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Subject: {ASSM} Hallowe'en REPOST: Karen's Hallowe'en (Mg, m+g, teen, ped, mast, oral, anal, mast, gangbang, prost, humil, reluc, cons, forced-exhib, body-mod, piercing, alcohol, psychobabble) by Rufus Fugit
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I noticed some Hallowe'en reposts popping up in the ASSM feed, so
I'm contributing my own. What follows was originally posted as
Jenny's Couch, parts 9 and 10. The first 8 parts and the
following 15, plus another 14 chapters (so far!) following the
same characters through another story arc, are all available at
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/rufusfugit.

Enjoy, rf

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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, that's your
problem.

This is my story. It is made available under a Creative Commons
Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported
license. You may copy, distribute, or transmit this work so long
as authorship is properly credited and these introductory
paragraphs are included, and you adhere to the terms set forth at
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/.

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.

Karen's Hallowe'en (Mg, m+g, teen, ped, mast, oral, anal, mast,
gangbang, prost, humil, reluc, cons, forced-exhib, body-mod,
piercing, alcohol, psychobabble) by Rufus Fugit

Renee was a pirate. This was the year of Harry Potter but the
ever-independent third-grader was having none of that. Hermione
was "stuck up" and Ginny was "whiny", and the boys were, well,
boys. Ick. No, she wanted to be a pirate, and not just any pirate
- Captain Jack Sparrow! (I hadn't asked why it was OK to be a boy
pirate but not a boy magician.) But Captain Jack it was. Her hair
was braided and pinned up beneath a black fright wig that had
been trimmed and twisted into greasy dreads, and the trimmings
were spirit-gummed under her nose and along her jawline as a
scraggly beard and mustache. She was wearing a cardboard tricorn
hat with a crude skull-and-crossbones, a disco-era white shirt
we'd found in a thrift store with big cuffs and puffy,
bloused-out sleeves and perhaps the ugliest brocade vest in
Christendom, another thrift-store find. We'd taken a pair of
cheap black sweatpants that were about her size and cut off the
elastic at the cuffs so  they flapped loosely around her ankles.
My black leather belt wrapped twice around her little waist and
in it were stuck a plastic sword and two plastic flintlock
pistols. At least I think they were supposed to be flintlocks,
but whoever designed their mold had had little idea what the
actual weapons should look like. Not that I cared that much.
Black pirate boots were hard to come by in nine-year-old sizes,
so we'd settled for coolie slippers and black socks. All in all,
it was a pretty nice ensemble.

The girls were in my truck with me, on the two-hour drive out of
the city to my neighborhood. This was a little present from me to
everyone in Jenny's family. Her continuing ed course was
complete, as was my onsite job in town, so my month of sleeping
on their couch - and fucking eleven-year-old Karen daily - was
over. Rob's work schedule had also eased up considerably. So my
gift was to offer Jenny and Rob a weekend to themselves, to take
the girls to my house for trick-or-treating and a weekend
sleepover. As for the girls, the present was that my neighborhood
was renowned for its trick-or-treating. Where some subdivisions
competed for the brightness and bad taste of their Christmas
light displays, ours went for the scariness and silliness of
Halloween decorations - plus, the neighborhood association put on
a great fireworks display after the kids had made their rounds.
Someone had thought that up as a way to keep the older kids from
indulging in  post-trick-or-treat vandalism as recreation. It
mostly worked, but it helped also that we were a semi-rural area
with the houses mostly set back on lots of an acre or more. It
was too much walking for your average teenager just to break
stuff.

Karen was a cat, but her initial position had been that at eleven
and a half she was just too cool to go trick-or-treating -
especially with her little sister - and so she hadn't put much
thought into a costume. Then when she found out she was coming
with me she panicked - the neighborhood was famous for the effort
kids put into their costumes just as much as the adults put into
their houses because at the fireworks, the neighborhood
association gave out prizes for the best outfits. Some of the
adults were designated secret judges each year. They chose from
the kids that came to their houses, then compared notes during
the fireworks and made the awards afterwards. Karen had more than
a bit of the social climber in her and in fifth grade that meant,
among other things, bragging rights from a Best Costume prize.
And she knew that a black leotard, greasepaint nose and whiskers,
and a kitty-ear headband wouldn't cut it in this crowd.

So when I told the kids the plan for the weekend, while Renee was
jumping up and down for joy Karen immediately started into
whining about how her costume was lame, and she didn't want to go
because the other kids would laugh at her. We were nearly to my
house and she still hadn't let up, and I had had it. "God DAMN,
give it up!" I finally shouted. "You want a better costume? Fine!
I can get you a better costume. Is that what you want?" I glanced
from the road to look down at her face. She looked startled and a
little fearful at my outburst. I rarely yelled at the children
but when I did unpleasant things often followed. Her blue eyes
widened but she nodded and quietly said, "Yes, sir."

"Okay, then," I answered more quietly. "But it won't be free.
You'll have to earn it. You know what I mean?" To make it
absolutely clear I reached down to cup her crotch, squeezing to
feel the firm, fleshy lips beneath the thin leotard. I could feel
the heat of her through the stretched fabric. Karen grimaced at
my touch, but she raised and opened her thighs slightly on the
bench seat. I rubbed the fabric against her delicate sex and
within a few seconds the fifth-grader was humping up against my
hand, giving herself to the arousal she had come to crave so
desperately. She leaned her head against the seat back. The late
afternoon sun slanting through the windshield showed a fine sheen
of sweat popping out on her high forehead. As I continued to
masturbate her through her clothing her eyelids drifted
half-closed, her wide, red lips parted and a pink flush rose on
her cheekbones. The truck cab was well-insulated and I could hear
the child panting raggedly  over the quiet hum of the engine. My
fingers dampened as her preteen cunt began to weep inside the
snug leotard.

Renee had ignored Karen's whining at first, as she had been
ignoring it for most of the day, but my shouting had caught her
attention, and now she was looking with interest at my hand busy
in her big sister's crotch. Over the past month she had learned
well her part in this game. As Karen began to roll her head from
side to side on the seat back, Renee leaned forward to speak to
me across her sister. "She's acting like a whore again, isn't
she?"

Karen responded with a soft, drawn-out moan, and her hips began
to wriggle more energetically against the seatbelt. A fresh surge
of juvenile cunt cream squished up through her panties and wet my
fingertips. Glancing down, I could see the beginnings of a darker
stain against the black fabric. I chuckled. "She sure is, Renee.
She can't help herself, can you, Karen?" I raised my hand from
her lap and the fifth-grader involuntarily responded by pushing
her crotch upwards, trying to restore the pleasurable touch. She
made little "uh, uh," sounds of strain as I held my hand just out
of reach. "Can you?" I repeated.

"No!" she exclaimed, her eyes screwed tight shut now. Then, in a
softer half-sob, "Nooo." She drew a deep breath, "I'm...I'm a
whore." Her cheeks were burning now with shame as much as arousal
but I instantly rewarded her humiliating admission, pressing my
hand back against her. I pushed my middle finger between her
labia, feeling for her swelling clitoris through the leotard. As
I rubbed vigorously her sister and I began our familiar chant,
filling the cab with a perverse road song. "Karen is a who-ore,
Karen is a who-ore, a whory whory who-ore!"

Before long Karen was tossing her head back and forth and
writhing in her seat restraints. Her waist-length blonde hair was
loose and swung back and forth. Her feet were kicking gently,
sliding against the dash and waving in the air. She was moaning
loudly, "No...nuhh....naaaAH!" as her breathing rasped unevenly
in her throat. Her lap was soaked through with her secretions and
the cab heater carried the piquant scent of her adolescent juices
to my nose.

Over the past month we had all come to know the patterns of her
arousal. Just as she was climbing to her peak, her skinny little
ass bouncing on the seat, I took my hand away. Karen stiffened
and thrust her pubis up, pushing against the cushions with thighs
and shoulders. A high-pitched rhythmic groan forced itself out of
her young throat as her frustration built. After a few seconds
she tried to push her own little hands into her hot bald snatch,
but I slapped at her and grabbed one wrist. "Hands off!" I
ordered her. "Hands off, if you want a better costume. Or you can
go out like you are now - 'trick or treat,'" I mimicked, "'Trick
or treat, I'm a whore, look at my dripping wet babycunt!'"
Indeed, her entire lap was visibly soaked, a wet stain making the
thin leotard semitransparent and clearly showing the pale blue
panties underneath. With a final gasping sigh of protest, Karen
subsided, clasping her hands tightly together across her stomach.
She  still rubbed her thighs together surreptitiously and I let
that pass because I knew she wouldn't be able to bring herself
off that way. Ultimately it would just frustrate the child
further and keep her hot and desperate, which suited my plans
perfectly.

After a few more miles we turned off the highway onto the hilly
country road that led into my neighborhood. But instead of
heading for my house I turned onto a winding gravel road,
following it for some distance until it led down into a little
hollow and ended in front of a low, rambling brick house. The
yard had been allowed to run wild and was mostly overgrown. The
carport was full of cans, buckets, and jugs, at least two large
compressors, and other less identifiable equipment. Nosing into
the carport was a spotless conversion van with a striking custom
airbrushed paint job. We got out of the van into the brisk wind.
It had been a warm day but the shadows from the surrounding hills
were already creeping across the house. Karen, thin-blooded child
that she was, shivered slightly as the wind blew across her wet
crotch. Even Renee hugged herself a little against the chill.
"Hellooo the house!" I called out. "Nate, you in there?"

"C'mon in," a strong, deep voice called back to us through the
screen door. I headed up the walk with the girls trailing behind
me. I held the door open and ushered them in. The front room was
cluttered, warm, and dim, but light spilled from a doorway in the
far wall. The voice called from it, "I'm back in the studio,
man." We walked on through the doorway and the girls stopped,
stunned and enchanted. The room stretched the width of the house
and the back wall was entirely covered by an airbrushed mural. It
was a fantasy cityscape. Dragons flew over basketball courts
where dwarves stood on each others' shoulders to challenge
fairies and trolls. King Kong and Godzilla clung to adjacent
skyscrapers sharing a 55-gallon drum of beer. Robot strippers
pole-danced in the window of a club, disco lights bouncing off
their steel breasts.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Sitting at a table with his back to us was
a broadly-built black man. Mocha-colored skin contrasted with a
spotless white sleeveless undershirt. The muscles in his arms
bunched and relaxed as he pushed his wheelchair away from the
table and spun to face us. His hair was cropped short but he wore
a full beard and mustache, unusual in their thickness for someone
of his ethnicity. He smiled and the skin wrinkled easily into
laugh lines framing merry brown eyes. Facing us his muscular
torso was outlined, pecs pushing against the fabric of his shirt.
But the reason he was in the chair was clear - his legs were
withered and emaciated, the bones pushing out beneath
parchment-thin skin." These must be your little nieces," he said
as he wheeled across the floor to us. "Nice to meetcha both."

"Girls, this is Mister Nate. Nate, this is Renee and this is
Karen, that I told you about."

"What happened to your legs?" Renee blurted out. "Did you paint
all this? How did you reach the high parts?"

"Renee!" I grabbed her shoulder. "That's impolite! You apologize
to Mister Nate for prying. right now!"

"That's ok, man," Nate chuckled. "Better she ask right out than
spend the whole time pretending not to stare, like grownups do. I
was in a car wreck, honey, a long time ago. It broke my spine and
now my legs don't work any more. And yeah, I painted all this.
That's why you guys are here, right?"

"Yep," I replied. "Karen's not happy with her costume, and I
thought you could paint her up something better before we go
trick-or-treating."

Karen looked up at me. This was the first she was hearing it, of
course, but as she looked around she quickly realized that Mister
Nate was a talented artist. He could probably paint her face and
make her look like a real cat. Maybe even paint her leotard, too
- it was just bought for the costume, so it wouldn't matter if it
got ruined.

"Sure I can," Nate replied, wheeling himself over to sit before
Karen. He was just about at eye-level with her in his chair. He
put his large brown hands on her shoulders. He had the long,
tapering fingers of an artist. "But first things first, right?"
and so saying, he grabbed the neckline of her leotard and yanked
it down. Karen was completely unprepared for this and before she
could react her upper arms and chest were bared. Her puffy
nipples popped out over the top of the dark fabric.

Karen leapt backwards in shock. "Hey!" she shouted, trying to
cross her arms protectively over her chest.  I had stepped behind
her, though, and so she collided with me and I seized her arms
and held them at her sides, preventing her from covering up. She
began struggling futilely.

"Honey, I told you, you'd have to earn a good costume. Mister
Nate is a professional artist. He doesn't work for free."

"But I thought I'd just...with you," she whined as she twisted
impotently in my grasp.

"Just...what?" I said, smiling over her head at Nate.

"You know! That we would..." she lowered her voice "...fuck...and
then you'd pay..."

"Honey, that's silly. I don't have that kind of money. Mister
Nate is a professional artist," I repeated. "A costume like he's
going to make you costs a lot, right Nate?"

"Three-four hundred dollars," Nate agreed. He was trying to put
on an expression of puzzled innocence, but his smirk broke
through. "Something wrong, man? I thought you told me Karen was
such a hot little whore...?"

Karen went rigid with shock. She craned her head back to look at
me, tears welling in her blue eyes. "You TOLD him? He KNOWS I'm
a..." she couldn't say it.

"'Course he does," I replied with studied nonchalance. "How else
were you going to pay him, silly? When I told Mister Nate what a
hot, tasty little babycunt you have, and how much you like to
fuck and suck cock, he was nice enough to offer to let you work
it off."

The words struck Karen like hammer blows. She seemed to shrink
into herself. Now she truly felt stripped naked, her secrets
exposed to this stranger sitting before her. "But...I only...with
you..." she stammered out, and began to cry.

I ignored her tears, just as I ignored her weak struggles to get
free. "Sure, but that was just practice. I'm not going to be
around forever, you know. Sooner or later you gotta go out on
your own. You're going to have sex with lots and lots of
different people. Mister Nate is a good one to start with. He's
nice, he's my friend - and he'll make you look really really good
for Halloween. But hey, if you'd rather go trick-or-treating the
way you are..."

I could feel Karen's heart pounding as I held her pressed against
me. She was panting as if she'd just run a sprint. She looked at
the black man smiling at her from his wheelchair. Oh, god, she
thought, he knows, he knows. But he didn't look repulsed or
disgusted. He looked friendly. And then, her status-consciousness
reasserted herself as she thought, and he'll make me a really
good costume... "OK," she said timorously. "But, but, how do
we..."

"What?" I prompted.

Now she was blushing. "How do we...fuck...in the chair?"

Nate chuckled and we shared a look. He hadn't believed me that it
would be so easy to get eleven-year-old Karen to prostitute
herself to him. "You don't have to worry about that, kiddo. My
legs don't work and my penis doesn't, either. But there's other
stuff we can do."

Renee piped up again. "Your penis doesn't work? So you can't have
an orgasm? That's sad!"

Nate looked at the younger girl. He didn't take pity from anyone,
least of all a child, but her face was so open, her empathy so
genuine that he couldn't take offense. "Yeah, it's not so bad.
There's other stuff I can do." Then he seemed to realize how much
knowledge of anatomy and sexuality was implied by the
third-grader's simple statement. "Do you have orgasms?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, they're lots of fun! Uncle taught me how to
masturbate, and now we're lovers."

"Lovers, huh?" Nate looked at me, his eyes dancing. "What is she,
eight?"

"I'm nine!"

"Nine years old. Man..." he shook his head.

"Right back atcha, dude," I responded, pushing Karen forwards at
him. "You think three pubes make a difference?"

"Naw, I don't guess so. C'mere, Karen, let me get a good look at
you." Slowly, the older girl stepped forward. When she was in
reach, Nate reached out and grasped her leotard again and tugged.
Karen reluctantly uncrossed her arms and dropped them to her
sides, allowing Nate to pull the garment all the way down. She
couldn't meet his eyes as he stared at her pink, cherry-sized
nipples. She was gasping with anxiety and she could feel herself
blushing from the top of her head down to her toes. I could even
see the red flush creeping across her bony shoulder blades as
Nate continued to strip her. When her blue panties were revealed
Nate hooked his fingers into them and pulled them down too. The
damp fabric peeled off Karen's barely-fuzzed mound and her smooth
slit. The skin shone with moisture and a creamy smear clung to
one lip. Nate got the clothing down as far as her knobby knees,
but he was unable to lean further forward.

