, who was now 
holding on to my head with both hands.  "I drank a whole fuckin' six-pack 
before I came over...just so I could give it to you!"

His dominance meshed nicely with my submissiveness, and as I continued to 
slurp down his piss, I actually appreciated the fact that Jason had made 
special preparations just to use me.  I also thought that this had to be the 
strangest way that any kid had ever gotten his first taste of beer, and I 
wondered if there were enough alcohol left in Jason's piss for me to get a 
buzz.

By the time Jason had emptied his bladder I could barely hold his dick in my 
mouth, because it had grown so big.  I knew what was coming next, and I knew 
that it would be nothing like when Marky had done it to me, because there 
was so much more dick for me to negotiate.  But I also knew that I wanted it 
from Jason, because a part of me needed to fulfill that fantasy I'd had 
about him when he was fucking Tammy.

"Hey, little man, you ever been fucked in the mouth before?"

"Uhn-nh," I lied, shaking my head while still holding his cock between my 
lips.

"Well, get ready for it now, 'cause I'm horny as hell, and since we're the 
only ones here, and I don't think I can get in your ass, your mouth is the 
only hole left."

Right after saying this, Jason unbuttoned his jeans and carefully pulled 
them down his legs and off his feet, never once dislodging his dick from my 
mouth as he did this.  Since, in preparing to piss in my mouth, the teenager 
had pulled his dick and balls over the elastic band of his boxer shorts, 
rather than through the fly, all he had to do now was pull them down and 
kick them off too.  He then peeled off his muscle shirt, giving me an 
up-close-and-personal look at his well-developed upper body, and the "little 
sissy boy" in me could see immediately why he appealed to my cousin so much.

"Okay, boy, you ready?" Jason asked, as he again grabbed the sides of my 
head.

While I don't think it would have mattered how I answered, I nonetheless 
gave a go-ahead nod, held on to Jason's thighs, and waited for my bronco 
ride to begin.

And what a ride it was!  I quickly learned that it's impossible to swallow 
your saliva or catch even a breath of air through your mouth when a ten-inch 
pole in being shoved down your throat.  I also discovered that, besides your 
throat, your face gets a pretty good workout too, from pubic hair brushing 
against your nose to balls bouncing off your chin.  But, most importantly, I 
found out that a handsome eighteen-year-old college freshman could get just 
as excited fucking a twelve-year-old boy's mouth as he did banging a 
fourteen-year-old girl's pussy.

"Yeah, suck that cock, little man!" Jason panted.  "Oh, shit!  Oh, shit!  
I'm comin'!  Take it, little man!  Take it all in that pussy mouth!"

Before I could muster any resistance, Jason used his muscular arms to pull 
my head hard into his crotch, jamming that thick, hard cock as far down my 
throat as he could get it, as he shivered through an orgasm.  I could feel 
his dick pulsating like a quick-beating heart, and I moaned when I felt a 
river of gooey come spurting into my throat.  After pumping spunk into me 
for several long seconds, Jason finally began to relax, upon which he pulled 
his shrinking cock out of my mouth.  It had been lodged in my throat so 
tightly that it made a little sucking noise when it came out, and my sudden 
ability to breathe again made me cough, causing little streams of sperm to 
run out of my nose. But if Jason saw this, he didn't say anything about it.  
He was already ready to move on to the next phase.

"She said she did the other thing in your mouth, too.  Is that true?" he 
asked.

"Uh-huh," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

He frowned and shook his head.  "How old are you again?  Twelve?"

"Yeah.  Why?"

"'Cause I'm tryin' to figure out how such a little guy like you got to be 
such a big fuckin' freak."

I just looked at him, annoyed that he was choosing to call me names instead 
of just giving me what he knew I wanted.  But Jason seemed to pick up on my 
aggravation, because he then asked, "What?  You think I won't drop a bomb in 
your mouth, too?"

"No," I said, "'cause if you was, you woulda already done it, instead of 
just talkin' about it."

"Oh, yeah?" Jason said irately.  "Well, come on in the bathroom, you little 
fuck.  I got somethin' for your freak ass."

As I followed Jason into the downstairs bathroom, I was thrilled that I had 
been able to goad the eighteen-year-old college student into crossing that 
dark bridge.  But now I was afraid that, in getting back at me for 
challenging him, he would give me more than I could handle.  Then again, I 
figured, since I had managed to endure having my mouth raped by that third 
leg of his, eating his shit couldn't possibly be as much of an ordeal.

Fortunately I was right.  As Jason squatted over my face in the bathtub, I 
was fascinated with the way his smooth black skin contrasted with the 
tan-colored turd pushing out of his asshole, and I eagerly followed its 
short journey into my mouth.

"Eat my shit, you freaky little fuck!"

