Perverts 'R' Us
An Extension For Life
By UK Snowy (Group sex, Child/adult, Anal, Scat)
The house was sunlit once Ken Foss arrived at the front door via the long winding leafy drive. A large Victorian mansion, it was imposing yet had a shroud of mystery about it as he pulled on the bell chain. He heard the light tinkling chimes and realized it was an electronic sound rather than the old style of bells. Ken recognized it as The Simpson's theme tune and decided the place was the residence of a young go ahead family.
Round the sides of the house thick foliage secreted the rest of the gardens matching the density of the surrounding shrubbery along the road. It took some time for anyone to open the door and Ken fussed with his clipboard and checked he had the correct papers on it. The occupants had made the appointment in response to flyers being returned for a room extension to be built in specialist construction. Not cheap and very classy, it would surely suit this rambling home. Ken wondered if they had a pool, as the firm did something superb over pools to suit the Victorian era.
The door swung open and he was confronted by a very old man, smartly dressed in casual clothes, but bent with a back complaint or similar. This must be Grandpa, Ken thought as he smiled and beckoned him in. He stepped into a huge hall with fine paneling and lovely Dutch master paintings, which also hung up the grand staircase which formed three sides of the hall. "Mr. Foss? he inquired and Ken nodded, shaking the proffered hand. "On time as requested," Ken answered. They had been very concerned about punctuality. The fact that they had asked for him personally intrigued him and upset the regular sales guy on this territory, but Ken was one of the best in the whole damn country and the boss told him it was his project. The wizened old man nodded and smiled. "Of course. Could I see your ID?" he asked pleasantly. Ken showed him and was then ushered through a labyrinth of wide passages, all equally as grandly decorated as the hall. He could hear excited children's voices echoing round the place, but didn't see any, but the echo heightened his anticipation of a pool and the chance of a further possible sale.
The place smelled of money too, raising Ken's expectations. Difficult to explain, but the pictures on the walls, bronzes on shelves, the tapestries, the chandeliers, the paneling all added up to taste and not inconsiderable expense. The old man opened a door and they went into an anteroom. A large cooler jug and glasses were the only items on a silver tray on a wide polished oak table. "Would you like a drink on such a hot day?" Ken nodded and took the glass offered and swigged the pleasant fruity cordial without a question. He took another half glass and thanked the old man.
"We will undress now," the old boy announced. "I beg your pardon?" Ken challenged. "You must undress Mr. Foss. It is our way," he said calmly as he stripped off his shirt. Ken noticed his walnut brown chest matched the color of his face. "I'm sorry, Mr. er...Jason. I'm here about the extension remember?" The old man had dropped his pants now, whilst sitting on a chair, kicking his sandals away. He nodded. "Precisely. I know that. We know that. Now please disrobe." With that he drew down his CKs, and stood, albeit crookedly, facing Ken but stark bullock naked.
Stunned, not only by the immediacy, but by the size of his genitals, Ken gasped. He knew he was well hung, but this was ridiculous. He saw Ken's wide eyed stare and chuckled. " From what I've heard, I'm sure that's not envy Mr. Foss. Now I think you'll find you'll enjoy your visit, but please disrobe now." Ken couldn't move, the old guy had a thick cock near down to his knees and balls the size of grapefruit and it fair made his eyes water just to think about them, never mind getting his kit off. "Bbbbb...ut. IIII don't understand," he babbled and what did he mean "from what he'd heard'.
"Ken, may I call you Ken?" Ken nodded hastily as the old fella stepped towards him, his massive collection swinging heavily. At the same time Ken took a faltering, shaky sort of step backwards. "This is not the first time you have seen a naked man is it?" the old man continued. "No, no, but today. Its the extension you called me here for." Ken said quickly, feeling very odd. His host was helping him off with his jacket and Ken was letting him. 'Precisely yes the extension. If you sit, I can help you with your trousers, while you undo your shirt." he countered. "I'll do my own trousers if you don't mind," Ken told him firmly. Why did he say that? He should have refused outright.
