Subject:     Up for Days
Story Codes: Mf Mg fm gb oral
Author:      <name and address withheld by request>
Posted By:   Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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It was the late 90's. A typically warm, sunny day in the heart of Silicon 
Valley. I was a young cyber-debutante /musician existing amongst the 
throes of dot com'ers. That day was exceptionally vivid as I recall 
locking my car door and casually sauntering towards the dilapidated old 
apartment complex. I had been chatting with this woman named "Kim" online 
and was about to meet her for the first time.

Native born, I stood an average height, lean with a full mop of shiny 
black hair, bangs in my face mirroring the alt/rock Seattle grunge music 
scene that would soon be fading. Being in a rock group empowered my 
natural charisma, and when combined with bad boy good looks it became a 
virtual magnet for scoring the teen babes and their mothers. I was a beta 
tester of the now infamous controlled substance called Crystal Meth. 
Thankfully I was able to discontinue my use of this drug when my 
experimental partying phase of my youth ended.  

Back to the story..... It was a weekend, so on this particular day I was 
partying. As I approached the building I did some stealth self-checks of 
my nasal passages for any potential visible trace residues of the "rip" 
that a girlfriend kicked me down that morning. I always made a conscious 
effort to keep in check any behavior typically associated with being 
"wired" because law enforcement was eager to spot and interrogate anyone 
they may allege suspicious. Unlike most tweakers, I kept my use of a 
controlled substance in moderation according to the unwritten outlaw 
pharmaceutical user guide for recreational self-medication.

Walking faster I could feel a rush coming on as if I was levitating; my 
every sense was on full alert. Every stride I took seemed to somehow 
stimulate the underside sensitive head of my cock, its firmness growing 
visible in the leg of my black khaki type shorts that I wore low on my 
hip displaying a partial view of the tribal tattoo extending below my 
navel. Being it was summer, I was wearing an imported line tank top 
allowing freedom of movement, and its scant cut complimented the toned 
features of my upper torso and arms.

I spotted the apt where Kim lived and as I approached I noticed the face 
of a child peering out the front window. "Aww shit" I thought to myself 
"this sucks - she never mentioned having any kids to me". Being the 
considerate type I didn't want to bail out on this woman without at least 
a "hello". Arriving at her doorstep I gave a polite knock on the 
weathered door. It was promptly opened. There stood before me a woman who 
looked to be in her early thirties, average looking, thin and petite, not 
ugly but certainly not stunning.

After introducing herself as Kim, she nervously invited me inside. Once 
in, I removed my shades and gave her a warm but reserved greeting after 
assessing her looks to be slightly above mediocre. As my eyes adjusted to 
the indoor dimness my cock gave a twitch when I observed the rather 
vulgar yet sexy camel toe between her legs wedging a puffy bulge through 
the thin tight fabric of her mini cotton shorts. I admired the deep 
crevice as it snaked up in between her firm, shapely buttocks.

Being a camel-toe lover I had to appreciate the contours and definition 
displayed on this one. Despite the temptation I was still resolved to try 
and maintain my standard of quality over quantity. I contemplated on 
executing a courteous exit, but during the course of small talk she 
divulged something that signaled me to stick around a little longer. She 
claimed to have a connection to "the kind", the coveted glasslike pure 
ether based crystal meth with legs that will keep you up for days on just 
one line. She said it was available to her at that moment. All she needed 
was someone to stay with her kids while she went to score it. Her extreme 
generosity at offering to pay for it all including sharing it with me for 
free was an indication that she wanted me to stay around for some fun. 
Well she looked do-able; and I had a strong desire to unload, and free 
crank? "What the fuck?" I reasoned to myself. A horny sugar mama could 
bring some benefits. One never knows what perks may be hidden.