Since Jason's turd was somewhat soft, having the consistency of thick 
oatmeal, I was able to swallow it fairly easily.  In fact, I think I 
surprised him when, only a little while after he started shitting, I 
actually pressed my lips over his asshole, taking his shit directly down my 
throat.  I also started making some of the most awful sounds I could come up 
with, as if I were struggling mightily to eat what the teenager was feeding 
me, because I knew it would turn him on if he felt he was forcing me to eat 
it.  And, indeed, by the time I had scoffed down the last of Jason's 
shit--dramatically snatching my head away from his ass and gasping loudly 
for breath--I wasn't at all surprised, when he turned around, to see him 
sporting a brand-new boner, which he promptly stuck in my mouth.

"Fuck!  Take it, freak!  That's some cream for your fuckin' chocolate!"

Suddenly there was an explosion of wet stickiness all over my tongue.  
Because the head of Jason's cock was right inside my mouth this time, 
instead of stuck down my throat, I was able to taste his sperm, and as I 
swallowed it, images of eating Tammy's pussy flooded my brain.

Jason continued as my sitter for the entire first semester of his freshman 
year, using me as a toilet and fucking my mouth every time he showed up.  I 
was comfortable in my role as a bottom and was pleased that I had gotten 
Jason to expand his role as a top.  He was now also doing things like 
farting in my nose, pissing all over me, and shitting on my face then 
forcing me to wear it for hours before finally stuffing it in my mouth and 
making me swallow it.  But, try as I might, I was unable to take Jason's 
ten-inch cock up my ass, though we had attempted it several times.  While 
Jason didn't really seem bothered by this, it frustrated the hell out of me, 
because I wanted to please him in the same way that my cousin Tammy had.

Then, as Jason started the second semester of his freshman year, things 
changed.  The very first night he came over, right after my had parents 
left, he made a phone call.  When he hung up, I asked him who he had called 
and he said, "A friend of mine." Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and 
Jason opened the door to let in this gorgeous Hispanic girl, who looked to 
be around sixteen.  About the same complexion as my cousin Tammy, she was 
also built a lot like her but more developed, as her tits and ass stuck out 
prominently, and her long, wavy dark hair came all the way down to her 
waist.  Watching her and Jason hug and kiss made me feel a little 
jealous...for Tammy.  But I knew from my cousin's letters that she wasn't 
exactly sitting on her hands on the weekends either, so I didn't dwell on 
this.

After the two of them finished greeting each other, the girl, whose name was 
Veronica, looked over at me and, smiling, headed in my direction, saying, 
"And you must be Derrick! Oooo! You're a real cutie pie!" And she pinched my 
cheeks harder than I expected her to.  "I can't believe someone as cute as 
you would do all those terrible things Jason told me about."

I just stood there feeling completely exposed, but that feeling went away 
immediately when Veronica kissed me full on the lips, snaking her tongue 
into my mouth.

"Don't worry, Papicito, I won't tell nobody.  It'll be our secret.  But I 
gotta know--Did Jason really go to the bathroom in your mouth?"  I nodded.  
Then she asked, "Number one AND number two?"  I nodded again.  "And you 
LIKED it?"  Third nod.  She held my cheeks in her hands and, with her brow 
just slightly furrowed, whispered, "So can I do those things to you, too?"  
Smiling, I nodded a fourth time, upon which she took my arm and, sounding 
very much like Tammy, said, "Come on.  Lead the way."

With the two teenagers in tow, I walked into the downstairs bathroom and 
stripped off my clothes.  Veronica and Jason followed suit and by the time 
we were all nude, there was a big pile of clothes on the toilet.  What 
struck me immediately was how much hairier Veronica was between her legs 
than Tammy.  She also smelled different--not better, not worse, just 
different--and as I lay down in the bathtub, I was eager to see how her piss 
and shit tasted.

Though, according to Veronica, this was her first time using anyone as a 
toilet, she was a lot less hesitant than Tammy had been her first time.  She 
eagerly squatted over my face, giving me a good close-up look at her hairy 
snatch.

"Papicito, I gotta pee real bad," she said.  "You think you can handle it?"  
I nodded.  "Good.  Open your mouth."

I did, and when I glanced to the side I saw Jason.  He was kneeling on the 
floor, holding on to the side of the tub and peering at me with a stupid 
smile on his face.  Suddenly everything disappeared, as Veronica's long hair 
covered my face at the same time that her pussy covered my mouth.  Jason 
quickly grabbed up her hair, sweeping it back and holding it to the side, so 
we would all have an unobstructed view of the proceedings.

"Okay, Papicito, here it comes."

At first just a tiny stream of pee trickled out of her pussy, but this flow 
quickly turned into a deluge and, within seconds, a torrent of hot piss was 
gushing into my mouth, forcing me to swallow repeatedly to keep it from 
overflowing.

"�Ay, Dios m�o!" Veronica moaned.  "Take it, Papicito.  Drink my pee pee."

"Yeah, drink her fuckin' piss!" Jason shouted.  "Show her what a little 
freak you are!"