"I think you need some proper help," Jason said gently. For all of his crooked gait, he was quite agile and he walked lightly to a bell push and pressed it. Seconds later, the door opened and the most stupendously built naked young woman walked in with a wide sunny smile on her Asian features. She kissed Mr. Jason lightly on the lips and he patted her butt, then she turned to Ken. Her tits wobbled delightfully. They were very big yet uplifted, but didn't look to be silicone enhanced. Her nipples were a creation in themselves. It would need a tape measure to gauge them exactly but they were as black in the saucer wide areola as much as the jutting blebs that rose maybe half an inch. A very trim waist curved to voluptuous hips which framed the hirsute thatch of untrimmed black hair at her crotch. She was the hourglass figure you hear so many times applied to models and the like, yet she had full curves, not a bone marred her smooth chocolate colored flesh.
"This is Aysha Ken. She will help you while I go and attend to some matters," Jason told him as he left the room. Aysha came close and he could smell body and spicy food and her body warmth was incredible as she stood before him. Their eyes met and her smile remained as she knelt and grasped his belt. Ken was dumbfounded and meekly let her unfasten it and pull his slacks off, even raising his butt to make it easier. She gestured to his shirt and Ken found himself unbuttoning it and casting it aside as she removed his shoes and socks. He was so pleased he'd showered and dressed in all clean gear that morning.
Aysha silently indicated Ken should stand and he obeyed. She was such a looker he was lost in adoration for this dreamy dusky young woman, but soon he was lost in embarrassment as she dropped his M&S shorts and his dick sprung loose. He'd realized he was excited by her presence, but taken over by the speed of events and hadn't thought about the consequences. Her admiring eyes peeped up at Ken from beneath her lustrous thick black fringe as his cock waggled in front of her face. At half mast and rising, it looked good he knew and Ken wanted her to take it in her mouth and suck him dry.
But he was here on company business and had arranged a two hour appointment slot at this strange place. "Look Aysha, this all very good, but we must get on with the extension business, naked if it must be," he told her. She smiled and stood. Ken watched, lusting after her as she gathered up his garments and neatly folded them on the table. As she bent to tidy his shoes, he had a fleeting sneaky peep under her buttocks and saw to his mystification, some sort of decorative thing in her crack. Mystified he shook his head as she turned and glanced at his horizontal prick and grinned. He gestured as if to say "sorry can't be helped'. Silent words passed between them and he picked up his briefcase and meekly followed her swaying rounded brown butt into the corridor.
Again Ken heard children's voices and louder this time. They seemed to be behind the door they were approaching and he started to worry. Undulating young curves had preceded him for the few yards they'd walked and now his cock was waving about above the horizontal. He'd concentrated on the sway of her butt, the way her dark arse crease curved from side to side with each step. Her thighs wobbled so slightly and the light pigmentation at her heels was something that always intrigued and thrilled him whenever he saw colored women. But he was nevertheless worried. The point was, that it appeared he would be entering a room, which seemed full of children and he had a raging erection, which had a life of its own. Aysha turned and smiled, taking in his rampant sexuality with a glance.
She pressed a buzzer and a silence descended. Ken realized the silence had been absolute between her and Aysha since meeting, but now the whole house was slumbering apart from the regular tick of a grandfather clock along the corridor. They waited maybe a minute at the most, Aysha's delectable smile radiating goodwill and pure sex appeal as he self consciously breathed heavily and tried to think of what he would have for supper that evening. Too late, his dick stayed up as the door clicked and swung open.
"But the children?" Ken timidly whimpered, nodding down to his groin. Aysha gave a slight shake of her pretty head and frowned in a dismissive manner and ushered him in. The room was a large airy space at the back of the house. Old but quality furniture such as huge armchairs and sofas were spread around. A massive table stood at one end surrounded by dining chairs. Virtually the whole room was lined with bookshelves. Ornate mirrors adorned each wall and there was one huge gilded mirror over a lovely old fire-surround. Great bunches of fresh flowers graced tables and pedestals and in the fireplace.
