Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Children's Day (M+F+g, extreme-ped, freeuse) By SilentSteps -------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If you are under eighteen years old, or if it is illegal in your community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults and minors, or if you are offended by such material, close this and go do something else. Do not contact me attempting to arrange illegal activities or the trading of illegal material. In short, let's keep this legal - that way, we can keep it fun. Thank you. -------------------------------------------------- Misty was carefully navigating herself down the staircase, her tiny feet going 'thump, thump, thump' along the way. Being extra petite for a seven year old, she had to take big steps to make it down while clinging to the rail. She was already changed out of her pajamas and was now wearing a very short baby-blue miniskirt and a frilly white blouse that opened around her shoulders. She was barefoot, though her little toes had a very light baby-pink gloss on the nails that sparkled with some light glitter. She was very much a girly girl, even if she didn't descend the stairs all that delicately. The flight landed in a small foyer beside an open kitchen, where her mother was chopping some vegetables. Just like Misty, Mrs. Devaney was a very feminine woman and very much an archetypical housewife, dutifully taking care of her family's meals. "Good mornin', sweetie!" She said in her thick Irish accent, as the last few thumps of Misty's small feet caught her ear. She turned to smile to the child. "Hi, mommy!" Misty sweetly replied. Both mother and daughter looked strikingly alike: same petite frame, same striking green eyes, same cheekful of freckles, some velvety red hair... the only difference was that Mrs. Devaney had procured some contacts, while Misty wore her big round glasses on a button of a nose. That this family had strong Irish roots was unmistakable, though the child had apparently not inherited the accent all that much and when she did crack it out men and women just melted from the cuteness. Setting down the chopping knife, Mrs. Devaney toweled her hands as she walked towards the front of the kitchen. "Misty, darlin'?" "Hmm? Yes, mommy?" "Were ye heading out, just now?" "Oh, uh, no, I was jus' bored, so I was gonna watch some TV." Misty said. Mrs. Devaney went back to the kitchen table and picked up a sheet of paper that was sitting on the edge. "Aye, well, I need ye to run down to the grocery store, pick up some items for me. We're nearly out of ice, and-" Misty's little eyes went wide. "Wait, w-what? the store? Today?" Her mother gave her a puzzled look. "Well... yes, sweetie. Ye father is out working, and we're going to be out of things once I finish dinner. And anyway it's all paid for, ye just need to pick up everything on this list here, an' show my signature to the nice lady." "But mooom..." The child's voice lowered as though she were telling a big secret. "it's Children's day." Mrs. Devaney paused, glancing over at the calendar that was posted on the fridge. She matched up the date in her head, and a somewhat wicked smile appeared on her lips. "Well, well, well. So 'tis." Everyone knew that Children's day was a very special day in the Community. In a society where incest and pedophilia were considered a natural part of life, something very special had to happen on such a holiday. And so, it was decided, any and all children from the age of six would be 'free use' for the day. This meant that if they visited any public spaces, any man or woman would have free access to their tiny bodies and even tinier holes, all without any say so from the child whatsoever. Some kinda jokingly called this day 'adult day' since it seemed to be more for them, but in reality most of them looked forward to it. They were well accustomed to public sex and orgies and the like. Misty, while she loved sex as much as any seven year old, was also a terribly, terribly shy child. If she'd just stay home, she wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of complete strangers snatching her up without so much as a hello. At least they normally asked first! "So..." Misty concluded, staring down at her naked toes. "I can't today." "Oh? And why ever not?" Mrs. Devaney placed her hands on her hips. "Mooom, people do stuff to kiiiids today. Like a LOT. And we're s'posed to be allowed to stay home." This made her mother chuckle. "People do stuff to ye all the time! Goodness, ya'r seven years old! You came so hard for mommy just last night, so ye cannae tell me you don't like it." she said licking her lips. "I DO, but..." Misty shuffled from foot to foot. Mrs. Devaney's voice dropped to a more sympathetical tone. "But ya'r scared, 'cause ye don't know what ta expect out there." Misty nodded and blushed, so hard her little freckles seemed to go semi invisible. "Ye know, Misty..." said the pretty mother, as she knelt down to eye level with her daughter, "Sometimes, not knowing what's gonna happen in life, well, that's just more fun! Ye never get to have adventures if ye sit and watch TV all day. Children shouldn't be cooped up indoors, not on a day that celebrates ye very lives. Ye should be out there... playing with the grownups, having adventures as a little girl. I cannae make ye, but ye know I'm right." The nerdy little girl folded her little hands behind her back and bit her lip, mulling her mother's words over. While it was true that she had enough say to stay home, going out there would end all