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   Spring Break Day 2: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 32 (M+gg, M+bg, tg, ped,
prost, oral, anal, ws, forced-exhib, humil, spank, vomit) by Rufus Fugit

   "Uh...uh...ahh...oh yeah...fuck me...fuck my...uh...my babycunt..."
Karen grunted rhythmically with each thrust of the pale, hairy buttocks
between her coltish thighs.  I couldn't count the times I'd heard the
preteen making these same sounds over the past year and a half.  The sight
was just as familiar; from where I sat with her younger sister, Renee, my
view of the twelve-year -old was pretty much from the knees down.  She
alternately linked her ankles across her current trick's broad back, and
waved her feet in the air, her delicate toes curling and flexing.

   This was Karen's seventh - or was it eighth?  - trick of the afternoon,
and at least that many more scruffy, dirty men were politely waiting their
turns.  Again, this was nothing new.  The night of Karen's debut as a
preteen prostitute I had engineered a gangbang for her.  After sucking off
three teenagers as she walked naked through my neighborhood, wearing
nothing but concealing bodypaint for a Hallowe'en costume, she had fucked
and sucked another double-dozen before I filled her well-used juvenile
snatch with my own semen.  She'd been left exhausted and sore, battered in
body and spirit, but more than a year's worth of repetition had toughened
her up in both respects.

   "Ah...ah...oh yeah...oh yeah...YEAH!" the preteen cried joyously as the
man's ass clenched and he stiffened with climax.  Her legs trembled and
fell open wide, revealing the one thing that was not business as usual -
another, smaller pair of feet and skinny bare legs bouncing up and down
atop hers.  "Oooooh, nice..." Karen breathed as the man pulled back and
slipped out of her steaming cunt.  He stepped away, doing up his trousers,
revealing not one but two naked children.  Seven-year-old Lilah was lying
supine atop Karen.  Her head rested on Karen's chest, between the older
girl's developing breasts.

   Both children's bare bodies were shiny with perspiration and their hair
was wet and matted.  Karen's waist-length honey-blond locks framed her
nubile body, while the bangs of Lilah's Day-glo dyed pixie cut were limp
across her forehead.  The younger girl's eyes were glassy and tears tracked
her face.  Her belly heaved, hollowing and swelling beneath the slim girl's
prominent rib cage as she breathed in great irregular gasps.  Her fair skin
was slightly reddened with a mild all-over sunburn.  Slightly reddened,
that is, except for at the juncture of her skinny thighs.  There her
undeveloped vulva was mottled bright pink to angry red and glowing with
heat.  Her mons and the inside curve of her labia were dotted with rash. 
That slit had been tightly closed when Karen had first stripped the little
girl in the car on the way here, but no longer.  We'd made sure that no one
had tried to violate the seven-year-old but all the punishment she'd
absorbed on her poor little cunny had caused it to swell to the point where
it looked almost too big for the second-grader.  The lips pressed together
at their apex, squeezing the bright scarlet bead of her baby clitoris. 
They peeled apart in a broad teardrop opening, revealing more red: her tiny
inner lips and the coral of her hymen.  The opening pulsed as the child
squirmed uncomfortably on her babysitter's lap.

   Karen tapped Lilah on her collarbone and the little girl struggled
upright.  As Karen reached wearily out for the water bottle sitting the
table next to their elaborate camp chair, Lilah leaned forward and looked
down between her legs.  Karen's cunny was swollen too.  Her clitoral hood
was fully retracted and her pleasure button twisted around in a dark,
wrinkled wine-red knot.  It was shiny with moisture and the tuft of soft
pubes above it was soaked and matted with her juvenile cunt cream.  White
goo coated her labia and her inner thighs and dripped in sticky threads to
puddle and soak the fabric of the seat.  The rim of a female condom
protruded from her pulsing hot baby snatch like a second set of inner
labia. Lilah reached down and grabbed the polyethylene in her small fist
and tugged.

   Karen groaned softly as the cum-heavy sack pulled wetly free of her
channel.  It swung in Lilah's trip for a moment.  She opened her hand and
it plopped obscenely into the large plastic bowl on the ground between the
girl's spread legs.  Seven other condoms already floated there in a turgid,
milky grey pool.  As if even that small effort had exhausted her, Lilah
dropped bonelessly back against Karen.  One small hand crept between her
legs, probing tentatively at her swollen privates.  She squirmed weakly as
Karen dragged her fingernails gently up and down her sides.  Her tiny
nipples were hard little bb's.

   Karen reached to the table again.  Out of Lilah's line of vision she
picked up an electric toothbrush.  Lilah didn't see it, but when Karen
thumbed it on the little girl flinched.  Her glassy eyes widened and she
made an abortive try to sit up but Karen was faster.  Her other arm clamped
across the naked child's chest, pinning her in place.  She lifted the
whirring toothbrush high in the air.  Lilah's eyes were glued to it. 
"No...no..." she whimpered as slowly, tauntingly, Karen lowered her hand
until the vibrating brush was pressed firmly against Lilah's swollen
clitoris.

   "AHHH!" Lilah's nude, skinny body stiffened and jerked and she let out a
strangled, high-pitched moan.  Her legs bicycled erratically in the air as
Karen moved the bristles aggressively over her most sensitive tissues. 
"Ah...Eh...Ahhhhhrg...Uhhh..." Her face froze into a rictus between
pleasure and pain - it was clear the seven-year-old found the sensations
completely overwhelming.