Ken spotted the old man, lounged in a wing chair near the window and he smiled and gestured him over. There seemed to be a direct route to him between the chairs dotted around and he took it. He thought he heard scuffling and was that dust rising across the room? but there was no one but him, Aysha and Jason in the room. Nakedly Ken stood before Jason, taking in the aroused state of the old man's dick. It hung over the edge of his chair. He in turn looked straight at Ken's as Aysha opened the graceful French windows slightly. Ken watched her move silently around, wishing he could get the business done and fuck her rigid, until she left the room. 'She's a lovely girl eh Ken. Gets to you doesn't it?" he wheezed slyly, pointing at his cock. "Yes sure, lovely. Doesn't say much though," Ken countered, in a matter of fact way as to sway his mind from his obvious embarrassment. He'd never been in close proximity to another male when both in an aroused sexual state and he didn't like it. He must have been playing with himself Ken thought, to get like that before he entered. He was however relieved to find there were no children present, but there was a strange mood in the room. Of anticipation, of heavy undertones, of secrecy and controlled strength. It was as if other people were present.
"She can't talk, afflicted at birth, that's why," Jason told him, with a slight nod. Ken gasped and shook his head, blowing out his cheeks in surprise and apology. "Its OK. She's mine," Jason announced. Before Ken could query his words he continued. "Her parents gave her to me, they didn't want any girls, economics I'm afraid. Hard days eh?" he grinned. "Gave her, how can they?" The younger man spluttered at the outrageous idea. "Boys are desirable in India, China, those sort of places. They earn, girls don't," Jason added.. 'Not like the west.
Ken thought he heard a titter and whirled round, but the room was as eerily vacant as when he entered. "They can earn of course, but they need training and time and patience, all the things their families don't have," Jason told him. Ken concentrated and spoke. "Look Mr. Jason, I don't know what you're getting at, but I'm here on business, earning you know?" Jason took his point without answering. "So I'm naked, I'm aroused by your lovely companion yes, but I've only got...er.. an hour and a half before I must leave and there's lots to do and I must measure things...." A gnarled hand silenced him.
"I will give you the order, that I have decided, in fact some weeks ago. You are here to enjoy yourself, now please put down that case and relax," Jason said softly. His voice was almost hypnotic and when he said relax Ken noticed a change in the tone. He lowered the case and felt it taken out of his hand..
As Ken watched the child, the semi naked child put his case on a table, another child took his hand and guided him to a chair. He settled as indicated into the soft cozy furnishing as the youngster climbed onto his knee. Where the fuck they had come from he don't know, but the shock to the system was incredible. They were both Asian, they were both absolutely stunning and all that they wore was a lace trimmed white suspender belt and in one case white stockings, the other one black. As he stupidly puzzled over where you could buy such attire to fit such tiny girls maybe six or eight years old, the other one climbed onto his free knee and they giggled with the most refreshingly open faces and bright smiles. Ken nearly melted. They both wore flowery scents and their hair was brushed to a gloss and hung loosely round their faces.
"Arsaa has the white stockings, she is ten and Cunni who is six, is the other. They will pleasure you," said Jason. Before Ken could protest at such suggestive pedophilia, Arsaa reached down and grasped his solid todger. Cunni leaned back and took a glass from yet another child. He stared at this new apparition as Jason spoke. Ken had almost forgotten about his presence. 'Drink and enjoy. It cannot harm you and will enliven your senses and extend your sensations." Already dazed, he sipped at the proffered glass as he stared at the very black kid who held a silver tray.
Of more Caribbean stock, she looked sensational in an orange suspender belt and orange stockings. Her hair was beaded and her prominent lips shone bright pink. She looked about ten years old and was gorgeous. "That's Titilya, she is ten" came the distant voice of Jason. Ken wondered if her name was in any way connected to the fact that she already had two nicely formed buds high on her chest. He finished the drink. Arsaa clambered over him and straddled his crotch, belly to belly, holding his total erection tight against her back as if pressing it into her bum crease. She ground her crotch down on the hairy mound of his pubes and stroked his inflamed dick against her back as Cunni climbed on the chair arms and nimbly up onto the wings of the chair. As this vision of six year old loveliness maneuvered herself, Ken caught sight of another child emerge from behind a sofa near Jason. So they had been hiding behind the huge furniture all the time.
