Tasting Denni

Written by taster

                Little Denni always was a doll. When she was a baby, she was already a beauty in the making. Now at nine, every bit of a beautiful young lady was emerging. She had long jet black hair, beautiful rounded hips for a girl her age, and a complextion like a Ford Agency model. I never thought I would have any attraction to her, other than a look and a head shake, as in "where was she 25 years ago".

                It was the Christmas holidays and I had just returned from seeing my kids at my ex-wife's. I had the week off and still had 3 days off left and decided I'd spend the next day figuring out what I'd be doing for New Year's eve. It was about 10 PM and was getting ready for a shower and bed when the phone rang. It was Denni's mom, Sarah. She was very tense and loud, and asked if she could come over for a minute. She lived two houses down so I waited for her on my doorstep. She came rushing down the sidewalk and over the lawn and almost pushed her way into the house. I shut the door behind us and inquired what was up. At 37 years she was in great shape and her anxiety made her a bit dishevelled, so I knew she was upset. She went on about how her sister was in an auto accident and was pregnant and needed her to take care of her kids while she got medical attention. Her sister's husband worked for a trucking outfit and was 1000 miles away and she needed someone now. I asked what I could do and she asked if I could watch Denni for a couple of days till she got her sister back on her feet. Her sister lived way upstate and at this time of year, with snow and all, it could be a trip there. So I said ok and she ran out, yelling that she'd be right back.

                About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang, and she came in with a shopping bag and Denni. Denni just smiled and looked at her mom and wished her the best for her sister. She gave me the number to reach her and said she'd call in the morning to check if everything was ok. I wished her luck and she flew out the door and into her little Toyota and was gone.

                Denni was already at the tv and looking around to see what was of interest to her, when I asked if she wanted a snack. She nodded an approval, and I asked if that meant a snack or a meal. She shrugged and said she was a bit hungry, as mom didn't make any dinner because of the comotion. I got out some eggs and bacon, and did the "mom" routine. She ate so fast, I felt like she was a refuge from an impovished nation. She thanked me and asked if she could watch tv for a while, and then shower and go to bed. I nodded "ok" and she sat on the couch with the remote. I noticed her rounded behind was well fit into her jeans, and her crotch was well defined. My first reaction was to turn away but I was intrigued by the little girl's hold on me. She started acting a bit edgy, holding her stomach. She had eaten so fast, the food was probably giving her stomach the twinges. Finally she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. She was in there a while when I heard the door open, and a very tiny voice asked for me. I asked if she was alright, and she asked back for her clothes in the shopping bag. I brought them over and handed them to her through the slightly pitched door, as her hand came out. She took them and pushed the door, but it didn't shut tight. The odor of her feces crept out, sending a shudder through me. How could such a lovely nine year old make such an awful smell. It was a very sharp odor, but it actually turned me on to the point where me cock was getting a bit erect. I stepped back and could see the mirror over the sink, and her reflection as she prepared the shower for her cleansing. She had such a lovely little ass, and a caught a peek at her mound, which appeared hairless and puffy, showing she had not yet reached puberty. The top of her slit was ocassionally visible, but her quick movements didn't allow me to focus well on it. I left her alone and returned to the living room, well aware I was fully erect.

                She finished her shower in about 15 minutes, and came out of the bathroom wiping her long hair. She had an old football jersey on that almost reached her knees, probably her mom's old sleepwear. I still hadn't lost my hardon, and was uneasy for a while till she got on the sofa and resumed her tv posture. I was about to get my own shower ready, when she pulled her right knee up to her chest and sat back enjoying the MTV show when I noticed she had no panties on. Her slit was a bit swollen, and the scarlet of her vagina was peeking right at me. I couldn't possibly get up now, my cock was fully erect and I knew in my tight jogging pants that if she looked my may she would notice it right away. I tried thinking of everything but her to no avail. My eyes kept wandering to her crotch, and the shiny scarlet line she was offering for my view. She finally had the towel over her head, drying her hair, long enough for me to streak past her and get into the bathroom for my shower.

                I decided to take a crap first and was about to go to the bowl and noticed she had her laundry in a plastic bag on top of her clothes. I went over and noticed the band of her panties to the side, and in my erect position couldn't help but pull them out. The smell of excretment hit me, as I noticed she hadn't made it all the way to the toilet when she ran in to expel before. There was a full rear stain, with very small bits of her shit very visible and still moist enough to reflect the light when it hit them. My whole life had never put me in this situation before, where I actually was contemplating putting her messed up panties to my lips.

