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   Jenny's Couch, part 10 (Karen's Hallowe'en 2) (Mg, m+g, teen, ped, oral,
anal, mast, gangbang, prost, forced-exhib, reluc, humil, cons, alcohol,
psychobabble) by Rufus Fugit

   "Okay, we're here!"

   I put the truck in park and shut off the engine.  We were parked on my
neighborhood common, which was really nothing more than a roughly oval
field of 5 acres or so.  The main road of the neighborhood looped around it
with driveways and several cul-de-sacs radiating out.  The field was in a
shallow depression like a bowl with houses looking down on it, while the
dead-end streets went over the lip of the low ridge and wound down the
hillside.

   The end where I was parked was filling up with other cars.  Each
discharged its own load of laughing, costumed children shepherded by an
adult like as not in costume, too.  My truck sat a bit apart from the main
parking area, on the other side of a tall, spreading pine tree.  At the far
end of the field, I could just make out activity in the gathering dusk -
guys from the neighborhood association were setting up the fireworks. 
Closer to us, at the edge of the parking area, a small portable stage had
been erected where the awards for the best costumes would be handed out
later.

   In the quiet after I killed the engine I could hear the low, throbbing
hum of the vibrator shoved up eleven-year-old Karen's ass.  She was
kneeling on the floorboards with her head resting in her little sister's
lap and her arms around her waist.  Her butt stuck up in the air and the
tail attached to the modified vibe swung back and forth, slapping gently
against the dashboard.  Karen had black coolie slippers on her feet.  A
headband with kitty ears attached crowned her mane of blonde hair.  She was
wearing nothing else.  Her nudity was concealed by the fantastical leopard
bodypaint Nate had airbrushed onto her.  Nate would've charged hundreds of
dollars for that normally, but Karen's hot, barely-pubescent cunt had
earned it for her in fifteen minutes.

   Karen's cheek rested on Renee's small thigh.  Her head was carefully
turned to the side to prevent anything snagging her whiskers, three
titanium wires piercing the skin between her nose and her upper lip.  Her
eyes were closed, concealing for the moment the yellow cat's eye contact
lenses that completed her ensemble.

   This was the fifth-grader's first experience with an anal vibrator and
she had found it terribly uncomfortable at first.  As we had driven up the
hill from Nate's place she had grunted and moaned as each bounce of the
suspension caused her muscles to clench around it.  Karen looked almost
relaxed now but her mind was in a whirl.  The new and intense sensations
bombarding her body made it difficult to think straight.  There was still a
dull, burning ache in her ass and a feeling of uncomfortable fullness, like
a big poop wanting to come out, but giving into the urge to tense her
abdominal muscles and push just made it hurt worse.  At the same time,
clenching up made her feel the slow, thrumming vibration in her tummy, her
thighs, and her overstimulated clitoris.  It was still sensitive from
Mister Nate's tongue and fingers, and as the truck bounced up the hill she
could feel ticklings of pleasure starting to radiate again from the swollen
bud.

   Her fresh piercings still stung, though the pain had thankfully receded
from the bright agony she had first felt as the wires punctured the skin of
her face.  But the odd feeling of the metal whiskers pressed against her
gums and the way they pulled at the tiny holes each time she moved her face
or spoke made it impossible to ignore.

   And she was naked.  You didn't realize, she thought, how much clothing
shielded your skin from the world.  The grit on the floor mat dug into her
knees, the warm air from the heater blew across her thighs and her back,
the rough fabric of Renee's trousers rubbed against her belly and her
sensitive nipples.  Each sensation felt a thousand times more intense than
if she had been dressed.  On top of that, her heart was stuttering in fear
at the thought that in just moments she would have to leave the relative
safety of the truck and spend the next two hours or more exposing her
preteen body to dozens of strangers.  As much as she wanted to show off her
costume and win the prizes and acclaim from its artistry, that meant she
would have to show off her tiny titties and her nearly-bald pussy as well,
and hope that I was correct that no one would realize they were covered in
paint and not fabric.

   That was her dilemma in a nutshell.  On the one hand she desperately
wanted the approval from her parents, peers, and church role models for
being the modest, innocent, virginal child she pretended to be.  On the
other, she knew it was a lie.  She knew because I made sure she knew that
she was unworthy of their affection.  I took every opportunity to fan the
flames of her sexual desire - and then satisfy it.  When I had discovered
her perfectly normal and age-appropriate experiments with masturbation, I
had used her childish guilt as a lever to make her my sex toy.  And with
each new act I made sure that both her physical pleasure and emotional
turmoil grew exponentially until the young girl was completely unable to
resist her body's urges, and deeply ashamed of that inability.  And now her
mind was churning with the fresh memory of Mister Nate's hands on her body,
his mouth fastened on her tender cunny.  For weeks I had been telling her
that she was a whore but today for the first time she actually traded sex
for something she wanted.  Mister Nate was a total stranger and within ten
minutes of meeting him she had found herself naked and spreadeagled before
him.  The worst part was, she had enjoyed it.  He had licked and nibbled
her to two wonderful orgasms; her button still tingled with the memory. 
It's true, she told herself despairingly.  I am a whore.  The thought
echoed over and over in her head.

   "Everybody out!  Let's go trick-or-treating!" I hopped out of the truck
and ran around to the passenger side.  I pulled the door open to reveal the
two children.  Renee had already unlatched her seatbelt and was wiggling
impatiently, trying to get out from underneath Karen.  I wrapped my hands
around the older girl's slim waist, just above where her hips were barely
beginning to widen.  Her skin was soft and cool to my touch.  I lifted her
out of the truck and set her on her feet next to me.  The temperature had
dropped noticeably and the breeze had gotten gusty just in the time it had
taken us to drive up from Nate's.  Karen clamped her arms against her chest
and pushed her hands down to cover her crotch against the cold wind.  The
pale skin of her hands contrasted with the dark, mottled paint covering her
smooth mound and abdomen.  Dead leaves blew against her calves, and she
began shivering.  Renee hopped out in her cute pirate costume, taking a
moment to adjust the plastic sword and pistols in her belt.  I grabbed two
orange cloth sacks from behind the seat.

   Karen jumped as the door slammed shut.  Her eyes were opened wide as she
stared wildly around her.  There were plenty of people walking in the
gathering dusk, but none were very close to us and no one paid us any
particular attention.  I knelt before her and captured her wrists in my
hands, prying her hands off her mound and holding her arms at her sides. 
"What did we talk about, Karen?  If you act like you're naked, people are
going to figure out you're naked.  Look, it's almost dark.  As far as
anyone will be able to tell, you're wearing a costume like everyone else.
But if you slink around trying to cover up, people will wonder what you're
trying to cover, then they'll look close, then they'll see."

   The eleven-year-old was panting with anxiety.  "I...I don't...I don't
think I can.  Oh, geez..." She was shivering harder as the cold wind picked
up.

