Perverts 'R' Us

The Poomp Game - Part 1

By Coproman ( F/g, pedo, M/F, oral, ws, scat )

Yes, I'll admit it: I'm a child molester. Have been for a while, now. You'd never be able to tell, though. Not just by looking at me. Why? Because, as a 30-year-old "Bumpy" (Black Upwardly Mobile Professional), I simply don't fit the profile. But I can spot others like me in a flash. It's sort of like "gaydar," that ability gays have to detect other gays who, to all the rest of the world, look like normal heterosexual people. In fact, that's how I hooked up with Vanessa, my Bahamian friend, whom I met a few years ago at a banquet given by the Society of Black Journalists.

Despite her drop-dead-gorgeous good looks that seemed to say, "I'm young, beautiful and looking for a very rich husband," I could tell almost right away that there was a much bigger part of her screaming, "I LOVE to fuck and suck little girls and boys!" And after we had a few drinks, went back to my hotel, drank some more, and fucked, we began to talk and she eventually admitted that I was right. That night marked the beginning of a long friendship that's still going strong, in which Vanessa and I periodically get together at her place or mine, exchange personal pedo stories until we're both horny as hell then fuck each other's brains out.

But not long ago, Vanessa suddenly became very hard to reach. I called her cell phone several times, but she never picked up or responded to any of the messages I left. I figured she was just busy with some freelance photography or video project, but I was getting really frustrated from not being able to reach her. I was about to try calling her again for the umpteenth time when my doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there stood Vanessa, wearing a thigh-length red dress, which hugged every curve on her sensuous five-foot-six frame and contrasted nicely against her light skin. Suddenly my frustration vanished and a hard-on took its place.

"Sorry I've been so hard to catch up with, Darling," she said in her lilting voice as she pranced inside, "but I've been preoccupied with this sweet little child."

"What 'sweet little child' is that?"

"The one I've been sitting for."

I was surprised. "I didn't know you still did babysitting. So who's the lucky kid?"

"Well, her name is Melanie and she's my girlfriend's seven-year-old daughter. Wait a minute." She stopped, opened her purse, and dug around until she found a school photo of the girl. "Here."

Taking the photo, I was delighted to see a cute little blonde girl with bright blue eyes grinning at me. Of course the first thing I thought about was what it would be like to have those luscious seven-year-old lips wrapped around my thick black dick as I fucked the girl's mouth, but as the daughter of Vanessa's friend, she was off limits...or was she?

"Hey, you're not...?" As my voice trailed off, Vanessa just looked at me and I could tell from her expression that, yes, she WAS, so I asked, "But what about what we both said about not messing around with the kids of people close to us, like friends and relatives?"

"I swear, Darling, I NEVER intended to get involved with her. But something happened that showed me that the little imp had the heart of a pervert and was just dying to share with someone about it. I just happened to be that someone."

"And what, exactly, did this 'sharing' include? I have a feeling the two of you did a little more than just talk."

Vanessa looked at me and laughed one of those laughs she only laughed when she was hiding something. Then she sighed and said, "Maybe I'd better start from the beginning."

Kicking off her shoes, she lay back on my couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. I settled into the easy chair across from her, opened my robe, and began, without shame, to pull at my semi-erect dick, as Vanessa watched.

"Goodness! I haven't said one word, yet, and you're horny already!"

I smiled. "It's the anticipation, my dear. You know how much your stories turn me on."

Vanessa just chuckled and shook her head. "Okay. Well, not too long after we got back, I found out that my girlfriend Kim had signed up for night courses, so she could finish her degree. The only problem was that the babysitting arrangements she'd made for her daughter had fallen through, so she was desperate to find someone to stay with her two nights a week for at least the next two weeks, until she could make new arrangements. Since I had no plans to be out of town, I told her I'd do it.

"It had been about two years since I'd even seen Melanie. At the time, she was just starting kindergarten. So I was surprised when I saw her again. She was taller, she had filled out a little bit, and she was grinning that same big grin she has in the picture I showed you. I wanted to just eat her up, but then I remembered that "friends-and-relatives' promise I'd made to myself, and I knew it would be safer to just do what I was supposed to do for those two weeks and not try to 'teach' her anything. But, believe me, Darling, I had NO idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to babysit this girl.

"Kim introduced me to her as 'Aunt Van,' as a term of endearment, and the girl picked up very easily on calling me that. In fact, after her mother left, it was 'Aunt Van' this and 'Aunt Van' that, as she told me about every little thing she was doing in school, after school, and everyplace else. It took about an hour, but I finally got her to settle down enough to stop talking and play with her dolls. But she wouldn't do it in her room; she insisted on being in the living room with me.