She looked very pale and of much more delicate features against the others, but Ken could see Oriental stock in her as she neared him. She was carrying a silver tray with some jeweled jars. Jason announced that she was Poosi and was eight. Ken lost sight of her as Cunni swung her body down over his face as if dive bombing her own face into his crotch. He came face to cunt with hers. Her tender little slit was on his mouth as she wrapped her legs round the back of the chair. He could smell her pussy, he could see her pussy and soon he was tasting her pussy as things started to happen to his cock. Then he noticed her arsehole. It looked quite gnarled and muscular, not at all the sort of conformation he expected to see on a six year old kid. He soon forgot the imagery as she elevated it at him, obviously wanting attention there too.. As Ken's nose rummaged into Cunni's arse, her own lips had curled round his knob.
They were in a classic sixty nine position, yet sandwiched between them was Arsaa who was still grinding her hairless slit onto his pubic thatch. Her anal crease rolled up on his rigidity, then down to be soothed on his fluffy pubes. Ken melded his tongue into Cunni's sweet slit, rolling it round her finely carved pussy, sucking on the total mound of her pudenda. He managed to get his hands round Cunni's suspended body and grasp her buttocks. Immediately she relaxed them and he spread them flat, watching her cunt open to reveal an intact hymen. Her piss hole was visible and he tensed his cock in a reaction.
Cunni sucked hard and then he felt a shuffling of bodies in his lap. His cock was being liberally anointed with some cream and as Cunni shifted her position so that he could see below her, Ken watched Arsaa, who was the biggest of three very small girls, raise over his smeared dick head.
Poosi's doll like hands could be seen holding his huge cock - Fuck! look at it, he thought. Its never been that erect before. His amazement increased as Arsaa settled slowly onto it. How could she? a kid, but she was. He gasped as a tightness he had never experienced enveloped it. Arsaa wriggled her butt as if she was a duck settling on her eggs. Ken felt his knob suddenly gain an entrance and the child halted as Titilya smeared more cream round their joining. To fuck a juvenile was something Ken had never desired, even thought about.
He was well used to seeing them running naked and playing nearby at the nudist clubs and beaches he frequented with his friends. Why, little Kathy, the cheeky little four year old often sat on his lap and even once she tickled his cock in play, but he'd never got aroused or tested his or her reactions with a gesture or touch. Her mother, the buxom and voluptuous Janice, one of his closest friends, was something else and he'd always lusted after her, but she was Joe's wife and anyway, Ken did OK for sex.
But sex with a child, surely not? Yet here he was enjoying the illicit fruit and watching Arsaa start to shove downwards. As his dick sank into her, Cunni had turned to face him and was kissing, caressing and cooing at his face. It was weird, she was so well versed in the things to do, how could she be only six. Each time as Arsaa rose, Poosi or Titilya smeared the cream onto her stretched orifice and Ken's ten inches. "Its lovely," he gasped, not able to contain his pleasure and the strange silence.
"We must all remain virgins, but we can pleasure you" chirped Cunni, with a cheeky grin before smothering him with kisses. Her rose bud lips slithered over his features as his brain nearly stopped. Virgins? How the fuck is Arsaa a virgin when shes fully impaled on his tool? The answer came too suddenly. 'You're in my bottom Ken," squealed a delighted Arsaa, turning to smile at him. She was so disarmingly beautiful in the matter of fact way she told him that her next words nearly drifted past him. "We are all virgins, but Daddy J makes us practice and we can't have babies this way can we?" she chuckled.
Daddy J? It must be Mr. Jason, the old guy. But how did he get away with it? And wh.......Ken's thoughts were cut off by Arsaa starting to plunge onto him. Cunni climbed down and helped Poosi support the anally shafted child as Titilya came to his side. He had time to see the truth of Arsaa's words as she leaned forward onto her friends and he saw his white, slippery cock piercing her ring.
The black girl bent forward and offered her breasts . She kissed him gently and he marveled at the soft pillow like texture of her lips. "You can feel my pussy while you suck my boobies," she whispered. Ken dropped his hand instinctively beside the chair and found her crotch. She immediately opened her legs as she bent over his face. He suckled greedily on her little buds, teasing her nipples to stand as he fondled her pubic mound. Her gash was sticky, but remembering the words of Cunni he didn't attempt to penetrate Titilya's tiny twat, preferring to stroke and imagine its beauty as he was thoroughly fucked. Then Ken thought if Arsaa takes it in the arse and they're all virgins, would Titilya do the same. He ventured a finger onto her rugged sphincter and heard the black girl sigh then push down onto his searching digit. His finger slid into her anus easily and he realized she must have greased herself as well as Arsaa and indeed his dick.