After agreeing to babysit Kim's children while she scored us a bag, I 
took a moment to survey my surroundings while Kim prepared to leave. The 
unit appeared to be a 1-bedroom 1-bath type with a small kitchen. It was 
dimly lit, but the glow emitting from the console TV which her 2 kids 
were glued to was bright enough for me to determine that although poor 
and into drugs, this mother was capable of keeping her home clean. After 
a while Kim reappeared dressed in some loose fit jeans and half shirt. 
She explained that her "connection" persistently hits on her so she 
didn't want to encourage him by wearing anything sexy. After briefing me 
on where some snacks were for the kids and myself, she left while 
reminding me to be patient because she was using the Public Transit to 
get there and back.

Once she was gone, I felt somewhat awkward at first being that I had no 
prior experience overseeing children, but the fixation the 2 kids had for 
the TV helped fill the void allowing me to be more at ease. I noticed a 
small cluster of magazines in a rack next to a recliner so I got up and 
sat in it, kicking the foot rest up into the recline position for 
comfortable reading.

I thumbed through the cluster of mostly fashion magazines and was 
surprised to find an adult type magazine amongst the collection. It was 
just a simple budget press kind found at newsstands and contained mainly 
ads from local singles and couples with pictures looking to meet for 
casual sex. I began to flip through the pages engrossed with all the ads 
for people wanting sex.

Suddenly I heard a little noise come from the direction of where the two 
kids were sitting on the floor. I looked up from my reading to find a 
curious display unfolding before me. The little girl was sitting on the 
carpeted floor, her knees drawn up and arms wrapped around her little 
legs in a defensive position. She was clutching the hem of her short 
summer dress and pulling it down in an effort to protect her privates 
from being prodded by a pencil that older brother was wielding.

My first reaction upon witnessing this behavior was to ask the boy to 
refrain from assaulting his little sister. He obeyed and returned to 
watching TV. Baffled somewhat by this behavior, I began to wonder if this 
was typical of kids growing up. Not having an answer, I resumed my 
reading. After a while, I looked up to find the boy again with pencil in 
hand lying on his back attempting to peer under the little girl's dress, 
wearing an evil grin and snickering. Again I asked him to stop but this 
time he didn't listen; instead he appeared to become even more 
aggressive.

Realizing my failure at presenting myself as a convincing parental figure 
I resorted to diversion tactics by inviting both children to come with me 
to the kitchen for some ice cream. This proved successful at getting the 
boy to finally stop with his devious play. Well as you can guess this was 
only a temporary fix, and upon our return to the living room the boy once 
again resumed his behavior. I tried various ways to control the little 
devil. I tried everything from threatening to tell his mother about his 
behavior to attempts at reasoning with him about the proper behavior of a 
male. He persisted in ignoring everything I said.

I noticed that the little girl was quite a trooper through it all. She 
would quietly fend him off as best as she could without anger. I felt a 
desire to protect her from this demon sibling of hers. I informed her 
that if she wanted she could share the recliner with me to get away from 
the line of sight her brother had fixed upon her. I suggested that she 
could amuse herself with some pencils and her sketchpad. She promptly 
accepted the offer, so I scooted over enabling us both to sit in the 
reclined position as she doodled on her pad. This appeared to be a 
promising fix to the dilemma, or so it seemed.

It was about this time that I began to take notice of the physical 
features that this little girl possessed. She appeared to be about 5 or 6 
years of age, petite and slender with no hips or chest, but her natural 
posture pushed her little butt out revealing its rounded shape. Her 
burgundy-red hair was up in two little ponytails with long strands 
framing her fair skin face. I noticed she had a cute, upturned nose 
accenting a somewhat pout-ish looking mouth that would occasionally flash 
her retainer when she spoke.

As I was fumbling around in an effort to swap the adult magazine for 
something more appropriate, my focus was strangely unable to resist 
peeking at the tiny set of legs stretched out beside me. Meanwhile the 
little tot appeared to be engrossed with her drawing, as she lay extended 
with her sketchpad positioned on the recliner's armrest. My conscience 
began to grapple with undeniable feelings of sexual arousal when I 
noticed that her short cotton summer dress had innocently hiked up to 
reveal the worn-out faded panties she was wearing. The tattered cloth was 
ripped and torn with a couple of large holes that obscenely displayed 
portions of the child's hairless, puffy sex.

