Dootie Day Camp

Dootie Day Camp - Part 2: The Campers and the CIT (M/f/gg/bb, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

When I showed up at the college employment office, I was told to report to Lakeside Daycare Center, which was only a few blocks from the campus. I hurried over and, within half an hour, was introduced to the center's director. We met, hitting it off with each other right away, and he hired me on the spot. He then filled me in, telling me how there were eight groups, altogether, with kids ranging in age from five to twelve. I would be one of three counselors taking care of Group 2, which included a dozen six-year-old kids. He said he preferred the four-to-one ratio of campers to counselors because it allowed for better supervision of the kids as well as for what he called "sub-group bonding." I smiled and said I understood, while thinking how I needed to develop a relationship with the four cutest kids in my group as quickly as possible, if I expected to engage in any scat play with them.

But a week later, when all of the counselors got together before camp with the director and assistant director for group orientation, I was surprised to see Jill, a gorgeous fifteen-year-old brunette, sitting on the other side of the room. Her face brought back fond memories, because she had been the object of one of my first explorations into scat play as a babysitter, when I'd sat for her and her little brother a few years ago. That occasion was particularly memorable, because while I'd directed nearly all of my energy towards getting her brother, who was ten, to go in my mouth, Jill, who was two years older, wound up being the one to feed me her shit, dropping a respectable chunk in my mouth while saying "This is so sick" over and over again. I knew that her family had moved to a town not too far from my college, but I still wondered what she was doing there, since she was too young to be a counselor; then I discovered that every counselor was being assigned a CIT (counselor-in-training), who would be like an apprentice.

As I continued to glance at Jill, trying not to stare, I wondered if she'd recognize me, since I'd gotten a little taller and leaner since we'd last seen each other. Well, not only did she know who I was, but after the orientation, she came running over to me grinning and announced how she had found out where I was working and had ASKED to be assigned to my group.

"So whaddaya think about that, shit eater?"

"Shhh!" I said, pulling her close to me. "Not so loud. What do you want to do, blow my cover?"

"I promise not to blow your cover if you promise to blow me," she whispered.

"I wanna have your face between my legs and your tongue workin' me over until I come right in your mouth."

I looked at her, surprised and puzzled. "Gee, what happened to you, Jill? You used to be such an innocent little thing."

Staring straight back at me with her light-brown eyes, she said, "Well, I guess I grew up...with a little help from you."

"So that's what this is all about--revenge. You want to get back at me."

At that point, the fifteen-year-old smiled at me in the strangest way then said, "No, not at all. I knew why you wanted to be a day camp counselor, and I just figured you might need some help convincing the kids to do the right thing." Then she leaned closer to me, putting her mouth right to my ear, and purred, "Or should I say DOO-DOO the right thing?"

"But why would you help me do that? I thought you hated going in my mouth."

"Well, let's just say I learned to like it a lot more since then. Let's just leave it at that."

"Okay," I said slowly, smiling and nodding my head, while wondering exactly how she'd "learned" to like it a lot more. But I could always ask her about that later. Right now the important part was that she was in my corner for what I was planning to do, and having a "partner in crime" would certainly make everything go a lot more smoothly, especially when it came to dealing with the girls. I just needed to know what she wanted in return. If it was only that I eat her pussy occasionally, we'd have a good working relationship.

With Jill's help, it didn't take long to corral the four kids I wanted for my sub-group. All of them seemed to be the kinds of kids who were eager to try new things but, at the same time, were able to keep a secret, and I couldn't wait to start their "training":

Daisy was a petite blonde with big blue eyes and a face like a doll. She had skinny legs and not much of an ass, but she was so cute that the moment I spotted her, I decided that she just had to be in our sub-group, because I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I'd seen her naked and eaten whatever came out of her little tush.

Rachel, a light-skinned black girl with a head full of tiny braids, was taller than Daisy and had a much more prominent butt. And, believe me, she was more than aware of this part of her anatomy, because she had a habit of sticking it out, asking the little boys in the group to look at it, then farting in their faces when they did. Definitely my kind of girl.

