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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children.  If you don't want
to read such a thing, don't.  If it's illegal for you to read it whoever
and wherever you are, I don't really care.  Don't read it, or don't get
caught.  Either way, it's your problem.

   This is my story.  It may be freely distributed and reposted to free
sites, or the free areas of pay sites, so long as authorship is properly
credited and these introductory paragraphs are included.  If you can find
someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you steal it for that
purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck you.

   This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N.  No actual children or adults or anything
were involved in its production.  What part of "made up" don't you
understand?  Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit at
yahoo dot com.  Stupid feedback and flames to /dev/null.

   Jenny's Couch, part 25 (Karen's Party 5) (MFgg, M+g, ped, inc, mast,
oral, anal, ws, prost, gangbang, humil, forced-exhib, reluc, cons, drugs,
blasphemy, mental breakdown) by Rufus Fugit

   The pickup truck hit a pothole and Karen groaned.  The truck was
crawling through traffic.  The blond fifth-grader was facing backwards so
she couldn't see where they were going though she knew they were heading
for the beach.  But just now it looked to her like the entire town had gone
insane.

   It had started in Moira's apartment.  Karen hadn't been paying attention
to the game on the tv behind her.  Instead, she had been concentrating on
the pleasure radiating from between her legs as the boy named Carl slowly
worked the neck of a beer bottle into her eleven-year-old cunt.  She had
let her head flop back, eyes closed, teeth worrying at her lower lip, just
enjoying the feel of the smooth, hard glass moving inside her.  She'd lost
track of how long it had been going on.  She had to lift her head and open
her eyes from time to time as waves of dizziness washed over her. 
Sometimes she just looked out woozily between her spread, raised legs at
the men all watching her, but sometimes she would find a cock looming in
front of her face.  When that happened she didn't think, she just opened
her lips and started sucking.  She didn't even bother to look up at their
faces.  She had swallowed two - or was it three?  - ejaculations.  She
wasn't sure.  The angle was awkward, the hot flesh pushing sidewise against
her cheek with her head twisted around, but the boys hadn't seemed to mind
how much she slobbered.  They had groaned and grunted as the familiar salty
taste and sticky texture filled her mouth and throat.  And they had put
money in her jar.  The sight of crumpled bills filling the jar and spilling
onto the carpet had filled Karen with a perverse pride.  None of her
classmates at her elementary school could make this much money in one
evening.  None of them were whores, like she was.

   Then something had happened on the tv behind her, something she couldn't
see, and all the men in the room had jumped to their feet.  Even Carl had
dropped the bottle and leapt up screaming.  Karen figured out later that
their team had won the game, but right at that moment she'd been scared by
the sudden noise, and then even more scared to realize that the bottle was
stuck, stuck inside her babycunt.  When Carl let go it tilted and the neck
moved inside her vaginal canal until it was pressing against her pubic bone
from behind.  She felt the rolled lip start to slide out of her but then
the weight of it pulled, painfully extruding the tight ring of her
undeveloped inner lips as it dangled over the edge of the wicker bench. 
She'd screamed then too, a high-pitched wail that rose above the deeper
voices of the cheering college boys.

   Things were kind of a blur after that.  She remembered Moira's face
looming over her.  Someone's thumb had pressed on her throat, choking off
her cries.  The zip ties binding her at wrist and forearm were cut, letting
her slump against the bench back.  Then her uncle was telling her it'd be
all right.  Once the pins and needles faded from her numbed hands her uncle
had placed them around the bottle, showing her how to hold it level so it
almost didn't hurt at all, and then he explained how they'd have to break
the seal to get it out.

   Karen started as a young woman fell against the side of the
barely-moving pickup, then reeled back and disappeared into the crowd.  The
nighttime streets were thronged with grownups.  Most of them looked like
college students, she supposed, but some of them looked older, like Mommy
and Daddy or even older than that.  Most of them were acting crazy, what
she was learning to identify as drunk.  The air was filled with the sound
of hundreds of throats cheering and whooping.  Every few seconds came the
tinkle of glass smashing somewhere.  It was more than a little scary, all
these strangers' faces with their eyes and mouths stretched wide, skin
flushed, fists pumping in the air, but for now Karen was just grateful that
no one had really looked into the truck.  It was jacked up high on big,
soft offroad tires so the walls of the pickup bed were at or above most
people's eye level.

   The driver made slow, lurching progress against the tide of beer-soaked
youth.  The suspension bounced over another pothole and Karen groaned
again, though she kept a frozen smile pasted across her freshly made-up
face.  She had one hand between her widely-spread thighs and though she was
trying her hardest to hold still, every time the truck bounced the wicker
bench slid a little on the pickup bed and the glass bottleneck sealed
inside her undeveloped vagina moved inside her, poking up and down, side to
side.  It hurt, a dull, throbbing ache like a bruise, like last week...but
her mind skittered away from that memory.  Instead, she looked down at her
nearly-naked preteen body.  She was sweating freely in the still, humid
night air.  She felt dizzy, and maybe a little sick to her stomach.  She
hiccuped, tasting beer and semen.  Her skin prickled hot and cold.  The
light seemed very bright and the noise of the crowd seemed to waver and
echo in her ears as if she were underwater.

   The bandanna that Moira had carefully folded and tied around her chest
was darkening with sweat, though it served its purpose of hiding her puffy
pink nipples from view.  But aside from the black leather dog collar still
fastened around her neck, it was all she was wearing.  The leash had been
unclipped from the bench but her ankles were still handcuffed to the arms.
Before they had left the apartment her uncle had gently wiped her face and
body with a warm washcloth, cleaning off the dried beer and globs of jizz
dotting her tan skin.  Moira had carefully redone her makeup, fixing her
smeared lipstick and tear-streaked mascara.

   Only the sides of the pickup truck prevented the crowds of people from
seeing that Karen was naked below her chest.  From the street, in the dim,
shifting shadows from the streetlights it looked maybe like she was an
older girl relaxing, leaning back with her feet up on the edge.  At least
Karen hoped so, because from the inside Karen looked down at her naked
body, the creases in her bare belly, her skinny legs spread wide, and her
nearly-hairless cunt gaping open.  Her hand was cradling the bottle but if
someone saw it would look like she was fucking herself with it.  What kind
person would fuck a beer bottle right out in public like that?  "A whore
would," Karen thought to herself, "A whore like me.  I'm a whore, I'm a
whore, I'm a whory whory whore..."

   She was drifting off again.  Even in the middle of the pain, the fear of
discovery, the burning shame, her mind kept wandering.  And worse was that
her shame was compounded because it wasn't only pain she was feeling.  The
warm wind was pleasant, tickling her bare feet, cooling the sweat on her
body and between her thighs.  And when she could hold it just right, the
bottle inside her felt...good.  Strange, different than any of the dozens
of adult penises that had been thrust into her - cool and smooth instead of
burning hot and ridged - but good.  Warm air and cool glass caressed her
pulsing, oversized clitoris together.  Thick, creamy juice continued to
ooze out around the bottle, especially when she managed to gently pump it
in and out the short distance it would move without pulling too hard on her
labia.  But then the truck would lurch again and the bottle would wobble
and pain would shoot through her.  And the fifth-grader would groan, but
not too loud because she remembered what her uncle had taught her: if you
look like you have something to hide, people will get curious, and they'll
look, and then they'll find you out.  So Karen wiped the sweat and tears
from her eyes, pulled her lips back in the best smile she could manage, and
waved at the cheering crowd.

   Karen had almost started screaming again when she realized that the
handcuffs weren't coming off, that her bony ankles going to stay locked to
the wicker bench for the ride to the beach.  Her hip joints were already
stiff and aching from being held open for so long, her butt was sore, and
the feel of the slimed wicker caning against her bottom was disgusting. 
She had whimpered, begging to be allowed to get up.  She remembered the
faces crowding around her.  Moira, with that mean smirk on her face.  Karen
hated her, but hated herself even more for the way her breath caught and
her face got hot when she remembered Moira's lips on hers, her fingers
tweaking Karen's puffy nipples or moving inside her babycunt.  Her uncle,
looking concerned but not wavering, explaining how important it was that
Karen keep her legs wide open so the bottle wouldn't injure her.  And
Renee, her little sister.  Karen's drug-hazed mind quailed from the last
sight of the nine-year-old, hair still damp, wearing just a beach towel
wrapped around her, staring at her with her lips pursed and her eyes
flashing.  Karen loved her little sister, but Renee hated her now and the
worst part was, Karen deserved it.  Her smile faltered again, tears pricked
at her eyes, and her face burned with shame for breaking her promise.  In
Karen's confused mind it made no difference that it was Renee who had
assaulted her as she sat spread-eagled and helpless.  She had orgasmed and
then, in front of a roomful of strangers she had pissed all over Renee. 
Karen had thought that it was wrong for little girls to fuck and suck cock,
to get naked and spread their legs for anyone, but God had made her a
whore, made her need that glorious orgasmic release every day.  Even a
whore, though, shouldn't be doing sex with her own little sister.  Karen
hardly knew the word "incest", she just knew it made her feel dirty inside.
She was dirty.  She was bad.  She was a filthy whore.

   Karen was so absorbed in self-recrimination that she hardly noticed the
truck had finally broken free of the downtown traffic jam.  The wind picked
up as the vehicle accelerated, whipping her waist-length sweaty blond hair
around her face.  She let her head loll back, watching the infrequent
street lights streak by.  The road was smoother and she was able to control
the beer bottle's motion.  She bent her knees, splaying her thighs wider
and sliding her butt forward until she was sitting on her spine on the very
edge of the seat.  Her pelvis was canted so that the bottle was tilted
nearly straight upwards.  She grabbed it with both hands now, pumping it in
and out.  All the while she was muttering to herself, "I'm a whore, I'm a
dirty whore, dirty whory whore..." The wind blew tears from the corners of
her eyes.  Juice squelched out of her heating babycunt, running down to
pool in her navel and drip off the sides of her belly as she pumped faster,
feeling the tension in her labia as the suction stretched them away from
her body, then gasping and arching her neck back as she pushed in and the
mouth of the bottle hit something sensitive way up inside her.  Her toes
spread and her bare heels jutted into the air.  She twisted the bottle in
her hands, moaning as the glass slid across her distended clitoris like
smooth fire.  The fire was crawling through her whole body now, into her
fluttering belly and down her trembling limbs, the flames raging hotter,
burning away her feelings of disgust and shame, rising higher and higher
until finally she was consumed.

   "Oh, oh, OH, AH, OHHHH NOOOO!" Karen screamed into the night wind as yet
another orgasm overwhelmed her preadolescent nervous system.  Hot as
sunlight, pleasure rocketed through her body, pulsing from her spasming
cunt to the top of her head and the tips of her curling toes.  She raised
her head to scream again - but suddenly she was bathed in brilliant light.
Her eyes slammed shut involuntarily, then watered as she forced them open.
The roar of another engine filled her ears.  She was dazzled by a bank of
intense white lights, and over the throaty rumble came the sound of more
cheers.

   The lights cut off and as she blinked away the afterimages she realized
that an SUV was following the truck she rode in.  It was jacked up like
hers, and - "oh, Jeez" - that meant that the driver could see into the
pickup bed.  Not only the driver, she realized, but the people standing up
through the sunroof were looking down on her!  They could see her
shamelessly fucking the beer bottle into her drooling, peach-fuzzed
babycunt.  Oh, God, they could see she was a whore.

   Well, and so what?  was the thought that burned brightly in her
otherwise-sluggish brain.  Cutting through the fog of alcohol and marijuana
and the night's exertions was the whore's perverse pride.  Men liked to
look at her, more than grown women twice her age, because she was sexy and
shameless.  She knew how to use her mouth and her babycunt and her ass, and
she would let men do anything to her.  That was the way God had made her.
So she turned loose of the bottle, clamping down with her vaginal muscles
to hold it upright, gasping as the pressure intensified the rolling
aftershocks of her orgasm.  She grabbed the sweaty bandana tied around her
chest and yanked it off, baring her stiffening nipples.  She tossed the
scrap of cloth and the hot wind seized it and carried it away in an
instant. Proudly naked she raised her arms in defiance, pumping both fists
in the air.  "Whoooo!" she shouted back at the cheering people in the SUV.
"Whoooo!"

   But her cheers turned to cries of pain as the pickup cornered sharply
and lurched on to a sandy, deeply-rutted track.  The chair slid and bounced
across the truck bed.  Karen threw out her arms for balance, yelping as the
bottle wobbled violently in her cunt, sliding out and stretching her inner
labia until she was sure they would tear or turn inside out.  She grabbed
at the bottle but it was impossible to hold it still.  The glass battered
her from the inside and it was all she could do to keep her balance. 
Bushes and scrub pine whipped past in the darkness.  The SUV had made the
turn, too, and its headlights swept across her naked, bound body as the two
vehicles lurched back and forth on the uneven track.  The chair pitched
wildly, and Karen wailed as it tipped over backwards.

   * * *

   "Look at our little ducks," Moira said.  I stifled a guffaw as we walked
slowly behind the girls, picking our way down the dunes in the moonlight to
the bonfire glowing on the beach.  It was true, both children had a
definite waddle in their walks.  Renee was wearing nothing but a large
beach towel over her shoulders like a cape.  She held it clutched tight in
her left hand in front of her, but her right hand was underneath the back
of it, pressed between her tender bottom cheeks.  She walked with her hips
canted forward and her bare feet splayed outwards slightly.  She had
suffered Moira to pin up her long, thick brown hair and her bare neck
looked lovely and vulnerable.  She grunted softly as she walked, clearly
still in some discomfort from the ass-fucking she had taken earlier.