Somehow the fact that Jason was not only watching me drink Veronica's piss 
but urging me on to do it made me especially horny, and the more I pee 
swallowed, the harder my pecker got.  After what seemed like half an hour, 
Veronica finally finished urinating in my mouth and began to fuck my face, 
repeatedly dragging her clit over my nose, lips, and chin, covering me with 
pussy juice, as she rode my head.  Back and forth she went, harder and 
harder, her moans increasing in pitch, until finally she parked her pussy 
directly over my open mouth, nearly smothering me.

"�Ayyyyyyy!" she screamed, and I could feel an acrid-tasting liquid 
squirting onto my tongue.

"Yeah, Ronnie, come right in his fuckin' mouth!" Jason yelled.  "Make him 
drink your pussy juice!"

So that's what it is, I said to myself.  I thought I may have tasted Tammy's 
pussy juice as well, but it was always mixed with Jason's come, so I wasn't 
sure.  But Tammy had never come in my mouth the way Veronica had, and I was 
grateful for the new experience.

"�Co�o!" Veronica gasped, as she lifted herself off my face.  "You ate my 
pussy real good, Papicito.  It's been a long time since I came like that."

"What about the last time we fucked?" asked Jason.

"I wasn't talking about you, Papi.  You know I come EVERY time with you," 
but right after she said this, Veronica shot me a look that told me she'd 
just told a little white lie.  Then she turned around and noticed my 
erection.

"�Ay, mira!  He has a hard-on!"  She turned back to me.  "You want me to 
suck you off, Papicito?"  I nodded.  "Okay, just stay right there."  And she 
moved back until she was kneeling in front of me then bent over and slipped 
my prick into her mouth, making me gasp.

"So, you little fuck, you LIKE that, huh?" Jason asked, stroking himself as 
he watched his girlfriend give me head.  "I KNOW you didn't get none from 
your cousin, 'cause it was hard to get her to do that shit."

I pondered this and realized that Jason was right.  Only once had Tammy paid 
any real attention to my dick, as hard as it always was, and then she had 
given it just a few quick licks.  But I'd never thought much about it, since 
I was so much more interested in having her go to the bathroom in my mouth.  
Only now could I see what I'd been missing, for Veronica was doing something 
absolutely magical to me with her lips and tongue, stimulating my whole 
nervous system, making me feel like I was going to faint.  And while I was 
certainly familiar with the feeling of having an orgasm, since I had jacked 
off many times, that feeling was nothing like the one I had when Veronica 
got me off.  Suddenly my whole body went stiff and, with my eyes closed 
tight, I began to shake uncontrollably.

"Ahn!  Ahn!  Ahn!" I squealed, and I found myself spreading my toes and 
trying to dig my fingers into the bathtub as my pecker throbbed inside 
Veronica's hot mouth; then, a couple of seconds later, I heard Jason groan 
and felt something wet and sticky plopping all over my face, which just 
caused my head to swim even more than it already was.

"Yeah, TAKE it, you little fuck!" Jason suddenly yelled.

"Mmmmmm!" I both heard and felt Veronica say, and although my eyes were 
still closed, I was sure that she was reacting to her boyfriend shooting his 
load on me.

It took a few minutes for the real world to come back to me, and even when 
that started to happen, I still felt myself jerking spasmodically, as 
Veronica continued to hold my softening prick between her lips.  Finally she 
let it go, immediately turning her attention to Jason.

"Why you came all in his face like that, Papi?"

"'Cause he's a little pussy, that's why," Jason said; then, after a pause, 
he added, "and I wanna watch you lick all that shit off him."

By now I had opened my eyes enough to see Veronica smile and say, "Shit, 
Papi, I didn't know you was THAT freaky."

"Yo, what can I say?  The little fuck brings out the worst in me."

Veronica leaned forward with her tongue sticking out, but I retreated, 
holding up my hand. "Wait."

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Before you do that, I wanna see."

She looked confused.  "See what?"

Jason laughed.  "He wants to see the come on his face.  Right, freak?"

I nodded and, without a second thought, Jason reached in the tub, lifted me 
out, and stood me in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the back 
of the door.

"Go ahead, freak.  Get your fill."

And get my fill I did, carefully checking out my spermed-up face from 
several different angles.  Because I had always taken Jason's loads straight 
down my throat or licked them out of Tammy, I had no real idea just how MUCH 
he ejaculated when he came, and the fact that nearly my whole face--my 
forehead, my eyelid, both cheeks, my nose, lips and chin, even my neck--were 
covered with big sticky globs of semen amazed me.  I just hoped that one day 
I too would be able to come like that.