                I stared at the panties for about 2 minutes and my hand just brought them up to my face, like a magnet. The smell caused my penis to reach the pre-cum level, and I had even touched it yet. Slowly I put my head down to the cotton snack, and gently put my tongue to the middle of Denni's mess. The bitterness, and odor, which would at any other time have turned me off, sent my hormones into a frensy. I wrapped my right hand around my cock as I began licking harder at her poop stains, jerking back and forth like some depraved character. It was all over soon as my load shot out across the bathroom, on the shower door. I looked at the panties and notice I had literally licked them clean enough that no sign of poop bits or smears was left. Just the skid marks from a normal kids draws remained. My mouth was watering, as the taste was leaving me wanting for more, preferably from the source.

                I wondered if she would get a turn on if she could get a peek at my cock, so I left the door open about 8 or 9 inches, allowing her to see the front shower door, which I would conveniently leave open. I started singing a bit, to let her wonder how she could her me so clear in the bathroom. I turned the shower on, and climbed in, leaving the front slider open, and a towel draped over the guide so that I could see out to the door saddle and out about a foot into the hall. It was only a few moments when she took the bait. She was standing straight out there, before realizing I would see her if I took the towel down. I kept moving forward and turning frontal toward her as I soaped myself down, putting extra emphasis on my half erect cock. Every so often, her thigh or foot would appear, almost in sinc with my turning straight at her. I turn my back to her and bent over to clean my feet, not that I ever did this before, and pushed out my butthole as if to shit, to give her a good shot at in a compromising position. I kept this up for some 15 minutes and decided to try and reap the fruits of my hard work. I turned the shower off and gave her a minute to escape and exited my "stage". She was gone, but by now, the game was fascinating me. Instead of my regular sleeping wear, I took a pair of Bermuda shorts from my clothes rack and decided no drawers would offer her a clearer view of what she was probably thinking of right now. I stared back to her panties, hoping my mouth would be the next depository for her toilet.

                Returning to the living room, I found her on her stomach on the couch, watching the tv. She kept following me with her eyes, that look of knowing she had done a no-no. The living room was a bit un-tidy, so I decided to clean it up now and began picking up stray clothes and bits of paper or debris that was noticeable, being certain to squat down at each object, and spread my legs enough to give a clear view down the pants leg to my well placed cock along my inner thigh. Every squat caused her eyes to leave the tv and stare down my prepared view spot. About 3 feet from her face was a computer magazine. This would be the a real opportunity to give her a clear shot. I moved in front of her and went down, picking up the mag and started to browse thru it, keeping an eye out for her reaction. Her eyes were closed, and I noticed her left hand had worked it's way under her tummy and was down in her zone. I quickly got up and moved behind her and saw she had been working it down there quite furiously, her jersey covering the view I craved. She must have opened her eyes and realized I wasn't in front of her, and panicked as she turned her head around, almost catching me staring at her. I had turned to the side in time, relieving her of an embarrassing situation. She said she was ready for sleep, and my hope for a night of heaven slipped away. She asked for a glass of milk, and my mind was ready for a setup again. I had some chocalate mint ice cream, asking if a little of that might be more to her liking. She nodded yes and I set the stage for the morning. I went to the bathroom and got an ex-lax from the medicine cabinet. I returned to the kithchen and made 2 small dishes up, crushing the ex-lax candy into almost a powder and mixing in her dish.  I gave it to her and got a blanket for her, as she said the couch would be fine for her to sleep on. As beat as i was, I told her I stay up late to watch tv at nite, and catch up on my news programs. She gobbled the dessert down, and I covered her tiny frame, and she reached out and pulled me down to her and kissed me, and said "Thanks Mr Anderson, you've been great". I said goodnight, and she turned away and was out in no time.

                I figured between the ice crean and ex-lax, it would take between an hour and an hour and a half, before she got some cramps, and the doctor would be her waiting for her, ready to help her "get it all out". I got a small garbae pail from my bedroom, a roll of toilet paper, and some paper towels and a face cloth, placing them all within reach of my projected position on the couch as I would be comforting her as her stomach gurggled. It was now 12:15 am. "Please keep awake" I prayed.

                Like clockwork, about 1:30, she started tossing and turning. She had pulled the blanket up, almost exposing her well shaped rear. I just kept my eyes at her jerking hips, praying for a good view of her butthole before the mess came.