   "You're hard." Renee's voice cut into my erotic reverie.  LIttle fingers
stroked and gently squeezed the undeniable bulge in my cotton shorts.  I
was sharing a two-person camp chair with the ten-year-old, under a tree a
little distance away from where her big sister and her charge were
prostituting themselves.  My shorts proclaimed my allegiance to my favorite
Irish stout; I was shirtless and barefoot.  The air was mild enough that it
wasn't uncomfortable to have the ten-year-old cuddled against me.  She was
barefoot too and her tanned, muscular legs were exposed below last year's
sundress.  Her thick brown hair was loose; it tickled my armpit where she
leaned into me.  I gasped as Renee slid her fingers down the thin fabric to
knead my sack.  In the year and a half since I had introduced the child to
sex play she had become expert in pleasuring me but lately she had
surprised me with several techniques I hadn't taught her.

   "Well, you're hard, too," I chuckled.  I reached down to flip up the hem
of her short yellow dress, baring the seven-inch-long strapon dildo between
her stocky thighs.  I slapped it up so it bounced off her stomach and
wobbled in the sunlight.  Then I palmed the molded glans like a stickshift,
pressing gently so the back of the appliance rubbed against Renee's
immature clitoris.  She wriggled and her breath huffed out but she rolled
her eyes at me.  "WhatEVER."

   "It's a boy thing," I said matter-of-factly, and Renee nodded just as
matter-of-factly.  From the first time I had molested her at age 9 she had
accepted sex with adults as utterly unexceptional, just another fun pastime
like board games or roller skating, except sometimes messier.  "We want to
do it whenever we see people doing it.  Or think about people doing it."

   "I know, boys want to do it all the time," Renee continued.  "I went
looking for Raj after breakfast and he was fucking with his boyfriend. 
Then I went back before lunch and he was still fucking with his boyfriend.
I bet he's still fucking right now," she giggled.  The sound of Renee's
childish voice dropping f-bombs like that brought an extra surge of blood
to my cock.

   We sat there in companionable silence for a few minutes, gently
masturbating each other.  Renee slumped in her chair and her legs began to
scissor open and closed slowly as I gripped her strapon as if it were a
pestle in the mortar of her cunny.  Dappled sunlight glowed on the fine,
almost invisible hairs starting to sprout on her mons Venus.

   "EeeeEEE!" Lilah's tortured squeal brought my attention back to the two
naked child prostitutes.  A skeletal, shirtless man with a fringe of greasy
brown hair and scabs on his neck and down one side of his back had spoken
briefly with Karen.  As the result of the negotiation he had stuffed some
cash into the bag on the table and taken the toothbrush.  He was scrubbing
with almost demented vigor at the underside of poor Lilah's abraded
clitoris, and clearly trying to penetrate her with the toothbrush's plastic
stalk.  The child tried to writhe away, yelping from the overpowering
combination of pain and sexual pleasure, but Karen had her pinned.  She
allowed the seven-year-old just enough slack to slide across Karen's sweaty
torso and avoid defloration via Sonicare.

   I turned my attention back to my younger niece and her teasing
fingertips.  "So, tell me about Moira talking to the tree," I said, making
an effort to keep my voice steady.

   Renee's eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out to wet her full
lips.  She sat up and lifted her heels to the edge of the seat and pushed
my hand away, but she made no effort to pull her dress down, leaving her
legs and the molded latex cock fully exposed.

   "It's pretty far back in the woods," she said, "And I followed her, you
know, sneaky like Harriet." Renee had gone through a period around the New
Year when _Harriet the Spy_ was her favorite book.  She hadn't been
impressed with the movie when I'd downloaded it, though.  She thought
Michelle Trachtenberg was a bit of a crybaby and she'd gotten pretty mad
when I pointed out they looked a little alike.  "There wasn't any trail, so
I had to crawl some places, I don't know how she picked the tree, it didn't
look any different from any other big tree, 'cept there was kinda a hole.
Not a big hole or deep, just, I don't know," She made a gesture with her
hands indicating a shallow bowl.  "An' she just stood there for the longest
time.  Like I was gonna leave but then she started talking.  An' she called
the tree 'Daddy'.  Is that weird or what?"

   I sat up so suddenly I almost tipped us both onto the ground.  "Are you
sure?  You're sure she said 'Daddy'?

   "Ow!" Renee exclaimed and I realized I had grabbed her upper arm much
too hard.  She rubbed it with her other hand, a sulky expression on her
face.  "Yes I'm sure, I said it, didn't I?"

   "Sorry," I muttered, but my mind was not on the ten-year-old's injured
pride.  A whole lot of pieces were falling into place.

   "OWEEE!" My thoughts were interrupted by Lilah's startled cry.  I looked
up to see that the man had dropped the toothbrush and had grabbed a fistful
of Lilah's dyed hair.  He had also opened his trousers. 
"OWEEarrggghkhkhk!" I caught a glimpse of a filthy, mottled uncircumcised
erection and a retracted foreskin rimmed with smegma before he cut off
Lilah's cry by jamming it into the child's mouth.  Her jaws stretched open,
the man thrust his hips forward and jerked the second-grader's head down.
Her throat bulged and convulsed and in seconds his testicles were bouncing
off her pointed chin and her new front teeth were buried in his pubes.

   Lilah's eyes were squinted with concentration but she showed none of the
panic that a normal seven-year-old would at having an adult stranger shove
his cock literally down her gullet.  She was no longer a normal kid, not
since Karen had started molesting her while babysitting; once I'd
discovered that I'd enlisted both her and Renee to take her to the next
level.