He was about to explode and tried to save his jism, not wanting the evil, illicit yet utterly delightful experience to cease. With only minimal tensing of his pelvic muscles, amazingly his cum bubbling stopped, yet he remained hard and rampant as the kid plunged onto him. She must be torn apart by now, he thought. Ken recalled the last time a girlfriend had let him bugger her, during her period. She hadn't been too keen on the idea and when he left her sore and bloody she went off him totally. He had enjoyed it though. Well blessed in the erectile tissue department of his penis and proud of it, he was in constant demand by girls.
"Would you like to try something else?" murmured Jason. Ken started to see the old man gazing down at him. Titilya was caressing his face, until Jason tapped her butt and she allowed Ken to answer. Still finger fucking her brown eye, he nodded. "You can trust us completely," Jason added, "But you must come through here." Ken watched the old man's stooped gait as the girls suspended their individual pursuits. Arsaa rose carefully off his turgid shaft and he saw his slimed, child arse plundering cock snap sharply onto his belly. Poosi squeaked and said "My turn now, goody." as she grasped Ken's hand and pulled him from the chair. His legs felt a bit funny, but Poosi's cheery smile enthralled him and put his unsteadiness to one side.
Surely she didn't want his cock up her poop chute too, he wondered. I'd break her in half he pondered, as she took him through a door where Jason stood and led him to an enormous circular bed in the middle of the room. It was a stark white, clinical sort of room, with lots of modern furniture, totally at odds with the house and what he'd seen so far. Ken couldn't give a fuck now. Jason had said he would get the business order, odd that, no haggling over price, what price? He was being pampered in the most lovely and erotic way by a bunch of sex crazed children and he was lapping it up. He felt a touch unsteady as he climbed onto the bed led by Cunni, Titilya and Arsaa. Poosi slipped away. As soon as Ken was prone on the strange crisp sheet that crackled with each movement, the three wrapped themselves round him as if they were snakes.
He was molested from every angle with lips, hands, feet, breasts, cunts and arses as the three young sirens caressed his young strong body. They slithered over him luxuriously and he was lost in a world of untold heavenly sensations. The mixture of skin textures, colorings and the weird addition of their stockings and belts made the whole experience fantastic. Even Arsaa's ravaged anus was thrust onto his mouth and he licked it as if it was newborn and never ever used. His cock wasn't caressed as such, yet it could hardly remain untouched with all the action, but it remained ever ready and heavy on his belly. The three children giggled and suspended movement for a moment as Arsaa and Titilya got their suspenders caught up in Cunni's tousled hair.
He heard a clap of hands and the three stopped their affections and looked across the room. Aysha appeared with Poosi, who was attired in an immaculate white wedding ensemble. The kid was led solemnly to the bedside and helped up, to stand at Ken's side. Jason came to Aysha's side and told her something. She turned her back on Ken and bent double, her legs wide apart and the enraptured salesman was treated to the spectacular and to him the most fascinating and exciting view of a female crotch. Her pubic hairs curled away, revealing a puffy wet gash, which peeked pink from between its outer lips of dark purple brown.
But above was the mystery button he'd seen earlier. A jewel encrusted knob seemed stuck to her sphincter and when she flexed her buttocks, it undulated and he could see it was on the end of something inserted into her anus. Her cunt was magnificent in its carnal beauty, but her pooper was even more interesting at the moment as Jason spoke. "Watch carefully Ken. Not many people have this pleasure and those to follow." The three girls on the bed squeaked with pleasure as Aysha flexed her ring even more. Poosi stayed silent, gazing on Ken's goggling face, ignoring Aysha.
The jewelled button moved suddenly, then more as Aysha started to strain. Ken could see her sphincter working as she pushed it out. "Fuck! he thought, she's going to shoot the fucking thing at me, he thought. For what reason? Jason's hand snaked round her butt as she pushed once more. With an almighty effort, the much wider flange of the butt plug suddenly exited her ring and the two inch diameter cone dropped into Jason's hand. Her arsehole was distended and greasy, but to Ken's great relief, nothing followed it when it looked like all sorts of things could tumble out of the slack looking orifice.