   "Of course you can, sweetie," I said briskly.  "You've been doing so
well at home.  You walk around bare all the time there, don't you?  It
doesn't bother you there, does it?" I bent to look directly into her weird
golden eyes.  "Does it?"

   "N..no, but..."

   "No buts.  You do it there, you can do it here.  Just pretend you're at
home, if that helps.  Karen, I know you can do this!  Now let's stop
dallying and get some candy!"

   "But I'm c-c-cold," she whined.  "Can't I wear a coat?  Pleeeease?"

   "No, you can't.  It'll spoil your costume." But the child really did
need something.  The temperature was dropping lower.  Up close, I could see
that her painted skin was covered with gooseflesh.  Her nipples were
crinkled and stiff.  I reached into my own quilted jacket and pulled out a
small silver flask.  I unscrewed the lid and tipped it to her lips.  "Here,
take a little of this.  Just a small swallow, not too much."

   Obediently, Karen drank.  She swallowed and immediately began choking
and coughing.  Her eyes teared up, and she made a face.  "What...what is
that?"

   "Blackberry brandy.  It may not taste great, but it'll warm you up."

   Her expression cleared as she felt the liquor burn its way down her
throat and radiate out warmth from her rounded belly.  "Wow, it does..." I
turned loose of her wrists and for the first time she stood straight.  She
rubbed her hands on her tummy.

   I leaned very close to the naked girl.  Karen was tall for eleven, so I
had to look up at her outrageously painted face.  "Karen, I don't want you
to get in trouble.  There's nothing to be scared of." As I spoke softly,
encouragingly, I gently chafed her upper arms, warming the chilled skin and
feeling her childish muscles shifting beneath my hands.  Our faces were so
close that I could feel her warm breath on my skin.  "You just have a fun
secret from all these people.  At home it makes you feel sexy when you show
off your babycunt." I slid my hands off her arms, down over her budding
nipples, stroking gently down her belly, her abdomen, and finally over the
fine, invisible dusting of hair on her mound.  "It made you feel sexy to
show Mister Nate your babycunt." Her mouth fell open a little as I stroked
my thumbs gently along her slit, pushing her oversized clit from side to
side as it peeked out from under its hood.  "Doesn't it make you feel sexy
now?  To show your babycunt to everyone without them knowing?"

   Karen made a wordless sound of pleasure, a soft "Mmmmm..." as I reversed
one hand and rubbed my fingers along her vulva.  Her knees started to
tremble and she rested her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance.

   "You do feel sexy now, don't you?" I curled my middle finger and dragged
it up and down her bald slit, feeling her inner labia moisten and flower
open under my gentle touch.

   "Yesss..." she responded, her eyes closing as her attention turned from
the breezy night around us to the familiar pleasure rising from her
immature cunny.  "Ah!" she exclaimed as my finger slid slowly into her. 
Her grip tightened convulsively on my shoulders as I began to pump my
finger gently in and out.  The contrast between the heat and and the
pulsating grip of her vagina, and the cold wind blowing across my finger
coated with her moisture as it slid out was striking.  When I pushed into
her hot, moist channel I could feel the thrumming of the vibrator in her
ass, in time with the attached tail as it swished back and forth behind
her. I pushed my palm against her clit, transferring the vibration directly
to her pleasure button, and Karen began to moan quietly.  She nibbled at
her lower lip as her creamy secretions squished audibly out around my
digit.

   When I judged that the child was thoroughly aroused but nowhere near
orgasm yet, I withdrew my finger.  Her eyelids opened slowly and her mouth
pursed as she felt me leaving her.  The three wires piercing her skin
twitched as her upper lip moved, and then twitched again as she reacted to
the sting the movement brought.  I licked my finger clean, savoring her
delicious spicy taste, then gently wiped away the aromatic goo that clung
to her slit and her puffy labia.  "It makes me feel sexy, too, you know, to
know we have a sexy secret.  Feel." I stood and placed her palm on my fly.
Her hand closed over the stiff shaft pressing out against my tight jeans.
She had come to know my penis intimately in the past month, and she looked
up at me curiously as she traced its length.

   "Wow, it's really big.  Did I do that?"

   "Yes, you did.  You're such a sexy little girl.  I love you naked and I
love that it's our secret.  You're ready now, aren't you, Karen?  Let's go
trick-or-treating."

   And she was ready.  Whether it was the pep talk, the effect of the
alcohol on her small body, the arousal I had just coaxed from her, or some
combination of all three, the child had mastered her fear.  I could still
see her chest rise and fall deeply and rapidly in excitement, and she was
still covered in goosebumps, but she set her head high and stood up
straight, arching her back and pushing out her puffy little nipples to the
world.

   Renee had been standing quietly during the entire discussion, watching
us with that flat, unemotional gaze that was so disquieting in a little
girl her age, but she broke into a big grin and a little dance of impatient
joy when I handed her and her sister their candy sacks and, taking their
hands, set off through the parking area towards the street.

   Karen's gait was still a little unsteady on the rough ground. 
Occasionally she would grunt softly as a footfall or a twitch of her
muscles intensified the dull pain in her ass.  I led us across the field,
keeping some distance between us and the other trick-or-treaters until we
reached the road.  As we were midway between two of the infrequent
streetlights we drew abreast of a neighbor I knew slightly.  He was
escorting three boys.  The oldest looked about Renee's age and the youngest
was a toddler.  Karen's small hand tightened in mine and she tried to half
hide behind me but I was having none of that.  I squeezed her hand and
tugged her out into view.  "Hi, Bob, how's it going?"

   Bob returned my casual greeting.  "And who is this?" he asked.  "Not
yours?  I didn't think you had kids."

   "Nope, just some friends I borrowed so I could go trick-or-treating," I
chuckled.  "The pirate is Renee, and this -" I pulled Karen in front of me
and held her there with my hands on her shoulders.  "This is my little cat,
Karen."

   "Avast there, Mister Bob!" Renee piped up.  Karen, though, had gone
stiff with fear.  Walking across the field had felt brave, but now she was
standing just inches from the man and his children.  She was sure he could
tell, that he would shout out the truth and she would be trapped, naked, in
the middle of a jeering crowd.  She wanted to run.  She wanted to die.  She
wanted the earth to swallow her.  She felt herself blushing hot waves of
humiliation under her body paint.  She tried to speak but could barely
whisper a choked "Hi."

   But Bob barely glanced at her.  "Nice costumes," he said.  "Well, see
you at the fireworks.  C'mon kids, let's get some candy." And he turned and
strode away.

   Incredulous relief washed over Karen.  Her body prickled and chilled as
her flush faded.  "It...it worked!" She hadn't really believed until that
moment that it would.  She felt faint, and giddy, and...something else. 
Unconsciously she rubbed a hand against her mound.  She closed her eyes and
heaved a huge sigh as she pressed down, feeling the vibrations pass more
strongly through her pubescent genitals.

   "Told ya," I smirked.  I took her hand back, and she shifted her weight
from foot to foot trying to preserve the momentary stimulation.  "Now let's
go."