   When I had come back to the bedroom after calming Karen down I had found
the stocky child standing on the closed toilet lid.  She was bent forward a
bit.  Her fingertips sank into the soft flesh of her asscheeks, prying them
apart as she craned around to see in the mirror.  "I got some blood," she
had said matter-of-factly and indeed there was a small smear around her
reddened, irritated asshole.  I cleaned her up and gently penetrated her
one more time with a Neosporin-coated finger and that had been that.  It
didn't seem to bother her; the nine-year-old appeared to accept a bleeding
anus as a natural consequence of the vigorous anal sex I had taught her to
enjoy.

   Karen's waddle was much more pronounced.  She was hunched over forwards
and both hands were between her legs, cradling the beer bottle.  She
whimpered "ow, ow," as each painful step jolted the glass neck that was
sealed by vacuum pressure into her preteen vagina.  She stumbled and almost
fell on the uneven path, her waist-length blond hair swinging free across
her naked back and ass.  I quickly stepped forward and steadied her with a
hand around her sweaty upper arm.  Moira did the same on the other side. 
The fifth-grader got her balance back, but now both her hands were held
away from the bottle and it hung out of her, its weight stretching her
inner labia, tugging them painfully down and away from her body.  Her
whimpers became quiet, piteous sobbing as she squatted lower, trying to
relieve the pressure inside her.

   Renee's shoulders twitched at the sounds of her big sister's discomfort,
but she walked resolutely forward and didn't look back.  We had had a
serious talk on the drive over here about family and responsibility.  I
hoped it would bear fruit, but she was only nine and I didn't know how much
of it had sunk in.

   We stopped at the bottom of the dune next to a small cinderblock
building.  Our shadows were limned in dim orange light from the bonfire
further down the beach.  Teeth-grindingly awful rock music drifted on the
warm, smoky, salt-scented air, drowning out the soft hiss of the ocean. 
The shifting shadows and wildly leaping flames made it impossible to tell
for sure but it looked and sounded like a pretty good crowd had gathered
around the fire.  There were certainly plenty of cars and trucks parked up
at the top of the dune.

   Moira went inside the building.  I heard her rummaging around, swearing
softly, as I lowered Karen gently to the sand.  The naked child rolled onto
her back, sobbing.  She pulled her scabbed knees up and spread her legs
wide, reaching down with both hands to cradle the bottle still stuck in her
nearly-bald pussy.  "Ow, it hurts, it hurts," she moaned, rocking herself.
Sand clung to her sweaty back and shoulders.  In the dim orange light her
face was pale but her bright lipgloss looked almost black.  Her mascara was
running again, dark tear-tracked streaks down her cheeks and back to her
temples.  Renee pushed against me and I encircled the younger girl in a hug
as we watched her big sister writhing on the sand.

   I was not entirely happy about Karen's condition and even less so that I
had gone along with Moira's suggestion for this part of the evening.  The
woman had a peculiar ability to make outlandish ideas sound perfectly
plausible.  When she put it to me there had seemed no harm in waiting until
we got to the beach, but I hadn't counted on it being so painful to Karen.
The child was clearly in agony and I was afraid it was stirring up memories
of her mistreatment last week.  I wished now that I'd taken her straight
back to the condo after she'd turned her first trick.  I remembered her
blissful smile as she lay naked on the picnic table while Moira slurped
fresh semen out of her just-fucked vagina.  She'd been proud and happy and
sexually sated at that point, ready to put her new skills to work when we
got back home.  Now I was afraid we were back to square one.  I was pretty
sure that we could get through this, but it wouldn't be easy on her.  I
sighed.

   Moira emerged from the tool shed holding up the small glass cutter that
I was nearly certain she had had in her beach bag the entire time.  I took
it from her without comment and she flicked on a flashlight.  The light
flared off the dark green glass of the bottle.  I knelt between my niece's
skinny thighs.  I tried to get a good grip but the bottle was slippery with
sweat and her preteen cunt juice and Karen was beyond hearing my entreaties
to lie still.  Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she rocked in the
sand.  She cried in pain as the bottle slapped gently back and forth
between her thighs, pulling at her distended labia.

   "Shit," Moira said.  She planted her feet on either side of Karen's
head, stepping on her hair and pinning her in place.  Before I could react
she dropped to her knees.  She lifted her short satin wrap -
unsurprisingly, she wasn't wearing underwear - and plopped her furry snatch
right down on Karen's face.  Karen's cries were muffled but even more
frantic as Moira hunched herself against the child.  "Oh, yeah," she said.
"Eat my cunt, kitten, eat it." Far from calming the girl, Karen was
struggling even harder.  Her hands slapped at Moira's back but she was
caught.  She started to gag as Moira pushed her pubes into her mouth.

   All three of us were caught flat-footed by what happened next.  Renee
barreled into Moira, knocking her off of Karen and flat on her back. 
"Leave my sister alone!" she shrieked.  The beach towel fell off her
shoulders, leaving her standing naked over Moira's prone form, her eyes
flashing and her flat chest heaving.  Moira looked as stunned as I felt,
but only for a second.  With a snarl she pushed herself up.  Renee danced
back out of her reach.  "You little bitch!" Moira gritted out as she
started for the little girl.  Renee darted behind me as I stood to confront
my erstwhile lover.

   "Enough!" I shouted into Moira's face.  For a miracle, she paused. 
"Enough," I repeated.  "You're not helping.  What're you going to do, beat
up a nine-year-old?  You want to have fun, fine.  But everyone gets to have
fun.  Everyone!  Get it?" We were almost nose-to-nose.  Moira's face was a
mask of rage.  Even in the uncertain light I could see her cheeks were
blotched with red.  Her breath was whistling in her nose.  As Renee cowered
behind me I slid unconsciously into a fighting stance.

   After a long ten seconds, Moira took a deep breath.  "Fine," she
snapped, turning away.  "I'll see you down there." And with that she
stalked away towards the bonfire, the loose sand squeaking beneath her bare
heels.  Her skirt flipped up as she walked to show a tantalizing glimpse of
the lower half of her toned bare buttocks.  I took a deep breath myself and
let it out slowly.  Renee flung her arms around my waist from behind.  I
put my hands over hers and we stood together over Karen's prone form as I
waited for the adrenaline to drain from my body.

   Once my hands had stopped shaking, it was easy.  Karen was nearly
exhausted and lay still while I scribed around the bottom of the bottle. 
It separated cleanly and with the vacuum broken the bottle slid easily out
of the eleven-year-old.  She groaned softly.  Her cunt was stretched wide
open, crusted around with drying secretions, and showed no immediate signs
of closing up.  The fifth-grader drew her knees up further and placed both
hands over her crotch.  She lay there on the sand, moaning.  "My babycunt.
Oh, my babycunt.  Oh, it hurts, it huuurts." She ignored my requests to
stand up and just rocked herself slightly.  Sand clung to her damp
backside.

   I had to pick Karen up and carry her towards the bonfire.  She kept her
hands tight between her legs and burrowed her head into my shoulder.  She
whimpered with each step I took.  Her blonde hair fell in damp tangles over
my arm.

   Renee had one hand clutching the towel together at her chest, the other
holding on to the tail of my Hawaiian shirt as we approached the bonfire.
Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene.  She had never seen grownups
partying like this before.  The bonfire was built on damp sand near the
tide line at a point where a finger of the dunes stuck out.  The flames
were leaping 15 or 20 feet in the air, dazzling us and plunging the area
outside the circle of the firelight into comparative darkness.  Picnic
tables, camp chairs, and large hunks of driftwood made a ragged circle at a
comfortable distance around the fire.  I counted at least four kegs in
various spots.

   I saw maybe 50 people, mostly college-aged.  The boys were dressed like
me for the most part, open shirts and shorts or swim trunks.  The girls
were mostly in swimsuits.  Some had removed their bikini tops, their bare
breasts jiggling.  I could make out a group skinny-dipping in the surf. 
Their pale bodies shone in the darkness.  It was a high-spirited crowd. 
Loud conversation rose above the crackling roar of the flames, punctuated
with excited screams and shouts of laughter.  A fitful breeze carried the
sweet whiff of marijuana underneath the resinous woodsmoke and the bracing
salt air.

   There were several knots of dancing people, boys clustered around the
kegs, small conversational groups standing, sitting, or lying on the sand.
I saw some necking and light fondling but most of the heavy action was
taking place in the shadows, down the beach or up in the dunes.  As we
walked past a half-buried section of concrete pipe I heard a familiar
rhythmic slurping.  I sidestepped to have a quick look.  It was the
bearded, balding guy from the party.  He was on his knees and elbows, head
buried in the crotch of the young boy he had brought.  The boy's legs were
spread wide.  His shorts and white briefs were wrapped around his left
ankle.  He looked up at the girls and me and gave us an embarrassed,
lopsided smile as the man sucked enthusiastically on his skinny, hairless
penis.  I smiled back and we moved on.  Renee made no comment; fellatio was
utterly unexceptional to her by now.

   Moira was nowhere to be seen, but her beach bag and towel were behind a
large driftwood log, somewhat sheltered from the light and heat of the
leaping flames.  I set Karen on her feet and held her up with an arm around
her thin shoulders.  As Renee looked anxiously on, I gently brushed at the
sand sticking to her sweaty body.  But as soon as I released her she
collapsed, all elbows and knees and thin, pale limbs.  She rolled onto her
side into a fetal position.  She put one arm across her eyes and the other
hand down between her thighs, her fingers splaying over her gaping cunt as
it pooched between her skinny thighs.

   We had turned some heads, a guy carrying a naked child and trailed by
another, younger girl apparently wearing only a towel.  Several of the guys
from the party had noticed us and were starting to hover around.  I got on
my knees and bent over to whisper in Karen's ear.  "Hey, sweetie, do you
want to make some more money?" No response.  "Wouldn't you like to fuck
some more this evening?  There's lots of guys that want to try your hot
little babycunt."

   Karen shook her head slightly.  "Hurts," she whispered.  "Don't wanna
fuck any more.  Too sore."

   As much as I sympathized with the child, I couldn't let her evening end
on this note.  The whole point of the party and all of our involvement with
Moira was to make Karen at least satisfied with what I had convinced her
was her lot in life.  Moira had given her the skillset to approach
strangers, to find and fuck adult men, but she had to want to use those
skills.  It was important that her strongest experience with her tight
little cunny be of pleasure, not pain.  She already had an enormous secret,
but when we got home she had to want to keep it.  Otherwise I might as well
head for Argentina right now.

   It was hard for me to remember that the whole thing had started as just
a way of ensuring Karen's silence.  It seemed ludicrous now how appalled
she had been at her first sight of a little semen, even if it had happened
to be glazing her little sister's face.  I hadn't originally intended more
than to get her naked so she'd have her own guilty secret, but once I had
seen - and smelled, and tasted - her incredibly precocious sexual
responsiveness, I hadn't been able to stop myself from seeing just how far
I could push her.  And until now, there hadn't seemed to be a limit.

   So I rummaged in Moira's beach bag until I found a small vial full of
white powder on a thin gold chain.  "Here we go, sweetie," I said in a
soothing voice.  "Moira has something her that'll make that babycunt feel
all better." That got Karen's attention.  She sat bolt upright, eyes wide
with terror.  Her puffy nipples cast wavering shadows across her thin chest
as she hunched over, both hands now clamped over her vulva.  "No, it's
okay, I swear," I continued.  "I know Moira played a mean trick on you, but
I'm telling you this will make you feel better." I continued in a quiet,
sonorous voice as I slowly knee-walked towards the child.  I spilled a
small line of cocaine along my index finger.  Karen resisted, but she
ultimately let me pull her hands away.  I bent to see in the dim light. 
Her vulva was swollen and raw.  Her inner lips were still stretched and
loose around her hole, gaping open nearly the size of the bottleneck that
had been stuck inside for the better part of an hour.  Her clitoris looked
smaller, perhaps only in comparison to the general swelling around her
entire crotch, though the oversized nub was still fully erect.

   Karen groaned softly as I separated her inner labia and gently inserted
my finger into her clutching heat, rotating it and pumping slowly to spread
the cocaine all around the tender mucous membranes of her vagina.  I
massaged her clitoris gently with my thumb, careful to keep the anesthetic
drug from touching it.  Her groans turned to a relieved sigh as the pain
faded.  Maybe her strained expression relaxed, but between her stark makeup
and the flickering light it was hard to tell.  After a minute I gently
withdrew my finger.  It was slick and shiny.  I sniffed it deeply, then
sucked it clean.  Her juice was piquant with more than a bit of an added
coppery tang.  The preteen was a feast for the senses.

   Karen began to tremble as the cocaine moved into her system.  I tapped
some more out onto my fingertip and held it up to her nose.  "Sniff!" I
commanded and she obeyed without thinking.  I repeated the action twice
more, then pushed my finger into her mouth to rub the residue on her upper
gums.  Her eyes popped open wide as the drug lit up her immature nervous
system.  A fresh sheen of sweat rose on her forehead.  She began shaking
visibly and her breathing got rapid and shallow.  Her hands wandered
randomly in the air until, seemingly by accident, one pressed against her
bare chest.  She gasped, then yipped as she grabbed one walnut-sized nipple
between thumb and fingers and tugged.  Her other hand followed suit and
within seconds she was bouncing in place, rocking back and forth on her
crotch as she pulled hard on both nips in turn.  Her head jerked from side
to side, long blonde hair flying.  Her eyes were wild.  Her mouth dropped
open.  "I..I need..."

   "What is it, sweetie?" I asked softly.  "What do you need?"

   "...need...f-f-fuck!" she gritted out.  "I want a c-c-cock in my
babycunt!" Her lips twisted into a grimace.

   "Of course you do, sweetie," I responded.  "You're a whore, aren't you?"

   She nodded vigorously, pulling on her nipples in turn.  "I'm a whore,
I'm a whore, whory whory..." she trailed off.

