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Subject: {ASSM} Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 21 (M+gg, gg, bg, ped, forced-exhib, cons, reluc, gangbang, prost, tg, oral, ir, ws) by Rufus Fugit
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   Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 21 (M+gg, gg, bg, ped,
forced-exhib, cons, reluc, gangbang, prost, tg, oral, ir, ws) by Rufus
Fugit

   "Am I a whore now?"

   I smiled down at Lilah.  She clearly had no idea what she was saying. 
Hearing those words in a seven-year-old's innocent lisp was a whole new
level of perversity.  Of course the fact that she was stark naked except
for sneakers, an anklet and some wristbands, standing in the middle of a
public park at night with her face, hair, and prepubescent body soaked with
female ejaculate didn't hurt.  My heart was still pounding from the
excitement of guiding her to fistfuck my twelve-year-old niece.  Karen was
naked too, sitting splay-legged on the ground, panting from exhaustion. 
Her elbows rested on her knees and her forehead was pillowed on her crossed
forearms, her face hidden behind the curtain of her long, straight blond
hair.  Sweat gleamed on her developing body.  Her cunt gaped wide open, her
labia stretched and bright red.  Her tuft of golden pubes was matted with
her creamy secretions, and more juice oozed sluggishly from her hole,
dripping onto the shredded rubber playground surface.

   I rubbed Lilah's head gently.  My hand came away gooey.  "You were
listening in before, weren't you?"

   "Yeth," she replied with downcast eyes.

   "It's okay, you're not in trouble.  But no, sweetie, you're not a
whore." Not yet, anyway, I added to myself.

   "But I wanna be!" the naked child insisted.  She clenched her fists and
stamped one sneaker on the ground.  Her anklet rattled.  "Karen's a whore,
I wanna be a whore too!"

   "Okay, okay," I chuckled.  "Let's sit down and talk about it." I looked
over to see Renee helping Karen to her feet.  Despite being shorter and two
years younger, Renee was stronger than her big sister.  She had always been
more solidly built, short and a bit husky compared with Karen's willowy
frame.  And for the past few months she had been going to martial arts
classes, training with un-childlike dedication.  She held Karen around her
upper arm and levered her upright.  Karen wobbled on her feet for a second
until a wave of dizziness passed.  She examined her naked body, twisting
around to brush at the black schmutz on her butt.  She took a step and
winced, one hand going to her violated and gaping vagina.  She pressed her
palm into the sloppy mess of drying cunt cream between her legs and, in a
slow, slightly bowlegged hobble, walked to the picnic table where Lilah and
I stood.  She gingerly lowered herself onto the bench, wincing again as her
abused pussy pressed into the rough wood.  Renee followed and set next to
her.

   Lilah wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.  The breeze was
freshening, turning almost gusty, and she was very damp.  Karen put out her
arms and Lilah climbed into her lap, turning sideways with her head
pillowed against the older girl's left breast and her skinny legs straight
out along the bench.  Karen hugged Lilah close, kissing the top of her head
and rocking her slightly.  Lilah snuggled down and sighed.  She peered over
her glasses - their lenses were clouded with Karen's drying secretions - at
Karen's right breast.  She raised one hand to touch it, stroking and
prodding the firm, teacup-sized mound gently.  She dragged her fingers
across the fat nipple, giggling as it swelled and erected from her touch.

   Karen sighed with pleasure.  "That was fun, wasn't it, Lilah?  You're a
sexy little girl and you played with my babycunt really good.  But there's
a lot more to being a whore.  It's not just going naked and playing sex
with me." She cradled Lilah's head and spoke softly into her ear.  While
one hand brushed the child's messy hair back into some semblance of order
the other stole downwards, her fingers trailing gently across Lilah's
prominent bare mound, dipping downwards to stroke her hairless labia and
brush the slit between.  Lilah sighed in turn and kicked her legs a little.

   "Being a whore means doing sex with lots and lots of people.  Not just
girls.  Boys, and grown-up men.  You have to make men feel good, and that
means doing things with their penises."

   "Do you do that?" Lilah asked.

   "Every day, well, nearly every day," Karen replied.

   "With him, too?" Lilah asked, pointing across the table to me.

   "With him first.  He's the one who figured out I was a whore, and taught
me how to do it.  Before that I couldn't even touch my babycunt the right
way." Karen looked up, her eyes going sad and distant.  Was she seeing
herself from almost two years ago, barely eleven, making her first,
tentative attempts at masturbation?  Was she remembering a time when her
cunny was just a pleasant itch to scratch, a time before I convinced her
that God's love meant He wanted her to sell her body to strangers?

   "If you're a whore you have to play with penises all the time.  And not
just touch them, like you did.  You have to know how to make men feel
really good, and then they squirt."

   "Like you did?"

   "Sorta." Karen smiled.  "You have to put penises in your mouth, and in
your babycunt - that's called fucking, and men like to fuck best of all -
and even in your butt.  Well," Karen considered, looking down at Lilah's
petite, undeveloped body, "You wouldn't have to put it in your butt or even
get fucked right away 'cause you're too small and it would probably hurt
too much.  But that means you have to learn how to use your mouth really
REALLY good, to make up for it."

   Lilah looked up at Karen with wide eyes as she continued, "To be a good
whore you have to do what you're told, even if you don't like it at first
or it's scary.  Even if it hurts, if you're a good whore you always make
the man feel good.  Maybe you're too young to be a whore yet."

   "Nuh-uh!" Lilah shook her head vigorously, making her girl-cum-drenched
hair slap against Karen's titty.  "I was scared to go naked, and I did it
anyway!  I'll be eight in less than nine months, I'm a big girl!  I want to
be a whore, Karen!  I want to, just like you!"

   Karen smiled a little sadly, but she set her jaw and looked over Lilah's
head at me.  Her gaze held challenge and anger and surrender, all at once.
She knew that I knew that at age seven Lilah couldn't possibly know what
she was agreeing to.  Karen hadn't at eleven.  Oh, she'd known enough to be
terrified, enough to realize that there was something deeply wrong with
becoming a fuck toy for strangers, enough to be terribly ashamed of her
body's urges, the urges I had nurtured and twisted until they were
all-consuming.

   "Okay, Lilah, if that's what you want.  I'm going to call some of my
boyfriends to come over and teach you how to make a penis feel good. 
Renee, my phone is in my coat pocket."