   My penis throbbed in sympathy under Renee's gentle fingers as Lilah's
jaw and throat muscles worked, massaging the cock fully embedded in her
esophagus.  The man turned loose of her hair but she didn't back off, not
for another good fifteen seconds.  Then she withdrew slowly, slurping and
sucking as she went.  She breathed deeply and rapidly through her nose as a
mixture of saliva, precum, and filth dripped thickly from her lips.  Then
she opened wide and leaned forward again.  Muffled choking and gulping
sounds were clearly audible as the thick, veined shaft again disappeared
into the second-grader's wide open mouth.

   Karen was slumped down, smiling dreamily.  She reached up to stroke
Lilah's sweaty back with both hands; at the same time Lilah's trick seized
her ears in his and began yanking her violently forwards and back,
face-fucking her with abandon.  A grown woman would've found that treatment
too rough; even I winced a little, but as far as the kid knew, this was
completely normal.  It was completely normal for your twelve-year-old
babysitter to be a self-proclaimed whore; for her to declare that you were
a whore, too, at age seven; for her to teach you how to suck cock and make
money at it; for her to take your clothes away and insist that you spend
your entire vacation as a stark naked sex toy for strangers.  Karen had
learned her lessons well and she was now passing them on.

   Lilah was grunting in discomfort now, but not from having her throat
plugged.  She had internalized the praise we had heaped on her for her
deep-throating skills.  No, her trick was yanking at her ears so hard it
was hurting her.  She pawed at his hands ineffectually as he pinched and
twisted her delicate skin.  But then he stiffened and threw his head back
and Lilah was able to pull away until just his glans was in her mouth; the
shaft, shiny with spit, pulsed visibly with his ejaculation.  He grunted
harshly with each shot until, with a final sigh, he pulled out.  He wiped a
trail of grotty slime into Lilah's hair and turned away without a word.

   Lilah had a broad, utterly fake smile on her face as she'd been trained.
"Karen, it tastes yucky!" she gritted out between cum-coated teeth.

   "Spit!" Karen ordered, pushing Lilah forward until her head was down
between Karen's knees.  Obediently, she opened her mouth and drooled the
load into the bowl.  Little clots of smegma bobbed in the disgusting viscid
pool.  She gagged and coughed, sticking out her tongue and trying to clear
the horrible taste from her mouth.  When Lilah sat up, semen ran from both
her nostrils over her coated lips and dripped from her chin down onto her
flat chest.

   "Get me ready," Karen told her, but Lilah just sat, head down, breathing
heavily until Karen repeated herself and thumped the younger girl on the
back of the head.  Only then did Lilah straighten and turn to look
reproachfully at the big girl she had idolized.  Her eyes were red-rimmed
now and leaking tears.  But she obeyed.  She leaned over, almost losing her
balance, and picked up another condom from the package open on the table.
She tore it open and fumbled with the contents.  It looked like a
transparent top hat with a white rim and lid.  Lilah stuck two fingers into
it and held it up.  With her free hand she picked up the tube of
AstroGlide. She popped the top open with her teeth and squirted a generous
portion onto the condom.  Her motions were smooth and sure now; it was
clear she had done this plenty of times before.  She dropped the lube back
on the table and wormed her butt backwards so she was sitting almost on
Karen's stomach.  She looked down between her bare legs, past her own
punished clam to Karen's larger - though still juvenile - vulva with its
tuft of cum-matted pubes.  Lilah held the first two fingers of her free
hand in an inverted vee and gently spread Karen's inner lips.  She lodged
the top of the condom between them with her other hand and pushed.

   "Ahhhhhhh," Karen sighed as the contraceptive slid smoothly into her
well-used channel.  She wriggled slightly, gasping softly in satisfaction.
She tensed her Kegels and Lilah's fingers squeezed out, now shiny with
moisture.  Karen lay back, pulling Lilah with her.  She wiggled her butt
into a more comfortable position then lay there for a few moments, fondling
Lilah's chest, pulling and pinching the little girl's tiny nips.  Then,
"Next!" she called hoarsely and another homeless man stepped up to loom
over the naked children.  A brief negotiation, the passing of some cash,
and Karen rolled Lilah over so the two girls were belly to belly.  The man
undid his belt and his trousers dropped to his ankles.  A quick adjustment
and then man and twelve-year-old groaned together as he buried himself in
her cunt.  He licked his index finger and reached down.  Lilah caught her
breath as she felt the digit press against her clenched sphincter, then she
lifted her head and squealed as it invaded her rectum.  The man began
thrusting.  Four thin legs bounced up and down , ten toes pointing up and
ten down.  The man's free hand rose and fell and Karen's throaty grunts of
animal pleasure were punctuated by the sound of spankings and Lilah's
squeals.

   "...What?" Between the perverted sight of the two child whores in action
and Renee's teasing fingers, I was having trouble concentrating.

   "Listen!" Renee's hand went from stroking to squeezing, hard.  That got
my attention.  "I said, Karen's just going to keep whoring." She waved her
free hand at the men - and one woman - still waiting their turn.  "Let's go
see if Raj is done fucking, maybe we can swim or something.  This is
boring." We pushed our feet into our flipflops and set off across the camp.
Renee didn't notice or didn't care that the front of her dress was rucked
up, exposing her strapon.  It bounced from side to side hypnotically as she
walked.