As the young thing adjusted her legs for optimal comfort, I realized I 
had a visual on the target entry points to her brother's obsession. I 
recall wondering why Kim didn't provide her daughter some new underwear. 
The deviant side of me was rather glad she didn't. It was then that I was 
forced to come to terms with myself. I faced the realization that because 
of my thrill-seeker nature and anti-society attitude, I was already 
pushing the legal and ethical envelope by dating 15 and 16 year-old 
girls. It wasn't all my doing. These girls chose to pursue me as their 
lover and even lied about their age, as in the case of a 12 year-old 
whose true age was divulged to me after I had her in my bed. My failure 
was my lack of exercising restraint in the face of temptation.

I was able find some justification knowing that I provided them with 
sensitive and satisfying pleasure far exceeding the boys their age. I 
showed them how to achieve orgasm for themselves and how not to simply be 
a vehicle for male pleasure. My popularity with the young and wild babes 
made me the envy or icon of my male peers.

Unable to resist I stole another glance at the prepubescent stretched out 
beside me unknowingly exposing her privates. Society would deem this 
inappropriate. On the other hand, the actions perpetrated by her brother 
when attempting to penetrate her with a pencil is far less appropriate. I 
wondered if it was possible for a child of her age to experience sexual 
pleasure. Why was her brother so fixated on her privates?

While processing these thoughts, my cock on its own accord engorged 
itself with blood, thickening to a somewhat uncomfortable tube-steak 
size, fat and rock hard. I attempted to adjust it so that it wouldn't be 
so obviously displayed under the fabric of my shorts while draping the 
magazine I was reading over my lap for concealment. In doing so I didn't 
realize that the magazine was open to a full two-page photo spread 
featuring the fully nude swinger couple of the month.

Before I could flip it shut a loud snicker emitted from the little demon 
of a brother. Too late -he'd already seen. Trying to regain my composure 
I calmly removed the magazine off of my lap and placed it back in the 
rack beside me. Without a magazine for cover, my erection was exposed. 
Its girth and length formed an obscene bulge. Like a fat salami it lay 
atop my legs that I held pinched together so as to enable the little girl 
enough room to share the recliner with me.

This also did not go unnoticed by the little brat boy as he proceeded to 
bob up and down from a kneeling position on the carpeted floor a couple 
feet away, pointing his finger towards my crotch while giggling and 
taunting "oooooo, I see that, oooooo, you can't hide it!"

I quickly glanced at the little girl next to me to gauge her reaction and 
noticed her eyes were fixed on my bulge staring at it in a curiously 
studious way. All of a sudden she spoke; "Tommy, stop saying dat, dat's 
not nice...stop it....pulleeeez" she said in an effort to come to my 
defense. I remember thinking to myself how cute and sweet this child was.

I took the opportunity to give her little leg a squeeze to signal my 
appreciation for her boldness. As I did I fought the impulse to caress 
the baby soft skin of her inner thighs leading up to the hole-ridden 
panties which I noticed had begun to wedge itself a deep crevice through 
the hairless slit of her tiny folds. She must have picked up on my focus 
of attention, because in a typical shy, childlike manner, she attempted 
to sit more ladylike while tugging at her dress to cover herself. At that 
point I refrained from emitting any more signals that may cause her to 
feel self-conscious.

I decided to ask these two children if they had a father. I began by 
simply asking "So where's your Dad?"

After some silence the girl somewhat timidly replied "He's gone away for 
now" to which her brother loudly added "He'll be back, mom talks to him. 
She told me so," and then he proceeded to play with a plastic toy pistol, 
brandishing it in mock combat as he leaped around the room stir-crazy 
from boredom.

"Shit," I thought to myself, "I hope he will burn out and settle down 
soon." I glanced at his little sister to ask her if he's always this 
active, but I was suddenly jarred by a dull impact upon my crotch. 
Startled, I instinctively placed both of my hands over my crotch as a 
defensive reflex. To my lower left I spotted the demon brother in a 
crouch attempting to hide, unable to contain his giggling mischievous 
glee.