"After that, I turned on the TV and settled into watching this movie, but after a while I had to pass gas really bad. Since the little girl was sitting all the way on the other side of the living room, still playing with her dolls, I figured I could get away with just letting it out slowly without getting up to go to the bathroom and missing part of what I was watching. So I eased up a little and farted. I thought it was going to be silent, but there was a little noise, and as soon as the girl heard it, she lifted her head then got up, put her dolls down, and started walking over to me!

"Well, Darling, you can imagine my embarrassment. I was asking myself, 'Why on earth is she choosing to come over here NOW?' I thought about fanning the air, but then I didn't want to make it so obvious what I had just done. So I just sat there, hoping the smell would go away before she got any closer. But do you know what that little imp did? She sat right next to me and started sniffing the air and frowning. Then she looked straight at me and said, 'You poomped!'"

"I didn't say anything, I just smiled at her, but she kept sitting there, staring at me. Then, with her face all scrunched up, she said, 'It stinks.'"

"That's when I got irritated and a little defensive, so I turned to her and said, 'Well, why did you come all the way over here? So you could smell it better?'"

"But she caught me completely off guard when she smiled at me and said, 'Yeah.'"

"That's when I remembered something that, at the time, I hadn't given much thought to. When I'd visited them the week before, I'd had to take a shit. Well, I used the main bathroom, and as soon as I flushed and came out, Melanie rushed in there right after me, slamming and locking the door behind her. I wondered why she'd decided to use that bathroom instead of the one connected to her bedroom. I figured she just happened to be passing by when I came out. But now I began to think there was much more going on with this little second-grader than I'd first suspected.

"Anyway, after she said, 'yeah,' she told me she played the 'Poomp Game' with her mom all the time and that she wanted to play it with me. But she asked me not to tell her mom that we were playing it, so I asked her, 'If you and your mom play it all the time, why should she care if you play it with me?'"

"'Be-caaause,' she whined, 'she made me promise only to play it with her, so I don't want her to know that we played it too.'"

"Well, Darling, I didn't know if the little imp was lying or telling the truth, but I could feel another ball of gas rumbling around in my stomach, so I decided to go along and ask her how the game was played."

"'Wellll...' she began, smiling and staring up at the ceiling while nervously wringing her hands and scuffing her feet together, 'first you lay down...then the person that has to poomp gets on top of you and puts their butt in your face...then they poomp right in your face!'"

"Darling, I was getting horny as hell listening to her, but I tried to keep my composure, so I asked, 'And then what happens?'"

"'Wellll...' she continued, 'then the person laying down has to stick their nose in the other person's butt and smell their poomp.'"

"I just couldn't imagine my very straitlaced friend playing such a nasty little game with her daughter. Then again, I guess the parents of all those kids we did never imagined what we were capable of, either. So you just never know, right Darling?"

I smiled and nodded, continuing to tug at my dick.

"Anyway, I was pretty convinced by then that Melanie was just making things up as she went along, but I needed to see how far she was willing to go with her little scenario, so I said, 'Tell me something--do you and your mom play this game with your clothes on or off?'"

"And what'd she say to that?" I asked.

"At first she didn't answer me," said Vanessa. "She just smiled and kept fidgeting, but this sparkle came into her eyes, as if I had presented her with a gift so perfect that she had never even thought to ask for it. She finally looked at me and just said, 'Off.'"

"So I looked at my watch and said to her, 'Well, since your mommy's going to be back home in about an hour, we'd better get started, if we're going to play.' Then I paused and asked, 'So who should go first? Do YOU have to poomp?'"

"Again she didn't answer. She just smiled again and shook her head in an exaggerated way to tell me no. That's when I knew for sure that she wanted to be on the receiving end. Now, Darling, as you well know, I have no problem dominating a child--playing top to their bottom--but I prefer a little back and forth with that, like when I suck a little boy's dick then make him eat me. Well, for some reason, this cute little imp just brought out the worst in me. I just couldn't wait to give her what she wanted, and maybe even MORE than she wanted."

"So we began to undress, and when I pulled off my top and unhooked my bra, I could see her admiring my titties. But the really precious reaction didn't come until I pulled down my shorts and panties and she spotted my pussy. Her eyes lit up and she said, 'Oooo! Yours is so hairy!' And I have to admit I did a little ooing myself when Melanie took off her pajamas and I saw her naked. She was pale and flat-chested, with not one strand of hair growing anywhere below her eyelashes. But she had one of the sweetest little pussies I'd seen in a long time. For a minute I flashed ahead about ten years and imagined her with a cute blonde bush; then I wondered if more male or female noses end up sniffing it."

