Perverts 'R' Us

The Poomp Game - Part 2

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

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All I could focus on for the next two days was Friday afternoon, which seemed to be taking forever to come. I just couldn't wait to see if Vanessa would truly follow through on her intention to take a shit in seven-year-old Melanie's mouth. Sure, they had played the Poomp Game and the Pee Game before, but what Vanessa was planning was a whole other thing, and I was very curious how Melanie would react.

Fortunately, their liaison would be occurring in an ideal location, because there was no better place than Vanessa's to watch yourself or others having sex. It was a voyeur's dream. Not only was my Bahamian friend a professional photographer, she was also an amateur electronics buff, and she had these little video cameras and mini microphones hidden all over her apartment. So even though I would be in the bedroom, while she and Melanie did their thing in the living room, I would have a perfect view (and perfect sound) of everything they did, because all the videocams fed directly into a DVD recorder and big-screen TV at the foot of her bed. I could even zoom in on the action, if I wanted to.

When I got the call from Vanessa, I rushed right over to her house. After tutoring me on the operation of all the electronic gear, she gave me a kiss, closed me inside the bedroom, and walked into the living room to wait for Kim and Melanie to arrive. As I lay on Vanessa's bed, watching her lie on the couch, she glanced up at the wall clock then turned to face one of the cameras and said, "It shouldn't be much longer, Darling, so just hang in there."

Sure enough, about five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I switched to the camera facing the front door and waited for Vanessa to open it. When she did, she almost got knocked down when Melanie jumped in her arms. Kim stepped inside only far enough to hand Vanessa an overnight bag (which turned out to be full of dolls), but I got enough of a look at her to see where Melanie got her good looks from, because she was very attractive, with a slender figure, long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes; I could easily imagine her face on the cover of a fashion magazine, and a part of me wanted to dash into the living room, scoop her into my arms and fuck the shit out of her. If Melanie grew up to be even half as beautiful or well-developed, she'd be fighting both guys and gals off with a stick. But while I was sorry to see Kim leave, I'd have been even sorrier if she didn't, because I was much more interested in seeing the show to come.

When Kim left, Vanessa lay on the couch, ostensibly watching TV, while Melanie lay on the floor playing with her dolls. For the next few minutes, it seemed as if each was absorbed in her own world, as each apparently waited for the other to say something first. After a while, Melanie, looking thoroughly bored, put her dolls aside and looked up at Vanessa.

"Aunt Van?"

"Yes, Sweetie?"

"Can we play the Pee Game again?" she asked, and I could see how the little blonde was almost bursting with anticipation.

"No, Sweetie, not this time," said Vanessa. Before the girl had a chance to be disappointed, however, she added, "But I have a brand new game in mind that I think you'll like even better. You want to try it?"

I watched as the seven-year-old smiled enthusiastically and gave the same exaggerated nod Vanessa had mentioned when she'd told me her story. Sitting up, Vanessa clicked the TV off with the remote then motioned for the child to sit beside her. She quickly did so, looking up at Vanessa with eager blue eyes.

"It's called the Doo-Doo Game," said Vanessa, and I could tell how she was trying hard to contain her excitement in explaining things to the girl. "But you have to be a big girl to play it, Sweetie, and I'm not sure you're old enough, yet."

I smiled at Vanessa's tactic of throwing up that one objection to doing something that no child wants to hear.

"Yes, I am!" Melanie insisted. "I can play any game the older girls play, 'cause I'm just as smart as they are! My mommy said so!"

Vanessa just looked at her, as though she were earnestly considering the girl's argument in deciding whether or not they would play this new game.

"Pleeeease, Aunt Van? I'm old enough to play! I really am!"

"Okay, Sweetie," Vanessa finally said, smiling. "Since you were so good at playing the Pee Game, it's only fair that I give you a chance to try something more grown-up."

Her words sent the girl into a frenzied dance of triumph, as she began to leap up in the air and shout, "Yaaaay! I get to plaaaay! Yaaaay!"