Karen watched as he straightened and reached out, rubbing his
thumbs across nipples that had stiffened with her anxiety. She
gasped as his strong brown fingers gently tugged at each pale nub
in turn. "Ooh...ooh...ah!" the breath huffed out of her in
surprised pleasure as the muscular black man molested her.

"You like that, Karen?" Nate asked, and she gulped and nodded as
little waves of warmth spread from her nipples. "Look at me,
Karen, look in my eyes." Nate tugged a little harder on the
stiffening flesh to emphasize. Karen raised her head slowly to
obey. Her cheeks were flaming, and she knew she'd gone bright red
as the reality of the situation washed over her: she was naked in
front of a stranger. She'd only just met this man, and in a
minute she'd be doing some kind of sex with him. It wasn't
pretend, it wasn't a dream. "It's true. I really am a whore," she
said to herself and felt the familiar surge of shame - but mixed
in she felt a strange pride, pride that these grown men desired
her, pride that her body was so pretty that men would pay to
touch it. She raised her head high and even managed a smile.

Nate slid one hand down to her belly, still childishly rounded,
and further down across her prominent smooth mound, brushing the
pale fuzz just beginning to grow in. He slid a finger between
Karen's swelling labia, feeling the heat and wetness from her
core. He wiggled his finger up and down, teasing her clitoris
which was already peeking out of its fleshy hood. Karen gave a
sharp, low moan and her knees buckled a bit. "She's ready, man,"
I urged my friend. "Go on, get your money."

Nate sat back up abruptly. He spun his chair around and wheeled
back to the low table he'd been working at when we came in. He
beckoned to Karen. She was bound at the knees by her leotard and
panties and almost fell as she tried to walk, but caught herself
and hobbled across the room. Nate cleared a space on the table
and had Karen sit on the edge. He put a big brown hand flat in
the center of her naked chest and pushed her down onto her back.
He pulled her shoes off and then grabbed at the fabric between
her knees and with a single sweep dragged the leotard down and
off, dropping it on the floor, leaving Karen dressed only in her
kitty ear headband. He grabbed her skinny legs behind the knees,
raised them wide and high, and dived between them.

"AHH!" Karen yelled in shocked pleasure as she felt Nate's
tightly curled beard scrape against her sensitive thighs. She
writhed and groaned as his tongue rasped over her labia and dug
between them into her bald slit. She covered her face with her
hands in a turmoil of embarrassment and arousal. She could feel
the juice pouring out of her. Nate lapped it up, then stopped and
Karen moaned as she felt a stinging, soothing, intolerably
delicious puff of air blow across her swelling clitoris. Nate
blew on the dark nub of flesh, then nibbled and licked, marveling
at its size and firmness as it stood out proudly at the top of
her opening. "Ohhhhh, oh, OH!" Karen moaned. Remembering her
training, she continued to vocalize. "Oh, my babycunt, eat me,
eat my hot babycunt, pleeeeease. Oh, suck me, suck me, suck my
button, ah, AH!" Her bare feet kicked up and down as Nate
continued his oral attack on her tender, pubescent girlhood.
Before long she had taken her  hands from her face and twined
them in Nate's short natural, pulling the black man's nose and
mouth harder against her burning cunny.

Karen was making the little squeals and groans that meant she was
close to orgasm when Nate pulled back. He put his hands on either
side of her swollen cunt, pinning her thighs wide open and
flicking his thumbs across her clitty. "Damn, that's some tasty
pussy you got there, Karen. You're a whore, ain'tcha?"

Karen's ass was bouncing and wriggling on the table. She twisted
her skinny torso from side to side, trying to hump her mound up
against Nate's hands. "Nooooo," she cried out.

But Nate insisted. I'd clued him in that this would make her
crazy. "You gotta say it, girl. Say it for me," he repeated
himself over the child's moans. "Say it, or I'll stop. Say it!"

"YES!" the child shrieked, her head rising off the table, cords
standing out in her neck. "Yes! I'm a whore! I'm a whore!" and
she collapsed sobbing as this man, a stranger to her, buried his
face back in her crotch. Nate grabbed her clit between his lips
and mauled it, dragging his tongue back and forth across it,
sucking hard on it. He shoved a finger into her slit and juice
squelched out around it as he penetrated her. "Ah-hah, ah-HAH,
ah-HAH, AH, AH, AAAAIEE!" Karen screamed out as an orgasm crested
over her. Her legs kicked straight up in the air and her toes
curled tight as she spasmed. Nate slurped eagerly at the flood of
luscious girl cum flowing out of her hairless cunt.

Gradually Karen's body relaxed and her legs dropped to splay open
on the table as her climax receded. From where Renee and I stood
we could see the soles of her feet, her thighs with Nate's strong
back between them, and not much else. Nate looked back over his
shoulder at me and I could see his beard clotted with Karen's
cunt cream. "Whyn't you two sit down? Karen's got some more work
to do to earn a full paint job." I took Renee's hand and we sat
down together on a worn-out, sprung couch behind us as Nate
turned back to her older sister. He covered her nearly-bald mound
with one large brown hand, gently massaging her lower abdomen
with his fingertips. Meanwhile he stroked his thumb gently up and
down her slit until he found her vaginal opening. He pushed, and
his thumb slid easily between the puffy, slick lips.

"Yessss....." Karen hissed at the penetration, then began to
grunt softly in her high voice as Nate slowly pistoned his thick
digit in and out of her. "Mmmm...ugh...yessss...fuck my
babycunt...ugh, fuck me, fuck me harder, PLEASE fuck me," She
spoke languorously, dreamily, almost mechanically, repeating the
phrases I'd taught her during the month of her "training". Her
head rolled from side to side on the table, her long hair
tangling and fanning out on the hard surface. She arched her
back, pushing against Nate's invading thumb, trying to force it
deeper into her cunt. Her baby honey oozed freely out of her
hole, dripping down her spread thighs and puddling on the table
surface.

I never got tired of the sights and sounds (and smells!) of my
fifth-grade niece's degradation. Knowing that I had created her,
that I had taken an innocent, naive girl and twisted her, fed her
natural sexual curiosity until it was a ravening beast that all
but devoured her was perhaps the ultimate turn-on for me. I had
spent the past two months telling her she was a whore, forcing
her to ever-lower depths of sexual depravity. I'd tossed token
payments at her for the perverse acts she had come to accept as
normal but now for the first time it was really true. She was an
eleven-year-old child, just barely into puberty, and she was
having sex with a stranger for money.

Renee, on the other hand, was bored. For most of the last month,
the sounds of Karen grunting and moaning towards orgasm had been
the background noise to doing her homework, watching tv, or
eating her afterschool snack. I'd fucked the older child nearly
every day, in every different position I could think of and some
I'd had to look up. Ostensibly I'd been just teaching her the
different ways people could tangle their bodies together, but my
actual goal had been to get Karen first used to, then expecting,
and finally desperately craving an adult cock thrust into her and
fucking her to orgasm. On the days when we didn't fuck I'd
forbidden her to masturbate, sometimes forcing her to watch,
hands motionless at her sides, as Renee and I pleasured each
other. I'd even sat in her bedroom as she went to sleep and
ordered her to keep her hands outside the covers. It humiliated
her to be treated like that; it humiliated her even more deeply
to realize that  without my coercion she was completely unable to
resist her body's desire.

Renee plopped herself onto my lap, ignoring her big sister
sighing and writhing and moaning towards her second orgasm just
across the room. "When can we go trick-or-treating?" she asked,
wriggling in my lap. The weight and warmth of her round little
butt pressed against my swelling erection. I pulled the child
down to lay on her back on top of me, stroking my hands down her
flat, undeveloped chest and her rounded belly. I pushed down into
the loose sweatpants of her costume and cupped her undeveloped
sex, feeling the warmth of it through her cotton panties. She
sighed and wiggled her small body against my recumbent form.

"We'll go soon, sweetie. But it has to get dark first, and Mister
Nate has to make your sister's costume. It's going to be a
special costume, do you know how?"

I was interrupted by Karen reaching her second peak. "Ah, oh,
ooh, ow, aaoow, OH, OH, YES, AH AHHHHHAAIEE!" The child shuddered
and moaned, her childish voice rising to a near-shriek as she
twisted, impaled on Nate's thumb. Her skinny ass was sliding
around in a pool of her juvenile cunt cream. As her voice trailed
off into inarticulate whimpers I was confiding part of my plans
for the evening to Renee, who burst into giggles. I took the
opportunity to slide my fingers under the legbands of her
panties, gently tugging her smooth labia apart with my fingers
and tracing her hot, moist slit. She continued to giggle and
writhe as I coaxed lubrication from her child's vagina and spread
it all over her hairless vulva. Her delicate scent rose to my
nostrils, causing my cock pressed between her little butt cheeks
to pulse with pleasure.

Nate, meanwhile, was amusing himself with Karen's clitoris. The
hood was fully retracted and the oversized, wrinkled bud was
standing straight up, slick with wetness and flushed darkly in
the overhead light. He was flicking it from side to side,
watching how each touch made Karen's whole body twitch. "Don't
wear her out, man," I called to him. "She's got a long night
ahead of her. You keep that up, she won't even be able to stand
up while you paint her." I slid my hands out of Renee's pants,
gently lifted her off my lap and set her on the couch, stood up
and stepped over next to Nate. I looked down at Karen's naked,
pubescent body. Her chest was heaving as she fought to catch her
breath, her nipples stiff and dark red with arousal. Her
kitty-ear headband was askew on her tangled hair, strands of
which were plastered across her sweaty forehead. She stared
vacantly upwards, concentrating solely on the surges of pleasure
radiating from her overstimulated  button. She was even drooling
a little. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a sitting
position. Her glazed eyes slowly focused on me. "Geez, look at
the mess you made," I said in a tone of amused disgust. Karen 
hung her head as she gazed down at the pool of slick, creamy ooze
between her spread thighs. "I'm sorry, Nate, I forgot what a
messy little whore she is." I dropped a rag I'd picked up into
her lap. "Clean up your mess, will you, so Mister Nate can paint
you." Blushing, Karen wiped the rag back and forth across her
crotch, wincing at the feel of the rough fabric on sensitive
tissues. She stood up shakily and dried her ass and the back of
her thighs then sopped up the sticky pool of her baby honey on
the table's hard surface.

Nate motioned to Karen to follow him as he wheeled over to the
far end of the room. Still blushing, the young girl wobbled after
him, trying to get her breathing under control. The two
disappeared behind a screen and we heard a compressor kick to
life briefly. Nate's rumbling bass was answered by Karen's soft
soprano, turning to giggles mixed with the hiss of an airbrush. I
flopped down onto the couch and pulled Renee back into my lap.
For the next twenty minutes I amused myself tickling and stroking
her soft skin. I pushed one hand back into her pants and under
her panties, cupping her small, smooth sex and sliding my fingers
teasingly up and down her slit. With my other hand I felt up her
flat chest, lightly pinching her tiny nipples through her
costume. I kissed and licked at her undefined jawline beneath her
glued-on beard. I pressed my lips to the two lovely moles that
had been the gateway to my sexual obsession with the child,
inhaling her clean  scent of soap and shampoo, seasoned with the
piquant, slightly musky odor of her baby cunt. I whispered a
request into her delicate ear and she responded by groping down
between her own legs, grabbing at my cock where it pressed
against my tight jeans. She pressed her small palm against it and
slid up and down along the shaft. I moaned in appreciation and
she smiled.

We continued fondling each other until, with a flourish, Nate
rolled himself out from behind the screen, pushing Karen before
him. He herded the naked child to where a mirror hung on the wall
next to the couch where she stopped to stare, stunned, at her
image. Renee and I were similarly dumbstruck at Nate's artistry.
He had turned Karen into a leopard. She was tawny in color from
hairline to ankles, varying from a lighter golden color across
her belly to a dark almost-brown on her legs and back. Black
leopard spots speckled her body, blending with the base color.
There was no pattern to the spots but without obvious placement
they concealed her nipples and bellybutton. Subtle, precise
shadings gave the appearance of shadow, obscuring her bare slit.
Nate had even carefully painted her clit to make it look less
prominent even as it stood out with the child's arousal. Her face
was overlaid with a stylized rendering of a big cat's nose and
markings. If you  didn't know it was Karen, you'd hardly have
recognized her. The best part was he'd left her hands and feet
bare and painted her wrists and ankles to look like the elastic
cuffs of a costume bodysuit. Her neck was also unpainted. Nate
had drawn a leotard collar across the points of her collarbone,
over her skinny shoulders and dipping down to her shoulderblades
in back. The trompe l'oeil was amazing: In dim light, you
wouldn't be able to tell she was naked - which was just what I'd
hoped for.

"Wow, Nate. Karen, you look incredible. Doesn't she look great,
Renee?" Renee laughed and clapped her hands, delighted at her big
sister's transformation. Karen, for her part, looked amazed and
thrilled. She turned this way and that, admiring her painted nude
body in the mirror. (Her skinny ass did break the illusion of a
costume a bit, as you could clearly see each cheek and her crack
between them, but I had a plan to deal with that.) She curled her
fingers into claws and growled at her image in the mirror,
striking a pose as fearsome as an eleven-year-old girl can
manage. "So, do you like your costume?" I asked. "Was it worth
whoring yourself to Mister Nate?"

Karen's smile faltered for a second but not even my harsh
language could stop her preening. "I love it!" she exclaimed.
"Thank you, Mister Nate."

"You're welcome, Karen. And thank YOU," he said to me. "That's
one tasty little whore you got there." We both ignored the way
Karen's shoulders stiffened, but I smiled to myself. It was now a
familiar game for me, to make sure that every present I gave her,
every bit of happiness I granted had to be leavened with
reinforcement of her secret shame. She hardly noticed anymore,
but the repeated emotional whipsawing had made her entirely
dependent on me for approval.

"Hey, hang on," Nate continued, "I think I got some tiger eyes
here somewhere. He turned to rummage in a drawer. "C'mere, man,
and take a look at these. Whad'ya think?" He was holding out a
pair of yellow cats-eye contacts, and something else.

"Sure," I said softly, "But I have to take her home Sunday night.
Will she be OK by then? No marks?"

"Oh, yeah, no problem," he answered. "Just take 'em out before
she goes to bed tonight. They're tiny, there won't even be a
scab."

"Let's do it, then." Turning, I raised my voice. "Karen, have you
ever worn contact lenses? No? Well, take a look at these. They'll
make your eyes look like a cat's. Lie back down on the table and
Mister Nate will put them in." The child clambered back up on the
table and lay on her back. Nate peeled open the sterile package.
I pressed one hand gently on Karen's forehead to hold her still
and with my other thumb and forefinger held her eye wide open
while Nate gently seated the soft lens onto her eyeball. She
blinked rapidly and her eyes began tearing.

"Oww..." she said softly. "That feels...weird."

"You just have to get used to it," I replied. "It'll be better in
a few minutes." I shifted my grip to her other eyelid and Nate
repeated the process. Karen's blue eyes had been transformed to
glowing yellow with a black vertical slit of a pupil. Together
with the face paint she was now nearly unrecognizable.

"Ooooh," Renee had come over to the table and now she gasped in
delight. "Karen, you look freaky! You're a cat!"

"I wanna see!" Karen tried to lift up her head and roll off the
table but I did not release my grip on her forehead. Instead, I
pressed down harder and nodded to Nate. He reached out quickly
and put his thumb and forefinger on either side of the
fifth-grader's delicate cupid's bow. Pinching hard, he pulled her
upper lip away from her teeth. His other hand came up, revealing
that he held a six-inch length of stiff titanium wire. With a
swift, sure motion, he pushed it into the compressed skin,
piercing parallel to the lip and threading it through and out the
other side.

Karen's eyes bugged out with the sudden, unexpected pain. Her
entire body convulsed and her thin limbs went rigid. Her palms
and heels beat against the table as she tried to wrench her head
free, but I held her firmly. Her mouth stretched wide and she
tried to scream but the shock was so intense that all that came
out was a strangled, high-pitched whistling groan. But Nate
wasn't done. He took a second wire and shoved it through also,
this one at a shallow angle. He took a little longer to seat it
properly; I saw the skin bulge out as he slowly pressed the
needle-sharp wire home, until it broke through the surface just
under Karen's slightly turned-up nose. Then a third wire went in,
this one at the opposite angle, and Nate released his pincer
grip. The skin snapped back, pulling and spreading the piercings
and pushing the ends of the wires slightly forward. Karen had
whiskers.