   "Aww, right now?" Lilah looked up.  "I'm tired," she said, a soft whine
creeping into her voice.  "I'm tired, and I'm cold, and I'm all
sticky...ow!" Karen's stroking hand had seized one of the child's bald
lips, stretching it away from her body and pulling her slit open painfully.

   "Yes, now, Lilah.  What did I just say?" The sixth-grader's high voice
was suddenly cold and harsh.  "A whore does what she's told.  If you can't
do what I say, you're too little and we'll just forget it."

   Lilah's chin trembled a bit as she looked into Karen's eyes.  Her
beloved babysitter had never spoken to her like that, never looked at her
with eyes so stern.  "Okay!" she said pleadingly.  "I want to be a whore, I
do, I really do.  I'll be good, I promise!"

   As quickly as it came, Karen's apparent anger passed.  "I know you will,
baby.  You're a good girl, and you're going to be a good whore."

   Karen took her phone from Renee and flipped open the clamshell, thumbed
in a number, put it to her ear, waited.  "Hi, To-o-o-o-mmy," she lilted. 
Her whole demeanor changed.  She sat up straight, forcing Lilah to shift or
be dumped onto the bench.  She ran her free hand through her hair and then
twirled a hank of it around and around with one finger.  She tilted her
head coquettishly as if she were speaking in person rather than over the
phone.  Her voice became light and teasing.  "Whatcha doin' tonight?  Yah?
You wanna have some fun?  My...you know...is lonely." She listened.  "How
many?  Sure!  Except...they have money, right?  You know the rules.  Cool!
Oh, and I have a friend, too," she tousled Lilah's hair and smiled fondly
at the child.  "That's okay, isn't it?  Sure she's cute.  No, same price.
Okay, we're in the park...no, not that one." She gave the Daubersteins'
street and hung up.  "Tommy's one of my favorites," she told Lilah.  "He's
in high school, he's really cute, and so's his brother.  And he has some
friends over so they're coming too.  You're going to get to suck a whole
bunch of penises!"

   Lilah looked worried.  "All at once?"

   "No, silly!" Karen laughed.  "Don't worry, I'll be right here and I'll
show you how.  It's going to take them a while to get here.  Do you want to
swing?" Karen stood and set Lilah on her feet, and the two naked children
walked hand-in-hand over to the swing set.  Karen for the most part just
sat and pushed herself with her toes dug into the springy surface, hugging
her bare body against the gathering chill.  But Lilah was swinging for all
she was worth, pushing her little body as high as she could, leaping off at
the very top of the arc and landing on all fours.  Then she trotted back to
the swing, her pert, pale buttocks jiggling in the moonlight, and did it
all over again.  After a couple of minutes Renee got up and joined them. 
The sight of her, fully dressed in her jeans and puffy parka, was a
strikingly erotic contrast to Lilah and her big sister.  It made me yearn
for the sight of her bare body, the feel of it pressing against me in my
bed, her hair tickling my nose, the smell of her warm, sweaty skin, the
fierce delicious heat of her rectum slowly engulfing my cock as I pressed
in to her, holding her tight with my arms wrapped around her and our legs
entwined, the way she would twitch and grunt a little bit with each spasm
when I squirted my hot semen up her ass.

   Footsteps jerked me out of my reverie.  I looked up to see figures
emerging from the gloom from the direction of the street.  Tommy I
recognized right away, a handsome high school junior with a swaggering
gait. Behind him was a larger man with a harder, filled-out version of the
same face, his brother I assumed.

   There were two black guys.  One was tall and skinny, with the kind of
skin tone so light it freckled; I bet that under good light his cornrowed
hair had red highlights.  The other was even taller, and nearly as broad as
he was tall.  He was built like an offensive lineman, not musclebound but
big all over, and a gut that looked hard, not spongy.  His head was shaven
and he had a big gold ring in one ear and some kind of stone glittered in
his nose.  Both were wearing military jackets.

   The fifth man had darker skin than either, but his narrow, delicate
features and straight jet black hair marked him as a south Asian.  He was
Tommy's size and as he moved closer I saw he was Tommy's age, too.  The
sixth was just a boy, another dark Asian, slim and hunched inside a denim
jacket.  He couldn't have been more than twelve, and he hung back, dragging
his feet and looking at the ground.

   "Tommy!" Karen ran to the leader and threw her arms around him in a hug.
He hugged her back, shifting his weight to keep his balance as she ground
her pelvis against his thigh, hunching herself into his torn jeans.  She
tilted her head back to look up at him, strategically displaying her scant
cleavage.  She pursed her lips in her best sultry smile.  "I'm glad you're
here, my babycunt is all hot and juicy," she said in a high, breathy voice.

   "Damn!" the skinny black guy exclaimed, and his partner just stared
bug-eyed.  "You just hang out buck nekkid waiting for dick?  Damn!" he
repeated.

   "I told ya, man," Tommy's brother laughed.  "You thought I was
bullshittin'.  That's twenty to me."

   "How old is she?" the lineman said suspiciously.

   "Aw, man, ain't no point in askin' a question like that," said Tommy's
brother.  "I tole ya, she took me on, and Tommy AND Alf and she wore us
OUT! That's all the ID this bitch needs, you feel me?"

   "You know my bro'," Tommy said to Karen, trying to imitate the older
boy's manner, and this is DeShawn and Punchy, they're in his unit, and this
is my man Shel, and his little brother -"

   "Renee," the youngest boy spoke up unexpectedly.

   Renee had stood unnoticed and moved a pace behind Karen and to one side.
At the sound of her name she stepped forward, peering into the shadows. 
"Raj?"

   At his brother's quizzical look, Raj said, "We train together.  She's
really good.  Renee, what are you doing here?"

   "She's my sister," Renee said simply, then glared at DeShawn, the skinny
light-skinned guy, when he guffawed.

   "Damn!" he laughed.  "That's some bad luck, havin' a giant slut for a
sister!"

   "She's not a slut, she's a whore." Renee said simply, as if she were
explaining to a very dim student.  "And she's my sister, and I love her,
and if you're not nice to her you'll be sorry."

   "Sheet!  Who's gonna make me sorry?  Some little punk-ass white
girl-erk!" The end of his comment was cut off as Renee darted forward,
ducked under DeShawn's startled, clumsy swing, and drove her cupped hands
upwards into his crotch.  She grabbed, squeezed, yanked downwards, then
danced back out of reach as the man gasped and went down on one knee.  She
was back behind Karen, not even breathing hard, by the time I had gotten to
my feet.  I caught Raj's stifled laugh as I came around the picnic table.