"Okay, okay, Sweetie," Vanessa said, trying to quiet her down. "I need to tell you how to play, though." After saying this, however, Vanessa took a close look at Melanie and smiled. "But I don't really have to say anything at all, do I? You've already figured it out, haven't you?"

Melanie just smiled coyly with her lips tucked in, while fidgeting, and again nodded that exaggerated nod.

"Good," said Vanessa, "that'll save us a lot of time."

Suddenly the girl popped up and started running out of the room.

"Wait a minute, Sweetie," Vanessa said. "Come back. Where are you going?"

I watched as the girl stopped immediately and turned to face Vanessa, a look of confusion on her young face. "In the bathroom, Aunt Van. So we can play."

Vanessa smiled. "Well, Sweetie, we COULD play in there, but let's play right here instead, where there's more room."

Now the child looked more confused than ever, as she first stared at Vanessa then at various parts of the living room before again fixing her puzzled gaze on my friend. Finally she said, "But Aunt Van, what if...? You know, what if...?"

Instead of answering her, Vanessa walked over, stooped down in front of her and, cupping her face in her hands, kissed her on the forehead. She then turned her around to face the couch. "Don't worry, Sweetie. Look." She pointed. "See? It's all covered in plastic, so it'll be easy to clean."

Right away the tension left the girl's face and, smiling, she relaxed again, mostly, I'm sure, and knowing for certain now that the Doo-Doo Game was to be played exactly the way she thought it was, albeit in a different room.

"Okay, Sweetie," said Vanessa. "Let's take off our clothes and get started."

The child eagerly complied, nearly hanging herself as she tried to pull her tee shirt over her head. She ultimately succeeded at getting it off, though, then easily pulled the elastic bands of her jeans and underwear down over her small bottom. But she had forgotten to take off her sneakers first, and when she tried to pull her pants and panties over them, she nearly fell on her face, so she ended up just standing there with everything bunched up around her feet, while she waited for Vanessa to help her out. And the sight of this little blonde girl, nude from the ankles up and looking lost, was one of the most sexually stimulating I'd ever seen.

After coming to Melanie's rescue, Vanessa had her lie face-up on the couch then climbed on top of her, facing her feet, and inched back until her smooth light-skinned ass was hovering directly over the girl's face. As Vanessa maneuvered around, the seven-year-old just lay there, completely passive, but once Vanessa was in position, Melanie opened her mouth and fixed her eyes on my friend's puckering asshole.

Zooming in, I watched captivated as Vanessa's anus slowly opened wider and wider until the beginning of her tan-colored turd became visible. I was doubly excited, because this was the first time I had ever seen Vanessa take a shit under ANY circumstances, much less in a cute little girl's mouth.

"Can you see it yet, Sweetie?"

"Ahn-ha," the girl responded, nodding while keeping her mouth wide open. I expected to see at least a little fear, perhaps a tiny touch of apprehension, on the Melanie's face. But, to the contrary, the little fucker seemed to be as eager as ever. I recognized it from her tongue, which was trembling in anticipation the same way mine always did whenever I was waiting for an innocent young child to drop that first load of shit into my mouth. And only then did it occur to me that this liberation of Vanessa's dark side was mutual: She was freeing Melanie's hidden depravity as much as Melanie was freeing hers.

"Here it comes, Sweetie!" Vanessa grunted. "Be sure to catch it all!"

From what had been almost slow motion, everything suddenly seemed to speed up, as a thick, semisoft turd quickly spiraled out of Vanessa's asshole and directly into Melanie's mouth. I watched in amazement as the seven-year-old actually lifted her head to make sure Vanessa's shit didn't go astray.

"Eat my shit, Sweetie!"

The girl let that first turd fill every available inch of space in her mouth, until her jaws were packed with it. She then began to chew the big pasty load as quickly as possible, frowning severely as she swallowed it a bit at a time in noisy little gulps. I was both impressed and intrigued by her ability to do this, because it was the kind of skill that, usually, only people in pie- or hotdog-eating contests possessed. But she was surprisingly good at it, so good that by the time Vanessa's next turd inched out of her asshole, Melanie was ready for it.

"Yes, EAT it, Sweetie!" Vanessa said as the second turd plopped into the child's half-full mouth. "You play this game so well; I just KNOW you're going to win!"