When I looked past my own reflection, I saw that Veronica had gotten out of 
the tub and was standing beside Jason behind me.  They seemed fascinated by 
the depth of my fascination of my spunk-covered mug.  Smiling, I finally 
turned around, only to have Veronica come up to me, hold on to my shoulders 
and begin to lick the come off my face, as Jason moved in for a close look.  
She was as thorough doing this as she was at sucking my dick, taking her 
time, carefully laving her long tongue over the entire surface of my face 
then along my neck and back up to my face again.  Then she thrust her tongue 
in each of my ears and, after getting them nice and wet, held my face in her 
hands and stuck her tongue up my nose, wiggling the tip first in my left 
then my right nostril. She finished up by giving me a deep French kiss, 
sharing both snot and sperm with me as she sucked on my tongue.  By the time 
she was done, Jason and I both had hard-ons again. Veronica pulled back, 
smacked her lips, and smiled.

"You ready to eat my dootie now, Papicito?"

I smiled back and nodded.

"Okay, let's get back in the bathtub."

I scrambled back in the tub, eager to have this beautiful girl feed me her 
shit. I had gotten so used to having Jason's black ass hovering over my face 
that it was weird for me to look up and see Veronica's very light ass in its 
place, for it brought back memories of Tammy.  And I was once again excited 
by the flip-side contrast between shit and ass that I had often experienced 
with my cousin, as a dark brown turd began to emerge from the expanding hole 
between Veronica's smooth light-skinned globes.

"Can you see it, Papicito?"

"S�," I said.

Veronica giggled.  "Hey, that was good!  I'm gonna have you speaking Spanish 
real good, pretty soon."

Even at my age I was able to see the irony in her saying that while, at the 
same time, making it impossible for me to speak at all, as her turd dropped 
into my mouth.  Like most of the other shit I'd eaten, Veronica's had a 
strong smell but a relatively bland taste.  I DID, however, detect something 
different, because my mouth was beginning to tingle, leading me to believe 
that I was tasting the leftovers of whatever spicy food Veronica had eaten.  
This stimulated me, and I found myself hurriedly chewing up and gobbling 
down her turd, spreading that tingly feeling to every corner of my mouth as 
I waited for my next serving.

"Damn!" Jason remarked, standing over the bathtub and stroking himself as he 
watched us.  "I can't believe how fuckin' fast he ate your shit!  You got 
any more for him?"

"Yeah, Papi, I still gotta go."

"Good.  Go ahead and shit the rest in his fuckin' mouth."

Right away, Veronica's asshole blossomed open again and another dark brown 
turd appeared, growing longer and longer until it had completely bridged the 
four-inch gap between her anus and my mouth and was pressing against my 
tongue.

"Fuck, that looks nasty!" said Jason, now vigorously pulling on his prod.

I watched as Veronica closed her sphincter, allowing the big piece of shit 
to fall into my mouth.  Closing my eyes, I slurped it down quickly, nearly 
swallowing it whole, because I knew there was more to come.

"So how's my dootie taste, Papicito?  You like it?"

"Mm-hm," I responded.

"Good, 'cause I got a little bit more for you before I'll be finished.  You 
can take it, right?"

"Yeah, that little freak can take ANYthing," Jason said before I had a 
chance to answer her.  "Just make like you sittin' on the toilet."

Once more I watched Veronica's asshole open up, and while there was a lot 
more shit than just the "little bit" she had mentioned, I managed to swallow 
it all, enjoying all the while what had escalated from a tingling to a 
burning sensation in my mouth, as though I'd eaten Tabasco sauce.

I was about to lift my head to lick the leftover shit out of Veronica's ass, 
but before I could, there, out of nowhere, was Jason's dick, super-hard and 
leaking, poised over my face and nosing into the sixteen-year-old's poop 
chute.  It was an odd sight; it looked like one of those fat turds that I 
had just finished eating was being stuffed back up her ass.  I was still 
trying to figure out just how Jason had maneuvered himself around in the 
bathtub to get into a position to bang Veronica's butt when I heard her 
gasp.

"�Ay, Papi!  What you doing?!"

But Jason never answered, I guess because it quickly became evident what he 
was doing, as I watched his cock rapidly disappear into Veronica's anus.  I 
had a ringside seat to the ass fuck, and I took full advantage of it as I 
watched Jason jam his joint up the cute teenager's shitter, repeatedly 
planting his pole into the farthest recesses of her rectum, as his balls 
slapped against her slit.

"�Ay, Dios m�o!" Veronica panted.  "Fuck my ass, Papi!  That shit feels so 
fucking good!"

It was still hard for me to imagine how having ten inches of hard dick 
shoved up your butt could actually feel good, since my brief exploration of 
anal sex with Jason had been so painful.  But I was hoping that one day I 
would get to experience that pleasure.  Meanwhile I was enjoying what was 
going on right above my head.  And the sound was just as exciting as the 
sight.  It was as if I were listening to someone chewing noisily on a 
mouthful of food, as Jason's prod plowed through the leftover shit in 
Veronica's asshole. Just as he was about to come, though, he snatched his 
schlong out of her mucky hole and stuck it straight in my mouth.