   Raj wasn't done fucking, but his boyfriend was.  When we stepped into
the stuffy dimness of Banker's leanto, before my eyes even adjusted, I
heard a familiar slurping sound and then Raj's unbroken voice complaining,
"It's still soft." The air reeked of male sweat and spunk.

   There was a wet "shplup" and the outlines of the young man and boy
emerged from the dimness.  They were both naked.  Banker's hand was tangled
in Raj's hair, having just pulled the boy's mouth off his limp cock.  "Give
it a rest, dude," he rumbled.  His voice was surprisingly deep for his slim
frame.  "Five times already today.  And the last one hurt.  When's the last
time you came five times in half a day?" He shook his dirty brown dreads in
exasperation.

   "Today!" Raj piped, and rolled over to show that his preteen penis was
thoroughly erect.  The small glans was bright red; it looked like it was
being strangled by the tight collar of retracted foreskin.  His hairless
sack was tight against his body below the smooth, brown shaft.

   Banker looked up at us, not in the slightest embarrassed at getting
caught being fellated by a twelve-year-old boy.  "I've created a monster,"
he sighed, and took a firm grip on Raj's boycock.  Raj writhed as he passed
his thumb back and forth over the head.

   "Cool!" Renee pushed past me and dropped to her knees next to her
playmate.  "Can I help?" Without waiting for an answer her hands were all
over Raj.  She knelt at his head so her strapon wobbled and bounced off the
bridge of the Asian boy's nose.  "Does he suck your penis good?  'Cause I
taught him how to do it," she said proudly.  She briefly fisted her shaft
so it pointed up at the bemused Banker.  "He fucks pretty good, too, but I
think he likes having mine in his butt better," she chattered away.  "I
think his penis tastes real good, too.  You notice he smells like, I don't
know, cinnamon or something?  I think it's 'cause of the food his family
eats, I had dinner there once and at first I thought it was too spicy but
they showed me how to eat it with this special drink, it's called a lassi,
and I thought it was crazy that it was named after a dog but Raj told me it
isn't, it's just the name.  Anyway, if you drink that the food isn't too
spicy, and his penis kinda tastes like cinnamon too.  Hey!  Do you think
when he starts squirting his goo will taste the same?  I'm gonna taste it
now, okay?" And without really waiting for permission my ten-year-old niece
lifted one leg to plant a knee on each side of Raj's head.  Her sundress
fluttered down to cover the naked boy's brown torso as she bent forward,
and her thick, loose hair spread over the yellow fabric.  She pushed
Banker's hand out of the way, bent her slender neck and in one motion
engulfed Raj's skinny cock in her mouth, right down to the root until her
snub nose pressed into his hairless sack.  Then she backed off, wrapped her
thumb and forefinger around the base and Raj gasped as she began expertly
fellating him.  Spit oozed from her mouth and I could tell she was using a
lot of tongue action.

   Raj gasped and writhed on the dirty blankets.  He pushed up Renee's
sundress so he could grip her buttocks in his two hands.  He sank dark
fingers into her pale, pillowy flesh, pulling them apart to expose her
tightly-puckered star.  Renee had indeed taught him well, he showed no
hesitation at stroking his index finger across her anus but with no
lubrication he only pushed gently without trying to penetrate.  "Ahh! 
Ooo!" Renee sighed at his touch.  She arched her back and spread her knees,
dropping her butt so that the molded scrotum of her strapon landed right on
Raj's upper lip.  She slurped off his penis momentarily.  "Ooo, yeah, suck
my big balls, Raj," she commanded in her high, childish voice.  "Suck 'em
and lick my big, hard penis!"

   Her words went straight to my backbrain, down my spine and shot up my
cock.  I was still half-hard from our languorous session of mutual
masturbation, and now watching the ten-year-old suck off her friend,
writhing on top of him and basically teabagging him, had me so hard I hurt.
"Um, I thought you were bored," I managed to say.

   "Watching Karen do her whoring is dull," Renee replied, in between licks
at the chocolate brown penis.  "And Lilah's just a dumb little kid.  "But
what I told you, you know..." she colored slightly, barely visible in the
dim light.  "When I see boys doing it, I get tingly, but only my penis...I
dunno..." she trailed off, unable to fully articulate how her slowly
maturing sexuality was tied to pretending that she had real male equipment.

   Which, by this point I couldn't have taken it in even if her
ten-year-old brain could have explained it.  "Can I help?" I said, already
untying the drawstring of my shorts.

   "Sure!" Renee said enthusiastically.  She sat up, momentarily resting
her weight on Raj's face.  Her latex penis bobbed upright, the spit-coated
head slapping back just north of her bellybutton.  She pointed at Banker.
"Go lie down on the bed, you can suck his thingy." All of a sudden her
bossy side emerged, and I could just picture her lecturing the slower kids
in her elementary school classroom as she was wont to do.  Bemused, Banker
obeyed, stretching out on the thin, stained mattress.  Renee rolled off her
playmate.  She paused to pull her sundress up and off and then half-guided,
half-pulled Raj to crouch over his new boyfriend.  His penis pointed
straight up and he had to bend it down to direct it between Banker's lips.
Renee stood and glanced around the makeshift hovel.  She was unabashedly
naked, her tiny new boobies standing out proud from her narrow chest.  They
were almost all nipple, and the fat dark areolae were visibly erect.  They
looked a bit incongruous attached to her still completely childlike frame,
babyfat tummy and straight hips, but oh, so sexy.