   "Look, that boy looks lonely." I pointed over Karen's shoulder where a
skinny redhead was nursing a beer in an armless camp chair.  He looked
maybe twenty.  He was staring disconsolately at a young woman sitting on
the edge of a picnic bench, making out with a muscular kid.  They both had
long, brown, curly hair that tangled together as they kissed.  The girl's
bikini top was off one ample breast and she giggled as her partner hefted
it in her hand.

   Karen lurched to her feet and tottered off towards the boy.  I watched
her firm, boyish butt cheeks tensing alternately as she staggered.  The boy
didn't notice her until she was almost on top of him.  His jaw dropped as
he realized first that she was naked; second, that she was a child with her
nearly flat, undeveloped chest, straight hips, and smooth, hairless pussy;
and third, that she had her hands in his crotch.  Before he knew what was
happening the fifth-grader was fumbling with his zipper.  He made an
abortive move to curl up in the chair but Karen was faster.  Her hand
plunged into his shorts and emerged grasping a short, thick erection.  It
was pale but the circumcised head was a dark purple; the poor boy had
obviously been aroused for some time before Karen grabbed him.  Stray curls
of red pubic hair poked out as Karen roughly tugged on the shaft.  The boy
gasped and writhed in his seat but Karen paid him very little mind.  The
shivering child was completely concentrated on her handful of cock and she
didn't even glance at the boy's face as she straddled his lap and swiped
the purple head along the length of her slit.  She stiffened and the breath
huffed out of her as the hot flesh brushed across her swollen clitoris,
then she wedged it against her distended opening and squatted.

   "Uhhhh!" Karen's high-pitched groan came to my ears as she felt the
familiar firm yet yielding heat push into her intimate parts.  Even as wet
and slick as her cunt was, the adult-sized penis stretched her to the
limit. Her labia folded inwards from the pressure and sensitive skin
scraped against the bulbous glans.  Karen tensed her thighs, raising up
slightly to ease the pressure, and then forced herself down.  "Uhhhh!" she
groaned again as the cock penetrated her a little further.  "Uhhh!  Uhhh!
Uhhh!" Her leg muscles tensed and trembled as she repeatedly pushed up and
dropped down, until the boy's wiry pubic hair brushed her smooth mound. 
"Aiiieeegh!" She threw her head back as the pulsing thick cock filled her
tender, well-fucked vagina to the limit.  Her bare feet came up off the
sand as her butt sagged between the boy's thighs.  She fell forward,
catching herself by placing her hands on his shoulders.  The boy's face was
a picture of shock as the fifth-grader ground herself against him,
squeezing his cock inside herself.  "Nuuuh!  Nuuuh!  NuuuooOO!" Karen made
a strained sound, almost a howl, each time she impaled herself on the young
man's throbbing tool.  She tossed her head back and forth, her long blond
hair flying.  Her eyes were clenched shut, her face locked in a rictus of
pleasure as she gradually picked up the pace, fucking faster and faster. 
She still hadn't looked at his face.

   My cock was stiff and hot in my loose shorts, but I managed to tear my
attention away from the erotic spectacle.  Renee looked bemused.  Seeing
her sister wantonly fucking strangers was nothing new, but this was turning
into a very long evening.  It was well past the children's bedtimes, coming
up on five hours since Moira had first collected Karen's panties.  After
the trauma of having the beer bottle stuck inside her tender cunny, Renee
had seen Karen go in minutes from begging to be left alone to practically
raping an adult.  Her analytic mind zeroed in on the one thing that was new
to her.  "What's that white powder you made Karen sniff?  Is it like the
stinky stuff, so she'll have really good orgasms?"

   "Yeah, pretty much," I replied.  "You're smart to figure that out." As
usual Renee accepted the praise impassively.  "But it's way stronger, not
for little kids.  It's just for grownups...well, and for whores." I
gestured in Karen's direction.  She had bent her knees back, folding her
legs under and tucking her bare feet across the young man's hairy thighs.
Her back was arched, her arms stiff, palms pressed flat against his
shoulders.  The boy's large hands were covering her skinny chest.  His
thumbs were slipping back and forth over her puffy nipples, fingers wrapped
under her armpits.  She was fucking herself smoothly and quickly on his
cock with practiced ease.  The boy was starting to respond, pressing his
ass up to meet her.  Karen yelped each time their pelvises ground together;
the boy's cockhead was probably bouncing against her immature cervix.  Her
eyes were still clenched tight shut, but her mouth was open.  She was
drooling, saliva dripping off her chin and falling into the boy's sparse
red chest hair.  As we watched the boy made one brutal thrust upwards, his
eyes going wide, and shuddered as he began to ejaculate into the child.

   I turned back to Renee, making an effort to calm myself.  The depravity
of watching my fifth-grade niece have her way with a grown man was
overwhelming.  My face was hot.  I gasped for breath.  My cock felt
swollen, the skin tight and throbbing.  It was hypersensitive to every
brush of fabric, every stirring of the humid air.  And standing next to me,
clad only in a towel, was the nine-year-old I had taught to be my lover. 
We were on the edge of the firelight.  No one was paying us any mind,
though Karen's loud, energetic sex was beginning to draw some spectators. I
could be on top of her in an instant.  Images flashed through my mind of
yanking the towel off her prepubescent body, pushing her down on the sand
and spreading her short legs wide apart, wedging my cock against her warm,
smooth, bald slit and pushing.  With one thrust I could tear the
nine-year-old open.  I imagined the penetration, her writhing and crying
against me, the burning tightness of forcing myself into the child, the hot
blood trickling down my shaft.

   I took a corner of the beach towel in my hand and gave it a firm twitch,
pulling it off Renee and leaving her naked in the flickering orange light.
Her little boobies were beautiful, capped with tiny pink nipples that
stiffened from the surprise of her sudden exposure.  "Hey!" she exclaimed,
making a grab for the towel.  I flicked it just out of the child's reach.
She jumped for it again and I held it away from her.  "Give it!" I noted
that her belly had gotten just pudgy enough that it jiggled along with her
pointy puppyfat boobies as she jumped around.  I wondered if she was on the
edge of a growth spurt.  The child pressed her warm flesh against my bare
legs and one hand squarely on the stiff bulge in my shorts.  A picture of
Renee's stocky prepubescent frame lengthened and thinned, hips starting to
flare and nipples puffing out like her sister's washed over me.  I felt
faint for a second, and barely managed to keep the towel out of her hands.
"Give it!" she repeated, her voice and face reflecting growing frustration.

   I looked over Renee's head to see that Karen was still grinding her
crotch against the boy's.  His shorts were stained with a froth of his
semen and the fifth-grader's juices.  She hadn't climaxed and her rhythmic
grunting was also taking on a tinge of frustration as his cock softened and
slipped out of her.  She was oblivious to her surroundings but as the young
man's orgasm faded he realized they had an audience - several boys and a
girl stood looking down at them.  Someone called out, "Nice job,
baby-raper." The look on his face was priceless as he realized he had just
committed about six major felonies in front of witnesses.  He shoved Karen
violently.  She tumbled off his lap and landed on her skinny ass on the
sand.  He heaved himself to his feet and fled into the darkness.

   Karen's legs splayed open, twitching.  She stared unseeingly upwards. 
One hand pressed against her just-fucked vulva, smearing fresh spunk and
cunt juice all over her vulva and abdomen until the skin gleamed with slimy
moisture.  Her belly heaved as she fought for breath.  As her eyes cleared
and she took in the sight of people staring down at her, she began
trembling violently.  She essayed a smile.  "W...who wants to t...touch my
whore babycunt?" she stuttered out.  "P...please, my babycunt's so
h...hot...oooh!" She arched her back, babbling as she shoved her pelvis
against her hand.

   Renee was on the verge of tears.  Her hair had come unpinned and was in
sexy disarray around her round face.  I dropped the towel to the sand and
sat down on it, pulling her naked form down into my lap.  "What's the
matter, sweetie?  Your big sister goes naked all the time.  She likes it.
And you're naked plenty with me."

   The third-grader pushed her arms down, clapping both hands over her
hairless vulva.  "But all these people...what if they think I'm a whore,
but I'm not a whore, but someone tries to fuck me?  I'm not a whore!" she
insisted, curling herself against me.  Her voice sounded near tears.

   I could hardly contain myself.  I gently hunched my cock against the
warm weight of the child in my lap, rubbing against the rough fabric of my
shorts.  "It'll be okay, Renee.  No one will think you're a whore.  Look,
the grownups are interested in other grownups for sex.  You'll just look
like a little kid to them." I leaned closer, dropping my voice to a
wheedling whisper.  "They won't know you're my sexy little lover.  They
won't know how much you like putting penises in your mouth, and how good
you are at it.  I bet you're the best cocksucker here." I groaned inwardly
as I hissed the dirty word into the child's innocent-looking face.  As I
gazed into the firelight reflected in her hazel eyes I remembered us
sitting on her bedroom floor, nestled in a tangle of her dirty laundry, the
feel of her tongue as she leaned forward and tentatively took her very
first taste of my penis.

   Renee wasn't so easily mollified.  "But Karen's a kid too - look!" I
followed her pointing finger.  Most of the people surrounding her had
stepped back in shocked disgust as she writhed on the sand, but three young
men remained.  They looked like cookie-cutter redneck beach-bums: Tangled
longish blond hair, deep reddish tans on their muscular torsos, board
shorts riding below their hipbones.  They glanced at one another, then two
of them bent and grabbed Karen around her upper arms, lifting her
effortlessly.  Her feet windmilled briefly then she was set on her knees on
the camp chair, her arms over the back and her butt sticking out.  The
firelight gleamed on golden skin of her back with its contrasting tan line
from her swimsuit.  Sand peppered her ass and swollen cuntlips, adhering to
the moisture that leaked from her burning quim and ran down the insides of
her thighs.

   "AaaAH!" she groaned as a large hand pressed against her labia and begin
a rough massage.  She spread her thighs and wiggled her ass, trying to
direct clumsy fingers to her swollen, protruding clitoris.  She grunted in
surprise as the boy's thick thumb probed her clenched anus.  "Agh!" she
cried as he forced her sphincter open.  A cracked thumbnail snagged against
the tender skin.  "Ow, ow, OW!"

   "Dude, don't hurt her," one of the boys holding her arms said.

   "Dude, I'm not.  Check it out, she's into it."

   "Ow, my ass!" Karen's eyes were closed and tears streamed down her face,
making two black trails in her mascara.  The boy's thumb was buried to the
hilt in her ass and his middle and ring fingers slid easily into her juicy,
gaping snatch.  She whimpered but she pushed back hard against the invading
digits.  "My ass, oh God, fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass, God, fuck my ass, God,
God, oh God..."

   She moaned as the boy pumped each of her orifices in turn.  "She's so
light, I could pick her up and carry her home like a six-pack," he
chortled, and the fifth-grader yelped as he squeezed his fingers together,
pressing her vaginal wall hard against her colon.  The other boys looked at
each other and shrugged.  They reached for the waistbands of their
swimsuits.

   I tore my eyes away with difficulty from the sight of the blonde preteen
taking on three adult men and focused on her naked little sister in my lap.
My voice was hoarse.  "But you're not a whore." I swallowed on a dry
throat. "You don't act all whory like that, so it's OK."

   "Why don't..." I swallowed again.  "Why don't you go play for awhile?" I
leaned in close, brushing my lips and nose across her cheek.  I forced
myself to keep my touch feather-light as I caressed her chest, tracing the
points of her nipples.  I could feel the warmth rising off her compact body
as I gently tongued the two tiny moles at her jawline.  "Moira's going to
be coming back soon.  I should talk to her alone so she's not mad at you
any more.  You like dancing, don't you?  You could go dance with those boys
and girls over there."

   Renee pulled away from my kiss.  Her hazel eyes looked more green in
this light.  "But, I don't want to go naked," she insisted.

   "Why not?" I pointed.  "Lots of them are naked, see?" And it was true.
The group of young men and women dancing to the blaring boombox had been
skinny-dipping earlier and some of them had not bothered to dress again. 
In fact it was mostly the boys, showing off in the relaxed, drunken
atmosphere of the party.

   "I don't want them to see my cunt," Renee objected, her hands still
covering the beautiful part in question.  "I just don't." She stuck out her
full lower lip.  I was afraid that was the end of it - the child could
out-stubborn anyone, even someone not on the brink of ejaculation from
fondling her beautiful naked body.  Then my eyes fell on Moira's discarded
beach bag and a thought struck me.  I dragged it closer and groped a hand
inside.  Jackpot!

   "Okay," I heaved an exaggerated sigh.  "You don't have to show your cunt
if you don't want to.  Actually," I leaned close again, planting feather
kisses on her small mouth, "I like that.  I like to keep your tasty little
cunny all for myself." I sat up.  "But I have a surprise for you.  Here,
stand up." I pulled the child to her feet and stood her before me.  My nose
was just about level with her chubby, smooth labia.  I resisted the
temptation to bury my face between her thighs.  "Close your eyes." Renee
looked at my suspiciously.  "No, close them.  Cover them with your hands
and keep them closed." Reluctantly, she obeyed.

   I took a second to smooth her wavy brown hair back into some semblance
of order around her shoulders and down her back, then I opened the beach
bag to see just which specimens Moira had brought from her bedside
collection.  There were two.  One was grotesque but the other was perfect.
I picked up each of Renee's bare feet in turn then pulled it up.  I
tightened the elastic straps around her waist and thighs, placing them so
they rode above her hipbones.  Renee wriggled as the felt the straps pull
into her buttcrack.  I snugged the faux-leather triangle against her
crotch, adjusting it until I was satisfied.  "Okay, you can open your
eyes!"