   At the first house we were greeted by a woman done up as a witch, green
skin, warts and all.  The front door was open and the foyer was lit in red
and green.  The witch crouched over a large cauldron.  Fog bubbled out of
it as she cackled and mugged.  I hung back as the girls stepped up on the
porch.  "Trick or treat!" they called together, sending the witch into
another bout of hysterical, stereotypical laughter.  She bent down to look
closely at the children.  The dim, shifting lights concealed Karen's
nakedness as I knew they would.  "Look at you, my pretties!  A pirate, come
to steal my gold?"

   "Arrrr!" Renee cried, brandishing her plastic sword.

   "And you..." the woman stopped, momentarily startled as she got a good
look at Karen's yellow cat eyes.  (That was the other thing I was counting
on.  The contact lenses were so striking, I figured few people would look
closely beyond them.) "Oh, my!  A jungle cat!  I have no magic to protect
me from a leopard!" Karen curved the fingers of her free hand into claws
and growled.  The warmth flowing from the house bathed her face, her
nipples, her belly and thighs, contrasting with the cold wind blowing
against her back and her stuffed ass.  The sensations of her nakedness were
inescapable but she found the growing confidence to ignore them.

   Playing her part to the hilt, the witch shuffled back to her cauldron
and plunged her hand into its bubbling depths.  A flick of her wrist, and
some candy dropped into the children's sacks.  "Thank you," the girls
chorused.  The witch let out another cackle as they turned to go.  They
skipped down the porch steps, I took their hands again and we headed for
the next house.

   For the next few houses it was normal trick-or-treating.  Karen's
confidence grew as it appeared that her nudity went unnoticed.  She became
more and more animated, skipping around and laughing with her little sister
as we walked between houses, growling and hamming it up for the homeowners.
After we left the fourth or fifth house Karen began complaining of the cold
again, so I let her have another small swallow of blackberry brandy.  As
before, she made a face at the liquor's flavor (and then another grimace at
the sting as the skin pulled around her fresh piercings), but her shivering
stopped and soon she was laughing again and capering around us.  She even
got down on all fours like a cat, sticking her skinny butt up in the air
and wiggling it as her tail lashed back and forth.  That was a problem,
though, as it made the contours of her smooth, puffy lips plainly visible
between her skinny thighs.  Saying "Careful, kiddo!  That's showing off a
bit more than you want to," I reached out and lightly slapped her vulva. 
She was so startled she fell over onto her back on the cold grass.

   Karen groaned as her fall drove the butt plug further up her anal
passage, but then her breath caught as the new pressure transmitted the
vibrations more strongly to her tender clitoris.  I saw her face go slack
in the dim light and her legs fell open.  Her breath huffed out and as her
baby six-pack tensed and relaxed I could clearly see a flash of pink
between her dark-painted labia.  "Ah...ah...ah," she gasped as without
thought her right hand stole between her legs and her fingers gently rubbed
at her clitty.  It was shaded nearly black like the rest of her lower
abdomen, crotch, and buttocks but under her touch it swelled visibly and
stood up proudly, gleaming wetly in the dim light and spoiling the smooth
lines of her naked vulva.  Her undeveloped, painted body looked beautifully
and bizarrely slutty as she lay spreadeagle on the grass.  My cock throbbed
inside my tight denim pants as I imagined tearing off my own clothing and
sinking it into her smooth bald slit right there.  I could turn her over
onto her stomach and take her from behind.  Then I could stand up and carry
her from house to house, her hairless labia split wide and helplessly
speared on my tool.  I imagined her little feet kicking as she squirmed
deeper on my cock, gasping out "trick or treat" as my cum dripped out of
her swollen, abused cunt.

   I shook my head to clear it of the lurid vision and glanced around
quickly.  There were some people approaching.  "C'mon, Karen," I urged her,
"Get your hand off your babycunt and stand up," but she didn't even hear
me; she was totally focused on coaxing more pleasure out of her oversized
clit.  A nearby streetlight limned her naked body and it would be plain to
anyone passing by that she was masturbating shamelessly.  I reached down to
drag her to her feet, but Renee beat me to it.

   The third-grader had been very patient with all the delays getting Karen
painted and psyched up had caused, but now it appeared her patience was at
an end.  She wanted to collect her loot, and Karen's wanton sexual display
was holding us up.  Dropping her sack, she grabbed Karen's hand in both of
hers and pulled, jerking it away from her cunny.  "Karen!  Stop acting like
a whore!" she said sharply.  The older girl started at her little sister's
high voice and she seemed to come back to herself, realizing just what she
had been doing.  Guiltily she scrambled back to her feet and picked up her
sack.  Renee flounced off ahead of us towards the next driveway.

   I concealed a smile at Renee's outburst and Karen's response to it. 
"Don't worry, sweetie," I spoke softly in her ear, patting her comfortingly
on the shoulder.  "I know you can't help acting like a whore - you ARE a
whore, after all." Karen ducked her head, her enjoyment curdling within
her. She couldn't believe she had just started playing with her cunny right
out in the open.  It must be true, she thought, if she couldn't even keep
her hands off herself while trick-or-treating.  Her button was tingling
from the stimulation and the vibrating buttplug seemed to be sending
ever-stronger waves of pleasure rolling through her, even as she trembled
with shame and self-recrimination.  "If you keep playing with your babycunt
like that you're going to get all juicy and messy and EVERYONE will know
you're a whore.  You don't want that, do you?" Eyes stinging with unshed
tears of humiliation, Karen shook her head and walked ahead, following her
little sister.

   The next house was set a bit further back from the street than most. 
Karen rang the bell, and the door was opened by a bored-looking teenager.
He appeared to be 14 or 15 at the most, tall and skinny with an unruly mop
of brown hair.  He looked to be in the middle of a growth spurt and at the
moment his nose, hands and feet were outpacing the rest of him.  There was
a heavy dusting of acne across his cheeks and rather weak chin.  I watched
from a few steps back as the girls struck their poses.  I imagined he had
been dragooned into this role; perhaps his parents were working on the
fireworks setup.  He looked with contempt at the costumed children.  His
only response to their gleeful "Trick or treat!" was to roll his eyes,
heave the sigh of the long-suffering teenager and step back, gesturing at a
bowl full of popcorn balls on a table behind him.

   The table sat right under a chandelier, too large and too bright for the
space, but there was no way to stop Karen from walking in behind Renee. 
Still, she might have gotten away clean if she hadn't stumbled on the
rustic faux-slate tile floor.  She lurched right into the boy who grabbed
her arms to keep her upright, but his eyes flew open when he felt not
fabric as he expected, but cool goose-pimpled skin.  Astonished, he rubbed
his hands over her sides before she could react. 
"You're...you're...NAKED!" he stuttered out.  "Holy shit!"