The pain had literally taken Karen's breath away. She was gasping
and shuddering, her chest heaving. As I pressed her head against
the table and looked down into her shocked, agonized expression,
I was as hard as I could ever remember being. I ground my cock
against the table edge, near to ejaculating in my pants. My
visceral reaction to what was, no denying it, torture and
mutilation of the eleven-year-old disturbed me. This was a long
step beyond the merely emotional and sexual abuse to which I had
been subjecting her. It was a dark road that perhaps I shouldn't
have started down. But there was no time to think about that now.
I stepped back and Karen, unrestrained, tumbled off the table.
She was half-crazed with fear and pain. Eyes clamped shut, she
ran around in little circles. Finding her voice, she began
screaming wordlessly. She clapped her hands to her mouth but then
jerked them away as pressing against the wires made them twist
and move in the  fresh piercings, flashing new waves of agony
across her face. She howled even louder, stumbled and fell to her
knees. Naked, she curled up on the cool tile floor, crying
wildly.

I let her cry for a minute, then bent down to sit beside her. I
brushed her long blond hair away from her face, taking care not
to snag it on the wires. I grasped her bare skinny shoulders and
pulled her up to a sitting position. Tears poured down her face -
looking quite bizarre coming out of her cat's-eye contacts - and
her painted nipples heaved as she cried. "Shhh, shhh, Karen, it's
all right, it'll be OK, it'll stop hurting in a minute."

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" She screamed. "OH, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"

I took her head firmly in my hands, tangling my fingers in her
hair. "I know it does, sweetie, but it'll feel better soon." I
made my voice as soothing as I could. "It's just part of your
costume, and it looks terrific. Shh, it's OK." I hugged the naked
preteen to me and we sat there on the floor for a couple of
minutes as she cried. At first she resisted being comforted by
the author of her agony but before long she gave in. She was,
after all, a small child in a strange place. I was familiar, if
nothing else, and the past weeks had made her deeply dependent on
me for emotional approval. I stroked the knobs of her spine down
her bare back, letting my fingers drift into the crack of her
ass. Her painted skin was warm. Gradually as her initial shock
faded and the pain subsided to a dull throb, she quieted. When
her sobs had diminished to gulping hiccups and I felt her
relaxing against me, I grasped her shoulders and pulled her to
her feet. "You have to  see this, you look so amazing." I led her
tenderly over to the mirror and let her gaze at herself.

Karen stared in wonderment at the apparition staring back at her.
It wasn't Karen, the pretty blond fifth-grader. She saw a wild
animal. She raised a hand and gingerly touched the wires
protruding from beneath her nose, wincing at the sting of the
fresh wounds. She explored the inside of her upper lip with her
tongue, the strange new feeling of the wires pressing against her
gums, tasting a little fresh blood. (Nate had told me that a wire
that thin would hardly bleed at all; I was surprised but relieved
that he was right.) I crouched down behind her to speak to her
reflection over her shoulder. "Isn't that great?" I said. "No one
has ever had a costume like this before."

"But...it hurt so bad. Why didn't you ask?" she demanded.

"Because you would've said no. You would've been scared, and said
no. I know it hurt a little, but c'mon, it wasn't that much worse
than getting your ears pierced, was it? It was just the surprise
of it, wasn't it?" Actually it had hurt a lot, and it still did,
but Karen was becoming enchanted with the face in the mirror.
"You wanted a great costume, and now you have one. You are going
to be the most beautiful, scariest little girl out there." And
that, at least, was true. The paint, the contact lenses, and the
wires made Karen's face look practically inhuman. Her sexy
preteen body was concealed by the careful illusions of Nate's
airbrush work, but knowing that she truly was naked made me lust
for her even more. I couldn't wait for the end of this night.

But right now, I could see that Karen was falling under her own
spell. She was practicing grimaces and growls in the mirror,
getting accustomed to the sting as her new piercings pulled at
the tender skin of her face. I turned my attention to her younger
sister who had retreated to the far end of the couch. Children
can get used to the most extreme things, and Renee had gotten
used to seeing Karen out-of-control with pain, arousal, sometimes
both at once, but it could still startle her. I had convinced her
as much as possible that Karen enjoyed pain - and to a certain
extent it was true - but she had a stronger bullshit detector
even than most nine-year-olds, and strong feelings of sisterly
love besides. I crouched down next to the child and spoke quietly
into her ear. "It's OK, now, see? Karen loves her new costume,
just look." Renee watched skeptically but her big sister was
getting more and more absorbed in practicing scary expressions in
the mirror.  As we looked on she raised a hand to carefully scrub
away her tears.

Karen noticed her audience after a minute and turned to growl at
us, striking the pose of a leaping cat. "Rrrrorrwwwwww!" she
snarled at Renee, who reacted with perhaps a bit of relief by
shrieking in mock terror and then running to give the older girl
a hug. I joined them and hugged both Renee's costumed body and
Karen's naked one against my legs. "OK, are we ready to go
trick-or-treating now?" I asked and both girls shouted "Yes!"

"Let's go, then," I replied and started pushing both children
towards the door. Renee ran ahead but Karen hesitated.

"Wait," she said, turning to where her leotard and shoes were in
a heap on the floor, "I need to get dressed."

"Don't be silly!" I responded. "Mister Nate painted you all over.
You don't want to cover that up - you want everyone to see his
beautiful work!"

Karen looked stunned beneath her makeup. She'd had too much else
on her mind to realize until that second that her "costume" was
intended to show her off naked as we went from house to house.
She took a step backwards but my hand shot out and grabbed her
wrist. "No..." she tried futilely to tug her arm free. "Please
let me get dressed! I don't want to trick-or-treat naked. Please
don't make me."

"Why not?" I asked in a reasonable tone. "You've been walking
around naked after school all the time, and not painted up
either. You've been showing that babycunt to me and your sister
and it hasn't bothered you, so what's the problem?"

She was using her other hand now, trying with no success to peel
my fingers free of her wrist. Even with the makeup, the contacts,
and the wires piercing the skin above her lip I could see her
pleading expression. "But that was in the house. I can't...I
can't...No, PLEASE."

I sighed with exaggerated exasperation. "Yes, you can. That was
practice. Just like whoring yourself to Mister Nate was the real
thing, now it's time for that practice to pay off. Renee!" I
called. "Come back here and get your sister's shoes for her!"
Renee scampered into the studio, grabbed Karen's coolie slippers
off the floor and ran back out to the front room. "Nate, you can
throw out that leotard, Karen won't need it. Keep the panties if
you want, I bet they smell just like her babycunt. Thanks for
everything; I'll have Karen write you a note tomorrow." Nate was
now openly laughing at the painted preteen's futile attempts to
escape. He waved vaguely in our direction.

Karen stumbled and almost fell as I jerked her arm, pulling her
through the front room towards the front door of the house.
"Please, NO!" She was starting to blubber again as she realized
the awful truth of her situation. She was two hours from her
home, being dragged out of a stranger's house, and I had just
thrown away her clothing. "NO, I don't want to be naked, NOOO!
No, oh no! HELP!" I dragged her out the front door, closing and
locking it behind me. And that was it. Karen was naked outside,
just like she had been weeks ago in the shopping mall parking
lot. Just like then, despite the fact that there was no one to
see her - yet - she went into full panic mode, struggling with
all her pitiful strength against my grip. Unlike back then, it
was twilight. The light was fading under a clear sky and it was
getting cold. It was mild for Hallowe'en, but the temperature was
dropping below sixty with a brisk breeze. Karen shivered as the
wind struck her nude  body. She felt goosebumps rising all over.
Her nipples stiffened and chilled. The concrete of the porch felt
freezing beneath her bare feet.

"Stop it, Karen!" I barked. "Where are you going to go? If I turn
you loose, you going to run all the way home? Huh?" My words had
no effect. Karen was crying hard, her nose starting to run in the
cold air, and still struggling to pull her thin wrist free. She
tugged and jerked against my grip. I twisted her wrist painfully
and dragged her off the porch. She lost her footing on the uneven
flagstones and fell to her knees. I dragged her several steps
before she was able to get her bare feet under her again, sobbing
and screaming and struggling all the way.

I was incredibly turned on by Karen's helplessness. Had we not
had other things to do, had Renee not been looking on, I might've
thrown her to the ground and brutally fucked her right there in
the yard. My cock throbbed at the very thought, aching to be free
of my denim jeans. It would've been delightful to feel her slim
naked body writhing beneath me, to bend her legs double and drive
the breath out of her with forceful stabs of my cock into her
tight preteen vagina. But we had a schedule to keep, and Karen
was making us late.

I jerked her arm up in the air, pulling the child up close to me,
and with my other hand grabbed at the wires piercing the skin
below her nose. I tugged once, sharply. The effect was dramatic.
Sudden pain bloomed in her face, drove the breath from her and
cut her off in mid-scream. She went rigid, gasping, her
nearly-flat chest heaving in agony. I turned loose her wrist and
grabbed her thin shoulders. I bent down and spoke right into her
shocked face, making my voice deadly quiet and angry. "That is
enough, young lady. You begged to come on this trip, you begged
for a new costume. Your sister is waiting to go trick-or-treating
and I'm tired of you holding us up. Your choice is you either
stop crying this instant and come with us, or I'll just drive off
and leave you here. Mister Nate might let you back in the house
or he might not and you'll have to spend the whole night outside,
naked, in the dark. Or if he lets you in, he might decide that
you look so  pretty with those wires stuck through your face that
he'll stick some more in you here -" I turned loose of one
shoulder to yank on a stiff nipple. "- or even here!" I dropped
my finger to pinch her clit, not especially gently.

Karen looked progressively more terrified through my tirade,
shrinking into herself as she realized she was helpless and that
I wasn't going to change my mind. Her face crumpled as I
threatened her with abandonment and mutilation; she was far too
upset to realize how empty the threats were, that no matter what
I had to return her in good shape to her parents on Sunday
evening. So when I finished by demanding "So what's it going to
be?" and giving her one more rough shake, her resistance
collapsed.

"OK," she sniffled. She stopped struggling and went nearly limp
in my grasp. "OK, I'll come, please don't leave me, I'm sorry."
Her slim naked body began shivering convulsively from cold and
reaction.

I gathered her into a hug, pressing her face gently into my
sweater-clad stomach and rubbing my hand briskly across her thin
back. "There, there, good girl," I said, my manner shifting
instantly from anger to tenderness as soon as she became
compliant. I held her and petted her and stroked her while she
got her breathing under control. "Renee," I called over my
shoulder, "bring your sister her shoes." I had kept my voice too
low for Renee to hear what I'd been saying - she knew I'd been
scolding her big sister but had no idea just how viciously I'd
threatened her. Karen obediently sat down, wincing as her butt
contacted the cold flagstones, and fumbled at her shoes. Her
fingers were clumsy with chill and emotion. When she had them
strapped on, she looked up at me, hugging her arms across her
bare chest. "Thank you, dear," I said warmly. Gently this time, I
helped her to her feet. She still shivered, legs tight together,
trying to shield herself from the  fitful chill breeze. "Oh, you
look so beautiful," I praised her. "I'm sorry I had to yell at
you, but that is the sexiest costume I've ever seen. I just
couldn't let you not show it off to everyone." I gently cupped
her face as I spoke, being careful this time not to tweak her
wire whiskers. The child looked up at me, eyes wide, and essayed
a tentative, trembling smile. "There you go," I smiled back.
"See? There's nothing to be upset about."

"But..." Karen stammered in a small voice, relieved at the change
in my demeanor but afraid of kindling my anger again. "But...we
can't let people see I'm naked...can we?"

"Silly, they won't be able to tell. That's the whole point. It's
getting dark now, and look - nobody expects a little girl to be
walking around the neighborhood undressed. They'll see what they
expect to see: you, in an amazing costume. But you have to help
convince them of that by acting like nothing's wrong, like it's
just another Hallowe'en for you. Can you do that?" Karen nodded.
"Good girl. Let me look at you." I stepped backwards and regarded
her critically. It was true, the illusion was flawless. The
shading and airbrushed shadows and the painted cuffs at her
wrists and ankles even fooled me. Now for the piece de
resistance. "There's only one thing missing: a tail. Every cat
needs a tail, right?" Karen nodded her head at my rhetorical
question.

I led her over to where my truck was parked. "Well, I have a tail
just for you, but it's a surprise. Grab on to the bumper, right
here. No, bend your back down, not your knees. Now, just stay
there for a second, and no matter what happens, don't let go.
OK?" Karen was desperate to please me now and she didn't make a
peep, even when I pushed at her ankles with my foot to spread her
legs wider. She stood shivering in the cold wind, bent over the
truck bumper as I unlocked the vehicle. I boosted her younger
sister up onto the seat and rummaged in the back for a second. I
returned to stand behind Karen before she could see the items I
held.

"Now remember, don't let go, OK?" Trembling, the preteen nodded.
I uncapped the first item, a tube of Astroglide, and squirted a
generous amount onto my fingers. I reached down between the
fifth-grader's spread cheeks and probed at her anus. She gasped
as I spread the cold gel over her intimate parts, then groaned as
I slowly pushed my index finger into her rectum. Her back arched
but she obeyed me and didn't turn loose of the bumper. I withdrew
my finger slowly, then added a second and pushed hard. Her
asshole clenched but yielded and my two fingers slid into her up
to the knuckles. She squeezed the digits together so tightly it
almost hurt me, but the heat of her was quite pleasant. I pumped
back and forth for several strokes. Karen grunted each time I
bottomed out, then gasped as I withdrew and the cold air wafted
over her dilated sphincter.

For the moment I ignored the brown smears on my fingers. I
squeezed more lube onto the other item I held. I was quite proud
of it: I had started with an ordinary vibrating butt plug, sized
small but not too small. It was shaped kind of like a baby's
pacifier with a flat plate meant to protrude when it was
inserted, a short narrow shaft and a bulbous tip to hold it in
place. But I had removed the motor and replaced it with a
different unit, one taken from a "weasel ball" cat toy. It had an
offset shaft like a vibrator motor, but spun much more slowly. I
had extended the shaft through the back of the butt plug and
attached it to a cat's tail from a kid's costume. The tail was
stiffened with wire so it curled and stood up on its own. I
smeared the lube all around the butt plug. I reached one hand
around to press back against Karen's lower abdomen and then in a
single motion shoved the plug up her ass. She grunted more loudly
and bent forwards as she felt  her bottom filled uncomfortably.
Smiling, I flicked the switch on the vibe. Karen's grunt became a
groan as she invader began buzzing inside her preteen rectum. The
attached tail slapped back and forth against my legs until I
stepped back. "Oh...ohhhh...ohhhh..." Karen groaned louder. Her
skinny legs were trembling with the strain and her knuckles were
white where she held onto the truck bumper, but she didn't let
go. She didn't dare.

I bent to clean my fingers on the grass. "OK, sweetie, you can
stand up now," I told her. Karen let go but she was unable to
straighten up. She clamped her arms across her stomach, moaning
in discomfort. She turned towards me, took two trembling steps
then collapsed into a squat. Her slit winked open and closed as
her abdomen tensed. I could see her bearing down, trying to expel
the butt plug like a fat turd, but the bulbous end held it firmly
seated inside her. And the tail, covered in short brownish red
fur, swung back and forth in the air.

I reached down and took her hands in mine, tugging her gently
upright. She was unable to straighten completely. I started
walking backwards and Karen took staggering bowlegged steps after
me, half bent over. "That's it, sweetie. Straighten up now.
Remember what I said - you have to act normal. People don't
expect to see a trick-or-treater bent over with a stomach ache."

"Ow...ugh...gugh...gnah..." Karen grunted with each step.
"I...can't. Ow...it...ugh!...hurts." But her face twisted with
strain and with each step her back came up a little straighter.
We walked around and around in little circles until, finally, she
was standing upright. She still gasped and grunted softly but
with each step she became a bit more accustomed to the mechanical
intrusion. And as her ass clenched spasmodically, she realized
something else - when she stood just right she could feel the
vibrations shoot straight through her. I saw her face change in
the failing light as the first faint tickle to her clit broke
through the discomfort, and her awkward gait changed as she began
searching for just the right position to bring that tickling
sensation back. And the tail swung back and forth in the air.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed. "You are ready for trick-or-treating!
Climb in, and let's go!" Karen walked around to the passenger
door, still waddling slightly, and as I climbed behind the wheel
she boosted herself up and over her younger sister, grunting
again.