Just as exciting as the sight of the young white girl devouring a light-skinned black woman's shit were the sounds that accompanied it--the sticky, crackling noise of the turds pushing out of Vanessa's anus; Vanessa's steady high-pitched moaning, with the occasional "Yes, eat it!" mixed in; and the loud gulping, near-strangling noises emanating from somewhere deep in Melanie's throat, as she steadily swallowed Vanessa's bowel movement.

When, after a few minutes, Vanessa finished shitting, she immediately reversed her position on top of the girl, so she could watch her eat it. I switched to the overhead camera and zoomed in on Melanie's face. With her eyes closed tight and breathing heavily through her nose, the little blonde cutie made loud smacking noises as she chewed on her last big mouthful of Vanessa's shit. Vanessa was fingering herself as she watched.

"Stop a minute, Sweetie, and open your mouth and your eyes as wide as you can."

Melanie immediately did just that, and I was able to get a good look at the big lumpy brown mass that filled the child's mouth. In fact, I thought Vanessa had asked her to stop chewing specifically so I could see this, but I realized she had something else in mind when the back of her head suddenly blocked my view. I switched back to the other camera just in time to see a big, foamy white blob of spit emerge from between Vanessa's full lips. As she and Melanie locked gazes, it just hung there on a thin strand for a second or so before dropping with a tiny splat in the girl's shit-filled mouth, upon which the little fucker went right back to chewing up Vanessa's load.

"That's it, Sweetie," Vanessa panted, as she went back to fingering herself. "Finish eating my shit! If you do, you'll be the Doo-Doo Game Champion of the World!" Then, suddenly, she said, "Excuse me a minute, Sweetie. I'll be right back."

Vanessa disappeared from the TV screen and, seconds later, the door to the bedroom opened, and she walked in.

"Since I made you wait so long for this, Darling, I figured the least I could do was offer you the leftovers."

She then bent over, keeping her legs straight, and grabbed her ankles, fully exposing her shit-smeared anus. Scrambling off the bed, I crouched behind her, spread her cheeks aparts and dove in, making her stumble forward as I speared my tongue as far up her ass as I could get it.

"Goodness!" said Vanessa, as I slurped greedily at her unwiped pucker. "If I had known you wanted to taste my shit THIS bad, I would have tried tapping into my dark side a long time ago!"

After allowing me to indulge myself for only a minute, she stood up and, without turning around, said, "Okay, that's enough. I want to get back before she finishes."

By the time I had lain back down and started masturbating again, Vanessa had already reassumed her position on top of Melanie, only now she was further up, her knees on either side of the girl's head and her cunt poised right over her face, as she resumed frigging herself. Her timing was perfect, because the moment the seven-year-old gulped down that last mouthful of shit, Vanessa yelped, stiffened, and began to tremble, as she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, splattering Melanie's squinting face with come.

"Yes, Sweetie!" she groaned. "Take my pussy juice right in that cute little face of yours! Let it wash over you!"

And, of course, Melanie did exactly that, still squinting but not once turning her head, as Vanessa's abundant come showered her whole head, for she seemed to be completely under my friend's spell. And as I watched all this, with the taste of Vanessa's shit lingering in my mouth, I had to stuff the bedcovers in my mouth to muffle my cry, as I ejaculated so forcefully that some of the sperm actually hit my neck.

When I finally recovered enough to focus on the TV screen again, I saw Vanessa gathering up her and Melanie's clothes, as the girl continued to lie naked on the couch. Her face was still covered with cum, and the leftover shit on her mouth made her look like she was wearing a strange shade of brown lipstick.

"Sweetie, you play the Doo-Doo Game better than ANYbody, even the older girls," Vanessa said, helping the girl to sit up. "That's why you won. Now come with me so we can wash up. Then you can play with your dolls until Mommy gets back, okay?"

"Okay," Melanie said brightly, and while there was no celebration this time, I could hear in her voice how proud she was at having pleased Vanessa, as the two of them walked off in the direction of the bathroom.