   Renee bent to pick up a bottle of cooking oil from a tattered box.  She
flipped the lid open and poured a palmful, then fisted her appliance until
it was coated and gleaming.  She tilted the bottle carefully and dribbled
more onto the small of Raj's back so that it ran down into his asscrack. 
Then the ten-year-old straddled Banker's recumbent form and gracefully
knelt behind Raj.  He had his hands on his knees and his head thrown back.
His eyes were closed and his long, dark lashes fluttered as he humped his
small tool into Banker's face.  Renee embraced him briefly, pressing her
nascent little titties into his back and sliding her greasy tool between
his buttocks.  She laid her cheek against his and her thick, waist-length
brown hair covered both children's torsos.  "I'm going to fuck your ass
now, okay?" she whispered.  Raj gulped and nodded.  Renee sat back and with
her hand guided the glans of her oiled strapon to poke at Raj's back door.
When she had it snugged just right she pressed forward.  Raj gasped.  Renee
began to rotate her hips slowly, pushing all the while.  She grabbed Raj's
hips and her child's biceps swelled as the dildo gradually disappeared up
Raj's colon.  With a final thrust the two kids were again pressed
front-to-back.  Raj grunted.  Renee pulled back and again pressed home. 
"Oooo," she sighed and then began to bugger her friend in earnest.

   I was mesmerized by my niece's cocksmanship.  I stood stock-still,
barely breathing, with my shorts around my ankles.  The only part of me
that moved was my rampant erection that jumped and twitched with my racing
pulse.  My vision was completely filled with the sight of Renee, naked,
thrusting her penis over and over into her little friend.  It wasn't until
Renee looked back over her shoulder at me that I came back to myself. 
"C'mon," she gestured with one hand, "Help me so I can get my good
feeling."

   I didn't need further encouragement.  I picked up the bottle of cooking
oil, intending to grease up my throbbing organ, but the bottle was slippery
and my hands were shaking.  I fumbled the plastic bottle and and it fell,
tipping and spilling all down Renee's back.  She yelped at the unexpected
feeling as oil drenched her skin and hair.  I let the bottle lay where it
fell and dropped to my knees, pressing myself against Renee's back.  I
wrapped my arms around both children and sighed as I slid my hairy chest
all over Renee's oiled olive skin.  Oil dribbled over my penis as I hunched
myself against the child.  Her head fit perfectly against my collarbone and
chin.  I kept one hand on Raj's abdomen and slid the other between the
kids, groping Renee's chest and tugging at one puffy nipple.  My cock
slipped down and I felt the heat of her sphincter slip across the head.  I
grabbed her hips, digging in my fingers against the grease.

   "Arrrrrgh," I groaned and "Ooooo," Renee grunted as her anal ring
reluctantly opened for me as it had so many times before, and my adult
penis slid slowly into the incredible tightness and heat of the child's
rectum.  "Oh, my god, Renee," I breathed into her ear, "Your ass is so hot
and tight, I love it."

   She pressed herself back against me and clenched her abs, squeezing me
almost to the edge of endurance.  "Your penis feels sooo big in me," she
said.  Talking smut like that was one of the first things I had taught her
to do when, as an innocent nine-year-old, I had first molested her.  She
had gone far beyond my lessons, though.  "Fuck my butt now," she commanded.
"Push it in and out really ha-ARRD!" she grunted as I obeyed.

   I had no taste for subtlety at this point.  My belly slid and slapped
against Renee's greasy back and matted hair as I started fucking her hard,
withdrawing my penis most of the way and then pushing with all the strength
in my thighs, burying myself over and over to the hilt in the
fourth-grader's anus.  She set up an awkward counter-rhythm, penetrating
Raj when I pulled back and then thrusting her bubble butt back to meet me.
Raj whined and groaned on my outstrokes, and Renee's explosive "Ooo!  Ooo!
Ooo!" joined my deeper grunts on the instroke.  And all the while Banker
was slurping on Raj's cock as it bounced in and out of his mouth.

   I turned loose of Renee's hips and instead wrapped my arm around both
children's shoulders so that my right hand was free.  I wormed it down
between where Renee and I were joined in sloppy, oily ecstasy.  I pressed
my thumb forward and up, wiggling it so that it slid beneath the crotch of
Renee's strapon.  Her labia were hot and smooth and slick with sweat and
oil.  I stirred my thumb against her girlflesh until I found her tight,
almost-virgin opening and then, wiggling the digit, pressed it up and into
a tightness and heat that was similar yet completely different from that
engulfing my cock.

   "Ehhhhhahhh!" Renee groaned.  "Easy...easy...it's still sore...don't
hurt my cunt...ooo...ooo...OOO!" She threw her head back and almost shouted
her pleasure as I gently wiggled my thumb forwards and back, alternately
massaging the membrane separating her vaginal and anal passages and then
the tissues making up the root of her clitoris.

   Just then Raj began to tremble and moan and his tenor cry rose, almost
sobbing as he experienced his sixth dry orgasm of the day.  He wobbled and
fell forward onto his elbows, poking Banker up the nose with his
still-stiff wiener as he did.  But Renee wasn't finished with him.  Chasing
her own cum, she wrapped both arms around his waist for leverage and leaned
forward, grunting with each thrust and then again as I hammered into her
myself.  "Ooo!  Ooo!  Ooo!" she cried, the pitch climbing up with each
exhale.  Her muscles clamped down on my cock and even more tightly pulsed
around my thumb.  "Ooo!  Ooo!  OooOOOoooOOOoooOOOOAHH!  AH!  AH!" She
shouted and began trembling all over as her ten-year-old body reached its
climax.  They were getting stronger and longer almost every time now, a
sure sign that the puberty switch had been thrown in her body.