Uday was a brown-skinned Indian boy with big dark eyes, straight black hair, and an infectious smile. He too had a cute round butt and, as I discovered one day when I took the boys to the bathroom, a surprisingly long weiner for his age. I became obsessed with discovering how much longer it got when it was hard and feeling it grow inside my mouth, so he became my next choice.

Toshi was a Japanese boy whose narrow eyes and jet black hair gave him an exotic beauty. Indeed he was so cute that at first I thought he was a girl.

I was particularly attracted to him because he reminded me a lot of Marky, the boyhood friend of mine who was most responsible for unearthing my kinkiness. Through the years, I had always wondered what it would have been like to experience with Marky the sexual things I'd learned after he'd moved away. Interacting with Toshi would be like getting the opportunity to find out.

So those were our trainees, and now that we were a unit, we needed to cement our relationship. We did this during the first two weeks, when all eight groups would start each day with full-group activities in the morning, split up for sub-group activities for most of the afternoon, then get together again for more full-group activities until camp was over for the day. Jill and I managed to isolate the kids emotionally from the other children and counselors to the point where they began to associate only with us or each other in even the smallest of matters. At the start of the third week, the director initiated a change, going all out with his "sub-group bonding" by having the groups break up immediately into sub-groups first thing in the morning, go their separate ways for the entire day, and reconvene at the center no more than half an hour before camp ended. By the time this new procedure went into effect, Jill, the four kids and I had become a solid team, which was why, on the very first day of that third week, I brought them straight to my dorm.

Being that it was summer, the building was practically empty, since nearly everyone, including my roommate, had gone home. Once we were safely inside my room, I asked if anybody had to go to the bathroom. Because Jill and I had succeeded in keeping the kids from going while we were at the center, all four of them raised their hands. I explained to them how my regular toilet was broken and how they would have to use a "special" toilet instead.

Then I asked who needed to go badly, so they could go first. This time only the two girls raised their hands, and when Jill saw this, she sheepishly raised her hand too.

"Okay, then," I said, trying not to smile too widely. "You three come with me, and you two just hold on for a little while until we get back; then you can go too, okay?"

When both Toshi and Uday nodded, I ushered the girls into the bathroom and closed the door. Before leaving for work that morning, I had pulled the toilet lid down, wrapped duct tape around it, and left a sign on the tank that said, "Do not use," which verified for the kids what I'd said about the toilet.

"So where's the special toilet we're supposed to use?" Rachel asked.

"In there," I said, pointing to the shower stall. "But first I have to set it up."

Asking the girls to step back for a moment, I slid the translucent door open only far enough to slip inside the stall then quickly closed it again. Then I started taking off my clothes, hanging them on the showerhead. When I was naked, I lay down and propped my feet against the wall, so my final position made me look like I was sitting in a chair that had been tipped over backwards.

"Hey, is that toilet ready yet?" Jill called in to me, and I smiled because I knew that her question was also her cue to me that she and the girls had stripped.

"Yep," I said, "come on in."

I heard Jill whisper to the girls, "I'm gonna go first so I can show you how to use it."

A few seconds later, the shower door slid open and I turned my head to the side to see three naked girls standing there. The two little ones gasped when they saw me, not so much, I think, because I was nude but because it suddenly occurred to them that I was the toilet. Jill just smiled and, stepping into the shower, put one foot on either side of my torso and squatted over my face, holding on to my knees for support. She then turned to look at the still wide-eyed six-year-olds.

"Now watch," said Jill, and I quickly stopped ogling Daisy's and Rachel's naked little bodies and turned my head back to catch what Jill's naked bigger body was about to toss me. It began with a fart, a foul-smelling expulsion which took several long seconds to sputter out of the girl's anus, making the day-campers frown and giggle at the same time. But when a stream of piss shot out of the fifteen-year-old's pussy and straight into my mouth, I saw out of the corner of my eye that initial look of shock return to the girls' faces.

"Drink my piss, toilet!" Jill commanded, as pee now gushed out of her cunt and flooded my mouth. In fact, I found myself gulping down the young brunette's urine for more than a minute before it started to dry up. Fortunately I had started swallowing it right away, at the back of my throat, so the teenager's golden nectar never overflowed onto my face.