Springing up, he launched himself at me again, aiming for my lap. 
Gripping his plastic toy pistol with both hands he thrust towards my 
crotch. In that instant I understood that this boy was simply using this 
pseudo-violent method of play to mask his real agenda, which was to touch 
my penis. Ironically the boy's fixation on his sister's privates was 
diverted to mine. It then occurred to me that I should simply play along 
with the boy and allow him to feel in command. Being that his body weight 
was that of a child, it was unlikely that he could be capable of 
physically hurting me even if he intended to.

Hurting me clearly was not his goal as he made every effort to execute a 
soft landing upon my loins and then quickly push himself off while 
placing his hands on my cock. I chose a passive role and pretended to be 
engrossed with reading a magazine and feigned surprise and helplessness 
at the boy's every assault and retreat. He delighted in becoming bolder 
and more deliberate at fondling my tool. Then something happened that I 
never dreamed could stimulate me with such intensity.

First I heard the little girl's tiny voice of protest saying "Don't you 
do dat anymore Tommy, I won’t let you." Then I felt her tiny set of hands 
placed upon my cock as if to innocently shield or protect it from what 
she perceived as hurtful attacks by her older sibling.

My senses were at overload and my sex drive chemically enhanced. More 
blood surged into my cock causing it to twitch and jerk violently under 
her tiny hand. With a puzzled expression on her face she began a closer 
inspection of the throbbing member which appeared to have a life of its 
own.

Gritting my teeth, I let out a low moan. With a look of sincere innocence 
and one hand covering her mouth, she whispered "oopsie, I think I made 
your thingie wake up. Will it hafta pee icky milk now?" Given my state of 
arousal, I could only respond with a weak smile as I struggled with 
maintaining control.

The little girl decided to continue with her investigation to determine 
if my thingie already made its milk. She maneuvered herself on the 
recliner into a kneeling position. Then with one hand still clutching my 
cock to help keep her balanced, she proceeded to lean precariously 
forward levering her head low enough to peer up the open pant leg of my 
shorts to check for milk. In this position her dress hiked completely up, 
exposing her tiny ass and hole-ridden panties that had managed to 
completely become misaligned to one side partially imbedding the elastic 
between her hairless, puffy folds.

The fabric stretched obscenely (like a Melvin), jamming itself up between 
the crack of her tiny ass cheeks. I detected a faint brown skid-mark, 
barely visible, as the cloth strung itself like a thong, partially 
revealing her puckered pink asshole as it threatened to gape due to the 
extreme angle in which she positioned her body. This was all too much for 
me.

With a stifled "uuunnghhh" I unleashed unloading a scalding rope of sperm 
so thick that it flared my dilated piss hole as the torrent of liquid 
ejected from the swollen head. The hot deluge of my first shot blasted 
square in the face of the exploring little girl as she was peeking up the 
pant leg of my shorts. Startled, she recoiled while tightening her grip 
on my cock to secure her balance as she struggled to rise from her 
awkward bent position. The clutching grip of her tiny hand triggered yet 
another thick long rope of my milk to burst forth and splatter onto the 
dark carpeted floor.

Not wanting the extremely intense experience to end I clamped my hand 
over the little girl's hand and squeezed-forcing her to finish me off as 
my pulsating thick rod spewed the remainder of my huge load onto the 
drenched carpet, its oozing trail trickling out from the bottom of my 
shorts' pant leg to pool on the vinyl upholstered recliner.

Spent, I suddenly returned to my senses in a bit of a panic. I glanced 
over at the boy who appeared to be in somewhat of a trance as he sat 
perched near the semen-drenched carpet, wide-eyed and mouth open in awe 
as he surveyed the aftermath of my explosive release. I braced myself as 
I saw his face transform into a wicked sneer, a prelude to the hyena like 
taunting laughter typical of a naughty boy his age.