Renee - too short to see us over the dash - had been waiting all
this time. She'd belted herself in, but had developed a serious
case of ants-in-the-pants. "Can we GO now?" she demanded,
obviously having had her fill of delays. But in truth, it was
just now getting dark enough for the trick-or-treating to begin.

"Yes, we can," I said agreeably and the engine coughed to life as
I turned the key. Karen, though, was having one more problem. She
tried to sit in her accustomed spot in the middle of the bench,
but as she lowered her naked ass to the seat the butt plug was
driven uncomfortably far up her channel. She tried to shift
around, but there was no good position, especially with the tail
trying to whip itself back and forth. I chuckled at her
discomfort. "It's OK, sweetie, just this once you don't have to
belt in. We're not going far. Why don't you kneel on the floor
and rest your head in your sister's lap. Renee, you'll hold her,
won't you?" There was plenty of room on the floorboards although
the grit on the rubber mat ground uncomfortably into Karen's bare
knees. Her cute ass, just beginning to flare into womanhood, was
up in the air with the end of the buttplug sticking out. The tail
slapped back and forth against the dash. She rested her head in
Renee's  lap and wrapped her arms around the younger girl's
waist. Her bare painted nipples poked into her sister's trousers.
Renee rested her hands on Karen's head and began to stroke her
hair back into some semblance of order. I put the truck in gear
and slowly drove off. Karen grunted and groaned as the suspension
bounced over the rutted gravel. Meanwhile Renee started crooning
softly to her. Karen closed her eyes and hugged her sister
harder. I turned off the radio to hear - Renee was singing. I
joined her and together we softly chanted as I drove carefully to
the neighborhood common, "Karen is a who-ore, Karen is a who-ore,
a whory whory who-ore..."

"Okay, we're here!"

I put the truck in park and shut off the engine. We were parked
on my neighborhood common, which was really nothing more than a
roughly oval field of 5 acres or so. The main road of the
neighborhood looped around it with driveways and several
cul-de-sacs radiating out. The field was in a shallow depression
like a bowl with houses looking down on it, while the dead-end
streets went over the lip of the low ridge and wound down the
hillside.

The end where I was parked was filling up with other cars. Each
discharged its own load of laughing, costumed children shepherded
by an adult like as not in costume, too. My truck sat a bit apart
from the main parking area, on the other side of a tall,
spreading pine tree. At the far end of the field, I could just
make out activity in the gathering dusk - guys from the
neighborhood association were setting up the fireworks. Closer to
us, at the edge of the parking area, a small portable stage had
been erected where the awards for the best costumes would be
handed out later.

In the quiet after I killed the engine I could hear the low,
throbbing hum of the vibrator shoved up eleven-year-old Karen's
ass. She was kneeling on the floorboards with her head resting in
her little sister's lap and her arms around her waist. Her butt
stuck up in the air and the tail attached to the modified vibe
swung back and forth, slapping gently against the dashboard.
Karen had black coolie slippers on her feet. A headband with
kitty ears attached crowned her mane of blonde hair. She was
wearing nothing else. Her nudity was concealed by the fantastical
leopard bodypaint Nate had airbrushed onto her. Nate would've
charged hundreds of dollars for that normally, but Karen's hot,
barely-pubescent cunt had earned it for her in fifteen minutes.

Karen's cheek rested on Renee's small thigh. Her head was
carefully turned to the side to prevent anything snagging her
whiskers, three titanium wires piercing the skin between her nose
and her upper lip. Her eyes were closed, concealing for the
moment the yellow cat's eye contact lenses that completed her
ensemble.

This was the fifth-grader's first experience with an anal
vibrator and she had found it terribly uncomfortable at first. As
we had driven up the hill from Nate's place she had grunted and
moaned as each bounce of the suspension caused her muscles to
clench around it. Karen looked almost relaxed now but her mind
was in a whirl. The new and intense sensations bombarding her
body made it difficult to think straight. There was still a dull,
burning ache in her ass and a feeling of uncomfortable fullness,
like a big poop wanting to come out, but giving into the urge to
tense her abdominal muscles and push just made it hurt worse. At
the same time, clenching up made her feel the slow, thrumming
vibration in her tummy, her thighs, and her overstimulated
clitoris. It was still sensitive from Mister Nate's tongue and
fingers, and as the truck bounced up the hill she could feel
ticklings of pleasure starting to radiate again from the swollen
bud.

Her fresh piercings still stung, though the pain had thankfully
receded from the bright agony she had first felt as the wires
punctured the skin of her face.  But the odd feeling of the metal
whiskers pressed against her gums and the way they pulled at the
tiny holes each time she moved her face or spoke made it
impossible to ignore.

And she was naked. You didn't realize, she thought, how much
clothing shielded your skin from the world. The grit on the floor
mat dug into her knees, the warm air from the heater blew across
her thighs and her back, the rough fabric of Renee's trousers
rubbed against her belly and her sensitive nipples. Each
sensation felt a thousand times more intense than if she had been
dressed. On top of that, her heart was stuttering in fear at the
thought that in just moments she would have to leave the relative
safety of the truck and spend the next two hours or more exposing
her preteen body to dozens of strangers. As much as she wanted to
show off her costume and win the prizes and acclaim from its
artistry, that meant she would have to show off her tiny titties
and her nearly-bald pussy as well, and hope that I was correct
that no one would realize they were covered in paint and not
fabric.

That was her dilemma in a nutshell. On the one hand she
desperately wanted the approval from her parents, peers, and
church role models for being the modest, innocent, virginal child
she pretended to be. On the other, she knew it was a lie. She
knew because I made sure she knew that she was unworthy of their
affection. I took every opportunity to fan the flames of her
sexual desire - and then satisfy it. When I had discovered her
perfectly normal and age-appropriate experiments with
masturbation, I had used her childish guilt as a lever to make
her my sex toy. And with each new act I made sure that both her
physical pleasure and emotional turmoil grew exponentially until
the young girl was completely unable to resist her body's urges,
and deeply ashamed of that inability. And now her mind was
churning with the fresh memory of Mister Nate's hands on her
body, his mouth fastened on her tender cunny. For weeks I had
been telling her that she was a whore but  today for the first
time she actually traded sex for something she wanted. Mister
Nate was a total stranger and within ten minutes of meeting him
she had found herself naked and spreadeagled before him. The
worst part was, she had enjoyed it. He had licked and nibbled her
to two wonderful orgasms; her button still tingled with the
memory. It's true, she told herself despairingly. I am a whore.
The thought echoed over and over in her head.

"Everybody out! Let's go trick-or-treating!" I hopped out of the
truck and ran around to the passenger side. I pulled the door
open to reveal the two children. Renee had already unlatched her
seatbelt  and was wiggling impatiently, trying to get out from
underneath Karen. I wrapped my hands around the older girl's slim
waist, just above where her hips were barely beginning to widen.
Her skin was soft and cool to my touch. I lifted her out of the
truck and set her on her feet next to me. The temperature had
dropped noticeably and the breeze had gotten gusty just in the
time it had taken us to drive up from Nate's. Karen clamped her
arms against her chest and pushed her hands down to cover her
crotch against the cold wind. The pale skin of her hands
contrasted with the dark, mottled paint covering her smooth mound
and abdomen. Dead leaves blew against her calves, and she began
shivering. Renee hopped out in her cute pirate costume, taking a
moment to  adjust the plastic sword and pistols in her belt. I
grabbed two orange cloth sacks from behind the seat.

Karen jumped as the door slammed shut. Her eyes were opened wide
as she stared wildly around her. There were plenty of people
walking in the gathering dusk, but none were very close to us and
no one paid us any particular attention. I knelt before her and
captured her wrists in my hands, prying her hands off her mound
and holding her arms at her sides. "What did we talk about,
Karen? If you act like you're naked, people are going to figure
out you're naked. Look, it's almost dark. As far as anyone will
be able to tell, you're wearing a costume like everyone else. But
if you slink around trying to cover up, people will wonder what
you're trying to cover, then they'll look close, then they'll
see."

The eleven-year-old was panting with anxiety. "I...I don't...I
don't think I can. Oh, geez..." She was shivering harder as the
cold wind picked up.

"Of course you can, sweetie," I said briskly. "You've been doing
so well at home. You walk around bare all the time there, don't
you? It doesn't bother you there, does it?" I bent to look
directly into her weird golden eyes. "Does it?"

"N..no, but..."

"No buts. You do it there, you can do it here. Just pretend
you're at home, if that helps. Karen, I know you can do this! Now
let's stop dallying and get some candy!"

"But I'm c-c-cold," she whined. "Can't I wear a coat? Pleeeease?"

"No, you can't. It'll spoil your costume." But the child really
did need something. The temperature was dropping lower. Up close,
I could see that her painted skin was covered with gooseflesh.
Her nipples were crinkled and stiff.  I reached into my own
quilted jacket and pulled out a small silver flask. I unscrewed
the lid and tipped it to her lips. "Here, take a little of this.
Just a small swallow, not too much."

Obediently, Karen drank. She swallowed and immediately began
choking and coughing. Her eyes teared up, and she made a face.
"What...what is that?"

"Blackberry brandy. It may not taste great, but it'll warm you
up."

Her expression cleared as she felt the liquor burn its way down
her throat and radiate out warmth from her rounded belly. "Wow,
it does..." I turned loose of her wrists and for the first time
she stood straight. She rubbed her hands on her tummy.

I leaned very close to the naked girl. Karen was tall for eleven,
so I had to look up at her outrageously painted face. "Karen, I
don't want you to get in trouble. There's nothing to be scared
of." As I spoke softly, encouragingly, I gently chafed her upper
arms, warming the chilled skin and feeling her childish muscles
shifting beneath my hands. Our faces were so close that I could
feel her warm breath on my skin. "You just have a fun secret from
all these people. At home it makes you feel sexy when you show
off your babycunt." I slid my hands off her arms, down over her
budding nipples, stroking gently down her belly, her abdomen, and
finally over the fine, invisible dusting of hair on her mound.
"It made you feel sexy to show Mister Nate your babycunt." Her
mouth fell open a little as I stroked my thumbs gently along her
slit, pushing her oversized clit from side to side as it peeked
out from under its hood. "Doesn't it make you feel sexy now? To
show  your babycunt to everyone without them knowing?"

Karen made a wordless sound of pleasure, a soft "Mmmmm..." as I
reversed one hand and rubbed my fingers along her vulva. Her
knees started to tremble and she rested her hands on my shoulders
to keep her balance.

"You do feel sexy now, don't you?" I curled my middle finger and
dragged it up and down her bald slit, feeling her inner labia
moisten and flower open under my gentle touch.

"Yesss..." she responded, her eyes closing as her attention
turned from the breezy night around us to the familiar pleasure
rising from her immature cunny. "Ah!" she exclaimed as my finger
slid slowly into her. Her grip tightened convulsively on my
shoulders as I began to pump my finger gently in and out. The
contrast between the heat and and the pulsating grip of her
vagina, and the cold wind blowing across my finger coated with
her moisture as it slid out was striking. When I pushed into her
hot, moist channel I could feel the thrumming of the vibrator in
her ass, in time with the attached tail as it swished back and
forth behind her. I pushed my palm against her clit, transferring
the vibration directly to her pleasure button, and Karen began to
moan quietly. She nibbled at her lower lip as her creamy
secretions squished audibly out around my digit.

When I judged that the child was thoroughly aroused but nowhere
near orgasm yet, I withdrew my finger. Her eyelids opened slowly
and her mouth pursed as she felt me leaving her. The three wires
piercing her skin twitched as her upper lip moved, and then
twitched again as she reacted to the sting the movement brought.
I licked my finger clean, savoring her delicious spicy taste,
then gently wiped away the aromatic goo that clung to her slit
and her puffy labia. "It makes me feel sexy, too, you know, to
know we have a sexy secret. Feel." I stood and placed her palm on
my fly. Her hand closed over the stiff shaft pressing out against
my tight jeans. She had come to know my penis intimately in the
past month, and she looked up at me curiously as she traced its
length.

"Wow, it's really big. Did I do that?"

"Yes, you did. You're such a sexy little girl. I love you naked
and I love that it's our secret. You're ready now, aren't you,
Karen? Let's go trick-or-treating."

And she was ready. Whether it was the pep talk, the effect of the
alcohol on her small body, the arousal I had just coaxed from
her, or some combination of all three, the child had mastered her
fear. I could still see her chest rise and fall deeply and
rapidly in excitement, and she was still covered in goosebumps,
but she set her head high and stood up straight, arching her back
and pushing out her puffy little nipples to the world.

Renee had been standing quietly during the entire discussion,
watching us with that flat, unemotional gaze that was so
disquieting in a little girl her age, but she broke into a big
grin and a little dance of impatient joy when I handed her and
her sister their candy sacks and, taking their hands, set off
through the parking area towards the street.

Karen's gait was still a little unsteady on the rough ground.
Occasionally she would grunt softly as a  footfall or a twitch of
her muscles intensified the dull pain in her ass. I led us across
the field, keeping some distance between us and the other
trick-or-treaters until we reached the road. As we were midway
between two of the infrequent streetlights we drew abreast of a
neighbor I knew slightly. He was escorting three boys. The oldest
looked about Renee's age and the youngest was a toddler. Karen's
small hand tightened in mine and she tried to half hide behind me
but I was having none of that. I squeezed her hand and tugged her
out into view. "Hi, Bob, how's it going?"

Bob returned my casual greeting. "And who is this?" he asked.
"Not yours? I didn't think you had kids."

"Nope, just some friends I borrowed so I could go
trick-or-treating," I chuckled. "The pirate is Renee, and this -"
I pulled Karen in front of me and held her there with my hands on
her shoulders. "This is my little cat, Karen."

"Avast there, Mister Bob!" Renee piped up. Karen, though, had
gone stiff with fear. Walking across the field had felt brave,
but now she was standing just inches from the man and his
children. She was sure he could tell, that he would shout out the
truth and she would be trapped, naked, in the middle of a jeering
crowd. She wanted to run. She wanted to die. She wanted the earth
to swallow her. She felt herself blushing hot waves of
humiliation under her body paint. She tried to speak but could
barely whisper a choked "Hi."

But Bob barely glanced at her. "Nice costumes," he said. "Well,
see you at the fireworks. C'mon kids, let's get some candy." And
he turned and strode away.

Incredulous relief washed over Karen. Her body prickled and
chilled as her flush faded. "It...it worked!" She hadn't really
believed until that moment that it would. She felt faint, and
giddy, and...something else. Unconsciously she rubbed a hand
against her mound. She closed her eyes and heaved a huge sigh as
she pressed down, feeling the vibrations pass more strongly
through her pubescent genitals.

"Told ya," I smirked. I took her hand back, and she shifted her
weight from foot to foot trying to preserve the momentary
stimulation. "Now let's go."

At the first house we were greeted by a woman done up as a witch,
green skin, warts and all. The front door was open and the foyer
was lit in red and green. The witch crouched over a large
cauldron. Fog bubbled out of it as she cackled and mugged. I hung
back as the girls stepped up on the porch. "Trick or treat!" they
called together, sending the witch into another bout of
hysterical, stereotypical laughter. She bent down to look closely
at the children. The dim, shifting lights concealed Karen's
nakedness as I knew they would. "Look at you, my pretties! A
pirate, come to steal my gold?"

"Arrrr!" Renee cried, brandishing her plastic sword.

"And you..." the woman stopped, momentarily startled as she got a
good look at Karen's yellow cat eyes. (That was the other thing I
was counting on. The contact lenses were so striking, I figured
few people would look closely beyond them.) "Oh, my! A jungle
cat! I have no magic to protect me from a leopard!" Karen curved
the fingers of her free hand into claws and growled. The warmth
flowing from the house bathed her face, her nipples, her belly
and thighs, contrasting with the cold wind blowing against her
back and her stuffed ass. The sensations of her nakedness were
inescapable but she found the growing confidence to ignore them.

Playing her part to the hilt, the witch shuffled back to her
cauldron and plunged her hand into its bubbling depths. A flick
of her wrist, and some candy dropped into the children's sacks.
"Thank you," the girls chorused. The witch let out another cackle
as they turned to go. They skipped down the porch steps, I took
their hands again and we headed for the next house.