"But back to my story--once the two of us were totally nude, Melanie hopped up on the sofa, where we had been sitting, and lay face up, giggling the whole time. I smiled and climbed on top of her in a sixty-nine position, making sure my ass was right over her pretty little face. Before doing anything, I leaned over, grabbed her foot and sucked her toes into my mouth, making her squeal and giggle even more. I know you say I'm 'high yellow,' Darling, but as I was holding on to her foot, I was struck by how much contrast there was between my skin and hers; she was so pale that my hand looked positively brown next hers! But that just made me even more excited."

"Anyway, I finally pulled her foot out of my mouth then turned my head back and asked, 'Okay, Sweetie, are you ready to play? Yes or no?'"

"'Yes!' she giggled."

"'Then get set, 'cause here it comes!'"

"After that I just lowered my ass until I could feel her little nose twitching in my ass crack and the hot spurts of breath from her continual giggling, which was now muffled. And I couldn't believe that also felt her hands on my thighs, like she was trying to make sure I didn't move. Well, she didn't really have to worry about that, Darling, because by that time, you KNOW I had no intention of moving. I just took a deep breath, relaxed my stomach, and let nature take its course."

By now I was jacking away at my super-hard cock. I wanted Vanessa to suck me off. At the same time, though, I didn't want her mouth occupied with doing anything other than telling me about the rest of her encounter, so, breathing heavily, I rasped, "So what happened?"

"Well, Darling, I don't know how she took it, because I must have farted in that poor girl's face for at least a minute or more, and the SMELL--it was so bad that I ended up fanning my own nose. But I didn't hear one complaint from Melanie; she just moaned and held on to me even tighter. Then I heard her sniffing me! And I swear the child was trying to push her nose right up my butt! So I sat down a little harder on her face then leaned over and began to lick her little pussy, which, of course, just made her moan all the louder."

"But then came the part even I didn't expect, because the next thing I knew, I heard myself yelling, 'Stick your tongue up my ass, Sweetie! Lick me where those farts came from!' And guess what? The little imp didn't miss a beat; she just tipped her head back and poked her tongue right in my smelly asshole, which made me tingle all over. I was so overwhelmed by the idea of this little blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie giving me that kind of filthy pleasure that I began to rub my pussy against her chin while she wiggled her little tongue around in my anus."

"Then I felt another fart coming, so I lifted up, sat back, and let it go right in her nose. Well, after that, I heard her gasp and her whole little body started to shake. She was actually orgasming from being farted in the face! And that turned me on so much that I started rubbing my pussy up and down her face until I came too, squirting my juice all over her."

"When I finally got up to look at her, I started getting horny all over again, because her face was all sticky, and this brown slime was smeared from her top lip to the tip of her nose, but she had this dreamy expression on her face."

"'Well, Sweetie,' I said to her, 'I guess you win.'"

"As soon as I said that, she started yelling, 'Yaaaay! I win! I win! I win the Poomp Game!'"

By now I had my eyes closed and was pumping my prong like crazy. Only then, it seemed, did Vanessa notice what was going on, upon which she said, "Oh, sorry, Darling," and she deftly got down on her knees and slipped my prick into her mouth. I quickly clasped my hands on her head as she bobbed it up and down. Her mouth felt so good and I was so close to ejaculating that it took only a few strokes before I went over the top.

"Oh, fuck! I'm coming! Take it, V! Swallow my load!"

I proceeded to spurt several streams of semen into my friend's experienced mouth, and she eagerly gulped down every glob. Afterwards she carefully flicked her tongue over my piss hole until she was sure she had extracted every drop of my sperm. Swallowing one last time, she pulled away, her lips making a soft popping sound as they separated from the head of my shrinking cock.

"There, Darling. That should hold you at least until I finish telling the next part of my little story."

I sighed and sank back in my chair. "Yeah, I'm satisfied for the moment. Go ahead."

"Well, I got so turned on from that experience with little Melanie that I couldn't wait to sit for her again. So when Kim called me just a couple of days later and asked if I was still available for babysitting that night, I had to hold back my excitement when I told her yes. But on my way over there, I began to wonder if Melanie was as eager for us to get together again as I was. I wasn't sure how she really felt about playing the 'bottom' role, now that she'd had time to think about what we'd done, and I didn't know if she'd want to be used that way again. But, Darling, all those doubts melted away the moment I walked in the door, because as soon as Melanie saw me, she came running over and jumped in my arms. Kim told me how she'd kept saying over and over again how I was the best babysitter ever and that she had begged her to let me be her permanent sitter.