   "Now, let's not spoil the party, gentlemen," I said.  "Tommy, do you
need to talk to your friends?" Tommy's brother and his comrades together
made about five of me but to Tommy I was a grown-up and his manner was
always deferential, and I hoped the others would take their cue from him.

   "Chill," Tommy's brother put out a restraining arm as DeShawn got slowly
to his feet, eyes watering.  He subsided, but whether that was because he
was chastened or just in pain, I couldn't tell.  "Everyone's here for a
good time, right?"

   "Who's first?" Karen asked.

   "Don't waste no time," rumbled Punchy.  He sounded like a diesel engine
turning over.  "I like that." His smile lit up his whole face.

   "How about my little brother here goes first?" Shel said, dragging Raj
forward to the picnic table.  "He's never kissed a girl before, let alone
seen one naked." Raj looked utterly mortified.  He kept his gaze firmly on
the ground.

   "Uh...that's okay.  Renee, can I talk to you about, uh, that thing
first?"

   "What thing?" Renee cocked her head.

   "You know, that thing," the boy insisted desperately.  I thought he was
about to burst into tears.

   "Okay," Renee shrugged.  She didn't get it even though it was
transparently obvious to all the rest of us.  Raj took her sleeve and
practically dragged her back down the path.  Renee's "What?  What?" faded
as they disappeared behind the hedge.

   Karen was getting impatient and it showed on her face.  She stepped back
from Tommy, pranced over to me and hopped up on the picnic table.  She
scooted back, spread her legs and lifted one heel up to the edge of the
table.  She leaned on her left hand and used two fingers of her right to
spread her cunt lips wide.  "Boys!" she snapped.  Five pairs of eyes
swiveled and locked on the twelve-year-old's lewd display.  The inverted
vee of her fingers framed the swollen knot of her clitoris and her gaping
passage.  Her opening looked nearly black in the moonlight, black and shiny
with her copious lubrication.  "Look at my babycunt!  Who wants to touch my
whore babycunt?"

   Tommy was the first one to recover; he'd been fucking the sixth-grader
for several months so her wanton display was less of a shock.  He stepped
up and Karen grabbed his hand and pressed it to her.  "Oh, yeah," she
sighed, letting her head droop backwards as Tommy's fingers pressed against
her juicy vulva.  "Touch my babycunt, Tommy.  Touch my babycunt, touch my
babycunt, uhhh..." She groaned as a thick finger slid into her.  "Ohhh,
touch my babycunt, it's so hot, touch my babycunt, touch my babycunt..."
The sloppy sounds of penetration mingled with her voice as it trailed off
to a tranced half-mumble.  But when she heard Tommy's belt buckle jingle
her head came up and her eyes were clear.  One bare, dirty foot pressed
into his crotch.  "Money first," she said flatly.

   Five hands grabbed for five wallets and like magic a pile of bills
appeared in Karen's outstretched hand.  She counted them, licking the
cunt-cream-smeared finger that had just been between her legs, then handed
them over to me.  Tommy again stepped forward but again she stopped him. 
"Lilah!" she called.  "Lilah, come here!"

   Lilah stepped forward on trembling legs from where she had been cowering
in the shadows since the boys had arrived.  Her eyes were huge behind her
smeary glasses.  Her rounded little belly was quaking, and she was
shivering all over.  She had one skinny arm clamped over her flat chest and
other other hand pressed against her bald vulva.  She had to step between
Tommy and Punchy.  Her head barely came up to Punch's belly and her whole
body was barely as big around as his thigh.  As she edged by her nerve
broke.  She ran to Karen and plastered her little body against the older
girl, burying her face between her perky boobs.  She squeezed her eyes
tight shut and just stood there shaking.

   "Shh, shh, it's okay," Karen cradled the little girl's head and rocked
her body gently.  Her other hand trailed down her back.  She bent down and
whispered in Lilah's ear.  I couldn't hear what she was saying.  Lilah
shook her head once, then again.  But Karen continued, gently stroking her
face and hair, and finally, Lilah nodded reluctantly.

   The seven-year-old was plainly terrified, but she had some gumption. 
When Karen took her by the shoulders and turned her so that she stood
facing the audience between the older girl's spread legs, she slowly,
shakily, put her arms down at her sides, deliberately displaying her
smooth, prepubescent body to the five men towering over her.  They stared
down in amazement.  Her belly hollowed in and out with her panting breaths.
A tear welled up and ran down her cheek and little dribbles of urine ran
down her left leg but I could see the child willing herself to stand proud
and naked.  Karen leaned down and whispered in her ear again Lilah's mouth
worked, and in a strained voice she stuttered out, "I'm...I'm L-L-Lilah,
and I-I want to be a...a whore!"

   Tommy and his brother smirked, Shel looked stunned, Punchy's round face
was impassive, and DeShawn looked revolted.  "What the fuck, man?  I ain't
no chicken tapper."

   "Lilah's just practicing," Karen retorted, wrapping a protective arm
across Lilah's flat chest.  DeShawn wasn't mollified, so I put in, "No
refunds," and before he could object Karen hopped off the table to sit on
the bench, put Lilah crosswise on her lap, and gestured to Tommy.  As soon
as he was in reach she grabbed his belt and deftly undid the buckle
one-handed.  She tugged at the waistband of his boxers and his tool popped
out, swinging up and almost hitting Karen in the face.  Lilah winced
backwards as a drop of precum splashed on her cheek.  Tommy shoved jeans
and underwear down to his hips, freeing his tackle completely.  Karen
wrapped her hand around the root of his erect penis, pulling him closer. 
She pointed it right at Lilah.  "See how pretty it is?"

   Well, that wasn't the word I would've applied.  It was a teenaged penis,
maybe a bit shorter than average but thick enough that Karen's thumb only
barely met her fingers when she wrapped around it.  The top of the glans
was short and the bottom rounded, giving it a snooty air if one were
inclined to be fanciful.  A large vein snaked along the left side and
around the bottom at the root.  Lilah stared raptly at it, her eyes
crossing slightly as she focused on the precum oozing from the tip.  She
lifted her right hand and tentatively patted it, watching it wobble under
her touch, then gently stroked along the top like she was petting a kitten.
Tommy inhaled sharply.

