Parenting Guides Healthy Stools (g,extreme pedo,nepi,scat)

written by PeachKisser


Part 1 - Poo Poo Awareness

When your baby girl is still in diapers, probably around age two or so,
you should begin showing her what comes out of her body, the reason you
have to change her diaper. Be sure to couch it in terms she can
understand, using words that she can remember.

Show her the full didy, explain how her body made all the poopoo that came
out and filled the didy. Let her smell the poopoo, show her how sometimes
it smells different. If your little angel eats some corn, this is a great
way to exhibit the process of digestion: show her the undigested kernels
in her poopoo, let her pick them out of her stool and examine them.

Once your princess understands that the poopoo she makes is simply food
that she has eaten in the last few days, you can move on to making a fun
game out of helping her learn to make her poopoo in her own toilet. This
is where one of those little Fisher-Price plastic toilets is invaluable,
since the smaller commode fits her little bottom perfectly, and is just
the right height that she can squat her stubby little legs down
comfortably and practice.

When your baby girl is ready to move out of diapers, it is your
responsibility to make sure that her efforts are successful. One of the
beast ways to achieve this is to build up a series of games around the
process of bodily elimination.

My personal techniques with both of my daughters was to begin with poopoo
awareness, much the same way I did with peepee awareness. I began by
asking my little girls if they felt a need to make poopoo after each of
their meals. With peepee awareness I would reach down into their diaper
and gently cup their little pussy slit and press in gently on their
bladder with the heel of my hand. When they paused and looked right in my
eyes I would say to them "Peepee?" Once I had done this a few times I had
each girl trained: within seconds I would feel a flood of fresh hot urine
splash out of her tight little vulva cleft and into her diaper. "Good
girl!" I would encourage her as I felt her grunting and emptying her
bladder into my hand. The powerful stream felt heavenly against my
fingers.

To reward my girls for their heightened peepee awareness, I would take a
few minutes to rub their hairless little pussies, all slippery and wet
from their peepee, and they would smile and sigh as I stroked them. And
unless I had recently climaxed myself, I would almost always have to pull
my cock out and rub it while doing this, just to relieve the tension. My
girls would notice this and smile, and while I stroked their pussies after
their peepee, they would ask me innocently, "Daddy make sperms?" I would
nod and jerk faster and faster while gently tracing the lower pout of
their baby pussies, and soon they could tell Daddy was close, and they
would say "Daddy cummy!!!" eagerly, and I would splash my load out
everywhere and then we'd go off and change their diapers.

With poopoo awareness it was the same, except I had to use both hands: I
would kneel down and have my baby girl squat down for me, right there
between my legs. I would often slip my stiff cock out of my pants, just in
case I needed to rub it or anything. Slipping one hand in the front of my
baby girl's diaper, I would reach down until my fingers curled under her
compact little vulva. I would slide my other hand down the back of her
diaper, working my fingers along the little cleft of her bottom, down
under her little buttcheeks, lower, lower, until I found her tiny little
sphincter. Because she was squatting, her little bottom was all open and
available for my fingers to touch all over. I'm always amazed at how warm
and smooth and sticky her bottom feels, that tender little inner flesh
that never really sees the light of day.

When my fingertip finally touches on my little girl's sphincter, I massage
her gently there, circling my fingertip gently around the tight little
muscular ring, as well as sometimes gently stroking her clitoris with my
other hand. Kneeling forward I would kiss my precious baby girl's head and
whisper to her. "Becky need to make poopoo?" I could smell her strawberry
shampoo as I kissed her scalp and nuzzled my nose against her golden
curls. She would sit there mesmerized by the feeling of Daddy's strong
hands under her bottom, the one big finger circling on her back door, the
other large hand squeezing her delicate little vulva, lovingly massaging
her baby slit.

"Go ahead, Becky make poopoo for Daddy..." I would coo to her, pressing
and circling on her anus with my finger. This almost always worked, and
shortly I would feel her sphincter start to loosen up and twitch as her
bowels began to move. First her sphincter would clamp and pulse gently,
repelling Daddy's finger as it pushed outward with the pressure. The hard
lump of my baby girl's stool, waiting just inside her little bottom, would
press outward, and her little sphincter would bulge against Daddy's
waiting finger.