When Jill finally finished urinating in my mouth, she squatted even lower, until her pussy was pressing against my lips. I eagerly stuck my tongue inside her and slurped away all the leftover piss, doing so as loudly as I could to make sure the two six-year-olds would not only see but hear what was happening.

Next came Rachel. With Jill's help, she gingerly squatted over my head and lowered her cute round butt to within a few inches of my face. She too first farted, her smelly little-girl gas puffing right into my nostrils. I lifted my head to sniff the odor, actually touching the girl's asshole with my nose, which made her flinch and momentarily raise up. But Jill got her to relax enough to lower her ass again, upon which I gently held Rachel's thighs, urging her to sit on my face, and speared my tongue into her shit tunnel, causing the girl to gasp then coo like a pigeon. When I finally finished sucking her anus and released my hold on her, the girl lifted up a little and, suddenly, pee was skeeting all over my face, as Rachel obviously knew nothing about how to direct her piss stream into someone's mouth. Not that I was complaining; there was something absolutely exhilarating about having my whole face drenched by a cute six-year-old's pee. She finally managed to target her flow, though, so I still got to swallow about half of the contents of her bladder, after which I again pulled her down onto my face, this time to lick her pussy clean.

Now it was Daisy's turn, but she hesitated, staring uncertainly at me then tugging at Jill's arm for her to follow her out of the shower. When Jill complied, the cute little blonde whispered something in her ear, something that immediately made Jill smile, after which I heard her say to Daisy, "No, Sweetie, it's okay. Since he's a toilet, he won't mind at all." They then returned to the shower stall, Jill winking at me as Daisy followed her in. I had a feeling what was coming, but I tried not to get too excited, just in case I was wrong.

To make things easier for the little white girl, Jill picked her up and placed her on top of me. Daisy just stood there for a moment, her widely spread legs straddling my chest, then looked back at me and forced a little smile before daintily squatting over my face. Already hard as a rock, my dick got even harder as I stared up at the girl's small white ass cheeks and the big pale-pink anus between them. It was as if her asshole had grown up before the rest of her butt, and I marvelled at the disparity.

There were no preliminary farts from Daisy, just a sudden thin stream of pee that poured steadily out of her six-year-old pussy, a stream I lapped at like a thirsty dog, despite my already having drunk Jill's and Rachel's piss.

Then the stream dried up and my heart began to beat like crazy when I saw the girl's anus begin to stretch open and I spotted the tip of her turd. As I'd done with Rachel, I lifted my head, this time to smell the strong aroma of her approaching brown bomb while keeping a close eye on the girl's still expanding hole. By the time the column of shit began to emerge from the cute little blonde's bowels, exiting with a soft crackling sound, her asshole had dilated by more than an inch in diameter.

"OhmaGod, Daisy!" Rachel exclaimed, frowning with excitement as she crouched right beside us, her eyes glued to the sordid scene. "You makin' a BIG doo-doo in his mouth!"

"I know," Daisy calmly replied, "I had to go real bad."

Of this I had no doubt. I was absolutely amazed that a girl so small was able to produce a turd so massive. I actually had to open my mouth a little wider than usual to make sure there was enough room for her load to push inside.

"Do it, Daisy!" Jill goaded. "Shit right in his mouth! I wanna see him eat it!"

And I wanted to oblige her, so I wrapped my lips around Daisy's log and started it on its long journey down my throat and into my stomach. Luckily the little white girl's shit wasn't as solid as it looked, and I was able to swallow big chunks of it without much chewing.

"Ewwwwww!" Rachel said, frowning even more. "That's NASTY!" But she never once took her eyes off that nastiness, as I gulped down her friend's bowel movement, and that told me that Rachel was far more fascinated than disgusted by what I was doing.

"Yeah, EAT her shit, toilet!" Jill now said, and I felt my erection twitch in response to her words.