   She did.  She took her hands away from her eyes, but clapped them over
her mouth to smother a burst of giggles as she stared down at herself. 
"I...I have a penis!?" she exclaimed with incredulous delight.

   "You sure do, sweetie." I had fitted her with one of two strap-ons in
the bag.  This one was realistic-looking pink latex, about seven inches
long, complete with molded veins and a nice bulbous head.  There was even a
wrinkled pink scrotum.  "Now you can dance just like the boys." The
third-graded wiggled her hips experimentally.  Laughter bubbled as the
rubber cock bobbed and twitched, very much like the flopping of the real
things attached to the boys dancing just a few yards away.  I leaned
forward to caress the smooth skin of the child's back.  I traced the points
of her shoulderblades, the subtle knobs of her spine, dropping my hand
lower to gently squeeze each asscheek in turn.  I put my lips against her
ear, nibbling gently at the lobe.  "You look so pretty with a penis," I
said.  "Such a pretty little girl with a great big cock." I put my hand
loosely around it and mimed jacking it.  Renee almost purred as the
movement pushed the ridges on the backside of the harness against her baby
clitty.  "Doesn't that feel nice?" She nodded.  "So now no one can see your
cunt.  But you don't mind showing off your great big hard cock, do you?" I
enunciated the consonants carefully, savoring the dirty words spoken into
the child's ear.  "Why don't you go dance with the big boys for awhile. 
You can be just another boy like them - no one will think you're a whore."
True enough, I supposed, though who could say what they would think about
the sight of a nine-year-old wearing a strap-on?  "Look, Moira's coming
back - you should let me talk to her first in case she's still mad."

   The mention of Moira made Renee start.  She looked around anxiously and
took a step away.  "Wait," I grabbed her arm to hold her and with my other
hand reached down between her chubby thighs, fumbling for the switch
concealed at the bottom of the latex nutsack.

   "Oooooo," Renee exclaimed.  Her eyes and mouth went round with surprise
as the vibrator hummed against her.  She spread her feet and bent her
knees, making the rubber cock swing back and forth.

   "Feel nice?" She nodded jerkily.  "Okay, off you go!" I spanked her bare
bottom gently and she scampered off towards the knot of dancers.  She ran
with a funny, waddling step as her prepubescent clit began to respond to
the stimulation of the vibrator bouncing against her.  She ran right into
the midst of the group of dancing young people.  It was mostly boys, a few
girls.  As the dancing got drunker and more aggressive the gender imbalance
got greater.  Maybe a third of the dancers were completely nude, all of
them male.  I watched with amusement as Renee's presence registered on
their faces one by one.  They each went through the same sequence of
growing astonishment, something like "little kid - naked little kid - naked
little kid with a huge erection?  - naked little GIRL!!!  with a
STRAP-ON!!!" I smiled, but I was rocking and clutching myself through my
shorts.  My arousal was getting close to unbearable.

   "What a cute little she-male you made." I craned my head around.  Moira
was standing behind me.  Her hair was a little mussed and her dress was
wrinkled.  I could see under the hem of her skirt.  Her carefully trimmed
thatch of pubic hair was matted and sticky, and the columns of little
hearts tattooed around her vulva shone.  Her scent was strong.

   I blinked, trying to get my mind back on business.  "Sit down.  We've
gotta talk." I spared her a glance as she stood behind me but I could
hardly tear my eyes away from Renee.  She wasn't a very graceful dancer,
but fortunately it wasn't a ballroom competition.  She took her cues from
the young men surrounding her, who as the music had changed to some
godawful thrash-metal screeching had evolved almost into a mini-moshpit. 
She was in the middle, her head intermittently visible bobbing at
belly-level of the grownups.  From time to time she stopped flat-footed,
bending her knees and closing her eyes and pressing the harness against her
with both hands, shivering as the vibrator humming in the prosthesis
triggered a child's mini-orgasm.  For the most part the adults were being
careful of her, only gently bouncing her off their bodies as they flung
themselves violently against each other.  I noted that at least one - no,
two - two boys seemed to be taking care to present her with their
semi-erect penises as they passed.  Yes, for sure - I caught one of them
actually grabbing himself so he could bounce his tool "accidentally" off
the young girl's cheek.  The second or third time he did it, Renee stopped
and smiled up at him.  I thought his heart would stop as he realized first
that he was busted but second that the preteen child didn't mind in the
slightest.  For just an instant before other bodies came between us I saw
the firelight glinting off a shiny smear of precum on her flushed cheek.

   Moira folded herself gracefully into a cross-legged posture in front of
me.  "Yeah, I know," she sighed.  "I'll be good," She stretched like a cat,
pushing erect nipples against the straining fabric of her thin wrap.  She
purred like one as I leaned forward to cup her breasts in my hands.

   "That'll never happen," I smiled, "but you've gotta keep to the plan. 
You stay here, but I've gotta go home with these kids AND THEIR PARENTS
tomorrow.  You push Karen too hard, she's gonna snap.  And lemme tell you,
Missy, if she tells her story I'm not gonna be the only one in deep shit.
Those big green eyes and 'oh poor me my daddy fucked me when I was seven'
won't get you out of it."

   "Nine," Moira corrected me absently, then her eyes flashed as what I
said sunk in.  "Don't threaten me, you sumbitch.  Daddy tried that shit,
too, and look what it got him."

   That was new.  As far as anyone knew, her father had just taken off and
disappeared.  I looked intently into Moira's angry face.  "What's that
mean? What did it get him?"

   Moira snapped her mouth closed.  With visible effort she relaxed and
mastered her anger.  "Never mind," she purred, leaning closer to me.  "I'll
be nice to the little whore." She started unbuttoning my shirt.

   "And Renee," I insisted.

   "And Renee," she agreed.  Then she placed her hand on the bulge in my
lap.  "And him," she breathed in my ear.  "Does he remember me?" she
whispered as she undid the snap and eased the zipper down.

   "Oh yeah," I breathed as the warm, muggy air caressed my tool.  I opened
Moira's wrap and slid my hands over her bared breasts, tugging gently on
her large, pointy nipples the way I knew she liked.  She chuckled, then
pulled herself forward, wrapping her legs around me and raising up.  We
gasped as our bodies pressed together and I slid into her.  She took my
full length easily, sighing as she settled into my lap.  Her pubes tickled.
It was weird.  I had stopped dating when I had made first Renee and then
Karen into my preteen sex toys.  It had been almost six months since I had
been with an adult woman and what had been normal now felt...odd.  There
was hardly an extra pound of fat on Moira but she felt too heavy in my lap.
Her lovely, perky breasts that I knew so well seemed too large in my hands.
Her entire body was out of scale, almost gross.  And her scent was too
strong, too musky, cloying.  I wanted Karen's skinny ass resting lightly on
my thighs, her slim, flat chest with its delicious cherry-sized nipples
covered by my hands.  I wanted to feel her belly tensing against mine and
hear her sobbing as I bottomed out in her shallow vagina.  I wanted to
taste her sweet, piquant nectar oozing out between her thin, undeveloped
labia minora.

   But maturity had its advantages, too.  "Oh, fuck," I groaned.  Moira had
amazing muscular control.  "You gotta teach Karen how to do that," I
panted. "She'll make a million dollars before she's in high school," When
Moira didn't respond I pulled back a bit.  She was looking over my
shoulder. I followed her gaze; she was watching Karen.  The eleven-year-old
was still kneeling on the camp chair, her cunny and ass being thoroughly
reamed by the redneck's large fingers.  Her cries of "Fuck my ass!" were
muffled, though, by a mouthful of cock.  Two mouthfuls, actually, as the
other boys had both pulled down their shorts and were taking turns shoving
their hairy peckers into her mouth.  She slurped noisily at one while the
other boy rubbed his all over her face, coating her sweaty skin with precum
and spit.  Then he pushed at her stuffed mouth, poking against his
partner's shaft until it slid out and he thrust forward, changing places.
"Repressed queers," I thought with a sneer, watching how they
"accidentally" rubbed their tools together at each changeover.

   For her part, Karen passively accepted the double mouth-fucking.  Her
eyes were closed.  Her arms hung loosely over the back of the chair.  She
made no attempt to control the depth or speed of penetration.  She was
trembling all over and her muffled grunts and groans rose and fell as she
thrust her ass backwards onto the third boy's hand.  Her chin was covered
with drool.  Her throat worked as she swallowed.  She sucked eagerly on
each cock as it filled her mouth, showing no preference and perhaps no
realization that more than one person was using her simultaneously.

   Moira's mouth hung open as she watched her eleven-year-old prot�g� being
stuffed full in every hole.  She was panting loudly and her eyes were
glazed.  She started mumbling softly.  I leaned close to hear, groaning as
her cunt clutched at me expertly.  Her breath was scented with some sweet
liquor.  "Fuck her, daddy, fuck that little whore, do her, make it hurt,
fuck her 'til she can't walk, fuck her, fuck me, fuck meeee!" Then her eyes
rolled back in her head and she pulled me tight against her.  I gasped as
her cunt spasmed around me, and my lap was bathed in warm, sticky liquid.
It was too much, and I wasn't ready.  I reached down between us and wrapped
my thumb and forefinger around my shaft and scrotum.  I squeezed as hard as
I could, grunting in pain as each spurt of hot semen was dammed up at the
root.  The urge to cum gradually receded, leaving a deep ache behind the
base of my penis and along one side of my groin.

   As my eyes uncrossed I looked over Moira's shoulder towards the cluster
of dancers.  For an anxious moment I couldn't spot Renee.  She was walking
away from the dancers, trailed by the boy who'd been slapping his cock on
her face.  In fact, she was leading him with her hand around his penis. 
And quite a penis it was, too, as long a specimen as I'd ever seen, and so
thick it looked like her soft hand barely went halfway around the shaft. 
Her other hand was around her own penis.  The flesh penis and the latex one
bobbed together as they walked.  She led the fellow to a picnic table that
was sheltered from the bonfire.  The moon had risen, though, and the bodies
of the tall, lean man and the short, slightly chubby child were bathed in
silver light.  Renee pushed the man down to sit on the bench then scrambled
up beside him on her knees.  She brushed her wavy brown hair back over her
narrow shoulders, then leaned forward.  Her strap-on bounced off the worn
wood, then the tip caught and bent.  She balanced herself with one hand on
the man's thigh while with the other she pointed his straining erection at
her lips.  She leaned forward to kiss the bulbous head; it looked enormous
against her round face.  Her pointed tongue flicked out and the man jerked
in his seat as she licked expertly around the ridge of the glans.  She
looked up at him, giggling as she said something, then stretched her mouth
as wide as she could and sealed her lips around the head.

   I groaned as I watched my nine-year-old niece fellating the man she had
just met.  I wondered if she knew his name.  Her mouth was too small to fit
even the entirety of the purple cockhead.  Her eyes squinted nearly shut as
she twisted her neck from side to side, rotating her lips around the
darkening flesh.  My own, much smaller organ lurched in sympathy.  I well
knew how awesome her unschooled technique felt.  I couldn't wait to feel it
again.

   As if she had read my thoughts, Renee pulled away and looked up, turning
her head until she saw me sitting with my chin resting on Moira's shoulder.
She smiled merrily and waved.  I waved back, ignoring her partner's fearful
start.  Renee spoke to him briefly as she brushed her hair back again, then
bent and pushed her little mouth over the end of his dripping tool.

   I was mesmerized.  Renee had never looked more beautiful to me as she
knelt naked in the moonlight, her brown hair half-obscuring her face as she
struggled to suck more of the young man's cock into her stretched jaws. 
His partner looked down at her raptly, tentatively stroking one large hand
over her smooth back.

   I realized Moira was looking at me quizzically; I supposed I looked as
glazed and distracted as she had moments ago.  "Ohhhh," I breathed as she
gently pressed our crotches together, twisting and massaging my aching cock
inside her.

   She licked at my ear, nibbled the lobe, then whispered, "Here comes the
little whore." She leaned back, her toned thigh muscles bunching as she
rose smoothly.  My cock slapped gently against my belly as it slid out of
her, shiny with her juice and suddenly cool in the breeze.  For a few
moments I just lay there, cupping my aching testicles in one hand and
trying to collect myself.  Moira retrieved the vial of coke from her bag
and stood to meet Karen as she staggered over to us.  The eleven-year-old's
hair was a mess.  A hank of it was glued to her cheek by a smear of semen.
There was another glob right across the bridge of her nose, and more
dripping down her chin.  Her mouth hung open and in a sudden flare from the
bonfire I saw strings of goo connecting her upper and lower teeth.

   Moira steadied her with a hand on her shoulder and put a fingertip of
coke under her nose.  Karen snorted it up.  Her head snapped back and her
body stiffened.  She shuddered hard, then dropped to a squat in front of
me. Her butt almost touched the sand.  She balanced her elbows on her
widely-spread knees and rested her forehead on her folded arms.  Her cunt
was split wide open.  Jizz and her baby honey oozed out to puddle on the
sand.  Her thighs and belly were mottled with white flakes where cum had
dried on her, shiny in other spots with fresh moisture.  Grains of sand had
worked themselves up into the raw, swollen tissues of her vagina, further
irritating the tender flesh.  The delectable, wrinkled bud of her oversized
clitoris stuck out proudly, bent slightly to one side into the little
keyhole notch at the top of her distended slit.  She reeked of the sweat
that coated the rest of her body.  She let her head hang down between her
knees for a few seconds.  She was trembling all over from the drug coursing
through her veins.  I could see her heartbeat fluttering beneath her
barely-developed chest.  Then she raised her head.  She was crying
silently, tears coursing down her flushed, semen-smeared cheeks.

   "'M a whore," she said.  The child was so coked-up she could barely
speak, mumbling between clenched, chattering teeth.  "'M a whore.  Why'jou
make me a whore?  I din' wanna be a whore."