   Karen knew she was busted as soon as she felt the boy's hands on her
skin.  For a brief moment she was paralyzed with fear, then her brain
short-circuited and her body went into blind panic mode.  Her arms flailed
weakly and she literally began running in circles - taking a step or two
one way, then reversing course, then going in a third direction.  There was
a roaring in her head as her illusion of safety and her courage collapsed
into terror.  The protection of her elaborate body paint disappeared and
her skin prickled all over.  Her face burned and her stomach knotted. 
There was nowhere to run.  She was naked miles from home, the clothes she'd
been wearing had been thrown away, and her suitcase was locked in my truck.


   Renee whirled around and stared in distress as her big sister lurched
around the foyer in panic.  She saw a spiteful smile spread across the
boy's face as Karen vainly tried to cover herself with her thin arms. 
Renee was a tough little kid - she had stood up to teenaged bullies on the
playground, so her first thought was to protect her older sister.  She
pushed between the two older children and, putting her hands at her
shoulder level on the boy's stomach, tried to push him backwards.  "Leave
my sister alone!" she shouted.

   The boy's smile just grew wider.  "I'm going to tell!" he said
gleefully. "You're naked, and I'm telling!" That was when I stepped quickly
into the house, grabbed his shoulder and spun him to face me.

   I glared down at him.  I'm not a big guy but I overtopped him by at
least a head.  "Don't be stupid, boy!"

   His smile faded, replaced by an equally childish stubborn, sulky
expression.  "I'm telling," he repeated with considerably less force.

   "That's stupid," I said again.  "What do you think will happen if you
tell?  Our car's right outside," I lied, "and we'll run and get in it and
be gone before anyone else comes.  You think anyone's going to believe you?
They'll just think you're a crazy little perv, which I bet you are anyway."
The boy's eyes flashed in anger but I could see he realized I was right. 
"On the other hand..." I paused.  "Got twenty bucks?"

   "Why?" he demanded suspiciously.

   "Well, if you got twenty bucks and you can keep your mouth shut, rather
than running away and making you look foolish, this naked girl will suck
your dick."

   "What?!" Karen and boy exclaimed together.  I reached around and grabbed
Karen to pull her in front of me.  She cowered but I pulled her arms and
pressed my body against her, forcing her back to arch.  I could feel her
trembling against my erect penis through my jeans as I made her display
herself to the teenager.  Renee stepped back, eyes wide, candy sack
forgotten in her grip as she looked up at me confronting the boy.

   "You heard me.  I bet you've never had a blow job, have you?  You could
have one right now." I let go of her arms and pressed my hands against her
chest.  The boy's mouth dropped open in astonishment as I seized Karen's
stiff nipples in my fingers, tugging each walnut-sized painted nub in turn,
stretching out one then the other from her otherwise flat chest.  Karen
tried to pull away but shock and fear robbed her of coordination and all
she could do was whimper and writhe back against me.  She turned her head
away and closed her eyes tight, trying to make it all go away.  "Look at
these titties!  Here, feel them yourself.  Go ahead, it's okay." I grabbed
his left hand and raised it to press his fingers against Karen's right
nipple.  He gulped audibly but with my encouragement he began twisting and
pulling on it in rhythm with my other hand.  Karen's whimper turned to a
wordless exclamation of outrage.  She tried to twist her body away but I
held her firmly between us.  The boy's face got red and I could see his
low-slung cargo shorts tenting out.  "Look at her hot little mouth," I
continued.  I moved one hand up to stroke across her lips.  I pressed a
finger against her cupid's bow, making her squeak in pain as I pressed the
wires running beneath the skin against her upper gumline.  "She'll put your
peter in her mouth - IF you have twenty bucks.  Do you?" He gulped again
but was unable to speak.  He managed a jerky nod.  "Well, go get it!  Now!"


   The boy jumped back at my order, forgetting to turn loose of Karen's
nipple first.  It pulled way out before slipping through his fingers. 
Karen yelled "Ow!" as the swollen, abused breast bud snapped back to her
chest.  The boy ran back into the house, turned a corner and we heard him
galloping up the stairs.

   Karen's nearly-flat chest was heaving with the effort of her ineffectual
struggles to get away.  I spun her around to face me.  Tears welled up
around her eerie contact lenses and spilled down her cheeks as her painted
face twisted.  "No...I don't...I can't..." she stuttered out as her wire
whiskers twitched.

   "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," I falsely assured her, "but you have no
choice." I spoke rapidly and softly.  "It was all I could think of to keep
him from telling.  We'd have to run away and you'd probably get caught. 
You'd get arrested, and have to spend the night in jail naked.  All the
police, the judge, everyone would see like that.  Your picture might even
be in the paper!  And, look, that would be the end of our
trick-or-treating. You don't want to spoil things for your sister, do you,
after she was so brave and tried to protect you?" We both looked at Renee
who was looking anxiously from me, to Karen, to the back hallway where the
boy had disappeared.

   Karen reluctantly shook her head.  "No...but, but, I only ever...with
you," she stammered.  "I don't know how to, to...suck...anyone else."

   "It's easy," I told her, getting down on my knees and looking right into
her glowing yellow contacts.  "You'll do great.  You're a great cocksucker!
You were great the first time you swallowed my squirt at your school, and
you've only gotten better.  You just have to work fast, before anyone else
comes to the door.  But I'll help you.  Okay?"

   "I...I..." Karen didn't know what to say.  She felt trapped.  What had
seemed like such a great joke moments ago had somehow spun completely out
of control.  She wanted to run, to hide, to disappear and never come out
again.

   But she was out of time.  We heard the boy galumphing down the unseen
stairs and a second later he burst through the back archway and skidded to
a stop in front of us.  In one sweaty hand he held out a crumpled
twenty-dollar bill.  Karen stared dumbly at it.  I picked up her discarded
candy sack and handed it to her.  "Here, sweetie," I said.  "This is just
the same, except you're both getting a treat instead of only you.  Go
ahead, say it.  Say it!"

   At my insistence, Karen held out her sack, though she stared at the
floor, unable to meet the boy's lustful gaze.  "T...trick or treat," she
said tremulously.  After a second, the boy figured out that he was supposed
to drop the money in her bag, but then they both just stood there, unsure
of what to do next.  It looked like organizing the party fell to me.

   "Renee, go stand at the front door.  Is anyone coming?" The little girl
shook her head.  "Good, tell me if anyone starts up the walk.  Boy, why
don't you sit down here." I half-led, half-shoved him down into a small
wing chair against one wall.  On a small table next to it were a few pieces
of junk mail and a picture frame.  A rather frumpy-looking middle-aged
couple and a slightly younger version of the boy smiled out at us.  The boy
sat down but his peter was quite obviously standing up in his shorts.  I
pulled Karen over in front of him, then stood behind her and pressed my
hands on her shoulders, gently forcing the naked eleven-year-old to her
knees.  I crouched down with her and whispered in her ear.  "Unzip his fly
and take out his penis." When she hesitated I reached down and grabbed the
base of her tail, jiggling it and the vibrator buried in her anal cavity.
She yipped in surprise and lost her balance, spreading her knees and
falling forward, catching herself between the boy's thighs.  "Do it now,
Karen.  You have to.  C'mon, it'll be easy," I wheedled.  "Just do it and
we'll do more trick-or-treating, and when we're done I'll make you feel
good."