that. Somehow, that thought both put butterflies in her stomach and in her little seven year old cunny. Sort of like one of her daddy's extra fast piggy back rides sometimes did. Was that such a bad feeling, after all? Her mother, detecting the conflict, continued to give her daughter the push she needed as she handled over the signed piece of paper. "Go on, sweetie, and make sure ye get everything on the list." Swallowing, Misty accepted the paper and looked it over, before folding it in her hand and nodding a tiny nod. "K..kay... might take me a lil' while tho'..." "Cute as ye are, I don't doubt it." Mrs. Devaney replied, reaching up under her daughter's skirt to casually pat her little pussy mound through her cute little geeky girly panties. "Bet this'll be drippin' with cum, like any lil' lady bits ought." The sexual imagery and the feeling of her mother's fingers on her crotch helped Misty become more agreeable, as her tiny pearl of a clit started to stiffen. She took a long, deep breath, and nodded. "Okay, mommy. I'll ... um ... go now." "There's a lass. Knew I could count on ye." Misty took a deep breath for confidence, then made her way toward the door. She hesitated and looked back, to see she was being watched expectantly. So she toed her way into her small pink flip flops before nervously opening the front door. "Bye mommy!" As the door closed, Mrs. Devaney rose back to her feet, grinning after her child. [Hopefully my little Celtic angel will be popular today!] she thought in a naughty tone. As she started down the road, Misty considered the fact that her tiny body could be easily mistaken as too little for public sex. Maybe this trip would be uneventful. Then again, such children were usually kept home or accompanied by a parent who could tell people off in a pinch. And little Misty had always been taught that it's wrong to lie, too. She forced all of these thoughts to the back of her mind, realizing that perhaps she was just making up excuses for letting herself get coerced so easily into this situation. Still, it did seem like the street was very clear. Perhaps it was still too early for all the horny grownups to come out looking for kids to snag and shag. Indeed, maybe this would be a very uneventful trip. As this continued to seem like the case, Misty started to walk normally along with less and less of a care. The store was only two blocks and a corner away. At this rate she would be back home watching TV in only a half hour, if that. And just when she was completely relaxed, that was when a pair of strong hands hooked up beneath her armpits and the sidewalk fall away from her little feet. The child looked up, to see... sure enough... a man she didn't even know. He was a hefty man, bearded, and was eyeing her all over in his hands as though examining a coin he'd picked up off the street. Then the man hoisted her up to his chest and hugged her in one arm, freeing his other to reach up under her little skirt and grasp her little cotton panties. She squirmed slightly, and he tightened his grip, as he pulled the undies down, down, down her skinny legs, accidentally knocking off one flip flop before tossing them to the street. "H-hey..." Misty grunted, but the man said nothing. He didn't wait so much as a beat to lower her now bare pussy down with his arm. Then there was heat on her inner thighs, as the man's fat, throbbing member moved up under her skirt and directly into the wet lips of the child's cunt. He didn't nudge or tease. He simply pushed the kid's vulva open and sank his cock in deep, just like that. She realized that he must have unzipped and lubed up behind her before scooping her up, as he was clearly wasting no time! "M-mister, um, I..." the child stammered in a strained little voice. The man finally looked down at her face and set a finger over his lips. "Shush child. Down you go." And down she went. Tugging with the full strength of his arm, he aggressively shoved the last inch of cock in, fully stuffing the child's tummy with cock and finishing with a wet -smack- of balls against pussy lips. All Misty could do was gasp and then, gradually, begin moaning as her tiny body began to be pulled up and down like a cocksleeve, the man's other hand snaking in so he could grip her armpits from both sides and get better leverage. She was so small and light that it took the pudgy man almost no effort. He was essentially masturbating himself with a preteen body in the middle of the street, without a care in the world about it. Misty's skinny legs danged to just past the man's knees, one sandaled and the other now bare. As the fucking fell into a steady pace, little Misty noticed somebody was coming. She looked over, lifting her head so that her big glasses would slide back up the bridge of her nose and not go flying off. Her face turned beet red when she saw who it was: Mr. Carlson, her school's principle! And unlike the stranger who was pounding away behind her, this man was fully naked. The only thing he had on his person was a bottle of lube, already nearly empty, and all ready partially dispersed over the length of the erection in his other fist. "M-mr... Mr. Carlson~" Misty whined. But he ignored her completely and talked to the man behind her directly. "Hey, buddy. Nice girl you got there. One of our students. Misty... Misty Devaney, I think." Misty opened her mouth to answer affirmatively but was spoken over by the stranger who was firmly fucking her. "Why if it ain't Principle Carlson! But yeah... mmh... this is some great kiddy pussy. It's always nice when a girl