Having opened my mouth so many times to grade-school poopers, I felt I was pretty good at gauging just how much shit a six-year-old like Daisy could hold, but I was pleasantly surprised when it took longer than I expected for the little blonde to finish moving her bowels. I imagined this adult-sized mass slowly moving around the tight twists and turns of Daisy's miniature colon, stretching it to its limit before finally forcing itself through her rectum, out of her anus, into my mouth, down my throat and into my stomach.

"You go, girl!" said Jill, realizing that she was witnessing something special from the first-grader. "Shit your ass off! Fill him up with your dootie!"

And I continued to slurp down the petite blonde's smelly load until, finally, I realized that she was flexing her sphincter but nothing more was coming out of her; she had finally finished doing her business in my mouth. She started to stand up, but I grabbed her thighs, holding her in place while I finished chewing up and gobbling down her shit. After swallowing the last mouthful, I began to clean her asshole, swabbing my tongue all around the little orifice until every trace of the cute child's shit was gone. Only then did I allow her to stand up. Right away Daisy turned around and looked down at me, frowning as she watched me lick the anal leftovers off my lips. I smiled at all three girls then opened my mouth wide and stuck out my shit-coated tongue, causing all of them to wrinkle their noses and say, "Ewwwwww!"

"Hey, Jill, why don't you go check on the boys and see how they're doing," I said.

"Okay," she replied, and she slipped out the door.

With Jill gone, an awkward silence pervaded the bathroom. The two six-year-olds just stood there staring at me as though I were a Martian. I understood that what they'd seen me do was pretty heavy for kids their age to process, so I was curious about what was going through their heads.

"So, girls, what'd you think?"

They first looked at each other then back at me. Then Rachel asked, "How'd her doo-doo taste?"

I smacked my lips and pretended to think about it. "Pretty good. Kinda like chocolate."

This made the girls giggle and shake their heads while singing a duet of "No, it don't! No, it don't!" which made me laugh.

Suddenly the door opened and Jill came back in followed by two naked boys both doing the "pee-pee dance," since by now they both urgently had to go. Both the boys and the girls were so comfortable in their own skin that they barely reacted to the fact that we were all naked. (But everyone, including Jill, did seem to be fascinated by my eight-inch erection.)

Jill directed the boys to stand over me in opposite directions, Uday straddling my torso, facing me, while Toshi stood just over my head, his back against the wall of the shower and facing Uday. Seconds later two warm streams of smelly little-boy piss were raining down on my face, as Jill and the girls oohed and aahed their approval. Then I opened my mouth and the boys immediately aimed their streams at it, quickly filling it up and forcing me to gulp down one mouthful of pee after another, as the three girls cheered them on. When the boys had finished pissing in my mouth, I got on my knees and carefully licked the last droplets of urine of their weiners, which were starting to harden. And, of course, I also had to sample their assholes, so I got both boys to turn around and, spreading their cheeks, dug my tongue first in Uday's anus then in Toshi's, savoring the fragrance of their shit.

"So did our pee taste good?" asked Uday, as I pulled my face out of Toshi's ass.

"Yep," I said, licking my lips.

"What about our butts?" asked Toshi.

"They were good, too. Tasted just like chocolate."

Now there was a quartet of "No, they don't! No, they don't!" from the whole group, as Jill and I laughed.

Now that everyone had gone to the bathroom in and on me, I announced that it was time for us to play some games. As we all walked back to the bedroom, I whispered to Jill that she should start those games by doing whatever she wanted to whomever she wanted and that I would follow her lead. She eagerly picked Uday up, sat him on my bed, then kneeled down in front of him and began to suck on his semi-erect peter.

"Oooh!" the little boy gasped, immediately grabbing the fifteen-year-old's head as she worked on him.

Following suit, I scooped Toshi off his feet, sat him on the bed next to Uday and, joining Jill on the floor, slipped the boy's cocklet into my mouth.

"Aaah!" Toshi responded, his whole body stiffening as I stuck my hands under his smooth little ass and squeezed his cheeks while sucking on the stubby column of flesh engulfed in my mouth.

"Oooo!" Daisy and Rachel crooned, rubbing at their pussies and staring transfixed as Jill and I worked our oral magic on the boys.