   "Good girl, Lilah, touch it soft like that.  See how Tommy likes it?"
Lilah's blue eyes peered over her glasses, taking in Tommy's wide smile. 
"Now wrap your hand around, like this" Karen bent the child's fingers to
grasp it above her own hand.  That left only the head exposed, though
Lilah's hand was too small to completely encompass the shaft.  Lilah
watched, fascinated, as Karen showed her how to stroke it, pulling the
loose collar of skin up to the head and back down.  And I watched,
fascinated, as the naked twelve-year-old child prostitute taught the naked
seven-year-old how to masturbate an adult man.  "Okay, now it's time to use
your mouth.  Kiss it, right here." Karen tapped the lip of the glans.

   Lilah stared at the organ looming just millimeters from her thin lips.
She wrinkled her nose.  "Smells funny." Karen's arm was on her back, her
hand putting gentle pressure on her neck.  She leaned forward and just
brushed her lips across the wrinkled skin.  She drew back, licking her lips
thoughtfully.

   "It just tastes like skin, right?" said Karen cheerfully.  "It's the
same as sucking your thumb.  Except it's for big girls," she giggled. 
"Watch me now!" She took Lilah's wrist and guided Tommy to point at her own
face.  With slow, exaggerated movements she opened her mouth and slid the
teenager's cock across her tongue.  When she had taken about half of it in
she closed her lips around the shaft and slowly pulled back.  Her cheeks
hollowed and Tommy groaned as her lips and tongue worked over his glans,
until with a soft slurp it popped free of her mouth, glistening now with
saliva.  "Your turn!"

   Lilah took a deep breath, staring at the pulsing organ in her grasp. 
She opened her mouth wide, then closed it, then opened it again.  After
several false starts, she finally moved her head forward.  Her eyes crossed
as she tracked the flaring tip approaching her lips.  Tommy made a wordless
sound in his throat as he waited for contact.  After a frozen moment the
blond second-grader closed the last few millimeters.  The top of Tommy's
glans bumped against her new permanent front teeth.  He winced slightly;
Karen angled him downward to correct Lilah's aim, and his straining,
empurpled cockhead plugged her mouth; it was almost a perfect fit.  Lilah
sucked noisily, her jaw and throat straining.  She had to stop and breathe
out, and drool leaked over her bottom lip and spilled down her chin.

   "Oh, good job!" Karen took Tommy's penis and pointed it up, pressing her
cheek against the underside.  She kissed Lilah quickly, her tongue darting
out to swipe across the much smaller mouth of the younger girl.  "That was
a great first suck.  You're going to be a cocksucking whore, Lilah!" Karen
hugged her close as Lilah smiled shyly from the perverse praise.  "We're
gonna take turns now," Karen instructed.  You just do what I do." And she
stuffed Tommy's erection back into her mouth.

   Lilah watched avidly and did her best to imitate the older girl.  She
choked from trying to take as much of Tommy's length as Karen could.  The
sixth-grader coached her as she sucked and slurped, showing her how to
control the depth, how to keep her teeth clear, how to flick her pointed
tongue across the pisshole.  It was a beautiful sight, her cheeks bulging
and her mouth stretched wide to engulf a pulsing, shiny adult penis.  Drool
ran down her neck and dripped onto her sticky chest.  Her stretched lips
curved up at the corners of her mouth into an attempted smile as she glowed
under Karen's continued praise.  Karen took Lilah's free hand and lifted it
to cup Tommy's hairy sack.  One of his balls hung much lower than the
other. "Now careful, they're sensitive," she said in between gulps of
penis. "When you feel them start to tighten up, that means he's about to
squirt, and you take it out of your mouth -"

   But her instructions were too late.  Tommy threw back his head and
grunted.  Lilah's blue eyes went wide and startled as for the first time
ever in her short life, a volley of hot semen splashed off the back of her
throat.  She jerked back, choking and coughing.  Tommy's dick popped out of
her mouth.  His next shot fired up in the air and came down with a splat on
Lilah's forehead.  Karen quickly crammed the spurting cock into her own
mouth.  She swallowed, and then again, while at the same time patting Lilah
on her bare back.  The younger girl coughed again as sperm dribbled down
her lower lip and over the nosepiece of her glasses.  She stuck out a
white-streaked tongue, clearing her throat repeatedly.

   "Oops!" Karen said gaily and gathered Lilah into a tight sideways hug,
their naked bodies sliding together.  "We'll get it right next time, but
that was sooooo good for your first ever.  Didn't she do a good job,
Tommy?" Karen appealed to her teenaged customer.

   Tommy gulped, perhaps only now realizing that he had been fellated by a
second-grader.  "Yeah," his head bobbed.  "She's a great...a great little
cocksucker.  Just like you, Karen." Lilah glowed at being compared to the
older girl.  A trail of jizz had snaked down the side of her nose, over her
Cupid's bow to her mouth, and as her mouth split open in a gap-toothed grin
it stretched a pearly elastic strand between her upper and lower lips.

   I was astonished by the resilience of the child.  Sure, Karen had
apparently already introduced her to naughty play, teaching her to enjoy
stripping and even nibbling on her juvenile cunny.  But in just the course
of a few hours Lilah had taken her clothes off in front of relative
strangers, and held a cock in each little hand (albeit one of them fake).
Then she'd been dragged outside stark naked and made to walk across the
street and into this park.  I'd made her stretch Karen's well-used cunt
with her entire fist and showed her what her beloved babysitter looked like
in the throes of her orgasm.  And now, sticky with Karen's ejaculate, still
naked in front of five total strangers, adult men all, she was sucking cock
and swallowing semen and smiling at the chance to do it again.  But I guess
kids are like that.  Whatever the adults around them act like is normal, is
normal.

   "Well, lemme try!" Tommy's brother already had his pants open as he
pushed his younger sib to the side.  His bush was darker and thicker than
his brother's but his penis was almost identical except for a tiny pale
scar right on the lip of his glans.  He slapped it back and forth across
Karen's cheeks as she snapped at it playfully.  She gulped it into her
mouth as Lilah watched, waiting her turn.  Just then I heard Renee's voice
coming through the hedge behind me.  She sounded upset.  I reached across
the table and tapped Karen on her bare shoulder as I stood.  She rolled her
eyes my way and smiled around her mouthful of cock.

   I peered through the hedge.  The edge of the playground and the winding
path made a small, grassy alcove.  There was a thin spot in the hedge down
low and I bent to peer through.  Renee and Raj were sitting cross-legged,
their knees touching.  Renee looked annoyed.  "Well either tell me or don't
tell me, but make up your mind," she said.  Raj mumbled something. 
"What??" she snapped.