For the next few houses it was normal trick-or-treating. Karen's
confidence grew as it appeared that her nudity went unnoticed.
She became more and more animated, skipping around and laughing
with her little sister as we walked between houses, growling and
hamming it up for the homeowners. After we left the fourth or
fifth house Karen began complaining of the cold again, so I let
her have another small swallow of blackberry brandy. As before,
she made a face at the liquor's flavor (and then another grimace
at the sting as the skin pulled around her fresh piercings), but
her shivering stopped and soon she was laughing again and
capering around us. She even got down on all fours like a cat,
sticking her skinny butt up in the air and wiggling it as her
tail lashed back and forth. That was a problem, though, as it
made the contours of her smooth, puffy lips plainly visible
between her skinny thighs.  Saying "Careful, kiddo! That's
showing off a bit more than  you want to," I reached out and
lightly slapped her vulva. She was so startled she fell over onto
her  back on the cold grass.

Karen groaned as her fall drove the butt plug further up her anal
passage, but then her breath caught as the new pressure
transmitted the vibrations more strongly to her tender clitoris.
I saw her face go slack in the dim light and her legs fell open.
Her breath huffed out and as her baby six-pack tensed and relaxed
I could clearly see a flash of pink between her dark-painted
labia. "Ah...ah...ah," she gasped as without thought her right
hand stole between her legs and her fingers gently rubbed at her
clitty. It was shaded nearly black like the rest of her lower
abdomen, crotch, and buttocks but under her touch it swelled
visibly and stood up proudly, gleaming wetly in the dim light and
spoiling the smooth lines of her naked vulva. Her undeveloped,
painted body looked beautifully and bizarrely slutty as she lay
spreadeagle on the grass. My cock throbbed inside my tight denim
pants as I imagined tearing off my own clothing and sinking it
into her smooth  bald slit right there. I could turn her over
onto her stomach and take her from behind. Then I could stand up
and carry her from house to house, her hairless labia split wide
and helplessly speared on my tool. I imagined her little feet
kicking as she squirmed deeper on my cock, gasping out "trick or
treat" as my cum dripped out of her swollen, abused cunt.

I shook my head to clear it of the lurid vision and glanced
around quickly. There were some people approaching. "C'mon,
Karen," I urged her,  "Get your hand off your babycunt and stand
up," but she didn't even hear me; she was totally focused on
coaxing more pleasure out of her oversized clit. A nearby
streetlight limned her naked body and it would be plain to anyone
passing by that she was masturbating shamelessly. I reached down
to drag her to her feet, but Renee beat me to it.

The third-grader had been very patient with all the delays
getting Karen painted and psyched up had caused, but now it
appeared her patience was at an end. She wanted to collect her
loot, and Karen's wanton sexual display was holding us up.
Dropping her sack, she grabbed Karen's hand in both of hers and
pulled, jerking it away from her cunny. "Karen! Stop acting like
a whore!" she said sharply. The older girl started at her little
sister's high voice and she seemed to come back to herself,
realizing just what she had been doing. Guiltily she scrambled
back to her feet and picked up her sack. Renee flounced off ahead
of us towards the next driveway.

I concealed a smile at Renee's outburst and Karen's response to
it. "Don't worry, sweetie," I spoke softly in her ear, patting
her comfortingly on the shoulder. "I know you can't help acting
like a whore - you ARE a whore, after all." Karen ducked her
head, her enjoyment curdling within her. She couldn't believe she
had just started playing with her cunny right out in the open. It
must be true, she thought, if she couldn't even keep her hands
off herself while trick-or-treating. Her button was tingling from
the stimulation and the vibrating buttplug seemed to be sending
ever-stronger waves of pleasure rolling through her, even as she
trembled with shame and self-recrimination. "If you keep playing
with your babycunt like that you're going to get all juicy and
messy and EVERYONE will know you're a whore. You don't want that,
do you?" Eyes stinging with unshed tears of humiliation, Karen
shook her head and walked ahead, following her little sister.

The next house was set a bit further back from the street than
most. Karen rang the bell, and the door was opened by a
bored-looking teenager. He appeared to be 14 or 15 at the most,
tall and skinny with an unruly mop of brown hair. He looked to be
in the middle of a growth spurt and at the moment his nose, hands
and feet were outpacing the rest of him. There was a heavy
dusting of acne across his cheeks and rather weak chin. I watched
from a few steps back as the girls struck their poses. I imagined
he had been dragooned into this role; perhaps his parents were
working on the fireworks setup. He looked with contempt at the
costumed children. His only response to their gleeful "Trick or
treat!" was to roll his eyes, heave the sigh of the
long-suffering teenager and step back, gesturing at a bowl full
of popcorn balls on a table behind him.

The table sat right under a chandelier, too large and too bright
for the space, but there was no way to stop Karen from walking in
behind Renee. Still, she might have gotten away clean if she
hadn't stumbled on the rustic faux-slate tile floor. She lurched
right into the boy who grabbed her arms to keep her upright, but
his eyes flew open when he felt not fabric as he expected, but
cool goose-pimpled skin. Astonished, he rubbed his hands over her
sides before she could react. "You're...you're...NAKED!" he
stuttered out. "Holy shit!"

Karen knew she was busted as soon as she felt the boy's hands on
her skin. For a brief moment she was paralyzed with fear, then
her brain short-circuited and her body went into blind panic
mode. Her arms flailed weakly and she literally began running in
circles - taking a step or two one way, then reversing course,
then going in a third direction. There was a roaring in her head
as her illusion of safety and her courage collapsed into terror.
The protection of her elaborate body paint disappeared and her
skin prickled all over. Her face burned and her stomach knotted.
There was nowhere to run. She was naked miles from home, the
clothes she'd been wearing had been thrown away, and her suitcase
was locked in my truck.

Renee whirled around and stared in distress as her big sister
lurched around the foyer in panic. She saw a spiteful smile
spread across the boy's face as Karen vainly tried to cover
herself with her thin arms. Renee was a tough little kid - she
had stood up to teenaged bullies on the playground, so her first
thought was to protect her older sister. She pushed between the
two older children and, putting her hands at her shoulder level
on the boy's stomach, tried to push him backwards. "Leave my
sister alone!" she shouted.

The boy's smile just grew wider. "I'm going to tell!" he said
gleefully. "You're naked, and I'm telling!" That was when I
stepped quickly into the house, grabbed his shoulder and spun him
to face me.

I glared down at him. I'm not a big guy but I overtopped him by
at least a head. "Don't be stupid, boy!"

His smile faded, replaced by an equally childish stubborn, sulky
expression. "I'm telling," he repeated with considerably less
force.

"That's stupid," I said again. "What do you think will happen if
you tell? Our car's right outside," I lied, "and we'll run and
get in it and be gone before anyone else comes. You think
anyone's going to believe you? They'll just think you're a crazy
little perv, which I bet you are anyway." The boy's eyes flashed
in anger but I could see he realized I was right. "On the other
hand..." I paused. "Got twenty bucks?"

"Why?" he demanded suspiciously.

"Well, if you got twenty bucks and you can keep your mouth shut,
rather than running away and making you look foolish, this naked
girl will suck your dick."

"What?!" Karen and boy exclaimed together. I reached around and
grabbed Karen to pull her in front of me. She cowered but I
pulled her arms and pressed my body against her, forcing her back
to arch. I could feel her trembling against my erect penis
through my jeans as I made her display herself to the teenager.
Renee stepped back, eyes wide, candy sack forgotten in her grip
as she looked up at me confronting the boy.

"You heard me. I bet you've never had a blow job, have you? You
could have one right now." I let go of her arms and pressed my
hands against her chest. The boy's mouth dropped open in
astonishment as I seized Karen's stiff nipples in my fingers,
tugging each walnut-sized painted nub in turn, stretching out one
then the other from her otherwise flat chest. Karen tried to pull
away but shock and fear robbed her of coordination and all she
could do was whimper and writhe back against me. She turned her
head away and closed her eyes tight, trying to make it all go
away. "Look at these titties! Here, feel them yourself. Go ahead,
it's okay." I grabbed his left hand and raised it to press his
fingers against Karen's right nipple. He gulped audibly but with
my encouragement he began twisting and pulling on it in rhythm
with my other hand. Karen's whimper turned to a wordless
exclamation of outrage. She tried to twist her body away but I
held her firmly between  us. The boy's face got red and I could
see his low-slung cargo shorts tenting out. "Look at her hot
little mouth," I continued. I moved one hand up to stroke across
her lips. I pressed a finger against her cupid's bow, making her
squeak in pain as I pressed the wires running beneath the skin
against her upper gumline. "She'll put your peter in her mouth -
IF you have twenty bucks. Do you?" He gulped again but was unable
to speak. He managed a jerky nod. "Well, go get it! Now!"

The boy jumped back at my order, forgetting to turn loose of
Karen's nipple first. It pulled way out before slipping through
his fingers. Karen yelled "Ow!" as the swollen, abused breast bud
snapped back to her chest. The boy ran back into the house,
turned a corner and we heard him galloping up the stairs.

Karen's nearly-flat chest was heaving with the effort of her
ineffectual struggles to get away. I spun her around to face me.
Tears welled up around her eerie contact lenses and spilled down
her cheeks as her painted face twisted. "No...I don't...I
can't..." she stuttered out as her wire whiskers twitched.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," I falsely assured her, "but you have
no choice." I spoke rapidly and softly. "It was all I could think
of to keep him from telling. We'd have to run away and you'd
probably get caught. You'd get arrested, and have to spend the
night in jail naked. All the police, the judge, everyone would
see like that. Your picture might even be in the paper! And,
look, that would be the end of our trick-or-treating. You don't
want to spoil things for your sister, do you, after she was so
brave and tried to protect you?" We both looked at Renee who was
looking anxiously from me, to Karen, to the back hallway where
the boy had disappeared.

Karen reluctantly shook her head. "No...but, but, I only
ever...with you," she stammered. "I don't know how to,
to...suck...anyone else."

"It's easy," I told her, getting down on my knees and looking
right into her glowing yellow contacts. "You'll do great. You're
a great cocksucker! You were great the first time you swallowed
my squirt at your school, and you've only gotten better. You just
have to work fast, before anyone else comes to the door. But I'll
help you. Okay?"

"I...I..." Karen didn't know what to say. She felt trapped. What
had seemed like such a great joke moments ago had somehow spun
completely out of control. She wanted to run, to hide, to
disappear and never come out again.

But she was out of time. We heard the boy galumphing down the
unseen stairs and a second later he burst through the back
archway and skidded to a stop in front of us. In one sweaty hand
he held out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. Karen stared dumbly at
it. I picked up her discarded candy sack and handed it to her.
"Here, sweetie," I said. "This is just the same, except you're
both getting a treat instead of only you. Go ahead, say it. Say
it!"

At my insistence, Karen held out her sack, though she stared at
the floor, unable to meet the boy's lustful gaze. "T...trick or
treat," she said tremulously. After a second, the boy figured out
that he was supposed to drop the money in her bag, but then they
both just stood there, unsure of what to do next. It looked like
organizing the party fell to me.

"Renee, go stand at the front door. Is anyone coming?" The little
girl shook her head. "Good, tell me if anyone starts up the walk.
Boy, why don't you sit down here." I half-led, half-shoved him
down into a small wing chair against one wall. On a small table
next to it were a few pieces of junk mail and a picture frame. A
rather frumpy-looking middle-aged couple and a slightly younger
version of the boy smiled out at us. The boy sat down but his
peter was quite obviously standing up in his shorts. I pulled
Karen over in front of him, then stood behind her and pressed my
hands on her shoulders, gently forcing the naked eleven-year-old
to her knees. I crouched down with her and whispered in her ear.
"Unzip his fly and take out his penis." When she hesitated I
reached down and grabbed the base of her tail, jiggling it and
the vibrator buried in her anal cavity. She yipped in surprise
and lost her balance, spreading her knees and falling forward,
catching  herself between the boy's thighs. "Do it now, Karen.
You have to. C'mon, it'll be easy," I wheedled. "Just do it and
we'll do more trick-or-treating, and when we're done I'll make
you feel good."

Karen gave up. She couldn't see any way to resist that wouldn't
lead to the dire consequences I had described. Her hands shook as
they reached out to tug at the boy's zipper. It came down easily
and she reached into the gap. She had spent a good part of the
last month on her knees just like this as I reclined on the giant
sectional couch in her family room and as a result she knew her
way around male underwear. Even trembling with anxiety as she
was, it was only a second before she fished out the boy's
erection. It was decent-sized for a kid his age, maybe 5 inches
long and not too thick. The circumcised head was curved a bit to
one side, dark purple and already slimy with precum. The entire
shaft pulsed and bobbed with the boy's racing heartbeat. Karen
stared at it, transfixed. After all, it was only the second penis
she had ever seen in her life. I had to put my hand on the back
of her neck and push her head gently towards it. She was
whimpering softly  as she bent forward until her lips pressed
against the tip. I watched closely over her bare shoulder as she
paused, gathering her courage, then her eyes closed and her lips
parted, and she slowly sucked about half the length of the boy's
adolescent peter into her mouth.

Unless I missed my guess, it was the first time in the kid's life
anyone but him had touched his penis. His entire body tensed. He
white-knuckled the chair arms and stared down in wonder at his
tool disappearing into the blond preteen's mouth. Karen's cheeks
hollowed and she made a sloppy sucking sound as she withdrew
until just the head was still between her lips, revealing the
thin shaft now shiny with her saliva. I could see her tongue
working in her cheeks as she used some of the skills I had taught
her. The boy twitched and writhed in the chair.

I reached down to wiggle Karen's tail again. She gulped the
boycock back into her mouth, making little groaning sounds in her
throat as the vibrator moved in her rectum. The sight was
beautiful - a naked preteen kneeling on the cold stone flooring
with her mouth stuffed full of adolescent cock. My own cock was
on fire and my heart was hammering in my chest from lust and the
excitement of the risk I was running - forcing a nude
fifth-grader to fellate a teenager in his own front hall with the
door wide open.

Karen's butt wriggled back and forth where it rested on the
upturned soles of her shoes as she tried to minimize the
discomfort of the anal vibe. Her shoulderblades shifted under her
painted skin as she raised and lowered, striving to find a
comfortable rhythm. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear as she
tightened her lips into a hot, pliable ring rising and falling,
rising and falling on the tube of flesh. "Good girl, Karen, what
a good little whore you are. You're the best cocksucker I know,
give this boy something he'll never forget. Suck that penis,
whore, suck it good! Earn your money!" The room was filled with
Karen's slurping noises and soft, high-pitched moans, and the
boy's rapid gasping as pleasure like he'd never known before
washed over him.

I'd figured he'd be quick and fortunately I was right. Just as
Renee cried out, "Someone's coming!" so was he. He stiffened and
pushed up out of the chair, burying his skinny tool to the root
in Karen's mouth. She gave a muffled yelp as her whiskers snagged
on his shorts. The boy grunted and Karen gagged as his cockhead
hit the back of her throat, and then she felt hot cum splashing
off her palate and filling her mouth. She made a soft choking
sound but, remembering her lessons, clamped her lips tight so
none of the sticky fluid would spill out. She backed off and
wrapped one hand around the shaft to prevent him from gagging her
again as he spasmed. I saw her throat work as she swallowed
repeatedly. The boy gave one more drawn-out groan then collapsed
in the chair. Karen sucked her mouth off the end of his tool and
milked it carefully, licking up the final drops of ejaculate as
they oozed out of the tip. I leaned back to glance out the front
door past  Renee. A gaggle of kids was about halfway up the long
front walk. I caught Karen under one armpit and pulled her to her
feet. She stared around wildly as if remembering where she was.
"You did great, Karen, but now we have to go. Pick up your sack,"
I reminded her. She took two shaky steps and bent to retrieve it
from the floor. Then, before I could say anything else, she fled
out the door and across the yard, away from the approaching
group. Renee hesitated a second and then ran after her.

I looked down at the teenager in the chair. Gone was the sulky,
closed expression, replaced by a mask of drooling, idiotic bliss.
I remembered that feeling, but there was no time to dwell on it
now. "Better do your pants up," I said. He jumped, clearly having
forgotten anyone else was in the house with him. "Oh, and if you
have any friends in the neighborhood your age, and they have
twenty bucks? Call them. Tell them we'll be walking around that
way." And with that I stepped out into the cool night air,
looking for the two children.