"They all wear them for eight hours a day Ken," explained Jason. "Part of our training," chirped the irrepressible Cunni. "I like it, but Poosi absolutely loves it," she grinned looking up at the solemn youngster in bridal wear. "You are going to help Poosi on her first time Ken. Relax and enjoy an experience you will never forget. They will help you. In the meantime Aysha and I will enjoy ourselves too," said Jason putting his arm round his so called property and making her kneel beside the bed. The old man sat and she took his huge slack todger in her mouth and sucked hard as Cunni and Titilya helped Poosi to move over Ken.
At first his face was enveloped in lacy underskirts, then the brightly smiled Arsaa popped under the folds and grinned at him. She sorted the frilly garments out and he was suddenly entreated to the perfect up the skirt view of Poosi. Her legs were now encased in virginal white stockings, with lacy tops and a white satin suspender belt. "See, she's wearing one too," chuckled Arsaa, pointing to the butt plug in Poosi's rear. Ken's eyes feasted on the delectable sight of her teeny little minge slit, so delicately carved across her pouch, leading to the bizarre sight of the red and gold plug sitting prettily between her buttocks. "Quickly look. Ken, Arsaa," called an excited Titilya. Ken and Arsaa were helped to emerge from under the wedding dress, just in time to see Aysha kneeling on the bed.
Daddy J, stood behind her, his crippled frame belying the menacing tool at his crotch. "My god!" gasped Ken in utter amazement, admiration and initial disbelief. Jason's cock had grown to elephantine proportions. It stuck out a full twelve inches horizontally. Self supported, it was about three inches in diameter and the knob was red raw. Thick veins traversed along it until they disappeared into the bulging dark sac, or sack, Ken mused that housed his globular testicles. The old guy just smiled and stepped nearer to Aysha. Cunni was smearing her butt with lotions and Jason just walked up behind her and shoved his grotesquely beautiful hammer headed cock into her arse.
There seemed to be little obstruction Ken noticed. Aysha's buttocks were working, Her arms were rigid props and her face shone with pleasure as she pushed back onto the great invader. Poosi urgently whimpered something and her dress was flounced back over Ken. She was helped to position herself over his face as Arsaa once more appeared under the lacy tent. "I've got to catch it," she giggled naughtily. Ken heard Poosi call out. "Can I Daddy J? Now can I?'
He didn't hear the reply, but watched the child's buttocks splay and tense in pulses that increased in pace as Arsaa squeaked little noises of encouragement. Poosi's arse muscles tensed and the plug slid easily into Arsaa's waiting hand. The child's pooper hole was huge, a red and purple bruised hole that was slick with untold liquids that accompanied the plug. Arsaa disappeared and Ken stared up at the graceful arch of Poosi's legs until he saw her flex once more. A knob, then a sausage, a long curling sausage of shit appeared from her bum and dropped onto his chest. "Urgh! Shes shitting on me," he yelped, but not attempting to escape. He wasn't being held.
Another sausage appeared, stiffer and shorter and that plopped down to join the first one, curled on his belly. Amazingly there was no smell, or at least no shit odor that he expected. The crap had a scent more than a smell. Earthy certainly, but not the pong he normally associated with a dump. Ken watched the fascinating spectacle as the little girl excreted three more turds onto his chest and thought back to the conversation he'd had with one of his pals in the naturist club about the collection of scat porn videos one of the gang had access to and Ken stating he wouldn't mind seeing them, for curiosity purposes only of course.
Here he was in the middle of such a scene, with an eight year old girl no less and he enjoyed it. In the enclosed atmosphere of the lacy white tent, Ken lay happily content. He couldn't see the point of all this astounding spectacle. Why him, what next and when could he get the chance to get his load off into one of their tight little twats. Yes, he was actually desirous of shafting such young kiddies, he mused and needed to lose his bubbling load of jism up one of these kids pussies. He glanced at his cock, it was steel like in its hardness and not laying flat on his belly, it was trying to lever upwards and he had never known it to be in such a state. Would he get the opportunity to fuck little Poosi. Yes, he admitted to himself, again unashamedly that he wanted to fuck them all, even the six year old Cunni and it didn't turn his stomach over the way his darkest innermost fantasies were revealing themselves.