Switching my focus upon the little girl still sitting beside me, I 
ordered the boy to go look for a clean towel, which to my surprise he 
obeyed. My initial assessment of the little girl's state of mind and body 
elicited mixed feelings of guilt, sexual arousal and concern. Tender 
affection flooded me, overriding all other emotions as I caught a glimpse 
of her bottom lip trembling while she attempted to wipe my semen from her 
eyes using the bottom hem part of her short dress. She was again 
unavoidably exposing herself as she rested on her heels, her spread knees 
digging into the cushioned seat of the recliner.

I tore my attention from her momentarily to grab the towel from the 
outstretched hand of the boy, who had returned. As I thanked him he 
blurted out, "Hey you, you should do that again" in almost a demanding 
tone.

Thinking quickly I saw an opportunity to possibly be rid of him for a 
while. Mustering my most convincing tone I promised him a repeat 
performance with the added bonus of including his personal participation 
so I can show him some fun secrets, but I added "only if he would promise 
to keep quiet about everything."

He promptly interjected stating "I already know all that." Although I was 
tempted to ask how he knew to do this I refrained from doing so. I still 
couldn't help but be concerned about the consequences to all this.

At this point my little head took command. I asked the boy to do one more 
thing for me. It was to promise me he would behave and stay put in front 
of the TV for a while so I could take his little sister into the bathroom 
to wash up. He reluctantly obliged after I convinced him he would be 
rewarded in the end.

I gently bundled the little cum-splattered girl up in the towel and 
whisked her into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I dampened a 
corner of the towel using water from the bathtub spigot and proceeded to 
softly wipe clean her pouting, angelic face.

I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet facing her as I whispered "I'm 
sorry if I hurt you, ... you just made me feel so good I couldn't stop my 
milk" - to which she replied with a soft, squeaky voice "It didn't hurt , 
I jus got scawred. Your thingie's milk was hot like fire, 'n... got in my 
eye" and then she added, "But now it's OK."

I gently took her face into my hands and asked her if I could check her 
eyes to make sure she's OK. Smiling shyly, she offered her face to me, 
opening her eyes wide. I peered deep into her clear, pure green eyes and 
blew a playful puff of air directly at her fluttering eyelash, which made 
her giggle.

Unable to resist her sweet flesh I drew her into my arms and lovingly 
kissed her soft, pouty lips. I kissed her deeply, my tongue sensually 
invading her inexperienced mouth as I awakened a hidden desire within 
her. Navigating around her retainer, I intertwined with her passive 
tongue. She tasted so fresh and thrilling as I felt her body tremble with 
excitement. I withdrew my mouth from hers for a brief moment to look at 
her face. I admired her flawless beauty, as she remained frozen in our 
kissing pose with eyes shut, her head cocked and lips parted in a dreamy 
smile.

Opening my legs wide, I pulled her back into my embrace. Kissing her 
passionately I slipped my hand under her dress to knead her firm tiny ass 
engulfing it entirely in one hand. I slipped my other hand under her 
dress and used both hands to cup the child's ass cheeks, pulling her even 
closer.

Crazy with lust, I obscenely pried her firm, rounded buns apart. I didn't 
foresee spreading them this wide apart would result in her little 
puckered rosebud opening and expelling gas with a dainty, odorless fart. 
The involuntary fart amused the little angel, so even as our mouths were 
locked together in a kiss she burst into laughter as any normal child 
would.

I reveled in her laughter as it reverberated through my body, her lungs 
pushing sound and air into mine as we remained locked in our kiss with 
her miniature frame welded to me. Slipping my hands underneath the 
elastic waistband of her worn panties and I pushed them down off her 
little butt, dropping them to her ankles enabling her to instinctively 
step out of them. Her face was full of wonder as she somehow knew to 
raise her arms on her own accord so that I may lift her flimsy little 
dress up and off of her body with one fluid motion. Now she stood naked 
shivering with anticipation, her sweet, tender and pure prepubescent pale 
body hairless and smooth.

I arose from my sitting position on the toilet lid to stand towering over 
her as I removed my tank top. The little naked girl's attention seemed 
drawn to my tribal tattoo as she reached out to touch it with her finger 
following the trail of ink as it disappeared under my khaki's riding low 
on my hip.