After a few minutes, Jill lifted her head and said, "Okay, let's switch," and we quickly traded places, allowing me to at last experience the taste and feel of Uday's noticeably larger dick. But before we got down to the business of bringing the boys to orgasm, Jill wanted to get the girls involved, so she brought them over and positioned them side by side on the bed with their legs spread open, Daisy in front of Uday and Rachel in front of Toshi. She then had the boys turn over and directed the girls to inch down until their pussies were touching the boys' noses.

"Now go ahead and eat those pussies, boys," Jill commanded.

After glancing at each other, both boys dug in with their lips and tongues, making loud smacking noises and causing the girls to squirm around and moan with pleasure. These reactions prompted the boys to work even harder at the immature snatches, and after a couple of minutes, Jill and I watched with pride as both boys hooked their arms around the girls' thighs and the girls eagerly clutched the boys' heads.

"Shit, this is making me so fucking horny!" I said, as I stroked my cock.

"Yeah, I had a feeling it might," said Jill, staring intently at the six-year-olds while diddling herself.

By now the boys were sliding their erections against the bedsheet as they continued to eat pussy. But Jill and I felt that it was only fair that they get to have their dry comes in a more respectable way, so we told the boys to lift their butts up in the air then we both hunkered down underneath them, grabbed onto their palmed-sized asses, and docked their pricks back into our mouths. Soon the boys were enegetically humping our faces while continuing to eat the girls' pussies, and the whole room was filled with the sounds of moaning and sucking. This went on for several minutes until, finally, the kids couldn't hold out any longer. Squealing and squirming, the four of them simultaneously shivered through what was possibly their first orgasms, and as Uday's pecker throbbed in my mouth, I could tell that it had, incredibly, attained a length of at least three and a half inches, bigger than most kids several years older than him.

Afterwards the kids lay sprawled across the bed, trying to catch their breath. Since neither Jill nor I had come yet, we decided to conclude this first day's activities by putting on a fuck show for the kids. Sitting them on my roommate's bed, we explained to them what we were going to do and told them to feel free to get as close to us as possible while we were doing it, so they could get a really good look. We also warned them to be careful not to get TOO close, since we might get a little wild at times and we didn't want to accidentally hit them.

Having given those final instructions, Jill and I hopped on my bed, she lying on her back with her legs spread apart and I climbing on top of her in the classic missionary position. All four kids immediately got up and stood by the side of the bed, peering in closely as I leaned forward and sank my rock-hard erection into her creamy cooze.

"Oooo!" the teenager moaned, pursing her lips and squinting as her pussy clutched my shaft.

"Does it hurt?" Daisy asked, and her question made me think of what I myself had wondered when I'd first seen Jason fucking my cousin Tammy.

Turning her head to look at the little blonde, Jill smiled. "No, Sweetie, it doesn't hurt at all. It feels good...really good."

"And it's gonna feel even better in a minute," I added, propping myself up on my hands.

With the kids crowded around us, I began to pump my hips, driving my dick into Jill's twat with authority, giving the kids an eyeful. Eventually Rachel and Toshi squatted down, making their faces level with our sex organs so they could see what was happening even better, while Uday actually climbed up on the bed with us, squeezing himself between our bodies and the wall and crouching down low to get the closest look possible at the action. But Daisy remained standing right by Jill's head, traces of concern still marring her pretty face as my crotch repeatedly slapped against Jill's and the springs in the mattress squeaked in protest.

"Mmmmmm!" Jill moaned, smiling with her eyes closed. Soon, though, she opened them again and looked over at Daisy. Noticing the little blonde's expression, she suddenly said, "Gimme a kiss, Sweetie." Puckering up, the six-year-old leaned over, her golden hair spilling onto Jill's face, and I watched transfixed as Jill's tongue pierced the girl's lips and slithered into her mouth. A series of soft, wet sounds followed, as the teenager, now holding the back of Daisy's head, seemed to be trying her best to suck every last ounce of saliva out of the child's mouth. This went on for almost a minute, before Jill released the girl. When they pulled apart, their mouths remained connected by a long strand of spit.