Poosi began to shuffle backwards. She staggered a little, but was helped by unseen hands. She squatted until her butt was right over his face, her sphincter now closing, yet he somehow knew he was going to get another load, but on his face. Her crotch hung over him, six inches above his horror struck face He wanted to lick the sweet little gash of her cunt, forget the dump show, some of which slithered off him and onto the sheet below.
But there were no further exertions from Poosi's anus. It was as clean as if never used he noticed, just an ugly knot of muscle retreating into its crevasse. The sweet smell of her load was strangely exciting, it was feces, yet somehow clean and wholesome, just like the girl who had given it up. But she was like the rest of them, little temptresses in grown up lingerie, trained in all manner of seduction by the evil Mr. Jaso... His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Poosi's gash let go with a hot stream of piss straight onto his face. It was torrential, like a tropical rainstorm from her homeland and Ken couldn't escape it. His eyes stung with the acid-ness, his mouth opened to shout, but he found himself tasting the piss instead of reacting angrily at such abuse. The little girl's bladder was undoubtedly very full as he felt the full flow for a minute or more, but by then Ken was lapping it, trying to maneuver his mouth to catch the uneven spray and drink down every droplet.
Lost in the sea of girly urine projected at him so accurately, his body awash with her hot waste which swilled onto his chest and merged with her shit, he reveled in the sheer decadence of the moment and willed her never to stop and when she did, could she please sit on his prick and let him cum. The stream finally stopped and Arsaa popped under the white shroud once more.. She grinned and squeaked her pleasure at the state he was in and Ken felt the clothes wafting away from him and he was surrounded by three beaming little girls on their knees beside him on the wet, curdling sheet. Poosi smiled shyly down at him, holding the voluminous frock round her hips, until she was encouraged to kneel with the others as Arsaa handed Ken the butt plug. He caught sight of Aysha and Jason locked in an anal embrace, the old man firmly embedded in her butt, but still and leaning against her up-tilted rear.
"That's for you Ken, a souvenir of this moment and for starting Poosi on her mission like the others," said Jason, nodding at the butt plug. "Her mission?" asked Ken, peering at the jeweled object. 'She will become an earner in the way I want her to be and foil the negative thoughts of her parents when they sold her to me," Jason added softly. Sold her, gave them away, what sort of parents are they? Ken puzzled, thinking back to the way the old man had described Aysha. She seemed perfectly happy to have taken Jason's huge tool up her arse.
Cunni, Arsaa and Titilya started to wash him down and he couldn't resist fondling their lithe bodies as they shuffled around him. He caressed little fannies and poopers, the budding black breasts of Titilya and the strong tiny limbs of Cunni who chirped her happiness all the time in little squeaks and outbursts of chatter and song to anyone who cared to listen.
"Now Poosi is yours, for her first time," said Jason. "You may not enter her vagina of course, but I'm sure you'll derive much pleasure elsewhere," he winked as he withdrew his dick from Aysha's curvy brown rump. It flopped heavily down against his wrinkled thigh and immediately Titilya attended to it, wiping it with a cloth and sometimes dipping her tongue and slurping at the slimy deposit. Ken glanced at Poosi who smiled cutely at him. He glanced down at his dick which remained stubbornly and magnificently hard, thick and throbbing.
No thoughts worried the building salesman now. He indicated that his eight year old lover kneel down and she obeyed, still wearing the wedding dress. He deliberated on its removal, but left it, hoisting the flounces up over her back. They framed her pretty pale rump, her peachy cunt pouch and the greasy crinkled funnel of her arsehole. Her suspender belt carved over the smooth flanks of her buttocks, giving her crotch the charm of a cathedral arch as he leveled his hoary great cock. It looked far too big and looked round at the silent, serious throng watching every movement. "Er...maybe some oil or something?" he queried. "If you like, its not necessary but..." smiled Jason, as Cunni took the hint and smeared a pink lotion on her companion's bottom. Ken took a breath and was encouraged by the urging glances he received from the others. He lined up his knob end at Poosi's hole and pushed. It was difficult and he puffed until she opened up and suddenly his helmet was swallowed by her ring. Arsaa clapped her hands delightedly, her eyes sparkling as Cunni and Titilya made sure Poosi was comfortable.