My cock was again primed as it strained to be released from the confines 
of my shorts. The stimulation I derived by administering such acts of 
intimacy upon this little girl required effort to avoid premature 
ejaculation, a condition I thought I conquered when I was an early teen.

Ignoring the discomfort of my aching, throbbing member, my only desire 
was to pleasure this goddess of a child. Without warning I swiftly lifted 
the girl up and planted her naked butt upon the white simulated marble 
countertop of the mirrored bathroom vanity. I then asked her to carefully 
stand up on the countertop and face me.

With my help in steadying her she now stood elevated upon the bathroom 
sink countertop/vanity looking down on me. I gently prodded her legs 
apart stooping to bury my face in the plump hairless folds of her 
underdeveloped sex positioned at chest level before me. The young thing 
let out a squeal followed by a series of giggles as she pat the top of my 
head playfully. Using my tongue skills, I swabbed her little slit 
eventually coaxing her tiny hidden clit to harden. The girl became quiet 
with the exception of a few grunts and random soft moans as I 
concentrated on stimulating her mini clit. Noticing the large mirrored 
wall which was positioned directly behind her, I grasped both of her butt 
cheeks and parted them wide enabling me to clearly see in detail the 
mirrored image of her tiny gaping asshole being vulgarly displayed as I 
tongue fucked her.

I spotted a pump-style soap dispenser within arm's reach, so I smoothly 
applied a squirt of liquid soap to my index finger and gingerly inserted 
it knuckle deep into her winking butt hole. With a small voice she 
exclaimed, "I feel I hafta poo."

I softly reassured her that it was ok, and she could even pretend like 
she was going poo, because going poo feels good and I don't mind if her 
poo came out. So with my finger penetrating her little sphincter I 
resumed my tongue assault on her noticeably-aroused clit. I could feel 
the powerful contractions of her anus as they became more frequent, 
clenching and unclenching on my finger like a vise.

Trapping her engorged clit between my pursed lips I vibrated it, flicking 
it rapidly with hummingbird strokes. All of a sudden she let out a 
muffled wail "ooiiooeeeumphuhh" and I felt her legs buckle and her tummy 
ripple as she ground her spasming crotch into my face.

With her fists clenched gripping my hair, her brain sought to process 
these new sensations. I sensed her body recoil and stiffen as she 
prepared to peak on the final wave that was about to rip through her 
delicate frame. Gasping and babbling baby talk incoherently she convulsed 
against my vibrating tongue. I pulled my imbedded finger from her 
clenching ass and her tiny body let go, discharging a burst of air from 
her unplugged asshole powerful enough to splatter a few specs of fecal 
matter on the vanity mirror.

The pungent scent of little-girl poo filled the room and the distinct 
taste of urine was in my mouth. It was apparent that her release also 
encompassed her body fluids. I realized the little girl was struggling 
with her emotions, confused and on the verge of crying. Reaching up I 
gathered her into my arms. Locking her legs around my waist with her arms 
around my neck she clung to me as I held her tight. I assured her that 
she didn't do anything wrong or bad. I kissed her cheek and whispered 
into her ear how beautiful she was.

After a moment or two I gently set the child down, leaving her standing 
naked and soiled on the bathroom floor. I chuckled as I pointed to the 
stream of urine running down her leg and then to the speckled mirror and 
said "It feels real good to tinkle and poo sometimes huh?" She blushed 
and nodded her head in agreement. I tickled her ribs and she responded 
with a giggle.

At this point I was a little concerned about the time, but by my 
calculations it still seemed safe. I understood how drug deals worked and 
figured it always took longer than anticipated. Then there was a bang on 
the bathroom door and I heard the little boy whine something about what's 
taking so long.

Opening up the door I told the boy that his little sister had pooed 
herself and needed a bath. He caught a whiff of the faint odor and when 
he saw her immediately began to mock her. I told him to be quiet as I 
started to run the bath water to fill the tub. The little boy quickly 
retorted with "What 'bout what you promised? liar, liar."