   "Oh, honey, no," I said, getting up and moving to sit beside her.  I
rested my hand on her shaking shoulders, stroking her gently.  "I didn't
make you a whore."

   "You did," she insisted.  "I din' wanna."

   "No, Karen," I repeated more forcefully.  "Don't you remember?  You
decided to be a whore yourself."

   "No," Karen said weakly, shaking her head.

   "Yes," I said implacably.  "I offered you a deal and you took it.  If I
bought you something, you would suck my penis.  That's what happened,
Karen. You remember, I know you do.  No one made you a whore but you."

   "I din' wanna," Karen insisted.  Her shoulders shook harder as she wept.
"You made me.  You hate me.  Moira hates me.  Renee hates me.  Mommy and
Daddy hate me.  God hates me," and she dropped her head onto her arms and
dissolved in wracking sobs.

   "Oh, honey, no," I repeated, getting up and moving to sit beside her. 
"I don't hate you.  I love you.  I love you so much, and that's why I had
to teach you how to be a good whore." I put a hand on her back.  Her skin
was sweaty and sticky and burning hot.  I stroked gently down the length of
her curved spine, fitting a finger into the cleft of her buttocks and
squeezing a cheek gently.  "God doesn't hate you.  I don't know why He gave
you such a hot babycunt, but He doesn't hate you.  He wants you to have
fun, to have lots and lots and lots of sex, and get fucked every day."
Karen cried harder.  "You're a good girl," I insisted.  "God made you a
whore, and whores get fucked.  You're doing what God wants." I put my other
hand on her chest as I spoke, leaning in to stroke across her pre-breasts.
I gently twisted a nipple between my fingers.  Karen gasped, then hiccuped
as the rhythm of her sobbing broke.  "Yes, that's it, isn't it?  You're
such a horny, horny whore." I slid my hand down across the tight folds of
her belly and over her slimy crotch.  My rampant cock poked her side as I
leaned forward, smearing Moira's cunt juice and my own precum onto the
child's skin.

   Karen's legs twitched and she tried to straighten up as I flicked her
grotesquely swollen clitoris but I had a hand across her shoulders now,
holding her in place.  She groaned and squeaked as I slid a finger into
her. A stranger's cum squished out around my digit as I moved it gently
inside the fifth-grader's stretched cunt.  "Moira doesn't hate you.  I know
she's mean sometimes, but that's just the way she is.  She's a mean whore,
but she wants the same as me, for you to grow up to be a good whore, strong
and smart and sexy and, and, uh, fuckalicious." I shrugged at the look
Moira gave me.  "That's why she taught you how to find boys to fuck.  Every
whore needs to know that, and now you do, don't you?" The child nodded
through her tears.

   I gave Moira a warning glance as she moved to sit on Karen's other side.
Her arm slid around the girl's slim waist.  "I'm sorry I hurt you, kitten,
really I am." Her voice was throaty and soft.  She blew gently into Karen's
ear.  "But I don't hate you.  I think you're cute," she kissed Karen's
temple, "and sexy," she licked at the glob of sperm dripping down her
cheek, "and mmm," she turned Karen's head gently and kissed her.  Karen's
eyes opened wide then fluttered closed as Moira shoved her tongue into the
little girl's mouth.  Then she was kissing back.  Tears still leaked from
her eyes as she mashed her lips hard against Moira's.  My penis throbbed at
the sight of the eleven-year-old child and the college girl kissing
passionately.  Then Moira sat back.  "There, kitten, isn't that nice? 
That's how a whore kisses."

   Karen was starting to pant now as I slowly pumped my finger in her
preteen cunny.  Her vaginal walls squeezed and twisted around me as she
shifted her balance in the awkward squat.  "Mommy and Daddy don't hate
you," I continued deliberately.  "They don't hate you because they don't
know you're a whore.  They think you're just their pretty little girl, and
there's no reason to tell them different, is there?" Karen shook her head,
gasping as I pushed deeper into her.  "No, there isn't.  As long as they
don't know you're a whore, they'll still love you the same as they always
have."

   But then Karen stiffened, "Noooo," she cried, tossing her head back, and
broke into wild crying again.  Her eyes were puffy and red now and snot ran
freely from her nose, mingling with the traces of male mucous still dotting
her lips.  Her cunt grasped my finger hard as her diaphragm spasmed. 
"Noooo, Renee," she gasped out.

   "What is it, sweetie?  What about Renee?" I had the naked child held
tight against me now.  I had one hand across her thin shoulders, the other
pumping into her spread vagina.  My shorts were open and my cock pressed
against the hot, sweaty skin of her side, sliding over the bumps of her
ribcage.  Moira sat back, watching.  Her legs were spread with one heel at
my knees and the other leg curled behind Karen.  She had opened her short
dress completely and was masturbating herself with two fingers.

   "Peed on her," Karen managed to gasp out between sobs.  "Broke my
promise...hates me.  She hates me.  Din' wanna be a whore.  Love her..."
she trailed off incoherently.

   "Karen, Renee doesn't hate you," I said with just a trace of impatience.
"She's your sister and she loves you." But the child was inconsolable.  Her
whole body shook with the force of her crying.

   Reluctantly, I slid my finger out of Karen's cunny; her breath hitched
but she continued sobbing.  "You can take care of her for a few minutes?" I
asked Moira, who nodded as I pushed myself to my feet.  "Remember, be
nice." Moira smiled as I gingerly pulled my zipper up over my drooling
erection.  Then she placed her hands on either side of Karen's face and
began muffling the little girl's sobs with kisses.

   I scanned the crowd of dancers, finally spotting Renee and her partner.
They were dancing apart from the main group.  The man held both of Renee's
hands in his, holding up her arms as they did some half-assed box step
together.  He had put on a pair of lurid purple board shorts.  Renee, of
course, was still naked.  Her strap-on bobbled and jiggled with her
dancing. As I approached she stopped for a second and dropped into the
wide-legged half-squat that signaled another small vibrator-induced orgasm.

   "You look like you're having fun," I said to her as I walked up.  Her
hair was slightly mussed from dancing.  Her cheeks were flushed and her
eyes were bright in the firelight.  She was smiling from ear-to-ear.  The
man dropped her hands and stepped back sharply, looking at me with the
run-shit-or-go-blind expression I knew rather well from the inside.  I gave
him a quick smile, but my attention was focused on my preteen lover.

   "This is Billy," Renee introduced me.  "Did you see his thingy?" she
demanded.  She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet with
excitement.  "It was huuuuuuuuge!" she declared, holding up her arms like a
pint-sized Atlas.  "I had to open really, really, really wide, and when he
squirted, there was so much!  I swallowed a little, but I did like you
showed me with my tongue and I didn't choke or anything."

   "I see where most of it ended up," I chuckled.  The little girl's lips
and chin were dripping with semen, and several long trails were drying on
her flat chest and her round, childish belly.  Renee grinned back and
swiped her forearm across her mouth, succeeding mostly in distributing the
pearly goo more evenly over her lower face.  She was still a messy eater,
cum no less than chocolate ice cream.  "I'm glad you both had fun," I
continued, sparing another smile for her adult sex partner to forestall his
heart attack, "But I have to talk to you now, OK?  Let's go over here." I
took her hand and led her a few steps away from the dancers and the bonfire
until we were almost in darkness.  I knelt down in front of the child,
reaching up to finger-comb her long brown hair back from her smiling face.
I put my fingers lightly on her shoulders, brushing them down over her
puppyfat boobies, lightly tweaking her tiny, pointed nipples, and tracing
the inverted vee of her ribcage.  She smelled pleasantly of sweat, baby
shampoo, and just a little of the sharp tang of the semen drying on her
face and body.  Her strap-on hummed quietly, wobbling slightly as it
pointed straight out at my sternum.

   I put a serious expression on my face and leaned in close so we could
look right into each other's eyes in the dimness.  "Karen needs your help,
Renee.  She thinks you hate her."

   "I don't hate her!  She's my sister!" Renee exclaimed.

   "I know that, sweetie, but remember what we talked about on the way over
here?" She nodded.  "You've been kind of mean to Karen ever since she
started whoring." I continued gently chafing her upper arms and stroking
her nips and belly as I spoke.  "I know she bugs you sometimes, but that's
normal.  You do stuff that bugs her, too, I'm sure.  I know you love her,
but you haven't been showing that very much lately and now she's all upset.
I need you to help her now.  I need you to apologize and show her that you
don't mind that she's a whore.  Can you do that?" Renee's smile had faded,
replaced with the penetrating gaze that was so incongruous on a child of
her age.  She nodded vigorously, causing a blob of semen on her chin to
stretch into an elastic droplet.  I caught it on my finger and pushed it
gently into her mouth.  She slurped it up, then I took her hand and led her
slowly back as I explained what I wanted her to do.

   Moira had pushed Karen down to lie on Renee's discarded beach towel. 
The girl and the young woman lay facing each other.  They were kissing
vigorously, their tongues entwined.  Karen's hands cupped Moira's ample
breasts and Moira was likewise tugging gently on Karen's budding nipples.
Karen gasped and groaned softly under the older girl's touch.  Her legs
twitched with each tweak at her chest.  Her heels raked across the towel,
making little hillocks in the soft sand.  Her gaping, raw vulva was oozing
into a growing stain on the nubbly fabric.  She was still crying, tears
tracking her mascara-streaked face.  "Karen!" Renee cried.

   Moira broke their kiss sat up.  At the sight of her little sister, Karen
broke into fresh sobs.  She rolled to the side and covered her face with
her hands.  "You hate me!" she wailed.  "'M sorry, sorry...I din' wanna be
a whore, din' mean to pee on you.  Sorry, I'm sorry," she blubbered
incoherently.

   Renee looked taken aback by the force of her sister's reaction.  She
dropped to her knees, distress plain on her face.  "Karen, I don't hate
you! I love you!  I'm not mad, you're my sister and I love you!" But Karen
just shook her head, pressed her hands over her eyes, and sobbed harder.

   It was time for me to get involved.  I knelt at Karen's head and rolled
her over onto her back, then gently pulled her hands away from her face,
holding her arms up over her head.  The child was nearly hysterical,
tossing her head from side to side as she wept.  I nodded to Renee who
moved around until she was kneeling between Karen's spread legs.  She bent
forward, reaching out with her short arms until her hands rested on Karen's
tiny pre-breasts.  Then she pinched the bigger girl's puffy cherry-sized
nipples, not hard, but enough to get her attention.  Karen opened her eyes
and tried to focus as Renee repeated herself.  "It's OK, Karen.  I love
you. I'm sorry I teased you.  I don't care that you're a whore, you're my
sister and I love you."

   Slowly the meaning of the words penetrated Karen's drugged brain.  She
shook her head to clear it and blinked tears out of her eyes.  Then they
widened in shock as she really looked at Renee's nude form kneeling between
her legs.  Renee looked at me for her cue.  I nodded.  The nine-year old
grabbed the latex cock strapped to her with one hand and waggled it.  "Do
you like it?" She said, just as we had rehearsed.  "Do you like my big
penis, whore?"

   Karen's mouth dropped open in shock, then she made a noise like "eep!"
as Renee fell forwards onto her, the two children's naked bellies meeting
with an audible slap.  Karen gasped as Renee's hips forced her own open and
she felt something stiff and cool rubbing against her burning clitty.  It
was the strap-on.  "Oh!  Gah...guh...oh!" she twitched and sighed as Renee
clumsily ground herself against her big sister.

   "I love you, Karen," Renee repeated, fitting her head into the hollow of
Karen's throat as she pressed herself full-length against her.  "I know
you're a whore, and I know you need to get fucked to be happy.  I want you
to be happy, Karen.  I want you to get fucked a whole lot so you'll be
happy." As Renee spoke I guided her hands under Karen's arms to grip her
shoulders from behind.  Then I reached down between Renee's legs.  Hot
juice from Karen's swollen, feverish babycunt smeared across my knuckles as
I got a grip on the rubber cock pressed between the girls.

   "Do you hear that, Karen?" I asked.  "Your sister loves you.  She wants
you to get fucked so you'll be happy.  She wants you to get
fucked...right...NOW!" As I spoke I bent the dildo to align it with Karen's
gaping hole, and then pressed my other hand against the base of Renee's
spine.  The little girl pulled with her hands, pressed down with her butt,
and the latex cock slid easily into her big sister's gaping cunt.

   "AIEEE!" Karen cried out in shock.  Her legs jerked up, her feet
bicycling in the air.  Her eyes filled with horror as she realized she was
being penetrated by her little sister.  "Nuh...nuh....noooOOOO!" she
moaned. She bucked wildly, but Renee held on tight.  She pumped her bubble
butt clumsily up and down, pressing hard so the vibe built in to its base
sent shocks of pleasure into her baby clit even as she ground against her
sister's.  Karen was screaming and crying wildly again, her brain rebelling
against the realization that she was having sex with her own sister.  She
had committed all manner of perverse acts with me, with Moira, with dozens
of strangers, but Renee had extracted her promise not to "bug" her for sex,
and for the most part she had kept it.  This was the ultimate betrayal - a
betrayal of her sister but also a betrayal by her own body which, no matter
how her mind filled with shame and fought against it, shivered and burned
with pleasure as the dildo slid deeply into her.  "Oh, God!  Oh, God! 
Stop, please, God, don't!  NOOOO!"

   But I was there, too, speaking into Renee's ear.  "Good girl, Renee. 
You're doing it just right.  Remember, Karen likes it when it hurts a
little.  You're hurting her just right when you fuck her."

