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An Extension For Life (Group sex, Child adult, Anal, Sca
By UK Snowy
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.
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