I said, "OK, but everything has to be a secret, and if you tell anyone 
about it I won't ever come back to visit you."

The boy answered "I don't tell nuthin'." Looking over at his little naked 
sister who stood with her hands covering her sex, he sneered, "she won't 
tell too," to which she shook her head in dumb agreement.

I instructed the boy to go into the kitchen and fetch the bottle of dish 
soap. Picking the little girl up, I lifted her into the tub as it was 
filling with water. When the boy returned, I squirted some dish soap into 
the tub and watched the little girl's face light up as the bubbles 
appeared.

Looking at the boy I said, "Okay we need to both be naked."

I dropped my shorts. The little boy balked, standing wide-eyed watching 
my swaying cock as I climbed into the bath and sat down. I twisted around 
to shut off the flow of water as the boy stripped naked and jumped into 
the bath to sit behind his little sister, legs straddling her sides.

I maneuvered the little girl around to sit with her tiny butt up against 
my rapidly re-hardening cock as I went through the motions of washing her 
body clean. The boy began splashing about, but then decided to focus his 
attention on jammin' his foot up underneath his sister's crotch laughing 
and chanting, "I'll kick your butt."

I lifted her up to escape his prodding foot, but by doing so I enabled 
his foot to plant itself directly on my now erect cock. Realizing what 
his foot was pressing on, he became serious and remarked "mine's gonna be 
just as big" in a matter of fact tone.

I responded with "Let's have a look and I'll tell you if so."

The boy suddenly got fidgety and said "no you'll just make fun of me."

Acting nonchalantly, I reassured him I already caught a glimpse of it and 
in my opinion his was gonna grow even bigger than mine. The boy reacted 
with renewed vigor and commenced with fondling himself and showing off 
his little hardon to me and to his little sister, who appeared somewhat 
unimpressed.

My own cock was fully erect at this point, fat and in danger of unloading 
at the slightest touch. I told the boy that I was ready to play as 
promised. Giggling, he stood up as I scooped his tiny sister into my arms 
and stepped out of the tub. Dripping wet, I positioned myself to stand 
facing the vanity mirror with the girl's arms wrapped around my neck, her 
legs wrapped around my waist clutching me in an embrace as my hands 
cupped her ass cheeks to support her feather-like weight.

I could see her puckered asshole clearly in the mirror's reflection. Her 
older brother obviously was captivated by the erotic display also as he 
stood wet and gawking at my massive erect cock poised for penetration, 
slapping gently against his younger sister's glistening small buttocks. I 
snapped him from his gaze by ordering him to squirt some lotion in his 
hand and apply it to my thingie.

He did what I asked with obvious naughty excitement as he awkwardly 
rubbed a handful of the greasy stuff thoroughly on my throbbing member. 
My organ was too thick for the boy to wrap his fist around, so using both 
hands he began to pump my rod in a novice fashion. I almost spewed my 
load when he reached under and fingered my asshole, so I huskily prompted 
him to stop. Knowing he had discovered a way to control me, he defiantly 
continued to squeeze and stroke me.

Suddenly I felt his warm mouth engulf my bloated cock head, and I had to 
twist my body away violently to avoid erupting. Panting, I told the 
giggling kid to wait a minute as he stared proudly at the clear, seeping 
precum that he triggered as it ran dripping down the length of my rod. I 
told the little boy that he could help me try to insert the swollen 
oozing tip of my thingie into his sister's butt hole.

With mischievous glee, he firmly gripped the length of my cock with both 
hands and pressed its fat cum-coated head against the girl's exposed 
anus. I whispered in the little girl's ear instructing her to pretend 
like she was going poo. I felt her body comply as her brother pushed with 
more force.

"I can make it go in!" he declared. I felt something give and then the 
bulbous lubricated head of my cock was engulfed within the tightest 
clenching ring of flesh known to a man. The tiny girl gave a stuttered 
cry of pain as my pulsating knob of flesh lodged itself in her poop 
chute, stretching it to its limit. I soothed her with my voice and softly 
kissed her neck enabling her to relax and adjust to being penetrated by 
such girth.