   "Fuck the little whore!" Moira's voice chimed in from the other side. 
She looked raptly down at the two children locked in their incestuous
embrace.  She had shrugged out of her dress and sat naked.  Her hand was a
blur at her crotch, two fingers plunging in and out of her brown-furred
snatch.  "Fuck her harder, oh shit, fuck her!" she cried, mashing her thumb
against her clitoris.  The sounds of her fingers squishing in and out made
a counterpoint with the juice squelching out of Karen.

   And then I saw it.  I saw the moment when Karen broke.  Being assaulted
by her own little sister who insisted - as I had each time I had had my way
with the little girl - that it was done out of love, was the final straw.
The weeks and months of unrelenting sexual abuse had opened a bottomless
well of need in her, and finally she let herself sink into that well and
drown.  Her hips stopped bucking to throw her sister off and instead her
tanned legs fell open wide.  Her feet came up, their pale soles and the
pads of her delicate toes catching the orange firelight as she locked her
heels around Renee's waist.  I was looking right into the eleven-year-old's
eyes.  Her expression of horror and shame went blank, her eyes emptied of
fear and resistance, leaving nothing but dumb, animal pleasure.  Her
childish voice climbed to a screech as jagged heat boiled up from her
stuffed cunt and overwhelmed her.  "Noooo, noooo, nuhhhh, uh huhhh. 
haaahhh, aaahhh, ahhhh, my babycunt!  Fuck my babycunt!  Oh, God, fuck my
whore babycunt, fuck it, fuck me, fuck meeEEE, AH, AH, AH, AIEEE, EEEE!"
She threw her head back and screamed as an orgasm broke over her,
overwhelming her drugged brain and driving out all other thoughts, all
other emotions, leaving nothing but raw lust burning through her
preadolescent body.

   "EEEE!  EEEE!  EEEE!" the fifth-grader squealed as each spasm squeezed
her cunt tight around the rubber dildo and smashed her oversized clitoris
against its vibrator.  Juice squirted out of her, sliming her little
sister's stomach and thighs, coating her own crotch and ass and staining
the wrinkled beach towel they lay on.

   It was that moment when Karen's eyes went empty that did it.  I couldn't
take it any more.  I felt my own cum begin to boil in my balls.  I jerked
my shorts off and got to my knees, looming over Renee's pumping bubble
butt. I leaned down to stick my cock between the two children and coat it
with Karen's baby honey.  Their feverish skin writhing against my shaft
made me gasp and moan, and I had to grab myself and squeeze tight to keep
from blowing right then.  I seized Karen's thin ankles in my hands and
jerked her legs apart, then I pressed the head of my cock between Renee's
sweaty asscheeks.  It took me a second to find her clenching sphincter, but
then I dropped my weight onto her and pressed.  "Aaarrgh!" I grunted as my
cock pushed past the resistance of the nine-year-old's tight anal ring and
surged into her colon.

   "Uurgh!" Renee groaned from the unexpected penetration as I dropped my
weight onto her back.  She drew her legs up, froglike, to ease the pressure
of the intrusion.  That pushed Karen's further apart.  I put my palms on
the ground, spreading the fifth-grader's legs further still.  She squealed
again beneath my weight as the dildo bottomed out inside her childishly
shallow vagina.

   I leaned down so my face was next to the girls'.  I licked their cheeks
each in turn, tasting Renee's sunblock and sweat and Karen's tears.  "Oh,
God, Renee, I love your sweet, tight little ass," I husked.  "Let's fuck
your big sister now.  Let's fuck the whore hard!" And I began to thrust. 
Renee grunted each time my pubes mashed against her tender cheeks and my
cock surged into her rectum, the hot shaft scraping in and out against her
sphincter.  Karen trembled as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over
her. She fought for breath beneath the combined weight of me and her little
sister.  I grabbed her skinny ankles again and lifted them up to my
shoulders so that the slender eleven-year-old was bent almost double.  I
rubbed my hands over the children's' bare flesh, hardly sure which was
which as I plunged again and again into Renee and her hot, tight, squirming
ass wrenched my long-delayed cum out of me.

   "Uhh!  UHH!  OWWW!" I yelled as fingers closed around my scrotum and
pulled.  Moira had moved behind us and grabbed me.  The next thing I knew,
a cold, slippery finger was probing at my own anus.  "Hey!" I looked over
my shoulder, tossing sweat-soaked hair out of my eyes just in time to see
Moira looming over me wearing the other strap-on she had brought.  It was a
thick, black, knobbed and ridged monstrosity fully a foot long and a good
two inches in diameter.  I had a split-second to realize what was about to
happen, then she pushed up my shirt and pressed her warm breasts against my
back.  Cold rubber jabbed at my ass.  "Aaarrghhh!  IiieeeEEE!" I squealed
like a little girl as my former lover sodomized me with relish.

   Now all four of us were connected, with poor Karen bearing the weight of
two adults and her little sister and all of them pressing right on her
swollen clitoris and stuffed vagina.  Her toes nearly touched her ears as
her ankles were folded against my shoulders.  I could hear her fighting for
breath but I was beyond caring.  Moira had her arm around my neck for
leverage and was pumping viciously into my back passage.  I spread my legs,
shifting my weight from my knees to my pelvis, bearing down on Renee and
shoving my cock as deep as it would go into her nine-year-old ass.  My
penis burned inside and out as Moira hammered my prostate with the
oversized dildo.  "How'd'ya like it, you sumbitch?" she growled in my ear.
"How'd'ya like taking it up the ass?" One thrust, two, three, and I howled
as I boiled over.  My orgasm rushed up from my toes and blew off the top of
my head.  What felt like half a gallon of jizz burned the length of my
organ and overflowed Renee's ass.

   "Eeigh!" Renee squealed as squirt after squirt surged out of me.  Each
one felt like a cluster-bomb going off in my nuts, an explosion of mingled
pleasure and pain that barely faded before the next detonation.  My vision
filled with streaks of light then went grey and dim as I fell forward onto
the children.  I writhed against the excruciating fullness and burning as
Moira continued to fuck my ass with abandon.

   Renee's weak struggles brought me back to full awareness.  Her face was
pressed into Karen's chest, her ass filled to painful depth with my cock. I
felt a stab or concern and reminded myself that I was responsible for her
good time.  With a heave I pushed my ass back against Moira.  I almost
grayed out again from the pain as that forced the dildo deeper inside my
own rectum, but I managed to lift myself off the children and roll Moira
over onto her back.  Renee's reddened sphincter stretched out and away,
grabbing at my cock as it withdrew.  I lay panting atop Moira, my legs
spread wide around the black monster.  Moira's boobs were hot against my
back, her breath harsh in my ear.  She pumped her hips and I groaned as the
pressure against my prostate forced a few more painful drops out of my
wilting cock.  My head flopped back so I was cheek-to-cheek with Moira. 
She nuzzled my ear and ran her hands down my hairy chest.

   Karen groaned as Renee sat back on her heels.  Her chubby thighs and
butt cheeks were splashed with a froth of semen and less savory juices. 
The dildo made an audible slurp as it popped out between the older child's
bald vulva.  Renee stood shakily and took two bow-legged steps to stand at
my feet.  She had both hands pressed against her violated asshole, but her
eyes were fixed on my own backside.  She got painfully back down to her
knees and leaned forward.  I gasped as I felt gentle little fingers cupping
my nutsack and lifting it up out of the way.  "Wow," she said.  "Is that
what it looks like when you put your thingy in my butthole?"

   "Pretty much," I gasped.  "Hairier." Moira chuckled and pumped me again,
but then all three of us turned our heads in response to Karen's low moan.

   The child's legs were spread wide, feet twitching randomly on the
wrinkled beach towel.  She arched her back, pointing her stiff, swollen
nipples proudly at the night sky.  The firelight gleamed on her sweaty
skin. She had a hand pressed between her legs.  The shiny, raw tissues of
her wide-open cunny peeked between her fingers as she flicked at her
painfully swollen clitoris.  It was almost eggplant in color,
bruised-looking and pulsating.  "Ooooh, my babycunt," the fifth-grader
moaned as she masturbated.  "My whore babycunt.  It's sooo hot, please,
someone fuck my babycunt.  Pleeease..."

   I marveled at the child's stamina.  I was exhausted but she was
shamelessly begging for more, masturbating herself in the middle of a party
on a public beach.  She really had become a total whore, which made me feel
both proud and relieved.  Of course, at the moment she was also a
totally-coked-to-the-gills whore, which maybe explained her staying power.
Whatever, I intended to see that at least tonight she was satisfied.  I
rolled onto my side, groaning as I at last freed myself from the oversized
dildo.  My ass felt strange, throbbing painfully but at the same time cool
and empty until my sphincter began to close up.  I had never found being a
bottom particularly pleasant; only the bizarre eroticism of this situation
and the feel of Renee's own hot little ass squeezing my tool had carried me
through.  I reached out and took Renee's hand in mine.  "Renee, your sister
wants to keep whoring, but I'm too worn out.  Will you help her?"

   The third-grader looked from me to where her big sister lay writhing and
moaning next to us, her face showing no emotion.  "I don't want to fuck her
any more.  My butt hurts and my legs are tired."

   "That's OK, you don't have to.  I just want you to help her." I dug in
Moira's beach bag, coming up with the vial of cocaine and the dog leash
that had been attached to Karen's collar earlier in the evening.  I put the
vial around Renee's neck.  The thin gold chain gleamed against her tan
skin. She giggled when I hung the handle of the beach bag over her wobbling
strap-on.  "She's a little too confused to ask properly, so you can walk
her around and ask all the boys if they want to fuck a whore.  When they
say yes, you take their money and put it in the bag.  If Karen starts
getting sleepy you can let her have a sniff of the powder.  You put just a
little on your finger and put it under her nose.  Just a little, though,
and only one sniff at a time.  You can do that while Moira and I take a
nap, OK?"

   Renee thought it over.  "What if they don't have any money?"

   "Well, I think plenty of them will have money.  The ones that don't, I
don't think they should get to fuck her tonight.  This part is important:
Your sister's so whory right now, she'll do anything to get fucked.  But if
any of the boys are mean to her, you tell them to stop.  If they won't, you
say, 'I'm telling!  I'm telling you're fucking a little girl!' That should
scare them and make them stop.  I'm counting on you to protect Karen.  Can
you do that?" Renee nodded, her round face serious.  "Good girl.  Here we
go."

   I gave Renee one end of the leash, then clipped the other to the black
leather dog collar that was still Karen's only adornment.  I pulled on the
leash but Karen's head just flopped back limply.  I had to grab her under
her armpits and lift her to her feet.  She swayed and almost fell.  She put
one arm out for balance, shifting her bare feet on the uneven ground.  Her
other hand stayed between her legs, rubbing her slit and gently pinching
her slick, swollen clit.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open.  I
spoke softly into her ear.  "Are you ready for more sex, sweetie?  Do you
want to fuck more?"

   Her response came low and slow.  "I'm a whore.  My whore babycunt's
burning.  Someone, fuck my whore babycunt." I smiled.

   "Here, Renee, let's give her a little sniff to get her started." I
watched carefully while Renee's fingers fumbled with the vial but she was
able to unscrew it and put a tiny bit of the flake into her palm.  She held
it up to Karen's face and we both said "Sniff!" together.

   Karen obeyed unthinkingly, inhaling deeply then snuffling as the cocaine
burned in her nasal passages.  She shivered and her mouth twisted into a
grimace.  Her hands balled into fists and she pressed them against her
budding chest.  "F-f-fuck!" she stammered.  "F-f-fuck...m' babycunt!  Hot
babycunt!"

   "Great," I smiled at the children.  "Off you go.  I'll be right here." I
gave Renee a gentle push in the direction of one of the kegs where a bunch
of people stood around drinking.  She started off, then had to stop and tug
gently on the leash to get Karen moving.  The older girl trudged after her,
eyes on the ground.  Moira was already asleep, snoring gently on her back.
The black strap-on waved gently back and forth.  I pillowed my head on her
breasts and let my eyes drift closed.

   * * *

   Karen was floating.  She was floating somewhere far above the bonfire,
looking down on the beach.  It was funny, because it was like she was in
two places at once.  She was floating, but at the same time she was on the
beach.  Even though she was far away, she could feel everything.  The white
powder she had been sniffing made her skin super-sensitive.  Since she had
been on vacation she had gotten almost used to being undressed outside, but
tonight her whole body tingled, like the fear and excitement she had felt
the very first time she'd gone naked, running through the parking lot in
the pouring rain wearing only her camisole, or her Hallowe'en night clad in
nothing but the bodypaint she had earned by whoring herself to Mister Nate.
Every breath of air, every brush of her skin against the sand, every touch
of hands or lips or cock against face or belly or nipples, toes or knees or
butt, asshole or vulva or throbbing, burning clitty, lit up her nerve
endings like neon.  She quivered inside with the intensity of the
sensations.  And yet she was way up above watching herself tremble and
gasp. It was weird, but she didn't think too hard about it.

   ...Karen lay on her stomach on a picnic table, arms spread akimbo, knees
bent, feet waving languidly in the air.  The worn wood was smooth and warm
against her naked belly.  One nipple poked into the crack between two
planks.  She writhed, humming in pleasure as the wood gently pinched the
puffy little nubbin.  As she moved her torso from side to side the nipple
popped out of the shallow channel.  She gasped as it dragged across the
wood grain and her other nipple settled into a different crack.  Her head
was turned to the side, pillowed on her sticky, tangled blonde hair.  Her
eyes were closed.  Her mouth was open, drooling saliva thickened with the
residue of several swallowed ejaculations.  It gummed her hair to her
cheek.