   I held Renee tight against me as her orgasm crested and slowly ebbed. 
Her legs relaxed and her knees spread wider to either side of Banker's
torso, but I wasn't done yet.  I grabbed her hips again - so much narrower
than mine - and began thrusting into her as hard as I could, pushing
against the friction and grip of her rectum, glorying in every ridge and
pulse of her hot innards.  She moaned, clearly uncomfortable with the
violent penetration now that her climax had passed, but I was just barely
beginning to feel the tickle behind my testicles that heralded my own.  I
started jerking her against me with all my strength, twisting my hips and
straining to get every last millimeter of my burning erection into the
child.  I glanced down.  Her little butt was split wide by the dark skin of
my shaft.  It and her cheeks gleamed with oil.

   As I pounded the ten-year-old I felt something warm poking at my own
back door.  What the...?  I reached behind me with one hand.  It was
Banker, finally resuscitated.  I was getting close and I like a good
prostate massage as much as the next person but I just didn't feel like
being anyone's bottom today.  Still the boy deserved something for being
our saddle.  So I wrapped my oily, sticky fingers around the warm flesh and
started jacking.

   With only one hand to hold Renee's hip my action got a bit irregular. 
My hips twisted, bending the root of my organ almost uncomfortably but I
kept thrusting, trying to drive myself completely into my fourth-grade
niece.  I felt myself rapidly reaching the point of no return. 
"Uh...uh...uh...your ass...Renee...I love...your ass...fucking your
ass...fuck...fuck...FUCK...FUCK YOUR ASSHOAAARG!" Semen burned its way up
my shaft and past Renee's grasping anal ring to spatter her insides.  I
arched my back and pushed as hard as I could, groaning as a second, third,
fourth, and finally fifth shot coated the little girl's rectum.  A ring of
pearly foam bubbled out into my pubes.  Renee made a little high-pitched
gasp with each spurt.

   Drained, I wrapped my arms around Renee and let myself fall back and to
the side, carrying her with me.  Raj yelped as her strapon popped free,
leaving him with his asshole gaping above his tight bald sack.  She landed
on top of me, her bare skin hot and slippery against mine.  I let one hand
wander over her chest while the other gripped her fake penis.  We panted
together as I felt our hearts gradually slowing.  Eventually my penis
softened and slipped out of her, and hot liquid dribbled onto my inner
thigh.

   When her breathing was under control, Renee rolled off me to her elbows
and knees.  Her head hung down, face completely hidden by her tousled, oily
hair.  She reached back and gently probed her anus with a finger.  It came
away covered in white goo.  She raised her head and sniffed at at,
wrinkling her nose, but seemed satisfied that there was no blood.

   I could have used a nap but one, the hut stank and two, I was expecting
Moira back in camp pretty soon and I didn't want to leave Karen alone with
her in her current mood.  "We should go check on your sister," I said to
Renee.  "You don't want to put your dress on 'til you shower off, you'll
get mess all over it.  Renee stood and grimaced as she felt her ass juice
and my cum dribbling out her distended anus and running down her chubby
thighs.  "You can wear my shorts," I offered.

   "No, it's okay," Renee said.  "I think everyone knows I'm not a whore."
She wasn't concerned about being naked in front of strangers, just that
they wouldn't mistake her for a child prostitute like her sister.  So I
pulled on my shorts, picked up our sandals, and we left Raj determinedly
slurping on Banker's revived erection.  Renee waddled in front of me, her
penis bouncing comically from side to side.

   We heard Lilah whining before we got there.  "But I have to gooooo!" She
was protesting.  Karen was holding the seven-year-old's upper arm and she
was trying to pull free while at the same time doing the bathroom dance. 
Both girls were still naked, of course.  Karen was sweaty and her hair was
lank and damp but she was still fairly clean except for the goo coating her
entire crotch area and running down her thighs.  Lilah, though, was a mess.
Her hair was matted and clumped with dried cum, her forehead, cheeks, and
chin were dappled with clots and drips of semen, and her skinny torso was
likewise streaked.  Her knobby knees were trembling as she tried futilely
to pull free of her babysitter.

   Karen looked peeved.  "I know you do, and these nice men want to watch,
see?" She held up a wad of bills in her other hand and shook them in front
of Lilah's sperm-smeared face.  "So go ahead and pee!" And she nudged the
salad bowl with one bare foot, now about a third full of semen with more
than a dozen condoms floating in it, pushing it between Lilah's hopping
feet.

   "Oooooo...kay..." Lilah whined.  She obviously didn't like the idea of
urinating in front of an audience but she just as obviously couldn't hold
back any more.  She dropped into an awkward squat over the bowl.  She
closed her eyes, blushing with humiliation, and after a few seconds urine
started to drip, then squirt lustily out of her swollen and irritated slit.
It hissed into the bowl, splashing against the rim and mixing with the pool
of cum.  The child covered her face in embarrassment.

   Thus she didn't see Karen step up behind her and bend her knees slightly
into a wide-spread squat.  Lilah started when she felt hot urine splashing
off her back, but Karen's hand shot out and grabbed her around the back of
the neck holding her in place.  "Nooo, Karen!" Lilah yelled.  "Don't, don't
pee on me!  It's gross!"