Daddy would gently keep circling his finger on her sensitive anus,
whispering encouragement in my baby girl's ear. "Oooh, good girl... baby
Becky gonna make a big poopoo for Daddy..." Becky would grunt and push and
her little face would be a mask of deep concentration. Sometimes her eyes
would close and her cheeks would get rosy red as she strained for release,
and a little grunt might escape her lips as she strained.

Finally her bowels would win out, and Daddy's finger would be pushed aside
gently by her little poopoo coming out. "Good girl!" whispers Daddy into
his angel's ear, increasing the tempo of his other hand rubbing her pussy.
"Good little Becky making her poopoo come out for Daddy..."

Sometimes mid-poopoo my angel will pause to regain her breath, and Daddy
will patiently wait, rubbing his finger around between her bottom while
she squats there, with her buttcheeks spread wide. Daddy can feel the
stiff little shaft of her poopoo protruding halfway out of her anus. Daddy
playfully nudges the stiff little turd, wiggling it gently back and forth.
Becky can feel the movement deep inside her bowels, as her little turd is
nudged by Daddy's strong fingers, and she giggles because it feels so
funny being touched like that. Soon her bowels pick up their clenching
motion afresh and Daddy feels the turd moving further out of her anus.

Finally my little girl has emptied herself, and I gently nudge the little
turd away from her delicate anus, feeling the little muscular ring close
shut behind the eliminated stool. "Good girl! What a good little baby
girl!" I coo into her ear. She smiles because she knows she has pleased
Daddy by making such a good poopoo for him.

Taking my hand off her pussy I leave my one hand down the back of her
diaper and she squats there patiently while I continue to examine and
massage her poopie little bottom, making sure her anus has properly closed
again. I grip my stiff cock with my free hand and begin short-stroking my
painfully-erect cock. She notices and asks again, "Daddy make sperms?"
Daddy nods breathlessly and increases his pace, one hand on his cock and
one hand down the back of her poopoo-filled diaper, feeling all over her
silky bottom.

My little angel waits patiently, squatting between Daddy's knees. She
knows that Daddy must examine her bottom very carefully after her poopoo,
because he loves her so very much. And she knows also that when she makes
her poopoo come out like this, her Daddy's thing gets all stiff and hard
and hurts inside, and he has to rub it to make it feel better. Little
Becky is patient and doesn't mind waiting for her Daddy to feel better,
especially since it feels so good having Daddy's strong hand massage
around her bottom after she makes her poopoo come out.

Becky smiles up at her Daddy and sees that his face is strained as he
concentrates. She looks down at his great big stiff thing, which reaches
almost to where she squats, and sees the big shiny purple head turning
darker as her Daddy's hand moves up and down faster and faster. She knows
that Daddy will make a lot of sperms today because of how hard he is
working, how his face is all red now, and by how big and bloated Daddy's
thingy looks.

She feels her Daddy's hands exploring down by her bottom, feels his
fingers squishing around her poopoo inside the diaper, feels his fingertip
pressing against her sphincter, which is still tingling from her recent
bowel movement. She wishes that her Daddy was still touching her peepee up
front, since that feels so good, but since Daddy only has two hands, she
understands. But now Becky gets bold and slips one hand down and cups her
bare little pussy inside her diaper, squeezing her sensitive privates and
relishing the warm feelings.

Daddy notices and strokes his cock faster now. "Is Becky touching her
peepee?" She nods and blushes. Daddy presses his fingers between her
buttcheeks, smearing her warm poopoo around her asscrack. "Good little
Becky... good little Becky touching her peepee so good for Daddy..." he
says encouragingly. Becky redoubles her rubbing and grunts, and Daddy can
feel her little anus clamping as she stimulates her own peepee.

"Oh baby, Becky sweetie... you're such a good girl!" hisses Daddy through
clenched teeth. Becky knows that Daddy's going to make his sperms really
soon now, as she recognizes that funny look he gets on his face. She
stares at the end of Daddy's big thingy, the purple bulby thing with the
little wet hole on the end, and watches as Daddy's lemon-things bounce up
and down underneath, his hand rubbing up and down his shaft.