                At last the moment came. She pulled her knees up into her chest, and her rosy little hole was exposed. I had move my recliner about 3 feet over, so I was right behind her, in a perfect position. Every now and then she grumbled, probably from a belly ache. I got off the chair, and bent over down to her butt just as she let some gas out, followed by a moan. My cock jumped up, almost ripping thru my shorts. The odor was sweet, and having seen it created had my hormones in full tilt. I put my face right down to the sofa, my face about 4 inches from her love box. The odor of young pussy and ass was beyond description. Her scarlet slit was now opened a bit, allowing me to see in to her inner lips. The glissin of her juices was a godsend. I moved a bit closer as I heard her stomach growl, and was ready to give a lick when a long gush of air left her butt, followed by a small stream of brown ooze, which trickled across her cheek right into my waiting mouth. How I could do such a gross thing never entered my mine at the time. I when back to my chair licking my lips, waiting for her to awake and ask for a little "tlc". Finally she awoke, with a little tear in her eye. I ran over and asked if she was alright, and she burst into tears, embarrassed that she had messed on my couch. I hadn't noticed, but another fart had let some more of her waste drip out, getting on her leg and onto the couch. I hugged her and assured her it was ok, as I didn't want her leaving where she was. My plan had other things in mind. She said she had to make poop, but didn't think she'd make it to the bowl, and was afraid to move. Everything was falling into place. I got her to get off the couch and kneel over the seat of the couch, pulling her jersey up and exposing the sweetest little dinner table I had ever seen. I had her hold her cheeks together as a got the pail and helld it about a foot from her butt. I told her to relax, and just go to the potty like she normally does, and I would make sure it went into the pail, and not on her or the floor.

                With a groan, she puckered her little anus out and a gush of brown creamy water came out. She was crying now, but I was determined to get a meal out of this. I told her to push out to let it out, but just a little more fluid came out. By now, she was in pain, and needed to let it out. I noticed a turd pushing her butthole out, but it couldn't push through. My enginuity came thru, telling her that it had to come out or she could get more sick from it staying hung up where it was. I made like I was looking for something to pull it out with, finally telling her that I would have to suck it out like a popsickle. She cry uncontrolably, but I assured her I would tell anyone that had to help her this way, and if she didn't tell anyone, it would be "our secret". She reluntently nodded her approval. I spread her little cheeks and cupped her already swollen out asshole with my mouth so it was a vacuum for the meal this little doll had prepared for me. I wrapped my right hand around my primed cock, already hanging out of my shorts. With a little hesitation, I sucked out as hard as I could, as little Denni moaned and shuddered. The turd released itself into my mouth, followed by a gush of thick bitter fluid. I backed off for air, and a chance to chew and swallow this meal from an angel. I no sooner had swallowed, when she warned me of more on it's way. I replaced my mouth to it's compromising position, just in time to get the rush of a lifetime. Her crap was pushing into my mouth and filling my jaws faster than I could get it down. She paused for a moment, than one last burst filled me again. Her pee at this point was running down my chest, so I went forward to her love canal and used it as an after dinner drink.

                Denni was almost passed out. I wiped her clean, than gave her a quick bed bath around her privates. I got a new jersey from her clothes bag and picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and placed her exhausted little body on my bed. If she messed it, I knew I would lick it clean. I went back to the the living room and cleaned up the missed feces on the floor, licking my finger as I did so, and drank some of her initial expulsion from the garbage pail. I was next. Into the shower, and finish my self off, using the soap for more than just a cleansing. I went thru half a bottle of mouthwash, readying my self for round 2 in the morning.

                I went back to my room, and found my angel asleep, with her tiny hand well tucked between her legs, and her love juices staing the bedsheet below her well worked butt. I climbed into bed with her and cuddle her into my belly and passed out myself.

I woke up with a piss hardon about 8:30 am, with Denni half over me. Her right leg was over my thighs and her head was curled down to within 6 inches of my erect penis. I could feel her breath on my knob, and it made it all the more stiff. I slowly moved her over, and got up to pee. I noticed a small brown stain behind her, perhaps a leak from her bum, but left her to relieve myself of a little fluid.

                I returned to find she had shifted, and was now on her tummy. Her butt was so soft and pretty, and her anus was the centerpiece of the dinner setting. I moved over her, eating the view up, and got closer to her once secret zone. She had indeed leaked a little juice out, perhaps a wet fart, and my only thought was why couldn't I have been there when the discharge happened. The smell was a little stale, but the sharpness of the little girl's odor was enough to set my next move into action. I would wait for her to awake and make believe I had fell asleep on the couch, hoping my nakedness would draw her curiosity. I would awake to discover this and ask her what the heck was she doing, prompting an apoligy, and then setting the punishment. So I left her laying there and went to my ambush spot in the living room.