"TAKE it, you little fuck!" he again shouted, and I was once more treated to 
"chocolate and cream," as Jason spurted yet another humongous load of sperm 
into my mouth.  I swirled his spunk, along with Veronica's shit, around in 
my mouth before, with a smile, I gulped it all down.

Well, it shouldn't come as a surprise that the last half of Jason's first 
year at college turned out to be the best months of my life, at least up to 
that point, and I ended up drinking more piss and eating more shit than I 
thought was humanly possible.  I also swallowed quite a bit of come, both 
his and hers.  But, best of all, Veronica finally got me to where I could 
take Jason's dick up my ass, since she was eager to see him fuck me.  She 
did this by buying a tube of lubricant that she said was for used for dry 
pussies, filling my asshole with it, and slowly introducing one finger after 
another into me until, about a month later, she was easily able to slide 
three fingers all the way up my butt without hurting me. The weekend after 
that, she positioned some pillows on the armrest of the sofa then positioned 
me on top of them. It felt funny being bent over like that, with my head and 
chest down low, my ass way up in the air, and my feet just barely touching 
the floor.  Veronica squatted low right beside the sofa, bringing her face 
level with mine.

"Now you just lay there and relax while I get Jason ready, okay Papicito?"

I nodded and Veronica patted me on the head then moved behind me with Jason. 
  With the teenagers out of my field of vision and my butt poking out, I was 
feeling pretty vulnerable.  So I was relieved when I felt more lubricant 
being applied to my anus and Veronica reinserting her fingers.  I took long, 
deep breaths and focused on my prick, which was pressing into the pillows, 
as Veronica's digits traveled up and down my poop chute.  Finally she pulled 
them out, but before my asshole could close up, I felt it being spread apart 
and something smooth and hard pushing into it.  My sphincter not only let 
this new intruder inside but embraced it once it was.

"That's good, Papicito," Veronica called out to me.  "You already got the 
whole head inside you."

I then felt two strong hands grasping my waist followed by more pressure in 
my rectum, as Jason began to push the remaining eight and a half inches of 
his dick up my ass.  Slowly, inch by steady inch, the horny 
eighteen-year-old crammed his rod further and further into my shithole, 
forcing apart the walls of my anus to make room.  Soon he was in virgin 
territory, way past where Veronica's fingers had ventured, and I was having 
a hard time relaxing.  But Veronica either saw me tensing up or sensed my 
discomfort, because I suddenly felt her hand on my back, stroking me.

"Okay, Papicito, you doing good.  Just remember what I told you.  Push out 
like you're taking a shit.  That'll help you relax."

As soon as I heard her say this, I took a deep breath and pushed at my 
sphincter.  Right away, a sizable length of Jason's dick slid inside me, 
making me wince.

"Hold up, Papi," I heard Veronica tell him, and I was once again grateful 
that she was there to direct everything, because I was sure that if Jason 
and I had gotten this far on our own, he'd have just shoved the rest up my 
ass with no regard for how much it might be hurting me.  After about a 
minute, I had relaxed again and Veronica said, "Okay, Papi, now finish 
putting it in him...nice and slow."

Jason leaned against me again, and I could feel the head of his cock boring 
deeper into my bowels.  Finally I felt his balls pressing up against mine.

"Holy shit!" said Jason.  "I think I just hit bottom!"

It was true.  To my utter amazement, all ten inches of that imposing black 
whang were packed inside my asshole!  But I knew that this was only the 
first step, and I was again trusting Veronica to guide Jason's next actions, 
so his excitement about being in my ass wouldn't lead him to fuck me too 
hard too soon.

"Good, Papi.  Now just stay right there while I go talk to Derrick."  She 
came back around and stooped down, again getting face to face with me.  
"Hey, Papicito, how you doing?  How his thing feel up your butt?"  I nodded 
to let her know that I was okay.  "Now, don't you worry.  I'm not gonna let 
him hurt you."

Hearing those encouraging words relaxed me, and Jason had little trouble 
pulling all but the head of his cock out of my rectum.  Then I think 
Veronica must've put more of that dry-pussy stuff on his dick, because when 
he leaned forward again, it slid all the way back up my butt without a 
hitch, and I again felt his balls pressing up against mine. Then, as I 
continued to push at my sphincter, he once more withdrew, this time only 
about half way before he shoved it back inside me.  Before I knew it, he was 
fucking me as hard as he'd fucked Tammy and Veronica.

"Oh, yeah!" Jason moaned.  "This bitch got some tight fuckin' ass!"

As I lay there, I couldn't believe that the same enormous ten-inch pole that 
had only hurt me before was now plowing my poop chute like crazy, but what 
was even harder to believe was that, after a couple of minutes, I started 
ENJOYING it.  Part of it--a big part--was having a muscular teenager 
slamming into me, sweating on me, crushing me underneath him while ravaging 
my virgin hole.  But the other part was the same as when he had fucked me in 
the mouth--the idea that, at twelve years old, I could turn him on just as 
much as his girlfriends did.

