Beyond the Poomp Game*
by Coproman
(F/g, M/F, inc, oral, ws, scat) 

*For April, whose "dirty thoughts" I cherish

(NOTE: While this story is complete in and of itself, it also dovetails "My Interview with Elian Gonzalez")
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Ever since Vanessa and I had come back from Cuba, where we had secretly initiated seven-year-old Elian Gonzalez into our kinky sex play, I'd had trouble reaching her.  I had left messages on her answering machine and she had left several on mine, but phone tag was as far as we had gotten.  At least three opportunities to play our little "game" with some new children had come my way, but because my Bahamian friend and I had always worked as a team, I'd had to pass them up when I couldn't reach her.  I figured she was probably busy with some freelance photography project, but I was really getting frustrated, so frustrated that I was about to pick up the phone and call her again to ask if she had lost interest in our extracurricular pedo activities, when my doorbell rang.  I opened the door and there stood Vanessa, wearing the same form-fitting thigh-length red dress she'd worn on our trip.  Suddenly my frustration vanished and a hard-on took its place.

"I'm so sorry we haven't been able to catch up with each other, Darling," she said as she pranced inside, "but I've been preoccupied with this sweet little child."

"What 'sweet little child' is that?"

"The one I've been sitting for."

I was stunned.  "You've been BABYsitting?  Really?"

"That's right."

"Somehow I just can't picture that. So who's the lucky kid?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It had been about two years since I'd even seen Melanie.  At the time, she was just starting kindergarten.  So I was surprised when I saw her again.  She was taller, she had filled out a little bit, and she was grinning that same big grin she has in the picture I showed you.  I wanted to just eat her up, but I remembered our pact and I knew it would be safer to just do what I was supposed to do for those two weeks and not try to 'teach' her anything.  That's why I didn't call you.  But, believe me, Darling, I had NO idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to babysit this girl. 
    
"Kim introduced me to her as 'Aunt Van,' as a term of endearment, and the girl picked up very easily on calling me that.  In fact, after her mother left, it was 'Aunt Van' this and 'Aunt Van' that, as she told me about every little thing she was doing in school, after school, and everyplace else.  It took me about an hour, but I finally got her to settle down enough to stop talking and play with her dolls.  But she wouldn't do it in her room; she insisted on being in the living room with me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I just couldn't imagine my very straitlaced friend playing such a nasty little game with her daughter.  But then, I'm sure when Elian's teacher looked at the two of us, she couldn't imagine what we were going to do to him, either.  So you just never know, right Darling?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"'Yes!' she giggled.

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

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

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

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

"But then came the part even I didn't expect, because the next thing I knew, I heard myself yelling, 'Stick your tongue up my ass, Sweetie!  Lick me where those farts came from!'  And guess what?  The little imp didn't miss a beat; she just tipped her head back and poked her tongue right in my smelly asshole, which made me tingle all over.  I was so overwhelmed by the idea of this little blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie giving me that kind of filthy pleasure that I began to rub my pussy against her chin while she wiggled her little tongue around in my anus.  Then I felt another fart coming, so I lifted up, sat back, and let it go right in her nose.  Well, after that, I heard her gasp and her whole little body started to shake.  She was actually orgasming from being farted in the face!  And that turned me on so much that I started rubbing my pussy up and down her face until I came too, squirting my juice all over her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It turned out her class had been cancelled, so she came straight back home."
  
I shook my head and heaved a sigh of relief for Vanessa's quick thinking.  "So were you and Melanie able to get together again after that, or was it too risky?"

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

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

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

She smiled back at me, knowing exactly where I was going.  "Well, Darling, you KNOW I've never been into the whole scat thing, like you are.  I mean, I've always supported you whenever we were 'teaching' a new kid and you wanted to do it, but I've always held back."

"Tell me something I don't know.  You won't even be on the GIVING end.  I don't know HOW many times I've asked you to take a shit in my mouth, and you haven't done it YET."

"But it's not like I haven't WANTED to, Darling, it's just that...well, I don't know...but whenever I had to go and I've squatted over your face, I've just never been able to do it, knowing your mouth was down there waiting to catch it.  My bowels just seem to lock up or something.  I guess it's psychological, because in my mind we're equals, and doing the scat thing to you would be, like, dominating you, you know?"

"But you can't even do it to the kids we ARE dominating.  I've seen you try, but you just can't do it."

"You mean 'COULDN'T do it,'" Vanessa said, staring me straight in the eye.

My heart began to race.  "You mean...you finally...with Melanie...?"

"Well, it hasn't happened yet," she said.  "But, like I said, that deliciously devilish child has managed to bring things out of me that I never even knew were there!  So now I can't wait to see how far she's willing to go.  That's why I came over here.  When I babysit her on Friday, I'm going to deliberately hold off on going to the bathroom until after my friend brings her over.  So I was thinking, Darling, that you might want to be there to watch the proceedings."

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

"Well, do you?" she asked.  "Or can I assume that the brand new erection you're sporting means yes?"

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

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

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

After those words, Vanessa got up and, after putting her shoes back on, kissed me, then breezed out the door as flamboyantly as she'd pranced in, leaving me sitting there in awe and horny all over again.

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Naturally the only thing I could focus on for the next two days was Friday afternoon, because I knew that 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 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 VCR 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 the TV, the VCR and the switches controlling the various videocams, 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 over 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 gorgeous, 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 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, in 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 eight-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 into 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 eating contests possessed.  But she was surprisingly good at it, so good that by the time Vanessa's next turd stuck its head 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, 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 come, and the leftover shit on her mouth made her look like she was wearing a strange shade of light-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 and the shower turn on.  I took this time to clean myself up, rewind the videotape 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 video, 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 cue the videotape and 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'd better put a new tape in there, 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 dreamworld. 

"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 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 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 pubic hair.  "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 fine straight 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 slurped 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 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 next to 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'm just curious about something.  What if Kim hadn't had to go so bad?  Would you have still suspected 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."


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