   Karen gave up.  She couldn't see any way to resist that wouldn't lead to
the dire consequences I had described.  Her hands shook as they reached out
to tug at the boy's zipper.  It came down easily and she reached into the
gap.  She had spent a good part of the last month on her knees just like
this as I reclined on the giant sectional couch in her family room and as a
result she knew her way around male underwear.  Even trembling with anxiety
as she was, it was only a second before she fished out the boy's erection.
It was decent-sized for a kid his age, maybe 5 inches long and not too
thick.  The circumcised head was curved a bit to one side, dark purple and
already slimy with precum.  The entire shaft pulsed and bobbed with the
boy's racing heartbeat.  Karen stared at it, transfixed.  After all, it was
only the second penis she had ever seen in her life.b I had to put my hand
on the back of her neck and push her head gently towards it.  She was
whimpering softly as she bent forward until her lips pressed against the
tip.  I watched closely over her bare shoulder as she paused, gathering her
courage, then her eyes closed and her lips parted, and she slowly sucked
about half the length of the boy's adolescent peter into her mouth.

   Unless I missed my guess, it was the first time in the kid's life anyone
but him had touched his penis.  His entire body tensed.  He white-knuckled
the chair arms and stared down in wonder at his tool disappearing into the
blond preteen's mouth.  Karen's cheeks hollowed and she made a sloppy
sucking sound as she withdrew until just the head was still between her
lips, revealing the thin shaft now shiny with her saliva.  I could see her
tongue working in her cheeks as she used some of the skills I had taught
her.  The boy twitched and writhed in the chair.

   I reached down to wiggle Karen's tail again.  She gulped the boycock
back into her mouth, making little groaning sounds in her throat as the
vibrator moved in her rectum.  The sight was beautiful - a naked preteen
kneeling on the cold stone flooring with her mouth stuffed full of
adolescent cock.  My own cock was on fire and my heart was hammering in my
chest from lust and the excitement of the risk I was running - forcing a
nude fifth-grader to fellate a teenager in his own front hall with the door
wide open.

   Karen's butt wriggled back and forth where it rested on the upturned
soles of her shoes as she tried to minimize the discomfort of the anal
vibe. Her shoulderblades shifted under her painted skin as she raised and
lowered, striving to find a comfortable rhythm.  I leaned forward to
whisper in her ear as she tightened her lips into a hot, pliable ring
rising and falling, rising and falling on the tube of flesh.  "Good girl,
Karen, what a good little whore you are.  You're the best cocksucker I
know, give this boy something he'll never forget.  Suck that penis, whore,
suck it good!  Earn your money!" The room was filled with Karen's slurping
noises and soft, high-pitched moans, and the boy's rapid gasping as
pleasure like he'd never known before washed over him.

   I'd figured he'd be quick and fortunately I was right.  Just as Renee
cried out, "Someone's coming!" so was he.  He stiffened and pushed up out
of the chair, burying his skinny tool to the root in Karen's mouth.  She
gave a muffled yelp as her whiskers snagged on his shorts.  The boy grunted
and Karen gagged as his cockhead hit the back of her throat, and then she
felt hot cum splashing off her palate and filling her mouth.  She made a
soft choking sound but, remembering her lessons, clamped her lips tight so
none of the sticky fluid would spill out.  She backed off and wrapped one
hand around the shaft to prevent him from gagging her again as he spasmed.
I saw her throat work as she swallowed repeatedly.  The boy gave one more
drawn-out groan then collapsed in the chair.  Karen sucked her mouth off
the end of his tool and milked it carefully, licking up the final drops of
ejaculate as they oozed out of the tip.  I leaned back to glance out the
front door past Renee.  A gaggle of kids was about halfway up the long
front walk.  I caught Karen under one armpit and pulled her to her feet. 
She stared around wildly as if remembering where she was.  "You did great,
Karen, but now we have to go.  Pick up your sack," I reminded her.  She
took two shaky steps and bent to retrieve it from the floor.  Then, before
I could say anything else, she fled out the door and across the yard, away
from the approaching group.  Renee hesitated a second and then ran after
her.

   I looked down at the teenager in the chair.  Gone was the sulky, closed
expression, replaced by a mask of drooling, idiotic bliss.  I remembered
that feeling, but there was no time to dwell on it now.  "Better do your
pants up," I said.  He jumped, clearly having forgotten anyone else was in
the house with him.  "Oh, and if you have any friends in the neighborhood
your age, and they have twenty bucks?  Call them.  Tell them we'll be
walking around that way." And with that I stepped out into the cool night
air, looking for the two children.

   I didn't see them immediately but there was a thick clump of bushes
marking the property line with the next house and I thought I spotted a
flash of orange so I headed in that direction.  Sure enough, Karen was
crouching in the shelter of the tall shrubs.  She squatted flat-footed,
knees spread wide.  The tendons on the insides of her thighs stood out
tense on either side of her puffy, hairless lips as she shifted her balance
in the cold breeze.  She had one hand clapped over her eyes and the other
was buried between her legs, her fingers frantically strumming and pulling
at her oversized, erect clitoris.  She was making desperate little "uh, uh,
uh," noises.  Her slit was pulled wide open by her stance and even in the
dim light I could see that she was leaking, her pubescent juices oozing
freely to puddle on the cold ground beneath her.  Renee was looking on in
perplexity, her mouth twisted quizzically inside her costume beard. 
Fortunately, we were fairly sheltered and in deep shadow.

   I supposed a psychiatrist could've explained why the fifth-grader's
response to sexual abuse had become sexual self-abuse, but I didn't seem to
have one handy and in any case, I didn't care.  As long as her response
involved sex and not, say, dialing 911, we were right on track.  I reached
down, grabbed the girl under her armpits, and hoisted her to her feet.  She
made a sound of frustration as her hand was pulled off her little cunny but
I enfolded her in a hug.  "Great job, Karen!  I am soooo proud of you. 
That was an awesome blowjob!" I continued to praise the child
extravagantly. Her childish mind spun as, once again, I ladled on the adult
approval she craved so badly for acts which deep down she still believed
were despicable and wrong.  She buried her face in my chest and clung
tightly to me.  I knew she could feel my erection poking at her bare
stomach through my jeans and I thought I felt her grind herself lightly
against it.  I gently pushed her away.  "We've got a lot more houses to do,
sweetie.  You have to keep your hands off your babycunt or you'll get too
messy to be out in public." I swiped the cuff of my jacket sleeve over her
tender, swelling vulva to wipe it clean.  She groaned with frustration and
her skinny hips twitched, but I picked up her sack and put it in her hand.
I saw that she was lightly scraping her upper teeth across her tongue,
trying to clear the lingering taste of the boy's teenage sperm.  I uncapped
my flask and handed it to her.  She took a good-sized swallow of the sweet
brandy, coughed, and blew out hard as she felt the warmth spread through
her tummy again.