"That was good, Sweetie," said Jill. "Now suck my titty."

Though I was still vigorously bouncing on top of Jill, Daisy never hesitated to move her head down between us and plant her pale lips on Jill's tit, making the fifteen-year-old gasp. Uday apparently took his cue from Daisy and, moving over, sucked Jill's other tit into his mouth, making the teenager gasp again. Now Jill had a strained look on her face, as if experiencing so many sensations at once was overloading her nervous system. But since she wasn't pushing any of us away or telling any of us to stop, I figured she was okay with what we were doing to her.

After a while, though, both Daisy and Uday had to move out of the way, because I was into my rhythm and decided to lift Jill's legs up, hooking them with my arms and nearly bending her in half, as her knees now pressed against her abandonded tits. In this new position, I began to fuck Jill harder than ever, staring at the grimace of pleasure she continued to wear as I pounded her lithe young body. Meanwhile the kids were all quiet, totally absorbed in this last act of our performance.

Finally, showering Jill in sweat as I frantically pistoned her pussy, I felt myself reaching that point of no return. I wanted the kids to see me ejaculate, so just as I was about to come, I dropped Jill's legs, snatched my cock out of her pussy and, scooting up, aimed it at her face. Jill opened her eyes only a tad--just enough to see what I was up to--after which she closed them again and, smiling dreamily, reached up and held on to my ass. It took only a few tugs on my dick to push myself over the edge.

"Shit! I'm coming!"

My body convulsed and a stream of come squirted out of my cock, splattering Jill's forehead, eyelid and cheek. Before the kids had a chance to fully react to the sticky explosion, I had already shot out two more long jets of semen, which splashed in wet ropes over the teenager's nose, mouth, and chin and along her neck. Finally, against a background chorus of high-pitched "Ewwwwww!"s, I shoved my dick between Jill's lips, spurting what was left in her mouth.

I looked over at the kids and was pleased to see the looks of shock on their faces. This was obviously the first time any of them had seen a guy come, and I could tell that they didn't quite know what to make of it. Indeed, it took a little while for them to even say anything.

"What's that white stuff?" Toshi finally asked. "Pee?"

"Nope," I said, shaking my head and smiling.

"It looks like snot," said Uday.

"Nope, it's not snot either."

"Then what IS it?" Rachel demanded.

Opening her one come-free eye and turning her head, Jill smiled and said, "It's sperm, Honey, the stuff a guy shoots inside a girl to make a baby. That's why he pulled out and shot it on my face, 'cause he knows I'm not ready to have a baby yet."

"Well, it looks yucky," said Daisy, who was frowning the most.

"It's really not, though, Sweetie," Jill said. "In fact, I'll show you. Come over here." Daisy looked first at me then at the other kids before reluctantly inching forward. "Now lean over and lick some off my face." That really caused her face to scrunch up, but she dutifully leaned over and we all watched in silence as she lapped at a dollop of come on Jill's chin, pulling it into her mouth and smacking her lips.

"So how's it taste?" asked Rachel, staring closely at the little blonde, as if she expected her to puke any minute.

"It's okay," Daisy finally said, her frown quickly fading. "Just kinda sticky."

Hearing this, the other three kids descended on Jill like kittens on a saucer of milk, ravenously licking my come off her, each one trying to surpass the other until, only a couple of minutes later, all that was left on the teenager's face was a sheen of saliva; every drop of sperm I'd spilled on her was swimming in the six-year-olds' stomachs. Afterwards they all sat back smacking their lips and smiling smugly at each other.

By then, it was time to return to the day care center, so we all showered and put our clothes back on. Before we left the dorm, though, Jill and I reminded the kids for the umpteenth time that what we'd done was a secret that should be discussed only among the six of us. Even at six years of age, these kids understood perfectly how abnormal what we'd done was and, therefore, how important is was that they keep quiet about it if they wanted to do more of it, which they all said they did. I promised them we would come back here the very next day--to our own private "Dootie Day Camp"--since Jill and I were eager to give them their next lesson in kinky sex.

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