Ken waited for a few seconds then started to push in, finding she took him an inch at a time. He paused regularly, then pulled back to the rim of his knob before venturing deeper. At about three inches he found an inner obstruction and decided to stop there. His cock wanted to shoot his wad right there and then. With only short strokes I can cum he thought, but Poosi was pushing back at him now and Jason spoke. "Go on Ken, she can take more. Its OK.'
Ken felt hands round his bum and balls. Aysha was fondling him, finding his own arsehole, his bloated bullocks, her luscious lips kissing his hard buttocks. "Jeez! What else?" he grinned, thrusting as Poosi braced herself. Heat scorched his cock inside her bottom, the tightness round it teased his jism with each thrust and retreat. Soon he was eight inches up her and feeling the end of her innards. Ken built up speed, the ease with which he was arse fucking the child beyond belief. Aysha now concentrated on his ring, piercing it and playing round it, sensing the moment that Ken would cum.
He couldn't hold it now, he flashed at Poosi at speed, her little frame being clattered at the bed as he rampantly gorged on her distended sphincter.. He grasped her hips, squeezing her taut flesh, nipping the skin until it was red as he plunged onwards, feeling his cum start its rise. He grunted and moaned uncontrollably, knowing the moment had come. Aysha recognized the signs too and started to bang her finger up his arse. Never had he known such a feeling. It was sensational and he screamed as she reamed him furiously, making his sperm pump into Poosi.
For several minutes he powered at the child's rear, while Aysha gave way to Cunni, then Titilya, then Arsaa in anally assaulting him. The feelings in his arsehole became immaterial as his whole being centred on giving the child bride his total commitment anally. Once he felt a stranger, more intense pain as one of the four behind fumblers did something to him but he ignored it. Finally his fountain ceased and he fell against the kid who collapsed beneath him. Ken rolled off instinctively, his cock pulling out of her bruised bottom with a sucking slurp. She rolled over to him and kissed him deeply, searching his tongue like an adult. They embraced, kisses flowing, interspersed with little breaths of thank-yous from the obviously satisfied and comfy kid. She was taken off to bathe, while Aysha washed Ken down and changed the sheet on the bed. The old man watched from a chair. Emerging from under a huge white fluffy bath towel and covered in oils and powders, the thoroughly cleansed Ken decided he must ask some pertinent questions. He was led to a table where a feast of fruits, juices, nuts and yoghurts were offered. As he sat in a tired relief he felt the obstruction in his arse and leapt up. "What the fuck?" he blurted, reaching round. He felt the knob and realized as the others stood watching his reactions, that they had inserted a butt plug into him. "We thought you might like to have an idea of how it feels Ken," murmured Jason, smiling benignly. "Its up to you." Ken decided that it wasn't too bad an experience and looked again at the table contents. He grinned magnanimously and wolfed mouthfuls of the goodies down accompanied by Aysha and her keeper. In response to his questions the old man told him.
"Remember in your other job as part time fireman. Two years ago you rescued a child from a burning car, a red Maserati on the London Circular. That was my only daughter Cara. It made headlines, you got a medal. You tried to save her brother Chris too, but he died two days later. My chauffeur died on the spot. I decided to reward you somehow and found you have little in outside interests that I knew anything about, but I chanced on you at a sun club in Germany." Ken nodded, remembering the fire and his one visit to Spielplatz club. He couldn't recall any meeting. "I saw your tackle," Jason grinned at his crotch. "I heard about your yearnings to see a scat video, I watched you with women, I recognized a lover and a caring person, but someone with a darker side. We all have it Ken. This is my reward to you, but I am growing old and this must carry on," said Jason, gesturing round the place. "I want you to develop it, to share the children's success and make a lot of money.. Of course you'll have to become vegetarian, you noticed the texture of her feces," he grinned. "There is no meat here." Ken nodded in acknowledgement
"I have developed techniques, lotions and potions to facilitate such experiences and our seemingly effortless erections," he chuckled. Ken found himself laughing along. "The children are trained in everything sexual before they are sold for huge sums and go to a caring wealthy environment. I can show you many successful pairings. You will do it?" Ken didn't answer for a couple of seconds.