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An Extension For Life (Group sex, Child/adult, Anal, Scat)
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.