   Her ass burned as the man sodomizing her grunted and thrusted, making
her butt cheeks jiggle and bounce.  He pumped faster and deeper until Karen
moaned from the vibration and pressure transmitted to her tender button
smooshed against the tabletop.  "Ah!" she sighed explosively as strong
hands gripped her thighs and spread her legs farther apart and she felt a
sudden flow of liquid warmth filling her colon, quickly merging with the
sloppy mixture of gooey sperm already oozing out around the penis
stretching her sphincter.  She sighed again as she felt the man pull away.
She tensed, gripping the softening head with her butt muscles the way she
knew men liked.

   Karen took several deep breaths.  Cum bubbled between her lips as she
exhaled.  Then she felt a different set of hands stroking her legs and
hips. They traced the slight curves of a figure just beginning to blossom,
then placed fingers on her hipbones and lifted.  She raised up half on her
knees, thin feet still waving in the air.  A hand pressed between her
cheeks then slid forward and down until it rubbed against her sloppy,
spermy bald slit.  Her whole body jerked as two fingers found her clit and
tugged gently at the swollen wrinkle of flesh.  Then the familiar blunt
heat of a cock pressed between her labia.  She moaned in disappointment as
whoever it was missed their aim and the shaft slid up, popping over her
perineum.  He tried again and this time it slid home.  Karen pressed one
clenched fist against her open mouth as the man started fucking her with
slow, long, even strokes.  Her breath came faster, rasping in her throat as
she felt the heat building in her grasping, stretched preteen cunny.  Her
button twitched as her labia swelled against it.  Then, almost too soon a
harsh male voice groaned and hot, thick spurts filled her insides.  It was
just enough to trigger another series of orgasmic spasms.  She yelped,
scraping her knees on the edge of the picnic table as her body convulsed
more and more strongly.  Brilliant red stars exploded inside her closed
eyelids, then inside her head, then all around her...

   Karen was hot, and warm, and burning at the same time.  Her skin was
hot. Sweat oiled every bit of her naked preteen body.  She was hot on one
side from the leaping flames of the bonfire, hot all over from the muggy
breeze caressing her sticky skin.  Her babycunt was burning.  She felt
scraped and raw inside.  Grains of sand itched as they were fucked up into
her, then washed out by the steady ooze of semen and her own secretions. 
Her button was burning.  Even the slightest breath of air made it swell and
ache with pleasure.  When it was actually touched by fingers or a penis or
pressed into the ground or against a table, a jagged spike of pleasure
drove the little girl's breath from her lungs.

   But while the heat smothered her, and the burning threatened to consume
her, the warmth sustained her.  The warmth was knowing that Renee loved
her. She followed the younger girl blindly, knowing that her little sister
would take care of her.  She let herself be led by the leash, stood by as
Renee offered her to an endless parade of men, smiled as Renee collected
her money.  She was grateful, ever so grateful that her sister forgave her
and loved her so much.

   ...Karen straddled a fat man wearing a grimy sleeveless tshirt.  He had
black tufts of hair under his arms and curling on his chest.  His shorts
were around his ankles and his cock sprouted from a thick nest of black
pubic hair.  Karen curled her fingers around it, jacking slightly as she
held it against the length of her bald slit.  She sighed as she rubbed the
pointy head against her clitty, then pushed it down and let her knees slide
open.  "Yesss, my babycunt," she sighed as the familiar fullness pressed
into her.  She began hunching her ass up and down.  She clenched her cunt
hard as she raised up until only the head remained poking into her, then
relaxed and dropped, feeling her insides shift as the hot, stiff flesh
filled her.  "Ooooh....ahh!" she sighed.  She leaned forward and put her
hands on the man's chest for balance.  Her tangled hair hung down, blocking
her vision of the man's piggy little face.  He had hungry eyes.  She didn't
like them so she tried not to look.  He had his fingers laced behind his
head.  Karen wished he would play with her aching nips, but she couldn't
seem to get the words to come out right to ask.

   Then she felt the leash tugging at her collar.  She looked over her
shoulder to see Renee taking to another boy.  Her little sister's cock
bobbled as she took some money from him and put it in her bag.  In doing so
she had accidentally tugged a bit too hard on the leash.  Karen let her
eyes drift closed and dropped down once more on the fat man's penis,
concentrating on the way the skin felt as it slid through all the jizz
already filling her.  Her cunny squelched obscenely with each thrust and
cum oozed out all around the shaft.  Her belly was smeared with it, her
thighs thickly coated with globs and oozing trails.  Sand unevenly crusted
her knees and shins and labia and ass, glued there by drying spunk.

   Karen started as she felt another pair of hands rub her back.  They felt
good stroking over her shoulder blades.  Those muscles were getting a
little sore, just like her thighs which ached and burned from being spread
so wide for so long.  Then the hands pushed her forward.  Her arms
collapsed and she lay over the fat man's stomach.  The tangle of chest hair
at the neckline of his shirt tickled her nose.  She pressed herself back,
impaling herself deeply on his penis.  Then she felt the hands spreading
her butt cheeks, air cool on her cum-soaked sphincter.  "Uuuurgh!" she
groaned as she felt a second cock bump against her anus, then push.  She
pushed back, relaxing the muscle and the head popped right in.  "Ah!  Ah!
Ah!" Karen sighed as she clenched and relaxed her butt, feeling the tight
ring rub against the intruder.  Then the man surged forward, burying his
cock to the hilt in her ass in a single stroke.

   Karen had been setting the pace but now she was helpless to control the
depth or speed of her double penetration.  Both men pistoned hard into her,
trying to find a matching rhythm.  Karen's mouth opened in a soundless "O"
as she felt the two flesh poles rubbing together inside her.  She had been
fucked individually in the pussy or ass countless times, had even been
gangbanged while a vibrator hummed in her rectum, but two hot, living
shafts was a new experience for the fifth-grader.  The pain in her ass
twinned with the pleasure in her cunny, each surging in turn, each tool
squeezing her stiff, blood-flushed clitty against the fat man's hairy
crotch.  The little bud burned hotter and hotter. 
"Oh...ohhhhh...ohhhh...OHHH...AH...AH...AIEE!" Karen screamed as pleasure
burst from her burning clitoris and rocketed around her slender body.  Her
arms and legs flew out, twitching and thumping against the sand.  She lost
control of her bladder.  The man's grunt of surprise as hot urine poured
out on his thighs was the last thing she heard...

   The whore was back.  Karen watched from above as the whore used her
body, panting and grunting and groaning in her desperate quest for
ever-more sexual pleasure.  Karen let her.  It wasn't like before when the
whore shoved her out of the way, hiding the little girl, keeping at bay the
fear and pain of being raped and coerced into every kind of perverse sex.
No, now they were working together.  The little girl had learned to enjoy
the delicious explosion of orgasm, and more, to crave it.  She wanted it
but she had to remain the demure little girl, the one who always behaved in
school, the one who always had her homework done, the one who never said
bad words or was mean to anyone, the one who went to church and prayed to
God.  The one whom Mommy and Daddy loved.

   That little girl couldn't get caught playing with her little cunny,
shoving her fingers deep inside herself at night under the covers, biting
her pillow to muffle her moans.  She couldn't even masturbate, never mind
fucking boys and men until cum oozed from between her raw, swollen labia.
But the whore could.  The whore did.  The whore loved fucking, loved the
feeling of a hot cock jumping in her hand as it squirted gooey sperm into
her mouth.  The whore didn't have to care about what anyone thought.  So
now they were together.  The little girl would keep anyone from discovering
the eleven-year-old whore with the damp panties and the hot babycunt, and
in return the whore would give the little girl the orgasms she craved so
badly.  And when the hot wind of orgasm blew so hard that the little girl
blew away entirely, the whore stayed in Karen's body, because she was
tough. She could take it.  She would take it and beg for more.

   ...Karen leaned back against the boy, enjoying the feeling of his
lightly muscled chest and stomach against her sweaty back.  It was the same
boy who had gazed at her cunny with such wonder when she was bound to the
bench at the party, the same one she had glimpsed having his hairless
wiener sucked by the old man who had brought him, as her uncle had carried
her down to the beach.  He was kneeling upright, and Karen was sitting on
her heels and leaning back against him.  She wiggled her toes, feeling
sticky goo and wet clumps of sand between them.  The boy held her with one
arm around her chest and she twitched and shivered as his fingers gently
twisted her nipples.  His other hand was between her legs, rubbing
inexpertly and vigorously at her raw slit and erect clitoris.  Karen
blushed at the sloppy, squishing sound it made.  A froth of cum and her
preadolescent sex juices oozed around his fingers.  She was hot.  The heat
came off the bodies of the men who crowded around them.  She could almost
see steam rising from them into the close, humid air.  Whichever way Karen
looked she saw stiff cocks pointing at her.

   Karen grunted softly and wiggled her butt between the boy's spread
thighs.  He'd been reluctant when she'd told him he could put his skinny,
hairless penis into her behind.  He hadn't wanted to hurt her.  It did
hurt, just a little, but it was the good kind of hurt, the stretching and
the warmth of living flesh stuffing her full, the pain that triggered
pleasure.  She'd wanted to explain, but she couldn't get the words out. 
Instead she just smiled jerkily and sighed.

   The boy was a year or two older than Karen, and she wondered that he
seemed completely at home to be kneeling in the center of a circle of
naked, aroused grownups.  He wasn't a whore.  Or maybe he was and he just
didn't realize it.  He hung around with his "friend", the old man who
brought him to Moira's, when his parents weren't around.  His friend taught
him to like having his wiener sucked.  Taught him other things, too, and
took him around to meet other grownup men who liked boys.  That's why he'd
been reluctant at first to penetrate Karen, because in his experience it
hurt.  And to hear him tell it, he didn't get much more than a couple of
beers, maybe taken to a movie for his trouble.

   That didn't sound quite right to Karen, that all the boy got for an
assfucking was a movie ticket.  But he had caught the rhythm of pumping her
and his fingers tugging at her clitty felt so good, so hot, that she just
stretched and purred and relaxed against him.  Her leash hung loose, the
smooth links of chain brushing back and forth across her bare belly as she
undulated.

   Renee was sitting in a camp chair nearby.  Her legs were too short to
quite reach the ground and she swung them back and forth, kicking up little
puffs of sand with her toes.  She had one hand on the rubber cock she wore,
wiggling it up and down.  It was shiny with juice and Karen blushed as she
realized it was her juice, out of her babycunt.  Her mind spun: her own
little sister had fucked her.  There was supposed to be something wrong
about that, she thought distantly, but she couldn't pin it down.  All she
remembered was Renee's warm belly rubbing against hers, the delicious
rising heat as the fake penis slid into her, the way her heart swelled as
she realized Renee didn't hate her, and how that outpouring of love merged
with one of the strongest orgasms she had ever had.

   There were two men standing on either side of the third-grader.  Both
their penises were sticking out; one had taken his shorts entirely off. 
Renee jacked at the two hairy adult cocks in turn, switching her free hand
back and forth.  As she leaned forward to flick her tongue across one
dripping glans she caught Karen's eye and smiled at her.

   Karen tried to smile back but at that moment a penis loomed close in
front of her.  She cast her eyes upwards and smiled at its owner instead. A
hand came down heavy on the top of her head and the cock pressed between
her lips.  She opened willingly but it slid in too far, too fast.  She made
a soft choking sound and pulled back as the head hit her soft palate,
wrapping her hand around the shaft to better control the depth of
penetration.  She hummed in the back of her throat as she slipped her
tongue over the pee-hole, slurping up the precum.  She pulled back until
the leaking tool just rested on her lower lip.  "Mmmmm, it's a nice one!"
she exclaimed as she had been taught, then swallowed it back into her mouth
and began pumping.

   Karen inhaled sharply as the boy's hand pressed hard on her clitty,
pinching it.  She looked over to see that he, too, was sucking some adult's
cock, but he didn't seem to be enjoying it.  Strong hands held the back of
his head, forcing the cock too deep into his throat.  He gagged and tears
leaked from the corners of his eyes.  Karen reached over and wrapped her
free hand around the base of the cock and pulled.  "Ow!" the man cried as
the boy's teeth scraped across the cock as it popped out of its mouth. 
Karen looked up and before the man could get angry she spit out the cock in
her mouth already and stuffed the other one in.  But the first man wasn't
about to give up his place.  He crowded in, his hairy thighs pushed against
his neighbor's, and before Karen knew it her lips were stretched wide
around two penises side-by-side.  She gagged a bit and coughed out drool as
she fought to keep both the cocks at a manageable depth.  After a few
seconds she realized she was comparing the different feel, size, and even
smell of the two organs as they pistoned awkwardly in and out.

   But not for long.  One of them began to twitch and pulse in her mouth
and with only that warning a bolus of gooey sperm hit into the back of her
throat.  She couldn't swallow with her mouth stretched so wide, but the man
pulled out.  Fisting his jerking organ he sprayed hot sperm first across
Karen's face, then turned to shoot at the boy as well.  He whipped back and
forth, painting pearly trails across the two children's foreheads, hair,
and cheeks.

   Then the second man's orgasm hit and he, too, pulled out, depositing
most of his load on Karen's cheeks and chin.  Before he was finished she
felt something warm and wet in her ear.  She turned her head in surprise
and caught a glob of sperm from yet a third masturbator right in her eye.
It stung.

   Through her good eye all she saw was a forest of hairy thighs and cocks
poking at her.  She and the boy were surrounded by men, all trying to be
the next to fill her mouth.  Someone sneered, "Look at the dirty whore!"
She opened her mouth to snap back, "I'm not dirty!" but before she could
speak her face was stuffed again with hot man-flesh.  She groaned as the
boy pushed his hips forward, pressing his penis deeper into her ass.  Spunk
seemed to rain down on them from all directions, plopping into her hair,
coating her face, streaking down her shoulders, arms, and chest.  It even
dripped down onto her sloppy bald quim as the boy rubbed harder and harder.
Her clitty seemed to swell beneath his hand, swell and burst and then she
was screaming around a mouthful of cock, screaming and gargling sperm as
her body spasmed again and again...