this small can take you to the hilt. She's got to be at least seven, just a little on the small side. Wish you could do 'em like this when they're tots." Mr. Carlson laughed as he closed the distance and looked Misty over, touching her little tummy as it went up and down. "Yeah, I'd wear my two year old like a fanny pack around town if her little slit could hold it. Won't be long..." Misty looked back and forth between the two adults, who were rapidly bobbing from her perspective. "A-ah... um, excuse m-me-" "Shh." The principle said, cradling her little face. "Let the grown ups talk honey. That's a good girl." He looked up at the other man and said, "Anyway, mind turning her around? I'd like to use her little bottom. Might even tighten her up more for you. Felt like you had a little more room in there." The child's eyes went wide and she squirmed, but the chubby stranger was much too big and strong. It took him almost no effort to pull her up off his dick, rotate her to face him, and plop her right back down on his cock with a single thrust. The impact knocked off her second shoe, leaving her cute feet bare in the air. "Nnf!" Grunted the fat stranger, "Have at it!" Misty couldn't believe it - they were just talking over and around her, about fucking not only her tiny baby cunt, but also her round little ass. She stopped squirming, realizing it wasn't something she had any input in - this was children's day, and she was a child out by herself, and that was that. This was what she knew was coming when she left the house... did she regret it, or, was her little pussy bright pink now for a good reason? Either way, the principle sidled up close, reaching up to hug the stranger aeround the neck for balance. Then, sure enough, a second hard, lubricated cock pushed up against Misty's soft butt. She closed her eyes and bit her lip - her daddy mostly focused on her cunny, so her ass wasn't well trained except for anal class at school. But slowly and surely enough, the throbbing adult cock made its way in, spreading her cheeks and her pink little hole before finally scooting up inside, elicting a squeak from the baby girl. The two cocks slid in deep together, almost nuzzling each other through the slim wall of flesh separating vagina and anus. For an instant, both cocks were no longer visible, buried in child pussy heaven. Misty buried her face in the stranger's chest as the two men began to use her. The seven year old was double penetrated and as full as possible, two hard pedophile shafts slowly picking up a pace inside her little holes. It was an intense feeling... a good feeling, all things considered. Through her own panting and the smacking sounds of sex, Misty could just make out the grownups having a casual conversation, without her involvement as usual. "Been enjoying children's day so far?" The chubby stranger asked, or rather grunted through his thrusts. "I noticed you're low on lube there." "Mm, yeah... well this is kiddo number twelve." "Wow, twelve children before lunch? Color me impressed. I haven't even been up for more than an hour." Principal Carson laughed, adjusting himself up on his toes so he could sodomize Misty harder. "Nngh... yeah well... Ive been mostly edging myself in their little rumps." He said, giving the child's ass a firm swat before resuming his assault on her asshole. "Haven't cum yet. Didn't want to have to worry about cleaning up for a pussy, infections and all that... mmh, so that's twelve little preteen butts that have been on this ol' dick of mine. But I think i'm going to fill this one up and take a break. Hopefully Ill recover in time to find even more youngsters." "I'm sure you will, ugh... easy to get hard for a kid, it's only natural." The chunky man was really panting now, not nearly as in shape as the principle, but he talked mostly normally between his gasps. "Got that right. Mmh... maybe I'll finish my second load in a mouth, always nice to see kids gulping it down. But this kid..." he grinned, smiling down at Misty. "Mmh, her little rump just feels too good, so she gets my very first cum of the day." The stranger grunted affirmatively. "Yeah, man. Do it. Getting ready to unload on my end anyway." Little Misty's tiny feet continued to dangle limply like a ragdoll's above the street, painted toes curling and uncurling with the intense, pleasurable, somewhat rough feeling of the pounding she recieved. It wasn't a very long fuck, as she was little more than a sex toy at the moment, and before she knew it the men were finishing the job. First her little belly got creamed inside from the front, as sperm shot deep into her immature pussy in thick, heavy ropes. Then there were more hot gushes coming up in her ass, where it felt even warmer against her velvety anal flesh. After the two men were satisfied, the child was pulled off by both men by her armpits. She was so tight from taking two cocks at once that she actually got at the heads, a bit like a finger trap. But they pulled harder together and eventually - pop! - her holes were relieved of them, cum and lube dribbling down towards the road and getting on her little shoes. They set Misty down her cute bare feet, and her legs wobbled unsteadily for a moment. The chubby man ruffled her ling silky red hair and said "Thanks kid!" before stepping off. The two men high-fived as they walked off together with their cocks starting to wilt, leaving the well-fucked preteen behind, panting. Once Misty managed to catch her breath, she picked her panties up. No sense putting them back on. But she did step back into her little flip flops, feeling a bit of semen squish under her toes. It didn't matter at this point. She still had an errand to run. So she just held her undies in the same fist as the note from her mother, and continued onward. She'd made it. 