                About 10:30 am, I heard the bedroom door crank open and went into my "sleep" act. I had my head buried into a pillow as I lay on my side, with my left leg to the back of the couch, exposing my privates. I had lost most of my erection, but it hung just right for a young girls inquisitive mind. Sure enough, she slowly emerged, yawning and wobbling, then stopping short upon her find. My right eye was cracked open just enough to get her expression. She stood there with her mouth open for a good 2 minutes, and slowly worked her way over. She had her nightshirt on, and the image of her wet slit filled my trashed mind. I didn't know how long I could keep from getting a full fledged hardon. She hung over me for a few seconds, and slowly got to her knees, always keeping my penis in view. She had no cares it seemed if I awoke and found her there. She bent over to my tool and I could feel her breath, staring my eminent erection. Now would have to be the time to jump.

                "What are you doing Denni?", my voice half asleep beckoned. She stood up erect, bright eyed and shaking, as I sat up eye level to her chest. I repeated myself, just as tears began to roll down her cheeks, and a nervousness took her body over. "Oh please Mr. Anderson, don't tell my mom, she'll kill me if she found out what I did. Please forgive me?" I told her how embarrassed she made me, especially after I helped her the way I did the night before, knowing full well that I had the best sexual encounter of my life with her just 8 hours earlier. I said I would have to punish her a bit, but I assured her mommy would be told nothing. She just stood there, occasionally looking at my cock, and closing her eyes to get the fantasy she was enjoying back to the reality of her misbehaviour. I told her to turn around as I left the room to get my shorts. In the bathroom, I decided boxer shorts would be a better dress for the day. I returned to find her crying and panting, but still very pretty. I went to her and put my hand on her shoulder, and asked her if breakfast would help her feel a little better. A head nod suggested yes, so I prepared a full breakfast, including the same generator I gave her last night. With the pancakes added in, and an hour to digest, she would be ready to give me another meal of love.

                I still hadn't taken a crap, so I told her to wait for me and I ran off to the bathroom. Her tasty meal had given me some cramps, so I let mine and hers out into the bowl. The relief was tremendous, but the anticipation of what was coming was better.

                She was not only so sweet and soft, but a good kid. She was cleaning the dishes when I returned, and had already cleaned the living room of all traces of her problem from last night. She turned and smiled, her long black hair flowing side to side as she worked. I hadn't fully worked out her punishment, but I assured myself that another toilet like last night was going to be a priority. She would not see her waste in a toilet again till she went back to her house. I made a breakfast for a queen, and kept giving her more, telling her she needs nutrition to make up for what she lost last night.

                While at the table, her curiosity took over, finally asking me if her "mess" got me sick. She couldn't look me in the eye, but was all ears. My cock got right up when she got so blunt about it. I preferred to talk about it after breakfast, as it would give us some "hug" time on the sofa, before I got her punishment ready. We ate so slowly, I was afraid I'd pass out before I got to hold her again. And then she might hit the bathroom and waste herself into the bowl. But we got thru it and cleaned everything up before going back to the living room and her questions that I were afraid to answer. As we sat on the sofa, the phone rang, and I knew her mother was waitng to see how her little angel was doing. I wanted to make sure she didn't let out the secret so I used the portable and would let her use the wired phone, just to make sure nothing slipped out. Her mom ranted on about what was happening with her sister, before realizing she had called to see how her little doll was. I told Denni to get the phone by the fireplace, which she did, and she went on about how nice it is here, and "blahblahblah", looking at me every know and then. She singled me to get back on, like I wasn't already listening, and found out her mom wouldn't be back till late tomorrow nite. The only thing THAT meant to me was 3 possible meals Denni could produce, as she would soon feel comfortable letting me share her toilet. "Ok, bye Sarah", and the mood was set for the day. Me, Denni and the thrill of her bowel movement.