   "Oh, be quiet, you baby," Karen said crossly.  She sighed with relief.
Piss poured off the younger girl's back, splashing up to wet her hair and
dripping down to join Lilah's in the bowl.  Lilah struggled but she
couldn't get away and she couldn't stop the flow of her own urine.

   By the time Karen's energetic stream tapered off to dribbles, Lilah was
soaked and sobbing and the bowl was about half-full, hot urine floating on
top of the viscid white pool.  The men who were watching burst into
applause.  Karen smiled saucily and waved, obviously enjoying displaying
her bare preteen body to the audience.  As a final act she pressed her
crotch forward and wiped herself in the crying seven-year-old's hair.

   Karen's demeanor changed when she spotted her younger sister and me. 
Her malice-tinged grin faded to the naughty, half-embarrassed smile I loved
to see.  She knew what she was doing was wrong, but it was so much fun she
just couldn't help herself.  One hand went unconsciously to her soaked,
sloppy, gaping cunny as the last vestiges of her modesty asserted
themselves.  She seized her swollen clitty between thumb and forefinger and
tugged it absently.

   "Pee-you!" Renee exclaimed as the breeze shifted, bringing to our
nostrils the acrid reek of urine and the heavy undertone of cooling spunk.
"The little whore STINKS!" Renee giggled and pointed at the crying, naked,
urine-soaked seven-year-old.  Lilah cried harder, but Renee just turned and
trotted off to our tent, emerging a few seconds later carrying a towel and
her shower bucket.  Still naked except for her flipflops, she set off
towards the camp's solar shower, strapon wobbling and bouncing.

   "So, how's that babycunt?" I asked Karen.  Her smile faltered for a
split-second.  Despite a year and a half of compulsive prostitution,
despite having just spent her afternoon fucking more than a dozen men for
money, despite standing naked and masturbating in front of me with juvenile
cunt cream still leaking out of her ravaged preteen sex - despite all that,
Karen was still conflicted.  Somewhere deep inside her was still the
innocent little girl who could barely even bring herself to say "penis",
who knew that what she did to slake her body's irresistible urges was dirty
and wrong.  I no longer had to worry much about Karen betraying me for
having raped her and coerced her into selling her body, so it was just pure
fun for me to occasionally poke at that little girl.

   It was getting harder and harder to find her, though.  It was only for
that split second that something desperate and terribly, terribly sad moved
in Karen's eyes.  Then it was gone.  The twelve-year-old threw back her
shoulders and thrust her pelvis out at me.  A dreamy smile spread across
her face.  "I got fucked so good," she lilted.  "Look at my babycunt," she
continued, spreading her inner lips with two fingers.  "It was sooo hot,
but now it feels great.  I'm such a whore, I'm such a whory, whory whore."

   We were interrupted by the crunch of wheels on gravel behind us, and I
didn't have to turn around to see that Moira had returned.  I could tell by
the way Karen shrank into herself.  Her shoulders slumped and her
expression collapsed from perverse happiness to anxiety.  Her hand left her
soaking crotch and unconsciously went to the series of small round
cigarette burns dotting her pale, firm buttocks.

   I turned around when I heard the truck door chunk shut.  Moira was a
vision in black leather: tooled cowboy boots, a knee-length skirt, a
lace-up bustier showing her impressive cleavage.  Her brown hair spilled
from a motorcyclist's cap worn at a jaunty angle.  Kohl-rimmed green eyes
flashed and her generous mouth was painted with dark, dark red lipstick. 
And she was carrying a riding crop, for Chrissake.  She ignored me except
for a playful flick of that crop against my calf as she strode past.  Karen
quailed as Moira stopped in front of her.  "Well, I see you've been busy,"
Moira said mockingly.  Her eyes took in the two naked children, the bag
full of cash on the table, and the bowlful of disgusting fluids on the
ground.  "How much money did you two little cunts make us today?"

   "I...I don't know," Karen admitted.  She was shivering with fear.  "I
haven't counted it yet," she whispered.  Her eyes were starting to fill
with tears.

   "Well, that's okay," Moira drawled.  "Now, what's this?" She bent over
the bowl, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the stench wafted up.  She
dipped the end of her riding crop into it and stirred, mixing the urine and
semen.  A discarded condom clung to the leather and she had to shake it
off.

   "I...I didn't want to make a mess," Karen offered.  "I know that
I'm...I'm a n...nasty whore with a filthy babycunt." Her shoulders slumped
in defeat and a tear rolled down her cheek.

   "Good girl," Moira's praise sounded genuine and Karen was so desperate
for approval, the hope on her face was heartbreaking.  And laughable.  And
it turned to terror mixed with disgust when Moira held up the crop pressed
the tip against Karen's cupid's bow.  A glob of dirty spunk ran down over
her lip.  "Now," Moira said musingly, "How are we going to get rid of your
mess?  We sure can't pour it in the crick, can we...I know!" she exclaimed
brightly.  She stepped forward suddenly so they were nose-to-nose.  Karen
made a small sound of terror but she knew better than to back away. 
Moira's eyes bored into hers.  "You're gonna drink it."

   Karen couldn't help herself.  "No!...OWW!" Moira's riding crop flicked
out almost too fast to see and snapped against Karen's still-swollen clit.
"No, please," Karen repeated, this time begging not to be hurt again.  But
it didn't matter, the result was the same.  Again the leather flew and this
time a bright red slash appeared across Karen's teacup breasts.  She yelped
in pain but froze, hypnotized, as Moira laid the black leather
ever-so-gently across the twelve-year-old's face.