Finally it happens. Daddy grabs Becky's bottom just a little too tightly,
his hand closing around under her, and his middle finger slips
inadvertently into her anus. "Daddeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Becky in surprise,
her little body going rigid as she grabs her pussy involuntarily. She
feels the wet spatter of Daddy's sperms spraying against her face, against
her arm, against her cheek, and feels her Daddy's invading finger
wriggling and twitching around in her bottom. She grunts and wheezes as
Daddy does the same, his balls emptying their sticky white contents all
over her. She struggles to get up but Daddy's hand is too strong, his
finger hooked inside her bottom and holding her in place while he
ejaculates all over her. Finally there are only a few drools oozing out
and down Daddy's big long shaft and Becky's sphincter finally manages to
clamp one final time and evict her Daddy's finger at last.

With these techniques and plenty of patience, you will help your little
girl build up to the day when she can use the toilet all by herself and
doesn't need to wear diapers anymore.


Part 2 - Poo Poo Parties


When it was time for Becky to have her first "real" poopoo on the potty,
my wife Ellen and I decided to hold a special little party for her. We
decided to invite a bunch of her friends, most of whom were a year or so
older and already potty-trained, to come over and help us celebrate our
angel's big day. We had about a dozen kids over or so, and my wife helped
with them.

For the occasion we requested that the parents put diapers on their kids,
even if they no longer needed them, just so we could do a ceremonial
removing of the diapers. We figured it might be strange seeing a bunch of
five year olds running around awkwardly with diapers on under their
clothes, so as soon as each kid arrived we had them strip down so they
were only wearing the diaper.

We had the party in our large den that opened out onto the lawn, so the
kids came and went between the sunny day outside and the carpeting inside.
My wife and I stripped down and put on adult diapers ourselves, just for
the occasion, and within a few minutes of watching a bunch of diaper-clad
kids romping around, I was completely erect and stiff. On a hunch I
reached my hand into Ellen's diaper and felt down low where her pussy
tucked between her legs. Sure enough, her gooey wet pussy was oozing into
her fresh diaper. Every so often during the party I would slip my hand
down and cup my wife's pussy through her diapers, squeezing her clit and
reminding her how we were going to help our baby girl potty train today.

Once all the kids had a big picnic lunch and drinks, we call them all
inside. "Okay everybody, thanks for coming to help Becky celebrate her
first big-girl poopoo!" I said. Becky smiled weakly and waved at all her
friends. "And now since Becky is going to be saying 'Goodbye' to her
diaper, we're all going to say goodbye to our diapers and take them off
now, on the count of three. Make sure you undo the tape first..." I
cautioned.

The kids fumbled for a few seconds with their diaper tape and one little
boy was super-nervous and couldn't seem to make his diaper come undone.
Ellen went over to help him and as they fumbled and tore the tape loose
his little diaper dropped accidentally, revealing him fully to the room.
As it happens, his little wiener was stiff as a pencil, a darling little
pink finger-sized boner sticking out. "No!!!" he shrieked in terror,
picking up his diaper and holding it in place. "It's okay sweetie," said
my wife soothingly, kissing his cheek and stroking his back to reassure
him. "It's all better, we're all going to take them off together now,
ready?"

I knelt before my daughter and took hold of her diaper, undoing the tapes.
"Okay everybody, Ready?" Nods all around. "One... two... THREE!!" I
whisked Becky's little diaper down and revealed her fully to the room. She
twisted and writhed in place as the other kids dropped their diapers too,
and in seconds the room was full of naked little girls and boys, twisting
and writhing nervously as they stood there completely naked, holding their
diapers.

"Good, good!" I said encouragingly. Pointing to Ellen I said "Okay, who
wants to help Mrs Jackson out of her diapers?" There came a chorus of "Me!
Me!" and a bunch of kids lunged awkwardly toward my wife. She giggled as
little fingers fumbled around her waistline and I watched her breasts
jiggle as she lifted her arms overhead to give the kids room to work. In
the end it was a boy and a girl, brother and sister if I recall, who undid
my wife's diaper and pulled it off, revealing her fuzzy pussy to the room.
"Ta-da!" she said proudly, turning around and showing them her body.

"And now Daddy," reminded Ellen, gesturing my way. I stepped forwards and
stood there, the bulge of my cock plainly visible underneath my diaper.
Another brother-sister pair stepped forward out of the naked crowd and
approached me. I too lifted my hands and rested them on the back of the
children's heads as they fumbled with my diaper. As they ripped the tape
off at last and eased the padded garment off my hips, I stood there
proudly with my stiff cock jutting straight up from my body. I turned to
the little girl who helped me first and said "Peepee kiss?" She smiled and
grabbed my stiff cock and gave it a quick kiss on the underside, and then
let go and rejoined the crowd. Turning to the little boy I offered him my
cock and he looked at it a moment, then grabbed the shaft and angled it
down to his mouth. He did more than kiss it, and in fact took just a
moment to lick the tip with his tongue, then slurped his mouth around my
shaft and eagerly began sucking. I felt my legs sway as he began... damn,
he was good at this!