   I led the two girls down the yard at an angle to the street so we could
walk back up the next driveway.  Karen stumbled a bit on the rough ground,
then giggled.  The potent spirits were starting to have an effect on her.
"Hey, did you see the expression on his face when he squirted?" I said
quietly.  "I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head."

   Renee didn't react; she was all business again, all about the candy, but
Karen looked up at me a little goggle-eyed, the black slits of her contact
lens pupils swimming around in her sockets.  "Pop right out of his head,"
she repeated, then giggled some more.  The penultimate word sounded
suspiciously like "hish".  We did the next two houses without incident
although I noticed that Karen was having trouble standing still.  As she
held her sack out on the porches she was shifting from foot to foot as if
she had to pee.  That wasn't the problem, though.  The problem was her clit
had gotten so overstimulated that she felt every step and every wiggle of
the anal vibrator more and more keenly.  My insistence that she keep her
hands off herself was starting to make her crazy, and the alcohol was
dissolving what little self-control the eleven-year-old had.  I had to warn
her to hold her sack higher, over her privates, because the paint no longer
concealed her protruding pleasure button.

   As we turned the corner onto a short cul-de-sac, I saw a figure standing
beneath a streetlight, looking anxiously around at the passing groups of
children.  As we got closer I could see it was a teenager.  He was stocky
and soft-looking with a fat belly and a crewcut.  "Karen," I whispered,
"it's your next customer." Karen stopped and looked up at me, trying to
focus her eyes.  "Our little friend must've made some phone calls," I
continued, knowing darned well he had.  "We'll make everyone pay the same,
but we kind of have to or else they can tell on us.  You don't mind, do
you?" My words just washed over her.  Between the liquor, the sexual
stimulation, and the emotional turmoil she seemed to be kind of on
automatic pilot.

   "Um..." the boy cleared his throat as we drew abreast of him, looking
the children up and down before focusing on Karen's costume.  "Um...I got
twenty dollars," tumbled out in a rush.

   I said "Okay," but didn't stop, keeping a firm grip on the girls' hands
in mine.  The boy trailed along behind us.  When we reached the first
driveway I turned loose of the children.  Renee ran on ahead.  Karen
paused, confused, until I gave her a little push on the shoulder and she
stumbled after her little sister.  The boy started to follow but I grabbed
his arm.  "Not you, genius.  See those trees?" I indicated a circular stand
of pines two houses down.  I knew there was a small space inside them that
their thickly-needled limbs hid from the street.  "Go in there and wait. 
We'll be along." He looked at me suspiciously as if trying to figure out if
this was all some elaborate practical joke on him.  Looking at his
physique, his jug ears and his puzzled country face, I imagined he'd been
the butt of a few.  "Go on," I urged him.  He opened his mouth, was unable
to think of anything to say, and finally turned and headed off.

   I waited for the girls there at the curb and when they rejoined me, I
told Karen what was in store.  I gave her instructions as we walked to the
next house.  "You did great before, but we were in a hurry.  Talk to him a
bit.  Ask his name.  And no matter what you really think, once you get his
thingy out, tell him it's a nice one before you put it in your mouth." We
reached the next house just ahead of another group of children.  They were
unaccompanied by an adult so I assumed they were local.  There were a
couple of Harry Potters, a demon, and a very cool Princess Mononoke in
furs, big disc earrings, leggings and face paint.

   After collecting their loot they all came back down the driveway
together with Renee and Karen.  I hung back with my girls, letting the
other kids draw ahead so we would have no one near us as we drew alongside
the pine grove.  When I started up the lawn to it, though, Renee balked. 
"Do I haveta?" she asked, leaning back and pulling against my arm.  "I see
Karen suck your thingy all the time at home.  I wanna do some more houses,
I don't want to watch her being a whore."

   "Whoring," I replied absently.  "You say, 'I don't want to watch her
whoring'."

   "Well, I don't," the nine-year-old insisted.

   I looked around.  There were about ten more houses on the short dead-end
street.  "Okay," I said.  "You go on ahead and we'll catch up with you as
soon as Karen swallows this boy's squirt.  But don't go further than this
street.  If you finish this street before we find you, you wait on the
corner under the streetlight.  Understand?"

   "Yay!" Renee turned and sprinted for the next house, tossing a "Yes,
sir!" over her shoulder.

   Karen stood dumbly by through this exchange.  Not so long ago she
would've been outraged or humiliated to hear her little sister call her a
whore, but now she had little visible reaction.  Possibly she was
emotionally overloaded by the day's events, starting with being
unexpectedly prostituted to Nate, then realizing she was being forced to
walk the entire neighborhood naked, and now finding that selling her body
to strangers was an expected part of trick-or-treating.  Or she might just
have been too inebriated.  It was the first time she had been given more
than a sip of wine with dinner and, weighing perhaps all of seventy pounds
it didn't take much.  She was swaying on her feet as I urged her on towards
the trees.

   We stepped into the small clearing onto a heavy carpet of dead pine
needles.  Karen jumped and giggled as boughs brushed lightly across her
naked skin.  The boy turned, his face and heavy body dappled with the
yellow-orange streetlight shining through the trees.  I gave the young girl
a small push on her shoulder and she stumbled forward.  This time she knew
her part and needed no prompting.  "Hi!" she said brightly, holding out her
sack.  "Trick or treat!" The boy hesitated for a moment, then realized what
she was asking.  He dug into the back pocket of his jeans and came out with
a bill.  He spent rather longer than necessary unfolding and smoothing it,
then dropped it into the bag the child held open before him.

   "Thanks!" Karen said, and tossed the sack aside side.  She stepped
forward and threw her arms as far around the boy as she could reach,
pressing her skinny nude body against him.  She looked up at him, digging
her chin into his soft belly.  "Whatsh your name?" she asked.  She was
trying for coy.

   "J...Jimmy," the boy stammered.  He raised his arms hesitantly to rub
her back, but Karen stepped backwards.

   "Well, guess what, Jimmy?  I'm naked!  Whee!" She raised her arms and
attempted a pirouette, but she'd never gone to her ballet class drunk.  She
lost her balance and fell, giggling, onto the pine needles.  She bounced
back to her feet, arms out to maintain her balance.  Then she stepped
forward, suddenly all business, and tugged at the boy's leather belt.

   Jimmy appeared nonplussed by her antics but within a few seconds she had
his belt open and his jeans unzipped.  She tugged hard at the waistband but
they were too tight around his chubby ass; he had to help her pull them
down.  Then she yanked on his briefs, revealing a pale, limp, uncircumcised
tool, half-hidden underneath his fat belly.