"Oooo, Papi, now you REALLY busting his booty," Veronica purred. "That 
hiney's gonna be sore for a week."

While I clearly heard Veronica, I didn't care what the consequences of 
Jason's actions might be, because by then I was extremely horny, since, 
along with being fucked, I was also being unintentionally masturbated by the 
force of Jason's strokes, which repeatedly pushed my pecker into the 
pillows, and the combination was propelling me at warp speed towards an 
orgasm.

And judging by his heavy breathing and the way he was hammering me, Jason 
was just as close as I was.  Sure enough, after another thiry seconds or so 
of plugging my butt, Jason gasped loudly and stiffened, thrusting his ramrod 
as far up my ass as he could, then began to shake spasmotically.

"Fuck!  I'm comin'!  Take it all, you little pussy!"

I could feel Jason's tool throbbing madly inside me and my own sphincter 
pulsating in reply as the eighteen-year-old blasted his load deep into my 
bowels.  My dick was also throbbing, and while I had not, up to this point, 
had anything other than a dry come, this time I knew that something had 
squirted out of me, because both the pillow and my stomach were wet.

So, with my newfound ability to ejaculate and my asshole as the latest 
avenue of exploration and entertainment, the next year of Jason's 
babysitting me turned out to be even better than the first.  He, Veronica, 
and I fucked and sucked in nearly every combination.  And, of course, I 
continued to serve as their personal toilet, even agreeing to eat Veronica's 
shit on that weekend she had diarrhea.  She was so impressed by my ability 
to choke down the horrible-smelling glop that, afterwards, she offered to 
let me fuck her pussy.  Oddly enough, despite all of my experiences, I was 
still technically a virgin, since my dick had only been in Veronica's mouth 
and, more recently, her ass.  So, as Jason sat masturbating in the easy 
chair, I fucked Veronica on the sofa, bouncing away on top of her until, 
ultimately, I spurted a watery stream of semen inside her vagina, as it 
contracted around my slim shaft.  And we immediately added this act to our 
repertoire, as well as having Veronica return the favor by fucking my ass 
with her strap-on dildo.

But all good things must end, and they did for me when Jason finished 
community college and was accepted at a four-year college in the mid-west.  
Veronica, who was eighteen by then, decided to go with him, so it would not 
be a matter of her taking over the babysitting the way he'd done when Tammy 
had gone off to school.  But by that time I was fourteen years old, and I 
managed to convince my parents that I was well beyond needing a sitter.  In 
fact, I told them that I myself could now be a sitter, reminding them that 
Tammy had started babysitting me when she was fourteen.  While there was 
some initial reluctance, my folks finally allowed me to do some limited 
babysitting on Saturday nights, agreeing to increase that time if I proved 
myself responsible and if my grades in school didn't suffer.

Well, talk about a kid in a candy store!  While I had certainly enjoyed 
being with Tammy, Jason and Veronica, the fact that I'd had my first scat 
experiences with Marky probably explains why I've always been partial to the 
scat of pre-pubescent children.  Somehow the idea that they are, as I had 
been, sexually immature, just starting to become aware of their own bodies, 
while doing something as perverted as pissing or shitting in my mouth, 
remains to this day a tremendous turn on for me.  So even though I was 
fourteen, I was beginning to crave those young, Marky-aged turds again.

Despite this hunger, it took several outings of babysitting for me to get up 
the courage to make my first approach, and for some reason--call it a gut 
feeling--I decided to proposition Cole and Dylan, the notorious Taylor 
twins, who had given fits to every sitter unlucky enough to enter their 
house.  Rambunctious seven-year-olds, they were always competing with each 
other, especially when it came to proving who was better at refusing to do 
whatever the sitter said.  But I was sure that I could use this sibling 
rivalry to my advantage.

It was only my second time sitting for them, and after a combination of 
negotiation, compromise and threats, I had finally managed to get the 
blue-eyed blond brothers settled down.  The three of us were stretched out 
on the living room floor, watching TV and eating popcorn, when Cole got up 
and started walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I gotta go poop," he said.

"Well, hurry up," said Dylan, "'cause I gotta poop too."

Right away my heart began to beat very fast, and I quickly got up and 
followed Cole down the hall.  Just as he was about to walk into the 
bathroom, I pushed past him, ran inside and shut the door.

"Hey, no fair!" he yelled.  "I said I hadda go first!"

I opened the door just a crack and said, "I'll let you go first if you 
promise to do something for me."

"What?"

"Instead of sitting on the toilet, I want you to poop in my mouth."

"Ewwwwww!" Cole said, frowning.  "GROSS!  I'm not doin' no nasty stuff like 
that!"

"That's okay," I said, as coolly as you please.  "I'll just wait for Dylan 
to go.  He already said he'd do it, but since you had to go first I thought 
I'd give you a chance to beat him to it.  But I should've known better than 
to ask a baby like you to do something so grown-up."