   "I'm gay!" he burst out.  The boy's fine, dark features were twisted in
distress.  "I want to kiss boys not girls, okay?  I'm gay!" His face
crumpled and he started to sob softly.

   Renee looked puzzled and taken aback.  "So what?" she asked.  "Why are
you crying?" In the year and a half since I had first gathered my courage
and gone beyond copping the odd feel to explicitly teaching her to enjoy
sex with an adult, Renee had been exposed to all kinds of combinations. 
She had allowed her big sister to perform cunnilingus on her, ostensibly
part of Karen's "training" to be a whore; she had seen Karen take on two
dozen partners and more in one evening, sometimes two and three at once;
had watched the older girl suck fresh semen from an adult woman's cunt;
even seen her eagerly fellate a dog.  She'd rarely seen boys and men
together but to her straightforward outlook it was nothing exceptional and
certainly had no moral significance.  Renee didn't like to see people
unhappy, or hurt.  In her experience sex was fun, sometimes uncomfortable
but always ultimately a good feeling, and that's as deeply as she thought
about it.

   "My dad," Raj sniffled.  "He always says homosexuals are evil, and Allah
says we should kill them.  If he finds out, he'll kill me." Raj said it
like he meant it literally and from what little I knew his father - a sour,
pinch-faced man watching disapprovingly from the dojo's sidelines as young
girls sparred on an equal footing with his son - I tended to believe him.

   "Well, that's silly," Renee declared as if that settled it, and to her
mind it did.  "God just wants us to feel good and be happy.  He made Karen
a whore and now she fucks anyone, boys or girls it doesn't matter.  If you
like a boy, just don't tell your dad."

   Raj swiped his coat sleeve across his nose.  "I'm not smart...not like
you are," he said, as if he were just figuring it out.  "You've been
keeping this secret.  I'd get caught.  I always get caught."

   Renee's eyes were shadowed in the moonlight but I could see the flat,
unemotional expression that adults found so disconcerting.  It meant she
was thinking hard.  "I'm gonna show you something," she said slowly.  "But
you can't ask me any questions.  And you have to swear not to tell.  If you
tell on me I'll say you're lying.  And then I'll...I'll beat you up!  You
know I can do it, I almost always win when we spar.  Do you swear?" Raj
looked perplexed, but he nodded.  Renee stood and turned her back to him.
She fumbled at her waist, and then her jeans dropped.  Her panties, plain
white cotton, followed.  Her coat came to mid-thigh so it was mostly the
backs of her knees exposed.  She paused for a second, then turned back
around.

   "Wha...?" Raj gaped.  "You...you have a penis!" Renee's coat was open.
Her sweater was hiked up just above her waist.  Her strap-on sprouted from
the shadows at the juncture of her thighs, standing up straight and proud,
the tip wobbling slightly at the level of the seated boy's forehead. 
"You're...a boy?"

   "It's not real, silly," Renee said scornfully.  "Feel.  Go ahead." Raj
reached up, hesitated as if he expected the protuberance to be burning hot
or something, and finally grazed it with his fingertips.  Touch told him
what sight couldn't in the uncertain light, that he was holding rubber and
not flesh.  He sighed, "But why...?"

   "I told you, I don't wanna talk about it.  I like to pretend.  And you
can pretend too.  Do you want to?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Is there a boy you like?" Renee said, impatience creeping into her
voice.  "At school, or at the dojo?  Someone you wish would be your
boyfriend?" Raj looked down, then slowly nodded.  "Well you can pretend I'm
him and I like you and I want you to do sex with me." She paused and pushed
her hips forward before declaring theatrically, "You can suck my cock!"

   Raj stared at the molded latex bobbing in front of his face.  For a
second I didn't think he was going to have the nerve.  Then he got up on
his knees and, closing his eyes, bent slowly forward.  The strap-on bounced
off his nose.  He adjusted, opened his mouth, and slowly covered the end of
it.  Renee put her hands on the back of the boy's head.  "Yes!" she
exclaimed.  "Suck my cock, Raj.  Suck my cock good!"

   I must've groaned involuntarily at that point.  I was half bent over
peering through the hedge, and the sight of Renee with her jeans down and
her little-girl panties around her knees, pushing her fake penis into a
boy's mouth, was overwhelming.  I felt my cum rising and I clutched myself,
willing the orgasm into abeyance.  A dull ache spread through my abdomen
and shot down into my left nut.  I grimaced, and when I refocused I
realized that Renee was looking over Raj's head, right at me.  Our eyes
locked.  Her expression didn't change but I could tell she saw me watching.
"Suck harder!" she insisted.  "Oh, yeah, you're a good cocksucker." I
presumed Renee was echoing things she'd overheard while watching over Karen
during the older girl's regular trolling at the park nearer their house. 
It sounded bizarre in her high voice, but incredibly arousing.  "Oh, I'm
going to cum.  I'm gonna fill your mouth, take it, take it all!" She
started pumping her hips rapidly.  Raj gagged and tried to pull back but
Renee had a firm grip on his hair.  She arched her back and grunted in a
note-perfect imitation of the sound I had made this afternoon when I shot
my own load into her mouth.  She held the pose for just a second, then
relaxed.  Her fake penis, now shiny with spit and mucus, slid out of Raj's
mouth and he fell forward in a coughing fit.  Renee simply said, "your
turn."

   "What do you mean?" Raj asked between coughs.

   "You have a boner," she said matter-of-factly.  "I can see it pushing
out your pants.  I'll suck it."

   I was distracted by Lilah's lisping voice.  "On me this time!" she
cried, and I turned just in time to see Karen spit out Raj's older
brother's penis and yank it down to point at Lilah's skinny chest.  The
second-grader arched her back, pointing her stiff little nipples in the
air. Shel's dark penis erupted, spurting a pearly rope right between the
pink pips.  Lilah giggled and bounced on Karen's lap as each shot splashed
onto her, painting the small girl from collarbone to sternum with globs and
strings of jizz.  Karen's chest was already decorated, I presumed with
Tommy's brother's essence.  A thick trail ran down between her pale
breasts. A glob swung from one nipple and the other was coated.