   She wrapped her fingers around it, examining the first uncut penis she'd
ever seen.  It began to swell in her hand as she gently jacked at it.  It
must've looked weird to her with the floppy bit of skin at the end, but
just as instructed she cooed over it.  "Oooo, it's a nice one.  I bet it's
really tashty...tasty!" Jimmy grunted as she leaned forward to kiss the end
of it, then slurped it into her mouth.  It was small enough for her to take
the entire length.

   The height difference between the two kids made it awkward.  Jimmy was
too tall for Karen to kneel, but she had to lean down to get her mouth
around his half-erect peter and press her face into his fat paunch.  She
put her hands around his thighs to keep her balance, her fingers digging
into his ass cheeks.  The boy didn't seem to know what to do with his own
hands.  He rested them awkwardly on her narrow shoulders as she moved her
head forward and back, her long blonde hair swinging across her painted
butt.  It wasn't more than thirty seconds, though, before I saw him stiffen
and his hands clutch at her.  She moaned in protest but kept working her
lips and tongue as she felt a few drops of thin goo spray into her mouth.
Expecting more, she continued slurping at his tool until he grunted with
discomfort and pushed her away.  She staggered back two steps and
straightened up.  I could see she was thinking, "Is that all?" but my
coaching - and her parents' years of training her to be polite - kept her
from speaking out.  She wiped her hand across her mouth, exclaimed "ow!"
when she accidentally pulled on a whisker, then bent to pick up her sack
and with a quick "Thanks!" in the boy's direction, grabbed my hand and
pulled me out of the clearing.  I glanced back to see Jimmy staring after
us, dumbfounded, his pants around his ankles and his pathetic little tool
still drooping under his belly.

   As soon as we got near the street, Karen stuck out her tongue.  "Yuck!"
she said, making a face.  "He smelled bad, and his squirt tasted funny."

   "You did good, then," I praised her.  "If she's getting paid, a good
whore always makes the customer feel good." I gave her shoulder a quick
squeeze.  "You're a ood whore, Karen."

   She stuck her tongue out again.  "Can I have another sip of brandy?"

   "Okay, but just a little.  Hey, there's Renee!" The younger girl had
visited only two houses in the time it had taken Jimmy to blow his wad. 
"C'mon, let's catch her." Karen ran awkwardly beside me, waddling a bit as
the buttplug vibrated and shifted inside her.  Her tail tangled around her
legs and almost tripped her.  We caught up with her younger sister and hit
the houses at the end of the street together.  As we were walking back
towards the main road, we saw a different figure standing underneath the
same streetlight.  Word was traveling fast.  "Karen, looks like you have
another customer.  Go on back in the trees and wait.  Renee, you can do
these last three houses, plus the one on the corner, but I don't want you
to go any further than that, understand?  If we haven't caught up to you by
then, start heading back here.  But don't let anyone see you going into the
trees." We split up.  Renee headed up the driveway of the next house, Karen
stumbled off towards the pine trees, and I walked on towards the figure
standing in the pool of light.  He was tall, taller than me, but hadn't
started filling out yet.  Straight, dirty-blonde hair fell over his ears
and curled over the collar of a letter jacket.  He had the wispy beginnings
of a mustache at the outside edges of his upper lip.  "What's your sport?"
I asked as I drew alongside him.

   He was hugging himself in the night air.  The wind hadn't slackened any,
and the temperature was probably down around 50 by now, if not lower. 
"Track," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  "I got
twenty dollars," he continued with almost a hint of belligerence.

   I said nothing, just jerked my head and started off back towards the
grove of trees.  We stood at the curb for a minute as a bunch of children
passed us, then walked quickly into the shadows.  The boy was eager.  His
long legs carried him ahead of me and he stepped through the trees into the
clearing first, but then he jerked to a stop.  I shouldered past to see
what had startled him.

   Of course, it was Karen.  She was face-down on the ground.  Her forehead
was pillowed on her goodie sack.  Her knees were drawn up beneath her
against her chest.  She was not supporting herself on her hands so her
skinny ass stuck up in the air, pointed right at us.  She had reached back
with her left hand and grasped her costume tail, twisting it at the base to
wiggle the vibrating butt plug in her anus.  Her right arm was underneath
her, hand splayed against her labia with her middle finger buried in her
bald preteen vagina.  She was plunging the finger in and out rapidly.  Her
frantic groans and sighs were muffled by the carpet of dead needles.  Her
smooth vulva and hand were shiny with moisture and even in the dim light we
could see more creamy goo oozing out around her finger.  "Shit," the boy
whispered reverently as I stepped around him to kneel beside the
masturbating eleven-year-old.

   "Karen!" I said severely.  I yanked her finger out of her tight cunt. 
"What did I tell you about getting yourself too wet?  We're not done, and
you have to stay presentable." I knocked her other hand away from her tail,
then seized it myself and twisted and pushed it hard and deep into her
rectum.  She made a whistling groan as her breath was forced out of her.  I
spanked her, not too hard, right on her gaping slit.  "You are a nasty!"
Smack!  "Messy!" Smack!  "Little!" Smack!  "Whore!" SmacksmackSMACK!  She
yelped softly with each blow but if anything, her cunt leaked faster.

   I pulled her to her feet.  I straightened her kitty ear headband and
brushed her blond hair back into some semblance of order.  Her upper chest
was smudged with dirt and humus from the ground.  A dead leaf clung to one
puffy nipple.  Her cunny lips were swollen from the spanking I'd just
administered.  Even standing with her legs together, her slit gaped open
showing a streak of pink between the dark brown paint.  She blinked
rapidly, trying to focus on me.  "You have a customer, you dirty little
whore," I chuckled.  But she just stood there panting with her mouth half
open.  With those contact lenses it was impossible to tell if she even saw
me.  Sighing, I clamped my left hand over her mouth, tucking my thumb
underneath her jawbone so she couldn't wrench free, then squeezed her
swollen clitoris between my right thumb and forefinger and pulled, hard!

   That woke her up.  She squealed into my hand and tried to leap backwards
but my grip on her clit brought her up short like a poodle on a
choke-chain. Her eyes teared up as the sudden pain broke through her
alcoholic haze, and finally I had her attention.  "Your sister's going to
be waiting for us," I hissed at her, too quietly for the teenager behind me
to hear.  "Now get to work!" I let go of her mouth and her tortured clit,
stood up and stepped back.

   The boy had already opened his pants and was rubbing himself through
boxer shorts as he watched me spank the little girl.  Karen took a
shuddering breath and tried to compose herself.  She bent down to retrieve
her sack, groaning softly at the friction against her sore clit.  Holding
the sack open, she hobbled closer to the boy, looking up at him.  "Trick or
treat," she said thickly.  The boy giggled, his voice cracking, and dropped
a sweaty bill he'd been holding in his left hand into her bag.  Karen
stepped forward and pressed her hand against his boxers.  She groped for
the placket in the dim light but when she failed to find it immediately she
just grabbed the waistband and pulled down.  The boy's cock popped out and
bounced against her chin.