"I'm NOT a baby!"

But by then I had already left the bathroom and was on my way back to the 
living room. I managed, however, to take only a couple of steps down the 
hall before, behind me, I heard, "Wait!"

I stopped and turned around, trying my best not to smile.  Cole, still 
standing by the bathroom door, motioned for me to come back.  I did, 
following him into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.  The cute 
little blond didn't say a word; he just took off his slippers then shimmied 
out of his short and briefs, handing them to me.  He looked oddly beautiful 
standing there wearing nothing but his red and blue striped tee-shirt, with 
his two-inch pecker sticking out underneath.  Smiling, I pulled the 
tee-shirt over his head, leaving him nude, then took off my own clothes, 
deliberately leaving my drawers for last then slowly pulling them down to 
reveal my erection, which was so hard it was standing straight up.

"Wow!" Cole said, his blue eyes wider than I'd ever seen them.  "Yours is so 
BIG!"

At five inches I wasn't all that big, but I know I must have seemed huge to 
Cole. I lay down in the bathtub and directed the boy to squat over my face, 
facing my hard-on, which was pointing at him.  After dealing with Tammy, 
Jason and Veronica for so long, it was very strange to look up and see this 
petite white ass hovering over my face.  I put my hands up, making a little 
seat for Cole's butt, and when he sat down, his whole hiney nearly 
disappeared, leaving me staring at the gently puckered hole that was his 
anus.

"Okay, Cole, go ahead," I said.  Surprisingly, I felt him relax right away 
and, two seconds later, a warm stream hit my chest, running down my torso, 
under my dick, and into my pubic hair.  At the same time, the little blond's 
asshole suddenly swelled wide open and a light-brown turd pushed out of his 
bowels, plopping thickly into my mouth.  It all happened so naturally, so 
innocently, as if the adorable twin had been taking a shit in somebody's 
mouth all his life; and this, combined with the fact that the taste and 
smell of Cole's bowel movement reminded me of my sessions with Marky, made 
me super-horny.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as I chewed up the seven-year-old's shit.  He had 
dropped his whole load in that one long semisoft turd, so I was able to 
smack on it at my leisure, perversely enjoying the feel of it mashing 
between my molars.

But in the midst of my munching, Cole suddenly stood up, climbed out of the 
tub, and walked over to the toilet.  At first I thought he still had to go 
and couldn't wait for me to finish eating what was already in my mouth.  
Instead he did something that, in retrospect, I wondered why neither I nor 
any of my previous scat partners had ever thought about doing. Tearing a 
length of toilet paper off the roll, he carefully wiped his ass; he repeated 
the process with a second piece of paper.  Then, instead of dropping them in 
the toilet, he brought the two shit-soiled wads over to the bathtub and, 
looking down at me with a combined smile and frown on his cute face, waited 
patiently for me to finish eating his shit.

Excited by what I knew was coming, I quickly swallowed the rest of the boy's 
shit then opened my mouth again as wide as I could.  Wrinkling his nose, 
Cole eagerly stuffed the toilet paper in my mouth; then he stared at me 
incredulously as I chewed it up and gulped it down.  When I finally opened 
my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him that both shit and toilet paper 
were now sitting in my stomach, he just couldn't contain his himself any 
longer.

"Ewwwwww!  Gross!" he said, his face all scrunched up. "You ate my poop AND 
the toilet paper!  You're the toilet mouth!"

"That's right," I said, "I am.  Now go get your brother so he can poop in my 
toilet mouth too."

By now, of course, despite how "gross" my actions were, Cole was so 
intrigued by the idea of a shit-eating babysitter that he dashed out of the 
bathroom and, less than thirty seconds later, practically dragged his 
confused brother through the door and over to the bathtub.

"I just pooped in his mouth and he ate it and now you need to poop in his 
mouth so he can eat yours too," Cole said without taking a breath.

Hearing what his brother had just said, along with seeing me lying naked in 
the bathtub, smelling of piss with brown stains on my lips and a full boner 
down below, must have overwhelmed Dylan, because for a minute he just stood 
there dumbfounded.  But a little prompting from his brother was all it took 
to ignite Dylan's competitive fire and, not wanting to be left out of 
whatever nastiness we had cooked up, he finally stripped, climbed in the 
bathtub, and took his position over my face.

Dylan's bowel movement was like an encore performance of Cole's.  The only 
difference was that, as I slurped it down, Cole was right there, watching me 
closely, while saying, "Yeah, eat ALL of my brother's poop, toilet mouth!"  
We then repeated the ass-wiping, toilet-paper-eating epilogue that Cole had 
so brilliantly come up with, and I delighted by the brothers' apparent 
disgust at my actions.