"As relieved as I was, I couldn't promise them anything, but I said I would continue to sit for Mel for at least another week, and after that I'd have to take it one class session at a time. They both agreed to this, and Melanie hugged me tight."

"After that, Kim took off for school, and this time there was no talking, no TV watching, and no stalling. Something inside me was hungry to turn things up a notch and be even dirtier with the seven-year-old, so after allowing enough time for Kim to go downstairs, get in her car, and drive off, I said to Melanie, 'Sweetie, instead of the Poomp Game, how would you like to play a different game tonight with Aunt Van?'"

"'Okay!' she said, smiling and nodding her head enthusiastically. 'What's it called?'"

"'Well, it's called the Pee Game,' I told her, 'and you play it kind of the same way you do the Poomp Game, only you do it in the bathroom.'"

"The little imp's whole face brightened and she slapped her hand over her mouth, as she stared at me, so I asked, 'What's the matter, Sweetie?'"

"She edged her hand away from her mouth just enough to say, 'That game's even naughtier than the Poomp Game!'"

"I just smiled at her and said, 'Well, Sweetie, you're right. In fact, it's so naughty that I would prefer that we not tell your mommy about it, just like we didn't tell her about the Poomp Game. It'll just be our secret, okay?'"

"She tucked her lips in and again nodded enthusiastically, making her blonde hair shake all over her little head. Then she dashed off, running down the hall and into her room. I wasn't quite sure what she was up to, so I waited a few minutes before I got up and started walking in that direction. When I called out for her, she said, 'I'm in here!' I walked in her room and when I didn't see her, I called her again and a voice from her bathroom said, 'In here, Aunt Van!'"

"Well, Darling, when I walked in the bathroom, what I saw almost made me come: The little imp was sitting butt naked in the shower stall! She just looked up at me, grinning, and said, 'I'm ready to play!'"

"At first I wondered how she knew we wouldn't need the toilet to play this new game, but then I figured she was probably in the shower stall as part of a 'Hide and Seek' kind of thing. Anyway, at first I just stared at her innocent little face, and for a moment I almost felt sorry for her, considering what I was about to do. But it was strange--as sorry as I might have felt, I knew that I was not going to leave this bathroom until I had finished playing this game with her, because I knew it was what both of us wanted."

"By now my bladder was bursting, so without saying another word, I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower with Melanie. I squatted over her so that my pussy was just slightly above her head."

"'Now, Sweetie, hold on to my legs, close your eyes, and open your mouth,' I said, and, Darling, she didn't hesitate for a second; she just did it."

"At first my pee just dribbled out, splashing down on her chest and tummy and making her jump in surprise. Then, all of a sudden, this heavy stream of piss just gushed out of me, hitting the girl right in the face. It came out so fast that it overflowed her mouth before she had a chance to swallow, and just drenched her whole head. First she gasped; then she started moaning, 'Ahhhnnn!' but she never moved, not even an inch. And, Darling, I don't know what came over me, because even though a part of me felt like I might be drowning the poor girl, I still found myself squatting even lower, putting my pussy right over the girl's open mouth, then grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward so I could piss right down her throat!"

"Shit, V! You mean, you really got that aggressive with her?"

"Yes, Darling. And you know how she responded? She pressed her lips right over my pissing pussy, and I could hear her swallowing and swallowing over and over again, like she was trying desperately to quench some deep-down thirst. And all the while she just kept moaning."

"Well, Darling, you can imagine how this eager beaver's behavior turned me on, and even before I'd finished pissing, I felt like I was ready to come. I was still holding on tightly to the girl's piss-soaked head when I heard myself saying, 'Now, Sweetie, when you finish drinking my pee I want you to keep sucking me there, because I have something else for you, okay?'"

"When I heard her say 'Mm-hm,' I waited for my pee to finish draining into her mouth then started moving up and down, rubbing my clit against that cute button nose of hers. I was so hot that it took only a few passes over the girl's face before I came with a shudder. And the little imp seemed to sense exactly when I was ready to give her the 'something else' I'd mentioned, because about half a second later, she sealed her lips over my twat and I squirted heavily right down her throat."

As soon as those last word's left Vanessa's lips, that was it for me, as I groaned and shot my second load of come all over my stomach. When she saw this, she gasped.

"Darling! Why didn't you tell me you were so close? I would have sucked you off again!"

"I didn't want to stop you before you got to that last good part," I panted, trying to catch my breath.