   Finally Shel's orgasm subsided to a final dribble.  He gasped as Karen
milked him once, bringing a final drop from the tip of his wilting penis.
She pointed it Lilah's face.  Smiling broadly at the older girl, Lilah
leaned forward and slurped it up, twirling her tongue until the
chocolate-colored head was clean.  She swallowed ostentatiously with a big
grin on her face.  "Now let's rub our boobies together!" She twisted and
put her arms around Karen's neck and pressed her skinny, flat body against
the older girl.  Karen returned the hug, sighing in pleasure as Lilah
wriggled to smear cum all over both of them.  After a few seconds she
leaned back.  Their skin peeled apart and both girls glistened in the
moonlight from neck to belly.

   "Am I doing good?" Lilah's was bouncing with eagerness, her little butt
smacking against Karen's thigh.  Karen smiled at her, and Lilah clapped her
hands.  Karen shifted the child to a more comfortable position in her lap,
then looked up at the two black men who had not yet used her body.

   Punchy stepped close, literally blocking out the light as he loomed over
the naked children.  "You sure you want to do this, girl?" His deep voice
was gentle.  Two pale upturned faces nodded and smiled.  The moonlight
glinted off the girls' glasses.  The large black man nodded and slowly
undid his pants.

   I turned back to peer through the hedge again and what I saw boosted my
excitement yet another notch.  The children had changed places.  Renee was
on her knees with her fist wrapped around a small but very stiff dark brown
erection.  She gently rolled the foreskin back, exposing the pinker glans.
Raj's crotch and small scrotum were bare.  Renee peered up at his face "Do
you make squirt yet?" Mutely, he shook his head.  He held his breath as he
watched the ten-year-old examine his stiffy.  Raj said her name but she
interrupted, "I'm not Renee.  I'm your boyfriend," and then she slid the
penis between her lips.  It was small enough that she could slide all the
way to the root.  Her cheeks puffed and hollowed, puffed and hollowed.  She
twisted her head from side to side energetically.  Raj threw his head back
and groaned.

   After sucking for a few moments, Renee lifted her head.  "Say my name!"
she commanded.

   "Renee...?" Raj said, confused.

   "No, stupid!" She slapped his thigh with her open hand.  "Say your
boyfriend's name.  Say my name and tell me what to do.  Tell me to suck
your cock."

   "Jim," Raj sighed out.  "Uhh...suck my cock.  Jim." Renee stuffed his
boytool back in her mouth and bobbed on it.  Raj spoke faster as he gained
confidence.  "Put my cock in your mouth, suck on it, oh, Jim, that feels
good, I want you to suck me every day, suck it suck it suckitsuckit aaAAA!"
He pushed up on his toes and his body went rigid.  Renee cradled his
scrotum in one hand as he shuddered through a dry orgasm.  Then his legs
gave way and he crumpled to the ground.  He landed on his back, his little
boner still stiff and shiny with my niece's spit.  She lay down on her
stomach with her head in his lap and started licking his wiener like a
candy cane.  With each swipe of her tongue he groaned and twitched.

   So did I.  It had been over a year since I had seen Renee blow anyone
else and I had forgotten what a tremendous turnon it was to watch.  She was
such an enthusiastic little fellatrix, making little smacks and sighs of
contentment as she slurped, sucked, and nibbled on her friend's organ.  My
own erection twitched in sympathy, pushing painfully against my jeans.  I
closed my eyes and shuddered, and forced myself to look away.

   Not that the display in the other direction was any less overwhelmingly
erotic.  Karen was showing Lilah what to do when a man had a big belly that
overhung his equipment.  She was holding Punch's cock up with her hand
pressing it into his abdomen, and coaching the second-grader to paint her
tongue along it from root to tip.  He had shaved his pubes, so Karen also
had the child take his scrotum in her mouth.  Lilah sucked his balls in
turn.  They were almost too big for her, but she craned her neck and rolled
each one around with her tongue before spitting it out and joining Karen in
licking the shaft up and down.  The girls looked like sprites with their
pale, skinny bodies pressed against his massive dark thighs.  Then he
grunted and semen arced high in the air, painting a rope across Karen's
shoulder and splatting onto the bench behind her.  Karen took Lilah's chin
in her hand and pushed her head back at the same time as she tilted back
her own.  Like two blond, sticky baby birds the girls held their faces up
to be bathed in falling spunk.  When Punchy finally stepped back the
children lowered their faces.  Looking at each other through equally
splattered and smeared eyeglasses, they broke into giggles together.  Karen
bent to lick cum off Lilah's forehead, then presented her dripping cheek to
the younger girl to do the same.  Licking turned into kissing as Karen
again pulled Lilah's chest against hers.  One hand drifted into the little
girl's lap and her fingers probed between her bald labia.  Lilah wriggled
and started laughing into Karen's mouth.  "Tickles!" she cried, as Karen
used her thumb to massage the second-grader's engorging clitty.

   "My turn." Karen broke her liplock with Lilah and squinted upwards at
DeShawn looming over them.  "But I don't want no blowjob.  I want some of
that sweet whore pussy you got, Karen."

   Puzzled, Lilah looked from Karen's cum-smeared pale face up to DeShawn's
glower and back.  She didn't understand.  Karen jiggled Lilah on her lap
for a second, then answered, "It'll cost extra, and you have to wear a
condom."

   "Ain't got no rubber," DeShawn said.  "But I got -" he riffled through
his billfold.  "- Four hundred and thirty-seven bucks, and you can have it
if I can fuck you."

   I should've stepped in and stopped it there.  Karen had had three
periods now so at least theoretically she was fertile and it would be
inconvenient to say the least for her to get knocked up.  But before I
could speak up Karen had snatched the money out of DeShawn's large brown
hand, the greedy little whore.  And I rationalized, what the hell, that was
more than enough to cover an abortion if it became necessary.  And it
wasn't like it was _my_ money or anything.  I took the cash and stuffed it
in my coat as I sat down on the bench again.

   Lilah looked scared.  "But I thought you said I was too little to get
fucked," she said with a quaver in her voice.

   "Don't worry," Karen replied.  "You're going to help but not with your
babycunt." She slid Lilah off her lap and hopped up from the bench to the
table.  She winced slightly as her still-sore cunny protested, perhaps
already regretting her impulsive decision.  She sat and scootched down
until her legs hung off the end.  She lay down on her side, head propped on
one hand, and patted the table next to her, encouraging Lilah to come up
next to her.  Lilah scrambled up to join her, but looked confused when
Karen directed her to turn around so they were foot-to-head.  Then Karen
flopped onto her back and pulled the little girl on top of her
belly-to-belly.  Lilah's bony legs splayed out; Karen wrapped her hands
around the second-grader's skinny middle and slid her up until her chin
buttled the smaller girl's smooth mound and she could raise her head and
press her lips into Lilah's spread slit.  "Ahahaha!" Lila made a startled
laugh.  Her spread legs thrashed and her sneakers scraped on the tabletop.
Her tight butt flexed just inches from my nose, the cheeks spreading to
expose a tiny pink anal star.  I could feel the warmth pouring off their
bodies in the cool night air.  It carried the reek of semen and the spicy
odor of Karen's aroused cunt.