By now, though, I was DYING to get my rocks off, so I first asked the 
brothers if they knew what it meant when a guy's penis got hard.  
Surprisingly they did, and I was even more surprised to learn that they had 
been jacking each other off for a while, now.  But when I asked them what 
they knew about coming, the boys just stared blankly at me, looked each 
other, then turned back to me shaking their heads.  So I explained what 
sperm was and how guys changed sexually to produce it when they got to be my 
age.

"And there's this really cool game that teenagers play when they come," I 
added; then I deliberately paused, again tapping into their competitiveness 
as I said, "But I don't know if I should even tell you, 'cause I don't think 
you guys are old enough to play it with me yet."

"Yes, we are!" the twins said, almost in unison.  "We're good at games!"

I smiled.  "Well...okay, then, I'll tell you. It's like this: Whenever one 
of us is coming, the rest of us open our mouths and try to catch the sperm 
on our tongues. Whoever catches the most is the winner."

Cole and Dylan first looked at each other again, then Cole turned to me and 
said, "Well, I KNOW I can catch more than my brother."

"Can NOT!" said Dylan.

"Can TOO!" Cole retorted.

The back-and-forth eventually led to both boys kneeling together side by 
side in the bathtub with their mouths wide open, as I tugged on my tool.  
When I finally began to shoot my load, the boys nearly knocked each other 
over as they fought to get in the line of fire.  They ended up getting more 
sperm on their faces and in their hair than they did in their mouths; and as 
I gazed at the two of them kneeling there covered in semen, I wished I'd 
brought a camera, because that picture would have made the perfect entry for 
Pedophile Photo of the Year.

Having re-discovered my appetite for kiddy scat, I went on, for the next few 
years, to babysit not only the Taylor twins but nearly every 
under-ten-year-old kid in the neighborhood.  Usually all it took to get them 
to do my bidding was allowing them to stay up past their appointed bedtimes. 
  Afterwards, a nod, a wink, and mutual promise of "I won't tell if you 
won't" was all it took to ensure their silence.  But there was always some 
surprise--something unexpected--that came with my adventures, and the nicest 
one was always when some kid whom I was initially reluctant to approach, 
because I'd thought he/she would be the last one on earth to agree to take a 
shit in my mouth, turned out to be the very kid who was the most 
enthusiastic about doing it.

Take Shannon, for example, a nine-year-old redhead whose father was a major 
politico at City Hall and whose mother was one of the classiest women in New 
York high society.  She was staying with her aunt while her parents, who 
lived in Manhattan, were out of town.  Having babysat her only once, I was 
instantly convinced that the little freckle-faced fuck's adult-like maturity 
would never allow me to steer her into doing something so dirty.  But I had 
never had the pleasure of eating a redhead's shit, and by my third time 
sitting with Shannon, my burning curiosity finally pushed me to ask if she 
would feed me hers.  For a moment she just sat there staring at me, not 
really frowning but with her brow slightly furrowed.

"So are you, like, a child molester?"

"No, not really, because I don't want to have sex with you, I just want you 
to go to the bathroom in my mouth.  So I'm more like a pervert."

"But that's just a technicality, as far as the law is concerned," she 
patiently explained to me.  "If I called the police, you'd still be charged 
with molestation, child sexual abuse, sodomy and maybe even endangering the 
welfare of a minor."

Now I was REALLY sorry I'd said anything to her.  On top of that I was 
afraid she'd tell her parents about my little solicitation.  But Shannon 
must have seen the look of concern on my face, because after being so 
articulate about the various kinds of legal trouble I could get myself into, 
she calmly looked at me, smiled, and said, "But since I have to go anyway, 
I'll make a deal with you: I'll give you what you want if you give me half 
of whatever babysitting money my aunt is paying you."

I sat there flabbergasted, realizing that I had just been hustled by a 
fourth-grader.  But I admired her moxie, so I agreed to her terms.  
Fortunately the experience was worth every penny: Not only did she squat her 
cute little milky-white ass over my face and drop a chunky brown turd in my 
mouth, afterwards she gave me her piss as well, making it easier for me to 
chew up and swallow her shit.  And right before her aunt was due back, 
Shannon had me eat her pussy, telling me that it would make her sleep 
better.  By then I was so horny that I wound up busting my nut all over her 
stomach and hairless little cunt, making her ooh and ahh with excitement.

But even though my reputation as a reliable babysitter was affording me a 
regular supply of little girl and little boy scat, I was getting tired of 
the same old shit, so when I finally turned eighteen, I was eager to move 
away and start college, where I was hoping to set up a whole new network of 
kids to satisfy my perverse hunger.  This, however, was easier said than 
done.  I got so busy with classes that I wound up going two full semesters 
without eating a crumb of kiddy shit.  I was afraid that when the summer 
came, I'd wind up right back in my same old neighborhood, babysitting for 
the same old kids, eating their same old...well, you get the picture.  So 
instead of going back home, as my roommate had done, I decided to hang 
around and take a summer job.  The college offered various kinds of summer 
employment; naturally my pervy pursuits led me to choose work as a day camp 
counselor.  That would turn out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.


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