I didn't see them immediately but there was a thick clump of
bushes marking the property line with the next house and I
thought I spotted a flash of orange so I headed in that
direction. Sure enough, Karen was crouching in the shelter of the
tall shrubs. She squatted flat-footed, knees spread wide. The
tendons on the insides of her thighs stood out tense on either
side of her puffy, hairless lips as she shifted her balance in
the cold breeze. She had one hand clapped over her eyes and the
other was buried between her legs, her fingers frantically
strumming and pulling at her oversized, erect clitoris. She was
making desperate little "uh, uh, uh," noises. Her slit was pulled
wide open by her stance and even in the dim light I could see
that she was leaking, her pubescent juices oozing freely to
puddle on the cold ground beneath her. Renee was looking on in
perplexity, her mouth twisted quizzically inside her costume
beard. Fortunately, we were fairly  sheltered and in deep shadow.

I supposed a psychiatrist could've explained why the
fifth-grader's response to sexual abuse had become sexual
self-abuse, but I didn't seem to have one handy and in any case,
I didn't care. As long as her response involved sex and not, say,
dialing 911, we were right on track. I reached down, grabbed the
girl under her armpits, and hoisted her to her feet. She made a
sound of frustration as her hand was pulled off her little cunny
but I enfolded her in a hug. "Great job, Karen! I am soooo proud
of you. That was an awesome blowjob!" I continued to praise the
child extravagantly. Her childish mind spun as, once again, I
ladled on the adult approval she craved so badly for acts which
deep down she still believed were despicable and wrong. She
buried her face in my chest and clung tightly to me. I knew she
could feel my erection poking at her bare stomach through my
jeans and I thought I felt her grind herself lightly against it.
I gently pushed her away.  "We've got a lot more houses to do,
sweetie. You have to keep your hands off your babycunt or you'll
get too messy to be out in public." I swiped the cuff of my
jacket sleeve over her tender, swelling vulva to wipe it clean.
She groaned with frustration and her skinny hips twitched, but I
picked up her sack and put it in her hand. I saw that she was
lightly scraping her upper teeth across her tongue, trying to
clear the lingering taste of the boy's teenage sperm. I uncapped
my flask and handed it to her. She took a good-sized swallow of
the sweet brandy, coughed, and blew out hard as she felt the
warmth spread through her tummy again.

I led the two girls down the yard at an angle to the street so we
could walk back up the next driveway. Karen stumbled a bit on the
rough ground, then giggled. The potent spirits were starting to
have an effect on her. "Hey, did you see the expression on his
face when he squirted?" I said quietly. "I thought his eyes were
going to pop right out of his head."

Renee didn't react; she was all business again, all about the
candy, but Karen looked up at me a little goggle-eyed, the black
slits of her contact lens pupils swimming around in her sockets.
"Pop right out of his head," she repeated, then giggled some
more. The penultimate word sounded suspiciously like "hish". We
did the next two houses without incident although I noticed that
Karen was having trouble standing still. As she held her sack out
on the porches she was shifting from foot to foot as if she had
to pee. That wasn't the problem, though. The problem was her clit
had gotten so overstimulated that she felt every step and every
wiggle of the anal vibrator more and more keenly. My insistence
that she keep her hands off herself was starting to make her
crazy, and the alcohol was dissolving what little self-control
the eleven-year-old had. I had to warn her to hold her sack
higher, over her privates, because the paint no longer concealed
her  protruding pleasure button.

As we turned the corner onto a short cul-de-sac, I saw a figure
standing beneath a streetlight, looking anxiously around at the
passing groups of children. As we got closer I could see it was a
teenager. He was stocky and soft-looking with a fat belly and a
crewcut. "Karen," I whispered, "it's your next customer." Karen
stopped and looked up at me, trying to focus her eyes. "Our
little friend must've made some phone calls," I continued,
knowing darned well he had. "We'll make everyone pay the same,
but we kind of have to or else they can tell on us. You don't
mind, do you?" My words just washed over her. Between the liquor,
the sexual stimulation, and the emotional turmoil she seemed to
be kind of on automatic pilot.

"Um..." the boy cleared his throat as we drew abreast of him,
looking the children up and down before focusing on Karen's
costume. "Um...I got twenty dollars," tumbled out in a rush.

I said "Okay," but didn't stop, keeping a firm grip on the girls'
hands in mine. The boy trailed along behind us. When we reached
the first driveway I turned loose of the children. Renee ran on
ahead. Karen paused, confused, until I gave her a little push on
the shoulder and she stumbled after her little sister. The boy
started to follow but I grabbed his arm. "Not you, genius. See
those trees?" I indicated a circular stand of pines two houses
down. I knew there was a small space inside them that their
thickly-needled limbs hid from the street. "Go in there and wait.
We'll be along." He looked at me suspiciously as if trying to
figure out if this was all some elaborate practical joke on him.
Looking at his physique, his jug ears and his puzzled country
face, I imagined he'd been the butt of a few. "Go on," I urged
him. He opened his mouth, was unable to think of anything to say,
and finally turned and headed off.

I waited for the girls there at the curb and when they rejoined
me, I told Karen what was in store. I gave her instructions as we
walked to the next house. "You did great before, but we were in a
hurry. Talk to him a bit. Ask his name. And no matter what you
really think, once you get his thingy out, tell him it's a nice
one before you put it in your mouth." We reached the next house
just ahead of another group of children. They were unaccompanied
by an adult so I assumed they were local. There were a couple of
Harry Potters, a demon, and a very cool Princess Mononoke in
furs, big disc earrings, leggings and face paint.

After collecting their loot they all came back down the driveway
together with Renee and Karen. I hung back with my girls, letting
the other kids draw ahead so we would have no one near us as we
drew alongside the pine grove. When I started up the lawn to it,
though, Renee balked. "Do I haveta?" she asked, leaning back and
pulling against my arm. "I see Karen suck your thingy all the
time at home. I wanna do some more houses, I don't want to watch
her being a whore."

"Whoring," I replied absently. "You say, 'I don't want to watch
her whoring'."

"Well, I don't," the nine-year-old insisted.

I looked around. There were about ten more houses on the short
dead-end street. "Okay," I said. "You go on ahead and we'll catch
up with you as soon as Karen swallows this boy's squirt. But
don't go further than this street. If you finish this street
before we find you, you wait on the corner under the streetlight.
Understand?"

"Yay!" Renee turned and sprinted for the next house, tossing a
"Yes, sir!" over her shoulder.

Karen stood dumbly by through this exchange. Not so long ago she
would've been outraged or humiliated to hear her little sister
call her a whore, but now she had little visible reaction.
Possibly she was emotionally overloaded by the day's events,
starting with being unexpectedly prostituted to Nate, then
realizing she was being forced to walk the entire neighborhood
naked, and now finding that selling her body to strangers was an
expected part of trick-or-treating. Or she might just have been
too inebriated. It was the first time she had been given more
than a sip of wine with dinner and, weighing perhaps all of
seventy pounds it didn't take much. She was swaying on her feet
as I urged her on towards the trees.

We stepped into the small clearing onto a heavy carpet of dead
pine needles. Karen jumped and giggled as boughs brushed lightly
across her naked skin. The boy turned, his face and heavy body
dappled with the yellow-orange streetlight shining through the
trees. I gave the young girl a small push on her shoulder and she
stumbled forward. This time she knew her part and needed no
prompting. "Hi!" she said brightly, holding out her sack. "Trick
or treat!" The boy hesitated for a moment, then realized what she
was asking. He dug into the back pocket of his jeans and came out
with a bill. He spent rather longer than necessary unfolding and
smoothing it, then dropped it into the bag the child held open
before him.

"Thanks!" Karen said, and tossed the sack aside side. She stepped
forward and threw her arms as far around the boy as she could
reach, pressing her skinny nude body against him. She looked up
at him, digging her chin into his soft belly. "Whatsh your name?"
she asked. She was trying for coy.

"J...Jimmy," the boy stammered. He raised his arms hesitantly to
rub her back, but Karen stepped backwards.

"Well, guess what, Jimmy? I'm naked! Whee!" She raised her arms
and attempted a pirouette, but she'd never gone to her ballet
class drunk. She lost her balance and fell, giggling, onto the
pine needles. She bounced back to her feet, arms out to maintain
her balance. Then she stepped forward, suddenly all business, and
tugged at the boy's leather belt.

Jimmy appeared nonplussed by her antics but within a few seconds
she had his belt open and his jeans unzipped. She tugged hard at
the waistband but they were too tight around his chubby ass; he
had to help her pull them down. Then she yanked on his briefs,
revealing a pale, limp, uncircumcised tool, half-hidden
underneath his fat belly.

She wrapped her fingers around it, examining the first uncut
penis she'd ever seen. It began to swell in her hand as she
gently jacked at it. It must've looked weird to her with the
floppy bit of skin at the end, but just as instructed she cooed
over it. "Oooo, it's a nice one. I bet it's really
tashty...tasty!" Jimmy grunted as she leaned forward to kiss the
end of it, then slurped it into her mouth. It was small enough
for her to take the entire length.

The height difference between the two kids made it awkward. Jimmy
was too tall for Karen to kneel, but she had to lean down to get
her mouth around his half-erect peter and press her face into his
fat paunch. She put her hands around his thighs to keep her
balance, her fingers digging into his ass cheeks. The boy didn't
seem to know what to do with his own hands. He rested them
awkwardly on her narrow shoulders as she moved her head forward
and back, her long blonde hair swinging across her painted butt.
It wasn't more than thirty seconds, though, before I saw him
stiffen and his hands clutch at her. She moaned in protest but
kept working her lips and tongue as she felt a few drops of thin
goo spray into her mouth. Expecting more, she continued slurping
at his tool until he grunted with discomfort and pushed her away.
She staggered back two steps and straightened up. I could see she
was thinking, "Is that all?" but my coaching - and her parents'
years of  training her to be polite - kept her from speaking out.
She wiped her hand across her mouth, exclaimed "ow!" when she
accidentally pulled on a whisker, then bent to pick up her sack
and with a quick "Thanks!" in the boy's direction, grabbed my
hand and pulled me out of the clearing. I glanced back to see
Jimmy staring after us, dumbfounded, his pants around his ankles
and his pathetic little tool still drooping under his belly.

As soon as we got near the street, Karen stuck out her tongue.
"Yuck!" she said, making a face. "He smelled bad, and his squirt
tasted funny."

"You did good, then," I praised her. "If she's getting paid, a
good whore always makes the customer feel good." I gave her
shoulder a quick squeeze. "You're a good whore, Karen."

She stuck her tongue out again. "Can I have another sip of
brandy?"

"Okay, but just a little. Hey, there's Renee!" The younger girl
had visited only two houses in the time it had taken Jimmy to
blow his wad. "C'mon, let's catch her." Karen ran awkwardly
beside me, waddling a bit as the buttplug vibrated and shifted
inside her. Her tail tangled around her legs and almost tripped
her. We caught up with her younger sister and hit the houses at
the end of the street together. As we were walking back towards
the main road, we saw a different figure standing underneath the
same streetlight. Word was traveling fast. "Karen, looks like you
have another customer. Go on back in the trees and wait. Renee,
you can do these last three houses, plus the one on the corner,
but I don't want you to go any further than that, understand? If
we haven't caught up to you by then, start heading back here. But
don't let anyone see you going into the trees." We split up.
Renee headed up the driveway of the next house, Karen stumbled
off towards  the pine trees, and I walked on towards the figure
standing in the pool of light. He was tall, taller than me, but
hadn't started filling out yet. Straight, dirty-blonde hair fell
over his ears and curled over the collar of a letter jacket. He
had the wispy beginnings of a mustache at the outside edges of
his upper lip. "What's your sport?" I asked as I drew alongside
him.

He was hugging himself in the night air. The wind hadn't
slackened any, and the temperature was probably down around 50 by
now, if not lower. "Track," he said, as if it was the most
obvious thing in the world. "I got twenty dollars," he continued
with almost a hint of belligerence.

I said nothing, just jerked my head and started off back towards
the grove of trees. We stood at the curb for a minute as a bunch
of children passed us, then walked quickly into the shadows. The
boy was eager. His long legs carried him ahead of me and he
stepped through the trees into the clearing first, but then he
jerked to a stop. I shouldered past to see what had startled him.

Of course, it was Karen. She was face-down on the ground. Her
forehead was pillowed on her goodie sack. Her knees were drawn up
beneath her against her chest. She was not supporting herself on
her hands so her skinny ass stuck up in the air, pointed right at
us. She had reached back with her left hand and grasped her
costume tail, twisting it at the base to wiggle the vibrating
butt plug in her anus. Her right arm was underneath her,  hand
splayed against her labia with her middle finger buried in her
bald preteen vagina. She was plunging the finger in and out
rapidly. Her frantic groans and sighs were muffled by the carpet
of dead needles. Her smooth vulva and hand were shiny with
moisture and even in the dim light we could see more creamy goo
oozing out around her finger. "Shit," the boy whispered
reverently as I stepped around him to kneel beside the
masturbating eleven-year-old.

"Karen!" I said severely. I yanked her finger out of her tight
cunt. "What did I tell you about getting yourself too wet? We're
not done, and you have to stay presentable." I knocked her other
hand away from her tail, then seized it myself and twisted and
pushed it hard and deep into her rectum. She made a whistling
groan as her breath was forced out of her.  I spanked her, not
too hard, right on her gaping slit. "You are a nasty!" Smack!
"Messy!" Smack! "Little!" Smack! "Whore!" SmacksmackSMACK!  She
yelped softly with each blow but if anything, her cunt leaked
faster.

I pulled her to her feet. I straightened her kitty ear headband
and brushed her blond hair back into some semblance of order. Her
upper chest was smudged with dirt and humus from the ground. A
dead leaf clung to one puffy nipple. Her cunny lips were swollen
from the spanking I'd just administered. Even standing with her
legs together, her slit gaped open showing a streak of pink
between the dark brown paint. She blinked rapidly, trying to
focus on me. "You have a customer, you dirty little whore," I
chuckled. But she just stood there panting with her mouth half
open. With those contact lenses it was impossible to tell if she
even saw me. Sighing, I clamped my left hand over her mouth,
tucking my thumb underneath her jawbone so she couldn't wrench
free, then squeezed her swollen clitoris between my right thumb
and forefinger and pulled, hard!

That woke her up. She squealed into my hand and tried to leap
backwards but my grip on her clit brought her up short like a
poodle on a choke-chain. Her eyes teared up as the sudden pain
broke through her alcoholic haze, and finally I had her
attention. "Your sister's going to be waiting for us," I hissed
at her, too quietly for the teenager behind me to hear. "Now get
to work!" I let go of her mouth and her tortured clit, stood up
and stepped back.

The boy had already opened his pants and was rubbing himself
through boxer shorts as he watched me spank the little girl.
Karen took a shuddering breath and tried to compose herself. She
bent down to retrieve her sack, groaning softly at the friction
against her sore clit. Holding the sack open, she hobbled closer
to the boy, looking up at him. "Trick or treat," she said
thickly. The boy giggled, his voice cracking, and dropped a
sweaty bill he'd been holding in his left hand into her bag.
Karen stepped forward and pressed her hand against his boxers.
She groped for the placket in the dim light but when she failed
to find it immediately she just grabbed the waistband and pulled
down. The boy's cock popped out and bounced against her chin.

Freed from his underwear, it stood straight up against his belly.
It was a good inch longer than mine, although not as thick.
Except for a short tuft of blonde fuzz at the top of the base his
crotch and scrotum were hairless.

"Wow!" Karen exclaimed. "It'sh a big one!" The boy was tall
enough that she hardly had to bend down at all to gulp down his
tool. She wrapped her fist carefully around the base to control
the depth of his thrusts and began a rapid suction up and down.
She paused every few strokes to paint her tongue all around the
glans, licking it like an ice-cream cone. Meanwhile, her other
hand cupped his smooth tight nutsack, rolling his small balls
back and forth.

Once again, it didn't take long. It wasn't more than two minutes
of Karen's expert fellation before the boy tensed all over and
rose up on his toes, arching his back. His first shot of jizz
caught Karen while she licked at the head and sprayed right up
her upturned nose. She choked but shoved the stiff shaft into her
mouth, gasping and blowing in a vain attempt to clear her gummed
nostrils as the boy fired spurt after spurt of hot semen into
her. She swallowed, then had to open her mouth to get air. Cum
spilled from her lips and drooled down her chin. She took a deep
breath then determinedly clamped back down on the twitching
organ, slurping and sucking the last of the teen's orgasm out of
him.