When they were out of range of the cameras, I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. I took this time to clean myself up, cue the DVD recorder and watch the shit eating again. While it was way too soon for me to jerk off again, I still got a big kick out of reliving Vanessa and Melanie's first scat experience.

After about twenty minutes of reviewing various parts of the DVD, I heard the shower turn off. A couple of minutes later, Vanessa and Melanie reappeared on the screen. Both were fully dressed again and had their hair stuffed in shower caps. Vanessa sat on the couch and, spreading her legs, motioned for Melanie to sit between them. The girl came over only after retrieving a doll and a comb from the shoulder bag her mother had left. When Melanie finally sat down, Vanessa pulled the girl's shower cap off, allowing her silky blonde hair to spill out, then produced a brush and began to pull through her hair in long, luxurious strokes, while Melanie did the same to her doll. The absolute serenity of the scene contrasted so highly with what the two females had been doing less than half an hour ago that I felt myself getting turned on, upon which I decided to start recording again, so Vanessa could also see the incongruous acts side by side.

Soon the two switched places, Vanessa taking off her shower cap and sitting on the floor while Melanie sat on the couch right behind her, giggling with delight as she pulled the brush through Vanessa's thick dark hair. This went on for the next several minutes, and I recorded it all, because I continued to be fascinated by, and get off on, the weird contrast.

After a while, Melanie went back to playing with her dolls, while Vanessa, sitting on the couch beside her, went back to watching TV, both of them acting as if nothing had ever taken place between them. I stopped recording and was about to replay the shit eating scene again when I heard Vanessa say, "Sweetie, I have to go in my room for a minute, but I'll be right back, okay?"

Melanie just nodded without looking up, and by the time I looked over, Vanessa was already coming in the bedroom door.

"So did you catch it all?" she asked.

"Yeah. In fact, I just stopped recording."

"Well, I think we better start again," she said, turning the DVD recorder back on, "because I have a feeling we're not done."

I frowned, confused. "You mean, you're gonna do something else with her? But won't Kim be back soon?"

Vanessa looked at me and smiled. "Yes, she will, Darling. That's why I want to be ready."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Let's just say that I have a hunch about something."

"What kind of hunch?"

"Well, if it's right, you'll see for yourself, and if it's wrong, I promise to tell you what it was after they've left, agreed?"

I thought about it for a second and said, "Okay. But can you at least give me a hint?"

Vanessa laughed. "That would spoil it for you, Darling. Just be patient."

Right after she said that, the doorbell rang. Vanessa gave me this odd look before getting up to answer it. I looked at the TV monitor and noticed that Melanie had fallen asleep. From her seated position on the couch, she had simply flopped over, doll still in hand, and was now lying on her side with her legs hanging off the edge of the cushion. Vanessa just glanced at her and smiled as she headed for the front door.

"Hi, Kiddo," said Vanessa, as she let Kim in. "How was class?"

"Okay, I guess," the pretty blonde responded. "I'm not good at writing, so I'm having a really hard time in this class. But I figure, if worst comes to worst, I can always fuck the professor and get an A, right?"

Vanessa smiled and said, "I wouldn't know. I got my A BEFORE I fucked my professor."

Both of them had a good laugh over that, as did I, but their laughter didn't come close to penetrating Melanie's dream world.

"Listen, Kiddo, your daughter's passed out, as you can see."

"Yeah, she's had a long day."

"Well, I don't know if you want to wake her up or let her sleep for a while, but I'm right in the middle of editing some pictures for a magazine article, so whatever you decide, just knock on my bedroom door when you're ready to leave, okay?"

"Sure, that'll be fine," said Kim.

Ten seconds later, Vanessa strolled into the bedroom and, after locking the door, stretched out next to me on the bed and focused immediately on the TV screen.

First I looked at Vanessa then back at the TV then back at Vanessa. "So what do you think she's gonna--"

"Shhhh! Wait a minute, Darling. I want to see if my hunch is right."

We watched as Kim woke Melanie up then led the groggy girl to the bathroom.

"Oh, well," I said. "I guess your hunch will just have to stay that way--a hunch...unless you have cameras in the bathroom too."