"At least let me clean you up," Vanessa said, and she again got down on her knees in front of me, this time to lick the cum off my stomach. When she was done, she looked up at me and, smiling, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A pearly white blob lay right in the middle of it. I leaned over and kissed her, sucking her tongue and what sat on it into my mouth. After swapping spit and sperm with her for another minute or so, I pulled back, swallowed and smiled.

"So what happened after you came in her mouth?" I asked. "How did she feel about that?"

"Well..." Vanessa said, drawing out the word as she settled back on the couch, "she just sat there smiling up at me with her pink, come-coated lips. Her pretty face was all slick and shiny with my piss, her blonde hair was wet and stringy, dripping with urine and matted to her face and neck, and her whole little body gave off a rank odor. I didn't know quite what to say to her, but then I remembered that we were supposed to be playing a game, so I told her, 'Well, Sweetie, I guess you win again. Now you're the Pee Game champion!'"

"After I said that, she went from smiling to beaming. She got up and started jumping up and down with her arms raised up, sprinkling me with my own piss, while shouting, 'Yaaaay! I win! I'm the champion! Yaaaay!'"

"But then, Darling, the unthinkable happened. As I continued to stand there, admiring the child's positive attitude, as well as her cute little pissed-up body, I heard a key turn in a lock. At first I thought it was someone next door; then, to my horror, I heard the front door open and Kim calling out for us. Thinking fast, I dashed out of the bathroom, snatched up Melanie's clothes and bathrobe, then dashed back in and closed the door. When Kim called for us again, I told her we were in Melanie's bathroom, and by the time she opened the door, I was fully dressed and sitting on the commode, as I waited for Melanie to finish showering. She gave me a funny look, and I had the feeling she was rushing me out of the house afterwards, but I don't think she suspected anything."

"Wow, that must've given you a good scare," I said. "Why was she back so soon?"

"It turned out her class had been cancelled, so she came straight back home."

I shook my head and heaved a sigh of relief for Vanessa's quick thinking. "So were you and Melanie able to get together again after that, or was it too risky?"

"Well, after such a close call, I was reluctant to go any further with her, at least not at her house. So I asked Kim if the next time I sat for Mel, we could do it at my house, since I had some developing to do in my darkroom and some digital editing to finish on my computer. Of course, she agreed, since she didn't really care where I watched her, as long as I watched her."

"Has that happened yet?"

"No, I won't see her again until Friday."

I looked over at Vanessa and smiled. "So, V, you've played the Poomp Game with her and the Pee Game. So what's next?"

She smiled back at me, knowing exactly where I was going. "Well, Darling, you KNOW I've never been into the whole scat thing, like you are. I mean, I've always enjoyed listening to you talk about having kids go in your mouth--it's ALWAYS turned me on--but I've never really considered doing anything like that myself."

"Tell me something I don't know. I don't know HOW many times I've asked you to take a shit in my mouth, and you haven't done it YET."

"But it's not like I haven't WANTED to, Darling, it's just that...well, I don't know...but whenever I had to go and I've squatted over your face, I've just never been able to do it, knowing your mouth was down there waiting to catch it. My bowels just seem to lock up or something. I guess it's psychological, because in my mind we're equals, and doing the scat thing to you would be, like, dominating you, you know?" Then she paused, staring straight ahead, and licked her lips. "But for some reason, the very thought of going in that little imp's mouth...."

My heart began to race. "V! You mean you FINALLY...with Melanie...?"

"No, not yet," she said. "But, like I said, that deliciously devilish child has managed to bring things out of me that I never even knew were there! So now I can't wait to see how far she's willing to go. That's why I came over here. When I babysit her on Friday, I'm going to deliberately hold off on going to the bathroom until after my friend brings her over. So I was thinking, Darling, that you might want to be there to watch the proceedings."

Of course I got an instant erection, and I was so bowled over by the opportunity to watch Vanessa do something I'd never seen her do before that, for a second or so, I couldn't even answer her.

"Well, do you?" she asked. "Or should I just assume your answer from that brand new erection you're sporting?"

I laughed, because my reaction to her lewd invitation was so obvious. After all, who WOULDN'T want to see this voluptuous 30-year-old Bahamian woman take a shit in a cute little seven-year-old white girl's mouth? Just thinking about it was making me leak pre-orgasm fluid.

"So what time should I be there?" I finally asked.

"Sometime in the late afternoon. But I'll give you a call, so you can be there and get situated before they show up."

With those words, Vanessa got up and, putting her shoes back on, kissed me, then breezed out the door as flamboyantly as she'd pranced in, leaving me sitting there in awe, horny all over again, and wishing that Friday wasn't so far away.