It was the boy who pulled back, dragging his softening peter out
of her mouth with an audible "pop". Suddenly dizzy, Karen
staggered backwards and sat down hard on the ground, groaning and
arching her back as the impact drove the butt plug deep inside
her ass. She slumped over onto her side, hanging her head as her
slim body was wracked with a coughing fit. Globs of cum and
strings of mucus dripped thickly onto the ground. The teen looked
scared at her collapse. Afraid he had injured her, he hastily
pulled up his underwear, zipped up and left without looking back.

I sat down beside the child, tenderly brushing her long hair away
from her face as the coughing fit passed. Then I rolled her onto
her back and pillowed her head in my crossed legs. I used my
fingers to gently wipe away the cum blocking her nostrils, being
careful not to press too hard against her metal whiskers. Karen's
eyes were closed. I pushed my semen-coated finger into her
half-open mouth, rubbing it on her tongue. Her lips pursed around
my digit, sucking it clean and rolling the familiar taste around
her mouth. I continued to clean the smears of jizz off her face
and feed them to her, while with my other hand I slowly stroked
her cheeks, her neck, moving down to her chest and very gently
rubbing her painted nipples, brushing away the dirt and leafmold
as I went.

Karen's head was spinning. My touch was comforting but as my
fingers trailed across her sensitive titties, the jangling buzz
of her rising sexuality threatened to overwhelm everything else.
It was like she was two people. She was the little girl that went
to school, that played in the park, that sang in the church choir
- but she was also the whore. She felt like the whore was taking
over, just like the heat rising in her and the sparks shooting
from her boobies down to her  burning clitoris were taking over
her body. She thought about being back in school on Monday, her
classroom with the scarred veneer tables and plastic chairs, the
bright construction-paper displays under buzzing fluorescent
lights - but it was less and less the little girl she imagined,
and more and more the whore fighting to take her place. Caitlin
would ask how her trick-or-treating went, and she would try to
answer but the whore would speak first: "Pretty good. I got some
candy,  then I sucked three cocks full of sperm, and then later
on a grownup fucked me really hard" -  she was pretty sure I
would - "oh, and I was naked the whole time, that made my
babycunt soooo hot..."

"My babycunt," Karen whispered from my lap. The little girl was
getting smaller, fleeing from the heat roiling in her pubescent
vagina. The whore was taking over, and pretty soon the little
girl would be gone forever. "My whore babycunt, oh..." she
whimpered softly. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Karen cried for the vanishing little girl. She opened her legs
and drew them up, bending her knees and raising her slipper-clad
feet. As her pelvis rolled upwards her anus lifted off the ground
and her costume tail was freed from beneath her. It swished back
and forth between her legs, sweeping pine needles this way and
that as the vibrator hummed inside her. Her labia, swollen and
slick, spread apart to frame her vaginal opening dark and flushed
with blood. Her painted clitoris stood straight up nearly a full
inch, throbbing insistently in the cold night air.

I leaned forward slightly to rub my hands down Karen's slim
torso, tracing the bottom of her ribcage. I felt the muscles in
her abdomen jump as I gently massaged them, her tight little
sixpack tensing and releasing as her breath caught in her throat.
"Pleeease..." she sighed, "Oh, pleeeease, my babycunt...it's so
hot...please, touch it...touch meeeee..." Her spooky eyes were
closed. Her head rolled back and forth in my lap, pressing on my
burning stiff cock in very interesting ways. I leaned over
further and stroked my index finger across her engorged clitoris
as lightly as I could.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ahhHH!" Karen gasped and sighed at my touch. Her
arms were spread on the ground and her hands clutched
convulsively at handfuls of dead needles and debris. Her feet
kicked back and forth as her pelvis began to twitch and rotate
under my feather-light touch, and her piquant preadolescent scent
rose to mingle with the astringent pine aroma. I pushed my other
hand between her skinny spread thighs at the bottom of her bald
slit. Her baby honey poured out, filling my palm and overflowing
onto the ground. I raised the cupped hand and dribbled her hot
juice back over her and gently massaged it into her painted skin.
Her entire crotch glistened in the dim light. I trailed my finger
lightly up her spread slit, stroking up the underside of her
clit. "Oh, ah, ah, AH!" Her gasping moans got louder and more
frantic as the familiar wave of hot lava rose in her belly,
rising up to crash down on her. She was nearly at the crest,
nearly there...

Renee stepped into the clearing. Her eyes were bright in the
shadows. She took in the sight of her older sister on the brink
of orgasm. She put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm ready to
do more houses. Can't you get her to stop whoring?" But she was
giggling into her fake beard and her tone was only mock-severe.

I sat up, taking my hands off Karen's soaked, sticky crotch. She
moaned in frustration and pumped her hips in the air. "I think
Karen's done trick-or-treating. She's way too tired and too messy
to go to any more houses." Renee's face fell, but she brightened
as I continued. "You can go ahead, though, while I stay with
her." I glanced at my watch. "We still have maybe half an hour,
forty-five minutes 'til the fireworks, so we can do one more
street. C'mon, Karen, time to go." I shook her shoulder gently.
She groaned in protest but I stood up, pulling the dazed and
sexually overloaded preteen to her feet. She swayed and
staggered, her eyes only half-open. Her face was clean but her
crotch area was a mess, slick and shiny with aromatic goo. Her
cunt gaped open, totally ruining the illusion of her bodypaint.
There was no way she could stand under another porchlight. I
picked up her sack and, checking first to make sure the street
was empty around us, we left  the clearing. Renee skipped ahead.

We made it back to the main road, bypassing a couple of houses
and keeping clear of the other groups of costumed children until
we reached the next cul-de-sac. I knew this was a longer street
of perhaps twenty or twenty-five houses. It wound down the
hillside towards a small pond at the bottom. One of the houses
close to the corner was for sale and had been vacant for some
time. I recalled it had a small picnic shelter in its backyard
which was hidden from the street. I stopped on the corner. Karen
stood with her head down, holding my hand. I could hear the
breath whistling in her nose. Her chest rose and fell deeply, as
if she had been running. Her hips twitched as her costume tail
lashed back and forth, and I could see juice was continuing to
ooze from her cunny. The insides of her skinny thighs were shiny
with streaks and drips of wetness. I pointed at the empty house.
"We're going to be over there, in the back," I told Renee. "You
can do this entire  street, and when you're done you come find
us. If the fireworks start before you've made it all the way
around, though, you stop right away and come back. Understand?"

Renee said, "Uh-huh," but she was bouncing in place in her
impatience to go out on her own.

"Okay, what'd I say?"

"Um...do this street and if the fireworks start, but you'll be
over there, and I should stop then...?"

Close enough. "Okay. And you know not to ring the doorbell if the
porchlight's out, right?"

"Yes," Dumb grownups. Did I think she was a baby or something?

"All right. See you in a while," I watched her cute bubble butt
trotting away, then tugged on Karen's hand and headed for the
empty house. She trudged along next to me, too tired to even look
around.

As we approached the dark bulk of the house, a group stepped out
of the shadows. I paused, prepared to give them a wide berth to
conceal Karen's disheveled state - but in a second I realized
they were not children in costume, but a group of older boys. I
stopped and let them approach us. One of them stepped forward.
"Hi," he said tentatively. I didn't reply. "Um...we have twenty
dollars...?"

"Each?" I asked.

The boy answered "Yes!" sharply before he realized I was poking
fun.

"Okay, we're going behind the house, there. You all wait a minute
or two and then c'mon back." Karen kept her eyes downcast. She
appeared to not be paying any attention at all to the group of
older males ogling her nude body. I tugged her hand and we
started walking again.

"She don't look so good," I heard a voice say as we passed. I
stopped and turned.

"No, she's fine, just a little tired." I put a hand under the
child's chin, raising her face to look at the boys and bent to
whisper in her ear. "You're ready for some more sex, aren't you
sweetie?"

Karen's eyes swam into focus, her yellow contacts taking in the
group. "I'm a whore," she said dully in her high child's voice.
"My whore babycunt's burning up." I smiled at the boys and tugged
the child back into motion.

"Damn," I head someone say behind us as we walked across the
lawn.

We slipped around the back of the darkened house. The shelter was
there where I remembered it, with a stone picnic table and
benches. I put Karen's sack on the table and set her on one of
the benches and gently pushed her down to lie on her back. She
didn't seem to feel the cold any more, not even with her backside
pressed against the chilled rough stone. She drew up her heels on
the bench and let her legs fall open, exposing her puffy labia
and gaping slit. Her pink vaginal opening gleamed wetly, looking
almost black in the bright orangeish glow from the security light
on the back of the house.

Karen blinked her eyes repeatedly, and raised a trembling hand to
rub at them. "Are your eyes bothering you, sweetie?" I asked.

She nodded. "They itch."

"Okay, I'm going to take your contacts out. Hold still." I
pressed a hand on her forehead. A shiver wracked her; perhaps she
was remembering the sting of the wires piercing her skin when
last I held her like that. I leaned over her and carefully
removed the soft lenses, revealing her own deep blue eyes. They
were watery and bloodshot, but seemed fine otherwise. I stroked
her forehead gently for a minute or two.

Bobbing shadows spread across the lawn towards us. I looked up as
the group of teen boys surrounded the bench, staring down
reverently at the naked little girl. I could see bulges forming
in their pants as they watched, but no one seemed ready to break
the silence.

"Okay, who's first?" I said. Startled faces looked down at me,
until one boy stepped forward, a tall, muscular black kid with a
high and tight haircut.  I gestured towards the sack on the table
and he dropped a bill inside. Then I directed him to kneel at
Karen's head and open his pants. His cock sprang out, not the
black monster of song and story but just an average-sized teenage
penis, bobbing in the orange sodium-vapor light. He was
uncircumcised but the foreskin was already fully retracted.
Gently I turned Karen's head to the side. Her eyes slowly focused
on the cock pointing at her face. I look her hand in mine and
gently wrapped it around the boy's tool. I stroked a finger
lightly down her cheek and whispered "Time to go to work again,"
in her ear. Without hesitation the eleven-year-old tugged on the
chocolate-colored penis in her pale fist, pulling it towards her
mouth. The boy leaned forward, gasping as he felt himself
enveloped in Karen's warm,  moist oral cavity. She began sucking
and slurping noisily. The angle was awkward but the boy soon
figured out how to help her by rocking his hips gently back and
forth. The little girl's cheek bulged with the outline of the
boy's cockhead.

Karen made little grunts and sighs as the teenaged penis pistoned
slowly in and out between her lips. Her thighs began to slowly
scissor open and closed. She tried to reach down with her other
hand to play with herself but her arm was slow and uncoordinated,
and each time I pulled it away and pressed it back down to the
ground. There was no particular reason for that; I was just
teasing her when it occurred to me, why not? I knew that to be
safe I'd have to start Karen using birth control before long, but
for now she was probably still young enough. I looked around the
circle of avid teenaged faces watching their buddy penetrate
Karen's mouth and waiting their turns. I settled on a short blond
boy, barely taller than Karen. He looked like he'd hardly entered
puberty himself, so I figured he'd be about the right size.
"You," I pointed at him, "Yeah, you. What's your name, kid?"

"Ward," he answered, "Ward Holzer."

"Well, Ward Holzer, have you fucked a girl yet?" He gulped and
shook his head. "You're going to right now. Put your money in the
bag and step up."

Ward tripped over his own feet trying to walk and dig in his
pants pocket at the same time, but he managed to fish out a
wrinkled twenty and drop it in Karen's candy bag. I stood up and
guided him to kneel on the end of the bench. He stared down at
the naked child writhing before him. His face was sweaty. For the
moment, the only sounds were his breathing, the rustling of the
other boys as they watched the obscene spectacle, and the
slurping of Karen sucking the black boy's cock. Then he opened
his pants and I saw that I had guessed wrong. Really wrong. The
boy was huge. His penis was longer than mine if not freakishly
so, but it looked twice as thick, maybe more. Veins snaked down
the shaft to a well-grown blond bush, and his balls hung heavy
below. The circumcised head flared out from a gaping pisshole. I
raised my eyebrows and mouthed "whoa". The boy grinned
self-consciously and cupped his hand around the glans, spreading
slippery precum all over and  along the ridge. He stared down at
Karen's swollen, shiny vulva and her plugged anus with the tail
swishing from side to side on the bench. "Um...where do I...?"

I leaned down and placed the tip of my finger at the bottom of
Karen's slit, showing the inexperienced boy where to go. He
leaned down awkwardly, gripping the edge of the bench to support
his weight, and wedged the very tip of his penis against Karen's
leaking vagina. "Now push," I told him, and he did.

Karen's eyes opened wide as she felt the boy's girth shoving into
her. She spit out the cock in her mouth, raising her head and
looking down to see the thick member splitting her open. I had
gotten her well-used to being fucked, but this invader was far
larger than she was used to. "Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. "Ooooooh,
aaaaah, aaaaaahhAAAIIEE! OH, my babycunt, my babycunt! Ow! Ow!
OW!" She grimaced and the black boy yelped as her hand clutched
at his tool forgotten in her grip.

The blond bottomed out with a couple of inches still outside, as
I knew he would. "Dude, check it out!" I heard someone murmur.
Karen's cuntlips were unbelievably stretched into a tight, thin
ring around the boy's thick, no-longer-virgin penis. Her clit
hood was pulled completely out of shape and the oversized bud
smashed against the top of his shaft. As he pulled back her
undeveloped inner lips clung and pulled out, grasping and
squeezing at the flesh tube, then her chubby labia swelled and
parted as he shoved back in.

"Oh, OH, AH, AH, AAAIE!" That single stroke was all it took to
finally push Karen over the edge. Her head snapped back and the
cords in her neck stood out. Her long hair swished from side to
side, rippling down and dragging on the ground. Her back arched
and I saw the muscles in her abdomen spasm as her orgasm smashed
into her. Her legs kicked straight out in the air, squeezing the
skinny teenager between her thighs. It was all he could do to
hang on as her juvenile cunt clamped down on his tool, squeezing
and twisting against it. The anal vibrator thrummed against the
girl's overstuffed, bulging vaginal cavity, increasing the boy's
surprised pleasure.

Karen's jerky, yipping cries became long low moans as the most
intense spasms crested. Her orgasm receded but never really ended
as the boy resumed stroking into her. She was tight, so tight he
had to go very slowly. "Ohhh, my babycunt. Ohhh, my babycunt.
Fuck my babycunt," she whined over and over. Frustrated, the
black boy took her head in his hands and turned it to the side
again. When her mouth opened he shoved his cock back in. Her
moaning turned to a muffled "Mmmmph! Mmmaaph!" and the vibrations
from her throat quickly proved too much. The boy's face screwed
up and his hips jerked forward. Karen felt his cockhead swell and
then it was spewing jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. She
swallowed as quickly as she could but it was difficult with her
neck twisted to the side like that. Her mouth filled and semen
oozed out around the boy's tool, dripping off her lips and
hanging in gooey threads from her cheek.

The boy slumped back on his heels and his cock popped out of
Karen's mouth. It waved in the cold air, rapidly deflating into
his lap. Karen's hand dropped limply to the ground. She drew a
ragged breath and let it out in an unsteady moan as the blond boy
fucked into her again. The black guy stood up shakily and stepped
back, and he was immediately replaced by another teen, who
already had his stiff cock out. He didn't waste any time. He
leaned over Karen to drop his money in her bag, then knelt and
with one hand bent his erection down to swipe it over the
fifth-grader's slack lips. She opened her blue eyes briefly then
let them drift closed as she craned her neck forward to slurp in
the new tool.

Seconds later the blond boy started grunting and jerking between
Karen's skinny spread thighs. "Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!" he
groaned as he pressed himself deeply into her juvenile cunt.
Karen gave a muffled scream as she felt hot cum splashing inside
her. It triggered another wrenching series of orgasmic
contractions. She was stuffed completely full and there was no
place for the goo to go but out, oozing and squirting around her
impossibly-stretched labia, mixed with her own slippery cunt
cream. She strained to spread her thighs as wide as she possibly
could, trying to reduce the intolerably delicious pain of the
boy's huge cock stuffed into her. I could see the tube of flesh
rhythmically bulging as each shot of semen pulsed through it. The
boy held himself still between the fifth-grader's legs for
several seconds, then with a groan he slumped back. Her cunt
gaped wide open as he pulled out and stood. I watched her labia
slowly start to close, forcing  out a thick river of mingled
sperm and her own juice. It dripped down to cover the buzzing end
of the vibrator still buried in her asshole. Karen groaned around
her mouthful of cock and her belly heaved and rippled as she
continued to orgasm; I could see her inner passage clenching
between her gaping, stretched labia but then another boy stepped
up and dropped a twenty in her sack.