Vanessa just smiled slyly at me as she flipped a switch and a big, bright picture of the bathroom flashed onto the TV screen.

"I may be new to getting personally involved in the whole scat scene, Darling, but you KNOW I've always liked watching."

I chuckled, shaking my head in amazement and admiration, but the sight of Kim and her daughter entering the bathroom re-focused me.

"Now just keep watching, Darling, because if what I think is going to happen actually does, we're in for quite a show."

We snuggled up, both of us masturbating, as we covertly observed the activity in a room not more than a few yards from where we lay.

"Come on, Honey Bear," said Kim, unzipping her jeans and pushing them down over her curvy hips and ass. "I thought I could wait till we got home, but Mommy has to go right now."

"But I'm sleepy!" Melanie complained.

"You can sleep later, in the car," Kim said, pulling the girl's tee shirt up and over her head, then anxiously stooping down in front of her to pull down her pants and panties. "Just let Mommy go, then we can say goodbye to Aunt Van and go home. Will you do that for Mommy?"

Melanie didn't answer. She just stood there, pouty and impassive, as her mother finished undressing her, while Vanessa and I watched in anticipatory silence.

"If you do, I promise to stop at Boonkie's and buy you a double-scoop ice cream cone."

Melanie's pout instantly disappeared, replaced by just a hint of a smile, as she now stood there naked. "With sprinkles?" she finally asked, raising one eyebrow.

Kim smiled. "Yes, Honey Bear, with lots of sprinkles."

"Wellll..." the girl said, continuing to act coy, as her smile grew. "Then I guess maaaybe I can do it."

"Good. Mommy knew her little Honey Bear wouldn't let her down. Now be a good girl and get in the bathtub."

I watched with more than a little interest as Kim unbuttoned and pulled off her denim shirt, revealing a sexy black bra, then stepped out of her panties, uncovering her mouthwatering blonde bush. "So they're going to take a shower together," I said to Vanessa. "That's not such a big deal."

Vanessa sighed impatiently. "No, Darling, you weren't listening. Stop being such a man, for a minute, and pay attention."

I continued to look at her for a few seconds before turning back to the screen in time to see Melanie sit down in the tub, while her mother, still wearing her bra, squatted over her, gently stroking the girl's silky blonde hair before finally holding on tightly to both sides of her head.

"Ooh, Honey Bear, Mommy needs to give you her golden nectar SO bad! Take it, Baby!"

Before I could form my lips to say, "Oh, shit," a stream of amber-colored urine hissed out of Kim's cunt, splashing all over Melanie's face before finding her open mouth, which Vanessa and I could actually hear filling up, as Kim moved closer and closer to her daughter. We lost the visual of Kim's pee shooting into Melanie's mouth when she pressed her pussy directly over the girl's mouth to piss straight down her throat, exactly the way Vanessa had done it to her. And just like she'd done with Vanessa, Melanie eagerly gulped down her mother's urine, eventually moving her hands up to hold on to Kim's ass, as if to make sure she didn't back away prematurely.

As we watched, Vanessa furiously fingered her clit, while I double-clutched my dong.

It took nearly a full minute for Kim to finish emptying her bladder in Melanie's mouth, and I imagined Vanessa's shit floating in a yellow sea inside the child's stomach.

"Oooo, that was SO good, Honey Bear," Kim moaned, stepping back to reveal Melanie, her eyes closed and her face dripping, licking her lips. "You really know how to make Mommy feel special. But now Mommy needs to give you her chocolate. Are you ready to take that too, Baby?"

"Mm-hm," Melanie responded, still licking her lips.

"Then scoot down a little, hold your head back, and open your mouth."

Moving easily in the piss that had pooled under her little hiney, Melanie slid forward until her face was directly below Kim's ass then put her arms behind her to keep her body propped up, as she carefully surveyed her mother's bottom. Looking between her legs, her long straight blonde hair hanging down to hide her face, Kim first moved forward a little then back a little, as she tried to line up her asshole with her daughter's open mouth.

Switching cameras, Vanessa was able to zoom in right on Kim's ass crack then pan down to Melanie's anxious face below, her eyes nearly crossed as she stared up at her mother's puckering anus.

