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New stories are posted on the latter site first. Membership has its privileges. I'd like to extend my thanks to the small group of deeply disturbed individuals who make up my fan base. :-) Also, please support asstr-mirror.org - bandwidth doesn't grow on trees. 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..." 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