   A shadow fell across Lilah's head and she craned her neck awkwardly to
look up into DeShawn's blazing eyes.  Then he pushed down his sweatpants
and Lilah's mouth dropped open.  So did mine.  He was enormous.  It was as
if he had started out the same size as Punchy but someone had squeezed all
that extra right down into his cock.  Seriously, the last tool I'd seen
that size had come with hooves and a saddle.

   Karen couldn't see what Lilah and I did.  Stroking her hands on the
little girl's back she gave her instructions, "You help him put it in, and
he's going to go in and out, and you can lick it when it comes out, and you
can see what it looks like to get fuaaaAAAAIIIEE!" As she spoke DeShawn had
reached down, spread Karen's slick lips with his thumbs, wedged his
cockhead in her sloppy opening, and pushed.  The massive glans wasn't quite
as big as Lilah's clenched fist had been, but the shaft was easily fatter
than her forearm.  It was easily fatter than a beer can.  "My babycunt! 
Ow! OW!" Karen cried and thrashed, straining her legs as wide as she could.
DeShawn wrapped big, brown hands around her thighs and pulled her to him.
Karen's vulva bulged obscenely, her labia stretched until they were pale
and bloodless.  Her clitty was squeezed and squashed until it was just a
tight, bulging knob, brilliant scarlet against the cafe-au-lait staff that
impaled her.  Lilah started fearfully as she felt a lump against her chin,
moving up inside Karen's abdomen as DeShawn shoved in further.  "Ohhhh! 
Ohhhh!  Ohhhh, my babycunt, ohhhh!" Karen moaned and thrashed under Lilah.
It must have felt like her insides were all being jammed up into her chest.

   DeShawn pushed steadily, grunting with the effort to force his massive
organ into Karen's juvenile cunt.  He stopped with easily half his length
still outside.  He paused for a moment and then slowly pulled back. 
Karen's inner lips pulled and stretched, clinging to the swollen shaft as
it withdrew.  "Okay...okay...okay..." Karen panted.  "Oh, Jeez, it's big."

   "Are you okay?" Lilah asked fearfully.  Karen didn't get a chance to
answer, as DeShawn shoved forwards brutally.  Lilah cried out as Karen's
arms tightened convulsively around her slick and sticky body, and Karen's
head came up and banged her lips hard into her prominent hairless mound. 
Karen's scream was muffled by Lilah's tiny cunny and the little girl
clamped her legs around Karen's head.

   DeShawn set a brutally fast rhythm, grunting each time he forced his
massive cock into poor Karen's hopelessly overstuffed vagina.  Karen whined
and groaned and yelped.  Tears poured from her eyes.  She alternated
screaming into Lilah's crotch and banging her head against the rough wood
of the table.  Her arms were pressed against Lilah's ribs and her fingers
dug into the soft flesh of her skinny butt cheeks.  Karen bucked and
thrashed, and Lilah had to wrap her arms around Karen's shaking thighs and
hold on as hard as she could.  Her face was shoved right down into where
DeShawn split Karen open.  Hot, thick cream squished out with each thrust.
His tool was coated and it smeared onto Lilah's face.  She coughed as it
was forced up her nose.  The cloying aroma burned her sinuses.  Hot flesh
scraped back and forth across her lips.  She writhed under Karen's oral
assault on her bald cunt, so much rougher than she had ever experienced
before.  She tried to cry out but she couldn't catch her breath and all she
could make were harsh little "eh, eh, eh" sounds.

   Karen's hoarse, throaty cries brought Renee pelting back down the path,
holding her jeans up with one hand.  Raj trailed after her.  Renee skidded
to a stop next to me, took in the situation at a glance, and relaxed.  Just
Karen whoring.  She turned around modestly to finish doing up her clothes.
She turned back and stood behind me, watching Karen's strained face
intently.  Raj joined his brother and the rest of the men standing ranged
around the picnic table.  They were watching DeShawn in awed silence.  Raj
didn't know what to do with his eyes.  He ended up staring at the toes of
his shoes.

   Karen groaned as DeShawn's massive organ slid out of her leaving her
abused cunny stretched and oozing.  He fisted his cock, tangled his other
hand into Lilah's damp, matted hair and yanked her head up.  Her yelp of
pain was cut off as he shoved his slimy tool right at her mouth.  It was
far too large.  He pressed until Lilah's jaw was pried open to its limit
and still not even the entire glans fit; it just plugged the strained "O"
of her lips tight.  With her neck stretched and her upper lip smashed
against her nose the child couldn't breathe.  Tears spurted from her eyes
and her face turned pink, then red, then purple as DeShawn's swollen, dark
tool speared her pale face, banging against her jaw again and again. 
Meanwhile Karen, lost to the sensations burning through her nervous system,
redoubled her oral assault on the seven-year-old's cunny.

   DeShawn turned loose of Lilah's head and reared back.  Her face bounced
off Karen's slimed and swollen mound.  She drew a sobbing breath and then
she was shoved as DeShawn again thrust home into Karen.  Both girls were
crying incoherently now, tears streaming down their faces.  Karen's tongue
lashed at Lilah's little clit bud.  The younger girl started writhing and
jerking, trying to pull her crotch away from Karen's oral attack.  The
sensations must have been overwhelming for the inexperienced child.  She
managed to gasp out, "stop...stop...gonna pee...oh, no..." I doubt Karen
heard or if she did she assumed that what Lilah was feeling was the
beginnings of her first orgasm.

   But Lilah at age seven was too physically immature to climax.  Instead
what happened was exactly what she said.  Urine squirted out from her bald
slit, spraying into Karen's mouth.  The older girl choked and jerked back,
banging her head painfully on the table.  Pee sprayed across her face and
up her nose.  It ran down into her hair and dripped onto the table.  She
gagged and tossed her head but even a faceful of urine couldn't overcome
the shock of having her cunt penetrated again by DeShawn's enormous cock.
Her whole body convulsed as DeShawn thrust harder and faster than ever,
again and again.  A ragged, gargling wail was torn from Karen's throat as
DeShawn's rhythm got jerky and irregular, and then she screamed as she felt
heat pouring into her channel, stretching the already straining walls to
their breaking point and beyond.