There I stood in the bathroom, stimulated to the extreme, both mentally 
and physically. After being up for days partying on meth, the scenario 
that was lewdly being displayed in the mirror before me was indescribably 
erotic. With awe I studied the nude child that I held ffortlessly 
suspended in mid-air, legs wrapped about my waist her arms flung around 
my neck. I admired the flawless contours of her tiny ass, as it was 
obscenely impaled on my monster erection, its circumference as thick as 
the girl's own arms. I could feel her anal cavity clench and unclench. 
The graphic display in the mirror was more than I could take, so I 
shakily ordered the little boy to resume squeezing and stroking my rock 
hard shaft.

It was obvious that the girl's butt hole would not accommodate any more 
of my cock inside her without risk of injury. The eager boy proceeded to 
squeeze & fondle my swollen rigid shaft as its head remained imbedded 
within the powerful grip of his younger sibling's rectal orifice. Then 
the boy fingered my asshole and I felt my whole body go rigid. Every bit 
of my life force surge to the base of my cock.

Drug-induced tension and taboo lust overtook me, filling the capillaries 
of my engorged, constricted shaft. The tight ring formed by the tiny 
girl's clenching anus served to delay my release further until the 
bottlenecked pressure became too great, forcing her tight anal cavity 
ring to dilate, allowing me to inject a screaming, powerfully-compressed 
discharge of searing lava into the little child's bowels. The sheer 
volume of my ejecting semen pried her anal ring apart, flooding her 
insides with my sperm until it breached the seal of her clenching 
sphincter to bubble and leak onto the pumping hand of her older sibling.

"Wowee, it's soooooo much" the boy hissed reveling in the sticky lather 
of cum drenching his pistoning hands as it foamed and squished in his 
grip. I could swear I detected the pharmaceutical scent of my drug binge 
wafting in the air from my saturated release.

My knees buckled as my body continued to spew torrents of scalding semen, 
creating a powerful vacuum of pressure within the girl's anal cavity. A 
moment later the collected pressure inside her hole literally blew my 
cock head out from the gripping seal of her powerful sphincter. Still 
grasping my freed rod, the boy watched devilishly as it ejected one last 
thick rope of sperm from its shit-speckled cock head splattering his 
chest with my opaque jism.

Depleted, still clutching the girl's ass with her body glued to mine; I 
slumped against the vanity to steady myself as I blacked out for a second 
from the intensity. To the devious boy's delight, the gaping hole of his 
little sister's reamed-out rectum expelled a loud, wet, farting vacuum of 
steaming fecal-tinted semen. Its odor was sweetish and unlike any other 
scent.

I caught the boy wrinkling his nose, but before he could launch his 
verbal assault I clamped my hand over his bratty mouth, giving him a 
stern look to stop him from upsetting the precarious state of his little 
sister. I sent him away to fetch us some clean towels and took the 
opportunity to lovingly kiss and reassure the little girl of her angelic 
status.

By the time her brother returned with the towels she was radiating with 
curiosity and pride in her new-found sexiness. She insisted on a close 
examination of my cock, during which I observed her hand between her 
legs, subconsciously rubbing her discovery zone of awakening pleasure.

I soon came to learn that the father to these 2 children was serving a 
lengthy drug prison sentence and that he was sexually interacting with 
the 2 of them prior to his incarceration. I never really knew what Kim's 
(the mother) position on the issue was. I did know that she recognized 
her little daughter's attachment to me and even encouraged it. I made 
certain she was well-satisfied sexually - so maybe this is why she always 
wanted me around to watch her kids for her, whatever. Maybe that's 
another story. In time my lovely preteen lover developed into a sexy 
little rocker-bassist, but she continued having me play her G string ... 
in drop-D -lol.

It's a little sad in a way, knowing that the bar was set so high, and I 
will never again expect to attain the climactic level that peaked when I 
was "up for days."

THE END