"Get ready, Honey Bear, 'cause Mommy can't hold it anymore."

After lowering her ass a tad closer to Melanie's face, Kim relaxed, allowing her anal sphincter to swell open. Inside lay a creamy dark-brown turd, which contrasted highly against the pale skin of her smooth heart-shaped ass. Melanie's gaze became intense, as she focused on the shit inching out of her mother's expanding anus, and when she stuck out her tongue I could again see that familiar nervous tremble rippling along it.

Then, just like with Vanessa, the slow motion ended and Kim's turd practically sprang out of her asshole and into Melanie's mouth, surprising the child somewhat, but not enough to keep her from gobbling it down.

"Oh, yes, Honey Bear, eat Mommy's chocolate!" Kim said in a loud whisper, obviously trying to keep her voice from leaking outside the bathroom. "Mommy baked that special chocolate just for her little Honey Bear!"

By now, as a result of Melanie raising her head and Kim lowering her ass, there was only about an inch or so of space between the seven-year-old's open lips and the twenty-seven-year-old's open asshole; and what looked to be a steady, unbroken column of shit continuously pushed out of Kim's bowels, into Melanie's mouth, and down her throat, the girl making even more intense strangling noises than she'd made with Vanessa, as she fought to consume everything her mother fed her.

"My God, Darling, she's practically swallowing it whole!" said Vanessa, her eyes glued to the TV screen as she continued to frig herself. "Along with all she ate from me, her little tummy must be packed!"

I was so entranced by what I was watching that I was barely able to grunt out a response to Vanessa's comment, as I continued to jack off.

After what was probably only several seconds, but what seemed like several minutes, Kim finally finished dumping her load in Melanie's mouth, flexing her anus several times to make sure she had forced out every last bit of shit. She then eased down until she was actually sitting lightly on the girl's face, and we could hear loud slurping as Melanie licked her mother's asshole clean.

"Yes, Honey Bear, lick those leftovers out of my honey pot," Kim moaned. "Make it nice and clean."

That was the last part of the mother-daughter act I got to see, because the next thing I knew Vanessa had crawled on top of me and slipped my dick in her mouth, while settling her sopping snatch on my mouth. Now we were the ones trying to hold down the noise, as we moaned while sucking each other off. We were both so far along that it took only a minute or so for us to reach orgasm, and I gasped as Vanessa's cunt contracted around my tongue then spat several pungent streams of pussy juice into my sucking mouth, while I spurted a big, slimy wad of sperm down her throat. By the time she rolled off me, we were both drained. We lay beside each other resting for longer than either of us thought, because, before we knew it, someone was tapping on the door.

"Just a minute!" Vanessa said, jumping out of the bed. She slipped into her bathrobe and gave me a wink before opening the door only enough to show her face.

"So, Kiddo, you two all set to take off?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Kim. "Now that we've washed up, she's tired again, so I need to get her home."

"Okay. I'll let you out," said Vanessa, upon which she opened the door just enough to squeeze out of it, then closed it behind her.

Switching the TV monitor back to the view of the living room, I watched as Vanessa crouched down and gave a listless Melanie a hug. I smiled when I realized how much care she was taking not to press too hard against the girl's stomach. After she let them out and returned to the bedroom, I just lay there staring at her and shaking my head.

"What's the matter, Darling?" she finally asked, as she crawled back into bed.

"I was just thinking how my ability to spot child molesters isn't nearly as good as I thought it was," I admitted. "And speaking of that, I'm curious about something."

"And what might that be?"

"Well...what if Kim hadn't had to go so bad? Would you have still suspected that something was going on between her and Melanie?"

"Probably. On top of what Melanie told me about the Poomp Game thing, there were just too many other signs for nothing to be happening between them."

"So what's next? Now that you know about Kim, are you going to tell her about you and Melanie?"

Vanessa just looked at me, her lips slowly curling up into a smile, as she mulled over my questions. "We'll see, Darling, we'll see. But, at the very least, I have a feeling I'll be doing a LOT more babysitting over the next few weeks."