                She wouldn't let me off the hook and again prodded me about how it was for me last night, taking her "pooh pooh" in my mouth. I told her that she was so beautiful that it was easy, and that I would do it again witnout a second thought, only because she's so pretty. This caused an apparent uneasiness, making her clamp her legs tight, and the cute girlish grin she possessed came alive. I also told her that maybe we could combine her punishment with another internal cleaning, as I noticed she had felt some strange things herself as I orally cleaned her out last night. She now blushed a rosey red, and shook affirmitively, and asked me if this was called sex. I asked her what she had heard about sex, and her only knowledge was the talk in the school yard with the other 8,9,and 10 yearolds from the town. I told her in a little while I would explain to her about things she shouldn't learn till she was eighteen, but if I told her them, she would have to promise she would tell no one the secrets I would reveal. "Oh, Mr. Anderson, I promise, I would do anything to learn about sex, and I wouldn't even tell my friend Betty. And she's my BEST friend. I promise". How easy this would be I thought.

                I asked her if she wanted her punishment right now, or if a little talk was better off first. After another patented "Denni shrug", I told her to get ready for her ordeal. I explained that being she had embarressed me, the same was set for her. I knew after the first phase of the ordeal, she would be ready for me, and my passion would be forfilled willingly. I told her to remove her bedwear, prompting a step back from my lunch producer. She said her mom always spanks her, with her panties on, and that she didn't think it proper for a punishment to be given any other way. Her outlook was so adult like, that for a second I considered it. But my stiffness returned me to my train of thought, and ordered her to "Take it off you little piggy". My tone of voice stunned her, but I kept my smile so as not to scare her..She lifted her jersey up and off and stood there naked about 2 feet from my face. Her nipples were flush with her chest, but I noticed a little shape taking over her nippies as she stood there shaking. She already had tears in the corners of her hazel eyes. I had my plan. I told her that the only way to punish her was to equally do something to her that would make her feel as "uneasy" as she had made me. She tried to get me into the spanking scene again, but my true idea was more toward working what was inside of her butt, not the outside. I changed places with her, and had her almost at eye level with my protrusion in my shorts, when she asked frantically what I was going to do. I told her that if she wanted to see my privates, she would get a first hand view. Her little mouth opened in amazement. I dropped my drawers down and told her to get a good look at what she wanted to see earlier, than I told her to explain to me what it is she thought my thing was for. She stuttered, and mumbled something about "making pee-pee". I said that's right, and she was gonna get a good look and taste of it. Her head dropped, as she begged me not to get her messy, as her own had many times gotten her.

                I grabbed her arm, dragging her into the bathroom, and pushed her toward the tub. She got in and asked why she needed a shower if she was gonna get all messed up anyway. I told her to get on her knees and tell me how sorry she was, and how she knew I was doing this because she deserved it. She reluctently agreed, as I stepped into the tub, my cock dangling in front of her beautiful face. I grabbed her cheeks from beneath, forcing her mouth into a round flesh toilet, and told her to keep her mouth open to accept my impending flood. She said "No please" at least five times, but finally, after a few slight smacks to her cheeks, she obeyed. My half hard cock was not helping me, as i had to push with all I had to start the magic flow. I even let a small fart out, which drew a small jump from her. My flow started, at first splashing her nose and chin, but I found her oral hole finally. I stopped, telling her to drink it down, another order she found "hard to swallow". This could be a dual purpose punishment. Besides a lesson taught, my pee would probably give her some cramps, and a good anal cleansing would be assured. I got another stream into her waiting urinal, and again she swallowed, this time without prodding. I had one last good burst left, and pulled her head right to my knob, as I let out a good stream of hot piss into her awaiting orifice. By now, covered with my pee from the nose down, the scent of urine had taken over the bathroom. She begged me to let her stand or lay down, her knees were sore. I told her to stay where she was, her shower would be taken in that position. I turned the water on, which took about 25 seconds to adjust to comfort, and had her wash every square inch of her body. Watching her had me reach the pre-cum level. She was probably the only girl I had ever seen who looked as good naked as when dressed up. She finished and I told her to dry off as I showered, and get on all fours, her butt facing me, until I was done. She hurriedly dried up, and did her thing as I washed and fantasized of things to come.