   With nowhere else to go, cum squirted out all around DeShawn's pulsing
organ.  He groaned and huffed as Karen's grasping cunt squeezed him.  Her
twelve-year-old muscles were strong and she was tight, so tight, like
nothing he'd ever experienced before.  His balls lurched as semen boiled
out of him.  Jizz smeared onto Lilah's face as, exhausted and overwhelmed,
her head rolled loosely back and forth over Karen's bulging mound.

   With a final spasm and a groan, DeShawn shuffled backwards.  His cock,
already shrinking and softening, slurped out of Karen's distended hole and
flopped off the table.  Lilah's head fell forwards, her forehead bonking
softly on the wood and her nose pressed between Karen's gaping inner labia.
A torrent of mingled sperm and cunt cream poured out across the
semiconscious child's forehead.  It soaked her hair and puddled around her
lolling head.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhh, my babycunt..." Karen moaned as the strain was finally
removed from overstretched tissues.  "Ohhhhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts..."
Despite her words a blissful smile spread across her urine-soaked face.  I
thought for a moment she was going to go to sleep, wet and naked, right
there on the picnic table.  But after a few seconds she groaned and rolled
to the side.

   As she pushed Lilah off her, their skin peeled apart with a sticky
sound. Lilah flopped onto her back, skinny legs and arms sprawling.  Karen
ended up crouched over the child's gooey, slimed face.  Lilah's glasses
were askew, their lenses completely obscured by smeared sex fluids.  She
looked up and realized that Karen's spread vagina hovered right over her
lips.  "I'm sorry!" she cried, suddenly panicky.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to!  It was an accident!  Please don't pee on me, please!" She started to
cry.

   Karen looked down past her puffy, swollen nipples, her sticky belly,
matted pubic hair and her slimed mound, into Lilah's face.  "Shh, shh, it's
okay Lilah, don't cry, I'm not going to pee on you." She put one hand
gently on Lilah's heaving belly, stroking her reassuringly.  "I know it was
an accident, I'm not mad.  This isn't pee..." Her mouth twisted as she
strained momentarily and a huge glob of cum slid out of her pussy and
plopped onto Lilah's closed lips.  "...it's love juice!  Open up, Lilah,
and eat it all, whores eat this all the time." Lilah obeyed, though she
struggled to swallow the gooey bolus.  Karen pushed again and again and
more milky fluid oozed out.  Lilah couldn't keep up; the sticky protein
overflowed her small mouth, running from the corners of her lips.  It was
clear from her expression that she wasn't entirely pleased with the texture
or the flavor or the odor, but she struggled to do as she was told. 
Eventually the flow tailed off to just a few thin, sticky threads.  The
second-grader swallowed one more time, then raised her head just a little
to look up at Karen.  She managed a shaky smile, showing cum-smeared lips
and jizz filling the spaces where her permanent teeth were yet to grow in.

   It was the smile that did it, the worry in her eyes as she tried
desperately to please her twelve-year-old molester.  I felt like I would
burst if I held back my climax one more second.  I bolted upright, fumbling
with my jeans as I pushed Renee out of the way.  I made it to the end of
the table, freeing my cock with one hand as I grabbed Lilah's arm and
pulled until her head was right at the table's edge, and with no warning I
jammed my cock into her mouth.  Her front teeth scraped painfully across my
glans but I managed to wedge the head completely inside as I erupted. 
Semen fountained into the back of her throat; I clamped a hand on the back
of her straining neck so she couldn't pull away.  The heat of her mouth and
tongue as she tried futilely to expel me were delightful.  Her legs kicked
helplessly.  "Take it!  Take my cum, you little whore!" I growled as the
long evening's frustrated arousal burst out of me.

   Lilah's eyes widened as each successive spurt flooded her mouth.  She
swallowed and swallowed but couldn't keep up.  She choked.  Cum ran out her
nostrils and squirted all around my pulsing tool, splashing into my pubes.

   My knees went weak as my climax crested and began to subside.  I took a
shaky step backwards and my cock popped out of Lilah's mouth.  She was
stunned, unmoving, her cheek resting in a puddle of semen, drool, and snot.
For a long moment no one moved.  Then Karen shakily lifted one leg and half
crawled, half fell off the table.  She sat down heavily, a gasp of pain
escaping her lips.  She leaned over and kissed Lilah's spermy cheek.  "What
a big girl," she murmured.  "What a good girl you are, I'm so proud of
you."

   Lilah blinked and struggled to sit up.  A coughing spasm wracked her
petite body.  She squinted at me over her filthy glasses.  Her hair was
matted down and clotted with jizz where it had been pressed against the
table, and it stuck up in crazy spikes on the other side.  "You called me a
whore," she said.  I nodded.  She turned to Karen.  "Am I?  Am I a whore
now?" Karen nodded solemnly.  Lilah's face lit up.  She clapped sticky
hands together.  "Yay!  I'm a whore!  You're a whore, and I'm a whore, and
we're both whores!  I'm a whore, I'm a whore!"

   And that was pretty much all the energy she had.  It was past midnight,
the air was turning colder, and she was sweaty, caked with drying sperm all
over, and filthy from the dirty tabletop.  She began shivering violently as
the breeze chilled her wet skin.  Karen, too, was barely able to stand.  I
helped Lilah to her feet.  Silently, Renee draped her big sister's coat
over the little girl's shoulders.  It came almost to her knees.  Karen
pulled on her skirt and shrugged into her blouse.  She picked up her shoes
from where they were discarded by the swingset.  She looked around
fruitlessly for her panties until I reminded her she'd left them on the
path.  It would be laundry and baths all around as soon as we got back to
the house.

   I nodded goodbye to the boys and we left the playground.  Renee was
silent, lost in thought.  She glanced back once at Raj but when Karen
stumbled she gave her attention to supporting the older girl.  I held Lilah
around one skinny bicep; before we had gone a hundred paces the child was
nearly asleep on her feet.  As we limped and hobbled slowly along the path,
I started humming, softly at first, then a bit louder as Renee and Karen
picked up the tune, then we started singing together.  "Lilah is a whore, a
whory whory whore..." The little girl smiled, and a stray blob of cum
dripped off her chin.

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