   Karen didn't know how long she had been cumming, but the orgasmic surges
never really stopped.  They lessened, but the burning, pulsing pleasure
never completely faded from her overstimulated clitoris.  Over and over
again the heat roared up from her center and shot through her from head to
toe.  It was like a huge wave that crashed down on her as she floated,
smashing her down into her body, crushing the breath out of her with the
sheer overload of stimulation.  Her vision went black each time, and then
when she opened her eyes she was in a different position, a different
place, with different cocks pushing into her mouth, her asshole, or her
raw, burning babycunt.  The only constants were the leash swinging as her
body jerked and writhed and at the other end of it, Renee watching over
her, taking care of her.

   Her entire body was on fire.  Hands might be touching her on her
nipples, her shoulders, her back, her legs, her feet.  A cock might be
filling her mouth or her babycunt or her ass, but she felt every bit of it
everywhere.  If she closed her eyes, she had no idea where skin actually
touched her skin.  It felt like...like...in Sunday School when they taught
her that nothing was better than being touched by God.  God was touching
her.  He was holding her in His hands and rubbing them together as the heat
grew, and grew, and grew, and then He squeezed and another orgasm filled
her with liquid fire and He squeezed harder and her soul squirted out of
her like a watermelon seed and flew around the sky.  And then it fell back
into her and she opened her eyes and it started all over again.  "Thank
you, God," Karen said...

   ...she was on her back on the sand being fucked hard by a skinny
redhead...

   ...her head was pillowed in another girl's hairy crotch, her mouth
filled with the pungent flavor of adult female arousal...

   ...she inhaled the scent of sweaty male crotch as a wilting penis
slurped out of her mouth.  She parted her lips and pushed her tongue
forward, showing the man a solid line of white goo oozing over her puffy
lower lip and down her chin...

   ...fingers stretched her asshole as she knelt between a very sunburnt
man's thighs.  His hand was clamped on the back of her neck as she sucked
hard on his cock.  She choked and cum dribbled out her nose...

   ...she lay curled up in a girl's lap.  Her eyes were closed as she
suckled at one ample breast and fondled the other.  Then she jumped and
squealed as the girl brought her hand down, SMACK!  on her bare pussy. 
Karen struggled but the girl clamped one arm around her chest, holding her
tight.  "Nasty little whore!" she said as her hand came away dripping goo
from Karen's mound.  She spanked Karen again and again squarely on her
distended clitoris until the stinging ecstacy tore a scream from the
child's throat...

   ...a black man stood with her impaled on his cock.  She wrapped
trembling arms around his neck and writhed, clamping her legs around him
and yelping as he penetrated her too deeply.  Another man pressed against
her back and she squealed as another cock forced itself deep into her
butt...

   ...she was spread-eagled on a picnic table.  She was surrounded by men
pulling on their penises.  She had one in each hand.  They were squirting
all over her - every few seconds she felt hot mucus hitting some part of
her body.  Another penis bobbed in front of her mouth, but it wasn't a real
one, it was...it was Renee, sitting on Karen's chest with her knees framing
Karen's head.  Karen saw the love in her eyes as she giggled, "Suck my
penis for all these nice men.  Suck it, Karen!"

   ..."Thank you, God," she said, as consciousness slipped away, "thank you
for making me a whore."

   * * *

   Someone was shaking my shoulder.  I opened my eyes blearily.  It was
Renee.  Adrenaline jolted through my body as I realized her face was
tear-tracked and twisted in fear.  "Wake up," she cried, "Oh, please wake
up!  They're peeing on Karen!" I was on my feet, stumbling over Moira's
prone body and drawing a groan from her.  I followed Renee's pointing
finger, only after four steps realizing that I was naked except for my
unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.  I didn't stop.

   Karen was on her back, draped over a segment of concrete pipe.  Her legs
and arms dangled limply.  Her head hung backwards and her ribcage pressed
out against her narrow chest.  Three young men wearing Greek-letter
ballcaps were urinating on her face.  The eleven-year-old choked and
sputtered as the hot, pungent liquid splashed up her nose, into her mouth,
and ran into her long, tangled blonde hair.

   One of the frat rats saw me approaching and half-turned to face me,
holding his limp penis in his hand.  I shuffle-stepped to the right
distance and then threw what was probably the most perfect front kick
executed in the whole state over the holiday season.  The breath huffed out
of him as I connected solidly with his testicles.  I let the kick carry me
another step closer and as he pitched forward I grabbed his ears with both
hands and pulled his head sharply down.  His face met my knee coming the
other way with a satisfying crunch and he dropped bonelessly to the ground,
blood spurting from his fractured nose.

   But that did for the element of surprise and I was almost immediately in
trouble.  I was trained but his two friends were bigger, heavier, and
younger than me and I quickly realized that they were drunk enough to be
somewhat inured to pain but not drunk enough to be slowed down much.  Right
away I was on defense, pulling my arms in close to my head and blocking
their clumsy but powerful punches.  My heel hit a rock and I half-stumbled,
just enough for one of them to ring my chimes good.  He probably broke a
knuckle on my forehead but that was small consolation as I stepped back,
trying to keep them from closing with me until my vision cleared.  I caught
a glimpse of Renee standing off to one side, her face white with terror and
both hands pressed against her mouth.

   There was a pale streak in the corner of my eye.  It was Moira.  Naked
and howling she leaped over the concrete pipe and Karen's naked form,
throwing a lightning-fast roundhouse kick that collapsed a knee.  She
followed her victim down to the ground, landing with the full weight of her
knees on his chest.  She jumped to her feet and proceeded to kick him
senseless.  He covered his head and she hit his ribs and stomach.  He
rolled over and she stomped his kidneys.  The writhed onto his back and she
connected solidly with his balls.

   The whirlwind of naked female black belt distracted the third punk for a
fatal second.  I slapped at a wild roundhouse and as the added momentum
turned him past me I stepped forward and to the side, putting all of my
momentum and power into a ridge hand strike to his ribs.  I had done this
countless times in sparring sessions but never to someone not wearing pads.
My saibonim had told me it took less than 12 pounds of pressure to snap a
rib cleanly.  It turned out to be true.  I pivoted on my front foot and
drove my fist twice into his kidney.  He toppled and curled onto his side,
moaning.

   And that was it.  Well, that was it except that Moira had her hand on
the second guy's throat and was slapping him, backhand and forehand.  His
face was a bloody mess.  She grunted with each strike.  "I invite you to
come to MY house...ugh!...drink MY beer...ugh!...smoke MY pot...ugh!...fuck
MY whore...ugh!...and this?!  Motherfucker!" she hissed.  "Motherfucker!"
She stood up in one smooth motion and planted her feet wide on either side
of his head.  I knew what was coming.  Sure enough, she squatted and a
stream of hot urine splashed on the beaten boy's ruined face.  He sputtered
and choked.  When the last drops dribbled out from between her tattooed
labia, she reached down and snatched his ballcap off his head.  She wiped
herself and dropped it on his chest.

   I was gasping for breath.  Through the blood pounding in my ears I heard
Renee crying.  I swooped down and gathered her in a hug.  Her strap-on
penis dug into my sternum as I held her tightly in the flickering
firelight. "I tried to stop them," she sniveled, "I said I was telling, but
they, they pushed me, and, and..."

   "Shhhh, shhhh, sweetie, it's alright.  You did your best.  It's OK now,
don't cry." Then I felt another set of arms go wrap around us and realized
with surprise that Moira had knelt too and was pressing her naked body
against Renee's back.  Renee looked at her and instead of fear or distrust,
I saw a new expression: hero-worship.

   When my breathing slowed to something near normal, I stood up.  I wasn't
sore yet, but I could tell already I'd be feeling this in the morning. 
Moira stood with me and together we lifted the older girl gently off the
concrete pipe and set her on her feet.  Her knees buckled once, but then
she stood, shakily but unassisted.

   Karen was drenched in semen and urine.  She had so much jizz in her hair
that it was like she was Scotchgarded.  Rather than soaking in, the piss
dripped off the ends of the lumpy cum-matted dreadlocks that had formed. 
In the dimming firelight, the liquid had darkened her beautiful honey
blonde mane to a dull brown.  Clumps stuck up unevenly in back where she'd
been lying on it.  The long, uneven dreads clung to her neck, back,
shoulders, and chest, coming loose and swinging back to stick again as she
shivered, splashing little runnels of stinking, acidic yellow that made wet
trails over her tanned, sperm-spattered preteen body.

   Her face looked like she'd been bobbing for donuts in the glazing bowl.
Her eyelashes were matted.  Clumps of goo had dried in her eyebrows. 
Ejaculate and pee ran freely down her forehead into her red-rimmed eyes. 
Blobs of cum oozed down her face, filled her ears, hung from the end of her
small upturned nose.  Her chin was thickly coated with what from slight
differences in texture and color were obviously multiple different loads.
Both nostrils were clotted, and as her breath rasped in her throat bubbles
formed and popped between her teeth.  She licked at her lips repeatedly,
coating her long tongue with still more jizz, mixing it with saliva that
ran from the corners of her mouth, hung from her chin and ran down her
neck. She hawked and tried to spit but only succeeded in drooling diluted
spunk over her swollen lower lip.

   Her body had pearly splotches and streaks all over, and her skin was
also mottled with patches of damp grit where sand adhered to the gooey
protein.  Her bruised, swollen nipples were coated, and a long string of
jizz swung from the right one.

   Both her vagina and her rectum were full to overflowing.  The crack of
her ass was completely clogged with the silvery-white fluid, from the
dimples at the base of her spine down to where her cheeks curved under the
thighs which were just beginning to lose their preadolescent skinniness. 
Beneath its sheen of cum the inside of her left asscheek bore a splotchy,
red-brown stain of drying blood.  Her bare, prominent mound, like her chin,
was thickly and multiply coated, and her gaping bald slit was also awash.
Just the tip of her grotesquely swollen clitoris peeked out from the thick,
milky reservoir.  The stench rising off the tall, thin eleven-year-old was
nearly eye-watering in intensity: sweat, the odor of her aroused preteen
cunt, the thick, sharp smell of semen and the pungent reek of alcoholic
urine.  I breathed through my mouth.

   Moira went back to get our clothes and Renee's towel.  I took one of
Karen's hands and Renee took the other, and we slowly started walking
towards the dunes and Moira's car.  Renee carried the beach bag in her free
hand.  It bulged with cash.  With each shaky step Karen took, slimy globs
oozed from her vagina and her ass and slid sluggishly down her thighs. 
Some reached her ankles before drying.  Even her thin, pretty toes were
webbed with strands of cum.  She seemed barely awake, walking slowly with
her eyes nearly closed and her head drooping.  Every few steps we had to
pause as she was wracked with tremors from head to toe.  Her knees gave way
and she moaned as a fresh stream of clear juice dripped down her thighs. 
She was still cumming.

   Karen's orgasmic trembling had gentled but still not completely stilled
by the time we reached the car.  Moira refused to let her in the passenger
compartment, and I had to agree she was right.  Looking like she did there
was no way we could risk her being seen by anyone.  Touching Karen as
little as possible I picked her up and gently tumbled her into the trunk.
We closed the lid, dressed, and got in the car to head back to Moira's
apartment.  Karen was going to need a long shower before bed.

   EPILOG - two months later

   Karen sat on the large sectional couch that dominated the family room of
her house.  She kept her expression politely alert even though she didn't
much care what the grownups were talking about.  She mostly cared about the
feeling of sperm draining slowly out of her cunny.  Her panties were
getting soaked and her face heated as she worried about getting a stain on
her Sunday dress.  She shouldn't have done it, she knew she shouldn't have.
She shouldn't have let the whore come out to play in church, and for sure
she shouldn't have let Thomas fuck her without one of those condom thingys.
But he was seventeen and very cute, and she hadn't had anything but fingers
in her babycunt for almost a week.  And he had twenty dollars.  So she had
walked out of her Sunday school class to use the bathroom but instead she
had let Thomas lead her around the back of the sanctuary to an unused
office and the fifth-grader had taken off her panties and squatted over his
lap as he sat in one of those rolling office chairs.  He had a nice cock,
thick but not too long just the way she liked them.  He had squirted much
too soon, but then she sat on the edge of the desk and insisted that he
lick her until she got her own orgasm.

   Now she had to sit and listen to Mommy and Daddy make boring grownup
talk with the new pastor who was visiting their house.  She didn't follow
much of the conversation, but she certainly followed the way the fat man's
watery eyes kept wandering to the neckline of her dress.  He was old and
gross but she teased him anyway, just a little, idly tracing her fingers
along the edge of the thin fabric, letting them dip down to almost touch
the top of her growing bosom.  Her uncle said they were nearly titties now.

   But enough was enough.  "Mommy?" she spoke up.  "May Renee and I go to
the park, please?"

   "Thank you for asking so politely," Mommy smiled at her.  "Yes, you may.
Change your clothes first."

   She raced her little sister up the stairs and they bolted into their
respective bedrooms, emerging moments later in their playclothes.  For
Karen it was a dark blue tank top and a matching skirt with sneakers and
ankle socks.  For Renee it was a "They Might Be Giants" tshirt and a pair
of loose skorts and sandals.  There was just a hint of a suspicious bulge
down the inside of the third-grader's stocky leg, and Karen felt herself
blushing with anticipated pleasure.  The two girls walked sedately
downstairs and left the house hand-in-hand.  Jenny and Rob looked fondly
after their children.  They seemed to be getting along so well lately.

   Once out of the house they broke into a run, still holding hands,
heading for the woods at the back of the park three blocks over.  As they
ran they sang quietly so no one heard but them.  "Karen is a who-ore, a
whory, whory, who-ore, Karen is a who-ore..."
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