Everybody in the room stared as the little five-year-old boy nursed off my
stiff penis and I was lost there in time, my eyes rolled back and my legs
trembling as he sucked on me. Luckily my wife saw what was going on and
came over just in time. Kneeling down next to the little boy sucking on
her husband's cock she said "Okay sweetie, enough for now... we can come
back to that later," she said gently. He disengaged from my swollen penis
and left it standing there thumping the air. I was panting by now and a
little disappointed, but after all this was Becky's party first and
foremost!! There would be plenty of time later for this!

"Okay, what we're going to do is everybody here is going to try and make
a poopoo, so we can show Becky exactly how it works, okay?" One little
girl raised her hand, standing there naked and twisting nervously. "Yes
dear?" She spoke in a tiny voice. "Um, I already made my poopoo this
morning..." she said nervously. "No problem sweetie! We'll all just try
again, and if we can make a poopoo that's great, but if we can't, we'll
have lots of fun trying, okay?" She nodded and looked a little more
comfortable after this.

"Come on over to the garage!" I announced, leading the way through the
house. At that moment the doorbell rang! Oh thank goodness, I had invited
my brother-in-law Harry over to join in our little party, but he didn't
think he could make it. I hoped this was him now. Hushing all the kids I
knelt down and said "Okay kids, I think this is Uncle Harry, and he's late
to the party, so I'll go get him from the front door. You wait here with
Mrs Jackson, okay?" The kids all stood close around Ellen and I walked to
the door.

Sure enough it was Harry, and when the door opened and he saw me standing
there naked, his face brightened. "Sorry bro, running late... looks like
you're already started." "Yep, come on in!" Harry walked past and headed
into the house and rounded the corner and saw his sister Ellen standing
naked with all the naked kids clustered around her. "Hi sister!" he said.

"Okay kids, go get him, take all his clothes off!" said Ellen. She had
evidently gathered them all around and told them what to do, because the
entire crowd of sweet little bodies plowed into Harry's legs, knocking him
back against the wall, laughing his ass off. I stood back and watched as
little hands fumbled at his clothing, pulling his shirt out of his pants,
unbuttoning it. "Gentle kids, GENTLE!" I warned them, and Ellen reached in
and took Harry's sunglasses from him as he held them aloft.

Giving up he sank slowly, his back still against the wall. His shirt was
off in seconds and now he shifted forwards onto his knees as kids
continued stripping him. There were too many kids for all of them to have
something to do, so a few of the less-aggressive ones gave up the fray and
stepped back to watch the adult man being stripped.

"I see his wiener!" shrieked one of the older girls excitedly. I saw her
reach inward and heard Harry grunt as her hands wrapped around his stiff
cock. A few seconds later and Harry was naked as the day he was born,
still laughing his ass off as the kids pulled away one by one, leaving
only the one little girl kneeling there and tugging on his stiff member.
"Okay kids, nice work!" I said. The little girl just kept tugging, fixated
on the stiff cock before her. Finally Harry himself intervened and put his
hands gently on her wrists. "Sweetie, just wait, you can do that later...
let's go join the party again," he said, kissing her forehead. She
reluctantly let go of his stiff cock, which jutted up from his hairy lap.

Harry struggled to his feet, still chuckling. "You sure as fuck know how
to throw a great party!" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Well, we're off to the garage for all the kids to show Becky how to make
her poopoo come out," I said, and led the way.

In the garage I have made a special wooden table, about the length of your
average folding table, six feet long. I have modified this table by
cutting two circular holes in it, spaced a few feet apart. The holes are
just a little bit smaller than a foot in diameter, and underneath each
hole there is a plastic-lined garbage can to catch the peepee and poopoo
as it comes out of the child, who will be squatting above the hole.

Pulling up a bench directly in front of the table, my wife Ellen and I sat
down, then Becky sandwiched in between us. We flipped a few extra lights
on so we could see what was happening, and turned to address the kids in
the room. "Okay, who wants to try the new poopoo table first?" Most of the
kids raised their hands, so I turned to Becky and said "You pick one boy
and one girl sweetie," and she put her hand over her mouth as she thought
about who to call up.