   "You're going to drink it all, kitten, unless..." and Moira leaned
forward and whispered in her ear.  Karen's eyes widened.  She started to
shake her head but Moira twitched the crop and she froze again.  "Her or
you, kitten, her or you.  Decide."

   Lilah was terrified by the byplay but she wasn't stupid.  When Karen
turned towards her she tried to bolt.  She ran right past me, a pale naked
streak, but Karen was right on her heels.  She easily caught the younger
girl and dragged her back.  Lilah was sobbing and screaming, "Let me go! 
Let me go, I don't wanna, don't make me!"

   "Please, Lilah, please," Karen was almost crying herself.  She knelt and
held the child by her skinny shoulders.  "Please, you have to drink it, you
have to drink it for me, it won't be so bad, please,"

   Lilah was crying almost too hard to speak, crying and shaking her head.
Snot ran from her nose, mixing with the clots of semen dotting her face. 
But she got enough breath to make one last mistake.  "NO!" she shrieked. 
"I HATE YOU!  I'M TELLING!"

   In an instant Karen's face went from pleading through terror and then to
rage, something I had never seen before in the sixth-grader.  She lashed
out underhand and landed a punishing slap right between Lilah's legs.  The
sound echoed around the camp and the pain doubled Lilah over and knocked
the breath out of her.  Karen jerked her upright by her hair.  "You'll do
it, you little whore!  You'll do it because you're MY whore and I'm TELLING
you to do it.  And if you don't I'll...I'll...I'LL tell!  Yeah, I'll tell
your Daddy what a nasty whore you are and that you love sucking cock all
the time.  And he'll hate you!  He'll hate you, and take away everything of
yours and all your clothes and he'll throw you out of the house and you
won't be allowed in school any more because they hate whores too!  And
you'll be naked and boys will fuck you, they'll fuck you hard because I
won't stop them, and you'll go to jail and all the policemen will fuck you
too!"

   I was stunned by Karen's tirade.  I knew that the abuse she'd been
subjected to had caused a lot of emotional damage to the poor child, but
I'd done what I could to mitigate it since there was no real choice - Moira
and I had done what we had to to isolate Karen from anyone who might have
reacted badly to an honest accounting of her life since the morning she had
caught me enthusiastically lapping at her younger sister's sweet little
cunny.  I knew that she was boiling with confusion and anger inside, but
until now that anger had always been directed at herself, herself and at
God for (as we had convinced her) making her a whore.  This was the first
time I had seen her direct all that anger outwards and it was almost
frightening.

   To me, anyway.  Moira was openly laughing as Lilah's eyes widened with
terror.  She folded like a half-size camp chair.  Sobbing, she let Karen
put the bowl in her hands and didn't resist as the older girl pushed it
against her lips.  Her face twisted with revulsion at the sight and smell
of the thick, gloppy mess, but she opened her mouth.  She was about to
drink when Moira interrupted.

   "Hang on, kitten, ain't you forgetting something?" Karen looked
confused. "What is she?"

   "A whore," answered Karen promptly, and then understanding dawned.  She
turned her back on Lilah's sobs and called out.  "Who wants to see the
little whore drink your cum?" A chorus of ragged cheers came from the men
who had remained watching all this time.  "Well - pay up!" Karen thrust out
her hand and strutted naked from one man to the other, her palm filling up
with money from each.

   She turned back to where Lilah was standing frozen with the bowl in her
hands.  "Now, you little whore, earn your money!  Drink up!" Lilah's
pleading eyes affected Karen not at all.  "Drink!" she demanded and Lilah
opened her mouth and let some of the stinking liquid flow in.  She gagged
instantly and her cheeks ballooned.  "Don't you dare throw up!" Karen
warned her.  The rage in her face was replaced with a strange, dancing
malice as she watched the seven-year-old heave and struggle to swallow. 
Somehow, she managed.  Karen tilted the bowl further.  Lilah looked like
she was going into shock but she tipped her head back and drank.  A condom
plastered itself to her face, then another and another.  Two trails of
stinking liquid ran from the corners of her mouth and dripped sluggishly
between her shaking legs.  Her throat worked convulsively as she swallowed
over and over.

   Finally, the bowl was nearly empty and with a flourish, Karen upended it
on Lilah's head.  The dregs soaked her dyed hair and the remaining used
condoms sat on top like disgusting hair bows.  "Good girl!" Karen praised
her and gathered her into a hug, ignoring the incredible stench rising from
the urine- and semen- soaked child.  "Isn't she a good girl?" Karen
enthused, glancing over her shoulder at Moira.

   "Yeah," Moira drawled.  "Not bad for a baby whore.  Good job, kitten."
And that offhand bit of praise made Karen glow with perverse pride.  "Now,
I got a surprise for you, we're gonna have some fun tonight.  C'mon and
I'll tell you about it." Moira turned to walk back to our campsite.  Karen
took Lilah's unresisting hand and followed but before she had taken two
steps, Lilah puked.  Karen wouldn't let her fall or stop, though, and so
the naked, filthy seven-year-old stumbled along, heaving and slipping in
the reeking vomit that spewed from her mouth, poured down her bare body and
splattered the ground in front of her.

   I scratched my oily chest.  Well.  Showers for everyone, I guessed.
   To be continued...

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