'Unmolested' for the most part, considering she had only one, maybe technically two encounters on the way. The convenience store was open, but very quiet this time of day. There was a woman near the entrance, one who might have been the type to give Misty another round, but she was presently busying herself with a little boy on the waiting bench. Boys were free range as much as girls were, after all. There were other sounds of sex coming from the playground nearby, where a lot of action tended to happen on children's day. Kids would be bent over swingsets or ride sea-saws in a man's lap, impaled of course. By noon, that place would be an orgy. Misty squeezed the panties in her hand and continued into the store. It was peaceful and quiet inside. Nobody seemed to be shopping this early. Misty exchanged smiles with the cashier, a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, before picking up a shopping basket and starting down the aisles. She loaded up on many things for her mother: canned foods, meat, spices, the fish she hated eating so much, some shampoo, and so on. She was just about to go to the front to pick up the ice and check out, and that's exactly when it happened again. A large hand came out from behind her, taking her basket and setting it down. Misty prepared to turn, but she didn't get the chance. She was hoisted up and shoved forward in a quick, but careful motion, belly down. She had been walking in the cereal aisle, and now she was being fitted amidst the boxes on the shelves, pushed in towards the darkness of the back wall with her little butt and pussy exposed up her miniskirt. The metal of the shelf felt cool on her flat chest, even through her blouse. To her own surprise, Misty gave in and spread her little legs out, knowing full well that either one of her holes was in for it. Whatever the adult wanted. Then came the cock. It was massive! Much too big for her little child cunt, it turned out. The man prodded there first all the same, pushed, while two strong hands gripped her ass. But all of the nudging couldn't get more than the head just past her labia, and certainly it couldn't get inside the tight little vaginal passage beyond. She could hear the owner of the cock chuckle at this, but he didn't seem to mind that much. His cock simply scooted its way up from her pussy lips and connected with her anus, and began pushing there instead. Of course, like the stranger before, he was already nicely lubed, and this was a good thing - he was so huge for her tiny bottom! Misty winced and dug her fingers into the panties as her little toes tried to curl in her sandals. The big cock hurt, but inch by inch it found its way in all the same. It sank deeper and deeper into the child's defenseless asshole, until finally, a hefty set of fat balls came to rest on her hairless cunt once more, marking her as fully claimed. After a brief pause, the cock pulled back, then lurched forward again. Then again, and again, faster and faster as the man began to happily fuck the child, whistling casually to himself to show her how much of a little sex toy she was today. His thrusts landed again and again with wet and aggressive slaps. Soon, Misty's tension began to ease, and the pain began transforming into extreme pleasure. Her wet child pussy gleamed beneath the pounding dick at her back door as her childish arousal took over. She was too little still to understand the concept of kinks fully, but she knew that the mix of pain and pleasure, of helplessness, and of the cold metal shelf pressing to her underbelly, somehow were all together making her feel very horny indeed. Just then, a woman's voice came from the man's side, just faintly muffled by the rows of cereal boxes. "Honey, do we need to pick up diapers for laura?" The man didn't even change his pace, not for a single thrust. "Nah, we still have a good box at home, under the sink." "Well then, I'll go ahead and check out. Will you be done soon?" "Yeah, I won't be long. Kid's tight." The man's wife giggled effeminately. "Big guy like you, everything's tight." Misty could hear the couple exchange a sweet smooch - all while the man jack-hammered his cock in and out of her tiny ass. The child looked over her shoulder but could only see the back of a box showing a little maze for kids to complete. She could only picture the man's wife walking away. Over the rapid slaps of her own anal sex, it wasn't as if Misty could hear her footsteps. But then there was a much more audible sound beside her, a few feet down the aisle, that made Misty turn her head. A few boxes of cereal fell over and just like that, another little girl popped into view, her face a picture of surprise. Their eyes met for a moment, then the other little girl squeaked and started moving forward and back as she too was fucked. Misty could only guess, watching her writhe about, whether it was her cunny or asshole that was getting another adult cock shoved into it. Once again, that was the adult's decision and nobody else's on Children's day. It seemed this was a popular idea now, as yet another child popped in even further down, and the entire shelf began to rattle as the child fucking it supported became more and more intense. One more came in on Misty's other side, this one coming in ass-first so that her tiny feet met the back wall. She