"Devin..." she said, pointing at one of the boys. "And Jennifer," she
said, pointing at her best friend, a plump little blonde girl who was also
my favorite friend of hers. Jennifer was only five years old but because
of her weight she looked a little bit younger, just a roly-poly little
butterball of a girl. Devin was a strong and wiry little guy, and a
gentleman to boot: he offered to help Jennifer climb up onto the table.

Devin took his place over the hole located in front of Ellen, while
Jennifer stood over the other hole, directly in front of me. Both kids
stood there waiting for instructions, and in the bright lights we could
all clearly see their smooth hairless bodies.

Harry spoke up and stepped closer. "Hold on a second, something's not
right here..." he said. He leaned in towards Devin's crotch and examined
the boy's tiny little penis, no bigger than an inch. "I think this needs
a kiss," said Harry. Devin smiled and Harry stuck his tongue out and
slurped the tiny little penis into his mouth. Devin giggled and held onto
the man's head. Harry's head blocked our view momentarily, but Ellen
noticed that Harry's cock was now sticking straight up again, so she
reached over and tickled her fingers along the side of it. "Come on sport,
little Devin has to make some poopoo for us all here," she said playfully.

I just smiled and stared at Jennifer's plump little body, idly stroking my
cock as I drank in her smoothness. Her skin was so pale, her body so
pudgy... the very upper reaches of her pussy cleft ended in a deep little
circular dimple, and in the bright light I could make out the smooth
peach-fuzz on her otherwise-bald mound.

"Sorry about that," said Harry sheepishly, grabbing his stiff penis and
tugging it a few times as he drew back. Now Devin stood on the table
beside Jennifer, but his penis was all stiff and glistening wet now.
"Thank you Mr Jackson," he said to the adult. "My pleasure," said Harry,
pulling up another seat so he could watch everything.

"Okay kids, time to show Becky here how you make poopoo!" I said. "Squat
down over the holes and give it your best." On each end of the table I had
bolted some wooden handles to give the squatting kids something to hold
onto as they got into position. Little Jennifer straddled her hole and
squatted down, grunting as she positioned herself over the opening. When
she was all in place her fat belly pushed forwards between her thighs,
which were pressed up around her torso, and she hung her head forward
looking down at her obscenely-spread privates. I let out a low groan as I
took in the sight of her pussy cleft, spread wide by her squatting, and
below everything the puckering pink rosebud of her anus.

Devin was much quicker to get into place, being so thin, and as he
squatted down his little tiny penis jutted forwards between his legs,
resting partly on his taut little scrotum. Ellen helped him move a little
bit so he was actually right over the hole, and coached both the kids on
pooping.

"Now I know it feels different making your poopoo on a table like this,"
she said. "But it's actually a better way to poop than sitting on a
toilet." I was torn, glancing between Jennifer's wide-spread fat puffy
vulva, and the tiny little stiff pink boner sprouting from Devin's crotch.

"Now just push down gently, just like you do when you make poopoo
normally," said Ellen. Both kids strained and grunted, and I could see
their sphincters pulse and grow. "Becky," I whispered to my little angel.
"See how their bottoms are opening?" She nodded. I took her little hand
and put it right on the middle of my stiff shaft. "Go rub for Daddy," I
whispered, and she started a rhythmic up-down motion, never taking her
eyes off her friend Jennifer.

"Push a little more," coached Ellen. I heard Jennifer grunt and saw her
sphincter pry open slightly. The tip of a little brown turd appeared and
she pushed more. Suddenly the first inch of her turd popped into view and
Becky pointed excitedly, stopping her hand on my cock. "Yes sweetie,
that's her poopoo!" I said. "Now keep rubbing for Daddy," I reminded her,
and she resumed her stroking. Looking over I saw that Devin wasn't having
quite as much luck, but kept trying. I noticed that my wife was rubbing
and squeezing her own pussy now as she watched the kids trying to poop.

Suddenly a stream of yellow pee shot out of Devin's tiny boycock and
splashed onto Ellen's front. She shrieked in surprise and Devin hastily
grabbed at his stiff little dingle and aimed it down the hole. "Sorry Miss
Ellen," he said, blushing. Becky giggled and just kept jerking my cock.
"No problem sweetie, I understand..." said Ellen, chuckling and
masturbating herself faster now.