And that's the way it went from there. I stopped paying much
attention to their faces. I leaned my butt against the picnic
table, made sure that they put money in Karen's sack first, and
that none of them mistreated her. Teen boys, bless 'em, all of
them were quick. No one lasted as long as five minutes once they
penetrated the fifth grader; one boy didn't even manage to get
his peter into her mouth before he blew, squirting ropes of
pearly cum all over her face and neck. On the periphery of my
vision I saw at least one boy talking on his cellphone, which I
supposed was why the group kept changing.

Not even the most extreme sex I had previously coerced Karen into
had prepared her for this. Counting the anal vibrator the
barely-pubescent child was being continuously triple-penetrated.
No sooner did one cock shoot hot cum down her throat than another
was shoved in her face. Her nose was full of the smell of male
sweat and excitement. Each cock felt different, every load of
semen tasted different. Some were thin and runny, some thick and
gooey, as one after another they filled her mouth. After awhile
she gave up trying to swallow and just let the slimy mucus slide
down her throat and the rest spill back out of her mouth.

Her cunt was on fire. Her whole body was on fire. A cock would
pull out, leaving her feeling empty and hollow, cold air blowing
across wet skin and up her gaping channel, but then another boy
would settle into place and thrust into her. She groaned as each
new penis slid into her and she felt her cunt grip it and
squeeze, her muscles rippling and spasming. Her legs were split
wide, heels alternately resting on the ground and flailing in the
air, thigh muscles twitching from the stress of the position. She
could hardly feel individual parts of her body any more; all she
felt was an endless series of orgasmic waves. They no longer
registered as pleasure in particular, because she felt nothing
else.

I had lost track of time myself. I watched Karen's ongoing
gangbang through a haze of lust. My cock was aching to be set
free from my tight jeans, but I didn't want to lose the ability
to control the situation. I knew that my turn would arrive soon
enough. Suddenly, a red blaze streaked up into the air over the
trees, exploding in a starburst and painting the child's naked,
sweaty, cum-streaked body with a lurid crimson glow. It was the
signal that the fireworks would be starting soon. "Okay, guys," I
croaked, mouth dry with excitement. I swallowed and tried again.
"Okay, guys, time to finish up." There were some muted whines
from late arrivals but I just crossed my arms and looked
intimidating. The boy in Karen's mouth grimaced and threw his
head back and pumped a last load into her face. He lost his
balance and his cock popped out of her mouth, scraping the head
painfully on her teeth and streaking his last shot across her
smudged and sweaty cheek.  Karen coughed and swallowed and
coughed again. Bubbles of cum formed and popped between her lips
and ran down her face.

She turned her head upwards. Her blue eyes were open but I don't
think she saw anything, not even the burly teenager looming over
her, grunting and sweating as he fucked her hard and fast. Tears
ran down her cheeks, diluting the streaks and blobs of cum
covering her painted face. She was sobbing and moaning and
grunting all at once, whispering in a strained, clotted voice,
"My babycunt, my babycunt, oh fuck my babycunt," over and over.

Finally the boy mounting her shuddered through his orgasm. He
stood shakily and did up his pants. The group of boys milled
around but gradually started moving away until Karen and I were
alone in the cold. Her arms and legs hung down to the ground,
twitching randomly as diminishing orgasmic waves coursed through
her body. Her cunt gaped wide open, her labia so stretched that I
could've inserted two fingers without touching either side. She
was overflowing with cum. Her entire crotch up to her navel and
down the insides of her thighs was thoroughly slimed with globs
of semen and drying streaks of her own pubescent juices. Her face
was similarly covered. Even the wires piercing her were gummed
together with strands of semen. Her hair was tangled, full of
leaf mold and dirt where it lay on the ground, and matted with
drying jizz. She stank, a sharp odor composed of her own sweat
and the boys', her spicy cunt juices, and the sour, ammoniac
smell of cum.

As the cold wind blew across her naked body, Karen's eyes slowly
swam back into focus. "Oh, geez," she whispered, and coughed
again, spitting out a glob of semen onto her chin. She lifted her
hands and slowly rubbed them down her torso, gingerly touching
her sore, swollen nipples. She grimaced as her fingers rubbed
through the sticky mess coating her abdomen. She attempted to
close her thighs and winced in pain as raw, abraded tissues
protested. I sat down on the bench and pillowed her head in my
crotch. Using a corner of her cloth candy sack, I did what I
could to scrub her face clean. I gathered her waist-length hair
into a ponytail and brushed away the worst of the leaves and
debris. Cum had already dried in it; the tangles would have to
wait until I could get her into a shower. "Ohhh, my babycunt,"
she moaned, "oh geez, it stings."

I placed her head gently back on the bench so I could stand. I
groped below her gooey, cum-soaked vulva until I found the switch
on the buttplug, still vibrating buried in her ass. I turned it
off and in the sudden silence I heard Karen catch her breath and
gulp. I took her hands in mine and gently pulled her to a sitting
position, straddling the bench. I heard a footfall behind me. I
turned my head and there was Renee, dragging a bulging sack
behind her. "I had more houses I coulda done, but when I saw the
fireworks I stopped and came right here," she said proudly.

"Good girl," I praised her. "Come here and help me, will you?
Your sister is pretty tired." Renee came closer, her eyes moving
up and down her big sister's naked form.

"Wow," she said, taking in Karen's puffy, tear- and
sperm-streaked face and the slimy mess oozing from between the
older girl's legs, "She must've fucked a whole lot. Karen, were
you whoring the whole time I was gone?" Karen mumbled something
unintelligible in reply. She shifted uncomfortably on the cold,
rough stone bench, trying to find a position that spared both her
abraded vagina and her plugged rectum.

"She did great," I told Renee, "but now she's one tired little
whore, and we need to get back to the truck so we can watch the
fireworks. Carry her candy, will you please?" I held out Karen's
sack, Renee held hers open and I dropped it in.

Karen was staring dully at the ground. She was starting to shiver
as the sexual flush drained away and the cold wind struck her wet
skin. She needed to be covered up; there was no way she could be
seen by anyone in her present state. I shrugged out of my jacket
and draped it around her, buttoning the top button to make a
cape. It would reach her knees when she walked. Unfortunately,
walking turned out to be beyond her current ability. I pulled her
to a standing position; she took one shaky step and then
collapsed face-down onto the grass. She writhed slightly, pushing
up with her hands and struggling to get her feet underneath her.
"Oh dear," I said, stooping to pick her up. "Can you hold on to
me, sweetie?" I pulled her arms around my neck and stood,
carrying her on my back. Her head rested on my shoulder. As I
settled her in place she burped loudly. Her breath was redolent
of sperm. Right away I felt wetness from her crotch soaking
through the back of  my sweater. I hitched my arms underneath her
thighs. Her feet swung limply on either side of me. I said
"C'mon, Renee, let's go," and we set off back up the hill to the
common and my parked truck. As my gait bumped her belly against
my back, the young girl hiccuped and belched repeated puffs of
warm, cum-scented breath on my cheek.

We got back to the parking area just as the first fireworks burst
overhead. The wonderful, deep "thumps" that you can feel all
through your body woke Karen up. She raised her head and gasped
in delight at the multicolored starbursts. When we reached the
truck I stooped to set her gently back on her feet, murmuring,
"Can you stand up for just a minute?" She nodded, grabbing on to
the truck for support as her knobby knees trembled with
exhaustion. I vaulted up into the truck bed and quickly made a
pallet from a pile of sleeping bags and old quilts and blankets
and couch cushions I had put there earlier in the day. Rather
than let down the tailgate I just reached over the side. Renee
handed up her sack first, then I grabbed her around her thin
wrists and lifted. She wall-walked up the side of the truck and
over into the bed. Then I bent down and grabbed Karen under her
arms and lifted her up and over, too.

We burrowed between the many layers of the pallet and within
seconds we were all snuggled down warm, surrounded by the truck
sidewalls and out of view. The girls turned their faces upwards,
watching the display. Their faces were washed by the multicolored
explosions, their eyes wide and smiling. Now it was my turn.

I reached down under the covers and unsnapped my jeans, pulling
the zipper down and freeing my penis. Unconstrained by the tight
fabric it sprang to full hardness. I unwrapped Karen's limp nude
form from my jacket and pulled her on top of me, back-to-front.
She was much too tired to resist. I stroked my hands down her
sticky front and gently pulled her thighs apart so that her legs
rested outside mine. I grabbed my cock and pushed it down, lining
it up with her sore, abused preteen vagina. In a single smooth
thrust I buried myself almost to the hilt in her. I slid in
easily; her cunt felt looser but no less hot. I enjoyed the weird
feeling of cum squishing out all around my shaft.

Karen groaned as she felt herself penetrated yet again. My cock
pushed against the now-inert bulk of the buttplug still buried in
her ass. "Owwwooo," she moaned, "oh, it's sore, you're hurting my
babycunt, pleeeeease, ow." She whimpered on for a moment but 
trailed off when I didn't start thrusting. I was perfectly
content to just sit there with my stiff, adult cock shoved up her
eleven-year-old cunny, feeling her channel spasm around me. I
occasionally flexed my groin, making her clench and twitch as my
glans expanded. Her delicious liquid heat seeped into me. I
stroked her naked body gently, lightly tweaking her nipples and
enjoying the feel of her breathing against me, her warm weight
pressing me gently down into the cushions.

"You're such a good little girl," I murmured into her ear. "I'm
so proud of you. You did so well tonight. You are so very special
and I love you so very much." I continued to praise her softly
under the bursting fireworks, glorying in the feel of my tool
engulfed in her hot little snatch. I'd been hard all night,
watching her prostitute herself first to Nate and then to a
mostly nameless, faceless stream of teenagers, knowing that every
dick thrust into her, every load of hot cum squirted into her
mouth and down her throat, was just a little more of her
childhood erased. Each stroke into her tight preteen vagina
pounded the belief just a little bit deeper into her that she was
indeed the whore I was making her.

Karen smiled sleepily through her discomfort but didn't otherwise
respond to my praise. She was watching the fireworks intently as
was her little sister beside us. I slid one hand over to the
younger girl, squeezing her thigh through her trousers and
passing my hand lightly over her crotch, her rounded belly, and
her flat chest. "You were really helpful tonight, Renee, and I
appreciate the way you let Karen do her whoring. I bet she's
going to be sleeping late tomorrow, and while she is we'll do
something special, just you and me, okay?" The child nodded
absently, most of her attention focused on the pyrotechnics. An
especially bright white starburst lit her face momentarily and I
saw something odd in her fake beard. I continued to watch her
face until another bright burst illuminated us, and then I was
sure. Well, well, we definitely would have something very special
to do tomorrow.

The fireworks came to a climax with a rapid volley of larger
explosions. As the last burst died away, the silence was filled
with the rattle of a generator starting up, and then the lights
strung over the makeshift stage flickered on. It was time for the
prizes.

The girls and I struggled to a more upright position so we could
see the stage over the sill of the truck bed. Karen grunted as
the change in position forced my cock a bit more deeply into her.
I wrapped an arm around her naked stomach and lightly kissed the
back of her neck. "Sorry," I whispered, grunting a bit myself as
the delicious feel of her cunt sliding down on me brought me
closer to the edge. I didn't want to cum yet, I was holding out
for when I got the girls home, got Karen cleaned up and the wires
pulled from her face and got us all naked in my big bed. I wanted
to fuck her properly before going to sleep.

They handed out a number of subsidiary awards. Each time the man
holding the mic would name the award - for most creative,
scariest, ugliest, and so on - then describe the costume and the
approximate age of the child and ask him or her to step forward
to claim their prize, which was an engraved medallion on a black
and orange ribbon. Some of the kids weren't there; many of the
younger ones were fading after the long evening and were led or
carried up to the stage by an adult. Then it came time for the
prize for overall best. "This year is unusual," he announced, "in
that the judges were unanimous in their choice. Someone put a lot
of work into handpainting a costume and doing up the facepaint to
match, and we were all impressed by how well the little girl
stayed in character. So the winner for best costume this year is
a girl, she's maybe ten or eleven with very long blond hair,
dressed up as a wild leopard!" Scattered applause greeted the
announcement,  and the man continued, "Are you still here,
darlin'?" He shaded his eyes and peered out into the crowd. "Come
on up and get your prize if you are."

There was no way Karen could appear uncovered. Her sperm-smeared
body completely defeated the concealing lines of her bodypaint.
But carried in my arms and wrapped in my jacket, stepping into
the light just long enough to claim her medal, I figured we could
get away with it. I scrunched down and lifted around her waist at
the same time. We gasped together as my cock slid out of her.
Working quickly under the covers I wrapped her in my jacket
again, this time zipping it up all the way. She poked her arms
into the sleeves. I crawled to the back of the truck and let down
the tailgate, and slid down carefully. I was careful because I
hadn't zipped up my pants and my rampant cock was still hanging
out, but there was no one right by us to see. Karen scooted to
the end of the tailgate, legs dangling. I spread her legs out
around me. She saw a brief flash of my naked penis before I
draped my jacket over it. I cupped my hands under her butt and
lifted. I did a  quick little dance, working blind under the
jacket and then - "aaaaaaah," I sighed.

"AaaaaHH!" Karen yipped as my cock slid back into her hot little
cunny. She kicked her legs and writhed, groaning at the
unexpected penetration. I supported her with my arms but her
weight bore down, pushing my organ deep inside her until it
bottomed out. "Ow! OW!" she complained.

I shushed her, squeezing her tightly. I did a quick check to see
that my jacket concealed our nakedness, then started towards the
stage. It was all too fast for her to protest. Each step sent a
wonderful shock of pleasure through me as the fifth-grader's
tight, grasping vagina bounced on my penis. She squirmed and
struggled a bit but quickly realized there was no way to escape
without revealing to everyone that she was getting fucked. Even
as tired and as worn out as she was, a hot flush crept up her
cheeks as she realized she was having public sex in front of
literally dozens of adults.

I strode up to the stage and carried Karen up the three steps to
the platform. I took each step with a little extra push, gasping
quietly as her twitching, hot cunt slid up and down my shaft. I
felt my balls start to tighten as I walked to center stage,
turning around so that it was Karen's painted face towards the
audience and not mine. The paint obscured her stricken expression
as she struggled to hide her embarrassment and not visibly react
to the feeling of my cock thrusting into her under my jacket as
she accepted her medallion. "Hold it up," urged the emcee, "so
everyone can see." As she raised her arm overhead, the shift of
her weight sent me over the edge. My ears burned as they filled
with applause, and it took all my self-control to remain
absolutely still as I ejaculated violently into the little girl.
Karen felt it, too, and she grunted softly and kicked her bare
legs involuntarily as each splash of hot semen spurted into her.

I stood still as my orgasm faded, maybe a moment too long as the
applause finished, before I trusted myself to turn and speak.
"Thank you very much," I squeaked out, my voice breaking like it
hadn't since I was fifteen. I felt wetness flowing over my
exposed scrotum under the jacket, chilling it as the breeze
skirled around us.  I jiggled Karen in my arms, and as I did I
felt something liquid plop down onto the toe of my sneaker. Not
daring to look, I said, "Say 'thank you', honey." What came out
of Karen mouth instead was a choked, inarticulate squeak of
outrage and frustration at my little joke on her. "She's very
tired," I apologized, and hustled us down off the stage and back
to the truck.

I fumbled my keys out of my pocket, holding Karen tight against
me with one hand as she continued to squirm in anger and
discomfort on my softening penis. I opened the door and bent,
half-dropping her butt onto the seat. As we parted a thick string
of mucus leaked out of her and down the leg of my jeans, across
the grass, the doorsill, and onto the bench seat. Karen shifted
uncomfortably, her face twisting, as a puddle of cum oozed out of
her raw, stretched cunny. I walked to the back of the truck,
lifted Renee down and latched the tailgate. She ran around to the
driver's side, climbed in and scooted over to the center of the
seat. I climbed in beside her, started up, and bumped slowly
across the field and up onto the street, turning towards my
house.

"So," I said to Renee as I pulled into my driveway. "How did you
get squirt all up in your beard?"




      

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