was close enough that Misty could hear a gasp before a sudden 'glomf' and a gag, as some adult on the other end filled her little face. A man's hand followed the small body inside and gripped her by the waist. The other? Probably gripping her hair, who knows? All Misty could hear from over there was gasping and gagging as the child's face was aggressively fucked. Finally, the man behind Misty let out a grunt and slammed into her balls deep. All of her tiny toes fanned out in the air, as yet another load flooded her little behind, pouring deep in her tummy and mixing with her principle's seed. And just like that, the cock pulled free, and the man just... walked away. But Misty didn't even get two seconds to recover. Suddenly, a fresh new cock was pushing on her pussy lips, and a strong hand was hoisting up her right leg to angle it. With the same ceremony as any of the other men (none at all) it was aggressively slammed forward, going balls deep in the little cunny in a single thrust. This time, Misty moaned with delight. As the pounding continued, Misty found herself trying to picture the scene from outside. Perhaps even more children were shoved into the aisle across from hers. Either way, there must be at least one whole row of adult men just leisurely pumping away at tiny holes, asses turned upward or downward as the men saw fit, pussies bulging and assholes stretched... and of course, the occasional innocent little face, stuffed obscenely with cock. Men were probably lining up at one kid or the other, cocks throbbing, waiting for their turn at the children who were stuffed between the goods. And so it went. One after another, full grown men fucked away at little Misty and the other children. An hour passed, then another... It was finally quiet, save the groggy moans and whimpers of the other children. Misty, equally dazed, lay limply in the shelf, feeling rivers of sperm drooling from both of her sore holes, and her tummy actually felt like she'd eaten a large meal. There was so much semen inside her, and she'd lost count of how many men deposited it. In just a few years, that would have pretty much guaranteed a mystery baby ballooning her flat little tummy in no time. Slowly, she got the strength to push herself back, her small feet shaking as they met the floor. She blinked in the store's light and looked down, seeing her basket intact. All around her were the other children's lower halves sticking out between cereal boxes, their holes pink and oozing white cream just like hers. Some probably needed more rest and were having naps... others probably lay there in the hope that another round would be coming. But for Misty, she had an errand to complete, and her trip had now gone on well into the afternoon. On her unsteady feet, she went to the counter to check out. The female cashier smiled down at the child knowingly as she passed the signed list over and set the basket upon the counter. As the woman began bagging items, she spoke to little Misty in a sweet, maternal tone. "Sounded like a lot of fun back there!" "... yeah." Misty admitted with a light blush. "How many guys did you get for yourself sweetie?" "I... don't know... I stopped counting..." the child confessed. The cashier chuckled at that gleefully. "Perfect. I can't wait 'til my shift is up... if it was, you'd be up here right now on this counter, getting some of the cum eaten out of you." She paused, and looked down at the child's cute little legs, covered as they were with flowing sperm. "Lift your dress at least, let me see your little kitty." Misty obeyed automatically, lifting the front of her skirt. Her cum-coated little baby cunny was very stretched out from multiple uses, and very pink. The cashier licked her lips. "Very nice. Just how a child should look. Here's your reciept sweetie..." Misty took her reciept and bags and thanked the nice woman politely. With one last glance down the aisle of fellow well-used children, she walked out of the building and started making her way home. "Goodness young lady. Ye sure took ye time!" Mrs. Devaney said, as her daughter came in with a groceries. The child had pink cheeks, her clothes were ruffled, her baby pussy was bright red and leaking sperm down her thigh, her panties were missing, and her normally pretty hair was a total mess. In short, she looked very cute. Misty sat the groceries down. "Can I... go lay down?" "Of course, sweetie. Just make sure ye come down in an hour fer dinner, hear?" Her mom cheerfully said. "I can take care of ye father's blowjob today but you'll owe me for it." At the foot of the stairs, Misty paused, blushed, and looked back at her mother. "It's okay... I can do it." Mrs. Devaney smiled, feeling suddenly very proud of her daughter. She nodded. "Ye daddy will like that." The child nodded and, with some effort, began climbing the stairs. She paused halfway and, once again, turned to her mother, who was still watching after her lovingly. "And... after dinner... can I go play at the playground?" "Of course, darling. Ye might just want to go naked and save ye'self some trouble." "Yeah... maybe so" Misty giggled, and then continued up towards her room. Mrs. Devaney smiled and watched her daughter's little bare ass beneath the miniskirt, noting how from behind both holes could be seen gaping and pink. How would they look after another pedo orgy or... three? 'Children's day', she thought. 'What better way to celebrate these little weans?' she thought as she squeezed her breasts through her blouse and reached up under her dress to pat her bare pussy mound.