"Christ this is hot..." I heard Harry muttering from where he sat on the
other side of Ellen. His own hand was a blur as he jerked up and down and
watched Devin continue to piss into the hole below him. I turned back to
watch my plump little Jennifer squatting down and saw that about a three-
inch-long stiff little turd protruded from her anus now.

Pointing at Jennifer I said to Becky, "See? That's how poopoo comes out!"
Turning to Jennifer I said "Hold on just a second... tell me how this
feels." She let up her pressure and watched as I reached under her. I
gently pinched the stiff little lump of shit with my thumb and index
finger and turned to Becky. "See? Daddy is wiggling Jennifer's poopoo!" I
wiggled the little girl's stool from side to side and she grinned.

"That feels funny!" she exclaimed. I saw her clitoris exposed above my
hand, the tiny coral-pink nubbin just barely peeking out of the prepuce
that covered it. Letting go of her warm stool I rubbed my thumb against
her clit and watched as she twitched, her legs trembling. "Oooh," she
said, closing her eyes. I had masturbated Jennifer many times before, and
knew she loved having her fat little clitoris rubbed while she was
squatting like this. As I rubbed her I said "Go ahead, keep pushing," and
she resumed grunting. I saw her turd start to grow, slowly extruding from
her tight bowels.

Glancing over at Devin I saw that he too had started pooping, and several
inches of fresh turd dangled from his little anus. "Good job Devin!" said
Ellen encouragingly, stroking herself the whole time, her hand jammed down
between her legs.

Turning back to Jennifer I saw that her turd was about five inches long
now. She grunted one final time and I saw her sphincter clamp tightly and
the turd pinched off and dropped through the opening. "Good job sweetie!"
I said, and she smiled. Rocking herself forwards slightly she sighed and
I saw her exposed urethra twitch once, twice, then a golden gush of fresh
hot urine splashed wildly out of her fat pussy lips.

"Jennifer's tinkling!" said Becky with delight, stroking faster on my cock
now. "Yes, she sure is," I agreed. I held my hand out in the fast-flowing
warm stream and rinsed the poopoo from my fingers. I felt my balls churn
as I watched Jennifer pissing. When she was all done, both of her outer
pussy lips were spattered with little golden droplets of piss.

Harry stood up with a roll of toilet paper. "Let me get that," he said,
walking over while continuing to stroke his cock. I could tell he was
probably going to cum as he wiped Jennifer's crotch, and he awkwardly
rolled up some toilet paper and dabbed at the child's exposed pussy.

I pointed and whispered to Becky, "Look, Uncle Harry's gonna make
sperms..." Harry wiped around Jennifer's bare bottom, around her pussy,
and just as he finished up his hand became a complete blur around his
stiff cock. Suddenly Jennifer's sphincter opened up again with no warning
and a sharp little "pffth" of a fart came out. The smell of Jennifer's
fart filled the air and she giggled. "Sorry!"

But Harry didn't care, because right then his cock started shooting off.
I watched in amazement as his balls pulsed and his cock blasted fresh
white semen all over the table, spattering wetly against Jennifer's
ankles, her legs, even spraying some on her side and her chest as she
squatted there over the poopoo hole.

Ellen noticed too and I heard her groan with relief. She lurched forwards
clasping at her pussy, bracing herself against the table, her face now
closer to little Devin, who was just about to finish up his poopoo too.
Ellen's eyes swam and rolled and her stomach muscles twitched as she
climaxed, her eyes darting between the squatting little boy and the
ejaculating adult man.

By the time Harry had finished cumming all over the table and all over
Jennifer, I was getting pretty close myself, and stood up to admire
Jennifer from up close. "Go ahead and stand up sweetie," I said. She stood
over the hole in the table and I gently pushed her ankles further apart.
Up high on the table like this, Jennifer's crotch was just above my mouth
level, so I leaned in and examined her carefully while Becky continued
stroking my cock, standing next to me.

Grabbing Jennifer's pillowy-soft hips I drew the child to my mouth and
pressed her warm genitals into my face. Groaning into her bare little baby
vulva I felt my own daughter stroking me faster now. Lapping my tongue
wetly up and down Jennifer's pussy, I could taste her peepee, smell her
poopoo, and that finally did it. Keeping my mouth sealed around her pussy
I began to yell as my daughter jerked me off.


THE END