                I took her by the hand, and spoke softly to my little cafeteria, as we went directly to the couch. Before I could have my lust, I figured a thrill for her would make it more sensual in the long run. She almost never took her eyes off my swollen penis, and even gave it a name. "Big Thing" she giggled every time it moved. I told her being I had seen her butt hole, she should see mine, knowing the night before I had given her the opportunity to get a view of my rectal parts. She nodded affirmitively, waiting for me to make a move. I told her to get down between my legs on the floor, and rest her pretty little face against my thighs. She did this so fast, I knew she was my slave for the duration of her stay with me. I had a small night table to the right of the couch, and pulled it out so it was to my right but a little behind Denni's position. I explained how my penis was for peeing, and giving love juice to good girls(I would explain this to her later, rest assured). And lifting my right leg up, arching it, and placing my foot on the night table, I gave her a view any other girl her age would love to be witnes to. I told her to kiss my brown pooper, which she very methodically did. I pulled her head into my ass crack, almost yelling to her to stick her tongue into the pruned crease. She slowly realized her actions were getting me all kinds of "feeling funny", as girls her age describe it. She kept going in and out like a dagger, and kept saying how good it tasted. I lifted her head, and tolds her to open her mouth real wide and cover the hole in my butt, as I would make believe I was "cockying" in her mouth, and she could stick her little tongue way inside and maybe get a taste of what I got from her the night before. I was sure she would understand my fetish as soon as she was on the better end of one of the flings. She nodded and went right down on my butt, and I immediately gave a push out, and felt the wetness of her tiny licker go right up my smell hole. I clamped up a bit, probably almost ripping her tongue out of her head, then pushed again. She let out a "hummmmm", and came up  smiling. I asked if she liked doing that, and she informed me that a poop was waitng to come out, and she had touched the tip of it with her tongue. She came right up to my face, open her mouth and stuck her tongue out. At he tip was a dark brown smudge, and I almost came right there. I asked how it tasted, and she said great. Now she knew why I had said I would gladly help her anyday with any pooping problems she had. I couldn,t stand the wait any more, my throbbing cock was on the brink. I told her even though she was ok now, I would like to repeat last night's festivities because I really like the taste of her pooh, and I felt bad for having to punish her. Maybe if she cockied in my mouth, and made me eat it, she would feel a little less mad at me. "Oh, Mr. Anderson, I'm not mad at you. You're the best man I ever met. I wish I could stay here every night." I got off the couch, and layed down on the floor, beckoning Denni to bring her perfect rump up to my awaitng mouth. she felt awkward, never having gone to the bathroom without an illness on anything but a toilet bowl or in her ppants by mistake. I had her squat down directly over my head, and use my hands as rests. Her skinny thighs fit well into my hands and allowed my thumbs to work her anus and slit. Her little rose was puckered already, and I could smell the start of her bowel movement when a little gas escaped in a shudder . I had my open mouth about 2 inches from her crapper, and told her to go a little at a time if possible to allow me to swallow. "You're gonna eat my caca" she yelped. "Of course, I told you I love you right?" She nodded and began pushing. The first turd curled out and a bit up,a skinny one that really stunk, but left me begging for more. I gobbled it right up, just as her rose opened and a much larger one made it's appearance.  It hung up for a second or to, then came out smoothly, being held onto tightly by her inner anal muscles as if they didn't want to let it go. This tasted more to my pleasure. The bitterness was offset by the mindset. I could see she was watching me chew and swallow her turds. She yelled down, "Here's the biggest biggest one  I think." Her little shit tunnel opened, pushing out a rather wide yellow brown log, which deposited itself right into my waiting mouth. I was chewing and swallowing when she jerked and I saw her browned rose opening again. I went up, just as some fluid and turd bits passed out to my mouth. It was pissy tasting, and I ealized I was tasting my own piss, recycled thanks to Denni. She said "I'm out of poops, now what?". My cock, ready to explode, was ready for Denni's first servicing. I pushed her up, and bent her over, licking her as clean as I could. My mouth was wreaking with Denni's waste, but the thought of having her most private time with me turned me on. I told her my love jucie was ready for her to taste. She had a hard time understanding how my love juice shared the same discharge point as my piss. I assured her she would be pleased tasting it. I sort of forced her to my knob, already well dampened with pre-ooze, and told her to open wide and take it into her little mouth. She did so willingly, as I held her hand on it and stroked myself, hoping she would catch on. My teaching time was soon over as I felt the stream of cum rise up my cock. I shot the first squirt into her mouth, then pulled out to let her watch the ejaculation and understand . God, I thought I'd never stop cumming. Denni's face had white splash marks from top to bottom, but it went un-noticed, as I saw her hand working her little clit btween her legs. Again I laid down, pulling her little butt up to me, urging her to continue with her self service. I watch her work her slit, her finger going in about an inch, and jerking out as the pain of her still intact hymen kept it from exploring further. With a spasm, she splash out onto her hand, and I went right up there and washed her feces down my throat with her love cocktail.

                At this point there was no more to do, so we lay there naked, exhausted. There was still tonite and tomorrow. It gave me a will to live.