   Freed from his underwear, it stood straight up against his belly.  It
was a good inch longer than mine, although not as thick.  Except for a
short tuft of blonde fuzz at the top of the base his crotch and scrotum
were hairless.

   "Wow!" Karen exclaimed.  "It'sh a big one!" The boy was tall enough that
she hardly had to bend down at all to gulp down his tool.  She wrapped her
fist carefully around the base to control the depth of his thrusts and
began a rapid suction up and down.  She paused every few strokes to paint
her tongue all around the glans, licking it like an ice-cream cone. 
Meanwhile, her other hand cupped his smooth tight nutsack, rolling his
small balls back and forth.

   Once again, it didn't take long.  It wasn't more than two minutes of
Karen's expert fellation before the boy tensed all over and rose up on his
toes, arching his back.  His first shot of jizz caught Karen while she
licked at the head and sprayed right up her upturned nose.  She choked but
shoved the stiff shaft into her mouth, gasping and blowing in a vain
attempt to clear her gummed nostrils as the boy fired spurt after spurt of
hot semen into her.  She swallowed, then had to open her mouth to get air.
Cum spilled from her lips and drooled down her chin.  She took a deep
breath then determinedly clamped back down on the twitching organ, slurping
and sucking the last of the teen's orgasm out of him.

   It was the boy who pulled back, dragging his softening peter out of her
mouth with an audible "pop".  Suddenly dizzy, Karen staggered backwards and
sat down hard on the ground, groaning and arching her back as the impact
drove the butt plug deep inside her ass.  She slumped over onto her side,
hanging her head as her slim body was wracked with a coughing fit.  Globs
of cum and strings of mucus dripped thickly onto the ground.  The teen
looked scared at her collapse.  Afraid he had injured her, he hastily
pulled up his underwear, zipped up and left without looking back.

   I sat down beside the child, tenderly brushing her long hair away from
her face as the coughing fit passed.  Then I rolled her onto her back and
pillowed her head in my crossed legs.  I used my fingers to gently wipe
away the cum blocking her nostrils, being careful not to press too hard
against her metal whiskers.  Karen's eyes were closed.  I pushed my
semen-coated finger into her half-open mouth, rubbing it on her tongue. 
Her lips pursed around my digit, sucking it clean and rolling the familiar
taste around her mouth.  I continued to clean the smears of jizz off her
face and feed them to her, while with my other hand I slowly stroked her
cheeks, her neck, moving down to her chest and very gently rubbing her
painted nipples, brushing away the dirt and leafmold as I went.

   Karen's head was spinning.  My touch was comforting but as my fingers
trailed across her sensitive titties, the jangling buzz of her rising
sexuality threatened to overwhelm everything else.  It was like she was two
people.  She was the little girl that went to school, that played in the
park, that sang in the church choir - but she was also the whore.  She felt
like the whore was taking over, just like the heat rising in her and the
sparks shooting from her boobies down to her burning clitoris were taking
over her body.  She thought about being back in school on Monday, her
classroom with the scarred veneer tables and plastic chairs, the bright
construction-paper displays under buzzing fluorescent lights - but it was
less and less the little girl she imagined, and more and more the whore
fighting to take her place.  Caitlin would ask how her trick-or-treating
went, and she would try to answer but the whore would speak first: "Pretty
good.  I got some candy, then I sucked three cocks full of sperm, and then
later on a grownup fucked me really hard" - she was pretty sure I would -
"oh, and I was naked the whole time, that made my babycunt soooo hot..."

   "My babycunt," Karen whispered from my lap.  The little girl was getting
smaller, fleeing from the heat roiling in her pubescent vagina.  The whore
was taking over, and pretty soon the little girl would be gone forever. 
"My whore babycunt, oh..." she whimpered softly.  Tears leaked from the
corners of her eyes.  Karen cried for the vanishing little girl.  She
opened her legs and drew them up, bending her knees and raising her
slipper-clad feet.  As her pelvis rolled upwards her anus lifted off the
ground and her costume tail was freed from beneath her.  It swished back
and forth between her legs, sweeping pine needles this way and that as the
vibrator hummed inside her.  Her labia, swollen and slick, spread apart to
frame her vaginal opening dark and flushed with blood.  Her painted
clitoris stood straight up nearly a full inch, throbbing insistently in the
cold night air.

   I leaned forward slightly to rub my hands down Karen's slim torso,
tracing the bottom of her ribcage.  I felt the muscles in her abdomen jump
as I gently massaged them, her tight little sixpack tensing and releasing
as her breath caught in her throat.  "Pleeease..." she sighed, "Oh,
pleeeease, my babycunt...it's so hot...please, touch it...touch meeeee..."
Her spooky eyes were closed.  Her head rolled back and forth in my lap,
pressing on my burning stiff cock in very interesting ways.  I leaned over
further and stroked my index finger across her engorged clitoris as lightly
as I could.

   "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ahhHH!" Karen gasped and sighed at my touch.  Her arms
were spread on the ground and her hands clutched convulsively at handfuls
of dead needles and debris.  Her feet kicked back and forth as her pelvis
began to twitch and rotate under my feather-light touch, and her piquant
preadolescent scent rose to mingle with the astringent pine aroma.  I
pushed my other hand between her skinny spread thighs at the bottom of her
bald slit.  Her baby honey poured out, filling my palm and overflowing onto
the ground.  I raised the cupped hand and dribbled her hot juice back over
her and gently massaged it into her painted skin.  Her entire crotch
glistened in the dim light.  I trailed my finger lightly up her spread
slit, stroking up the underside of her clit.  "Oh, ah, ah, AH!" Her gasping
moans got louder and more frantic as the familiar wave of hot lava rose in
her belly, rising up to crash down on her.  She was nearly at the crest,
nearly there...

   Renee stepped into the clearing.  Her eyes were bright in the shadows.
She took in the sight of her older sister on the brink of orgasm.  She put
her hands on her hips and said, "I'm ready to do more houses.  Can't you
get her to stop whoring?" But she was giggling into her fake beard and her
tone was only mock-severe.

   I sat up, taking my hands off Karen's soaked, sticky crotch.  She moaned
in frustration and pumped her hips in the air.  "I think Karen's done
trick-or-treating.  She's way too tired and too messy to go to any more
houses." Renee's face fell, but she brightened as I continued.  "You can go
ahead, though, while I stay with her." I glanced at my watch.  "We still
have maybe half an hour, forty-five minutes 'til the fireworks, so we can
do one more street.  C'mon, Karen, time to go." I shook her shoulder
gently. She groaned in protest but I stood up, pulling the dazed and
sexually overloaded preteen to her feet.  She swayed and staggered, her
eyes only half-open.  Her face was clean but her crotch area was a mess,
slick and shiny with aromatic goo.  Her cunt gaped open, totally ruining
the illusion of her bodypaint.  There was no way she could stand under
another porchlight.  I picked up her sack and, checking first to make sure
the street was empty around us, we left the clearing.  Renee skipped ahead.

   We made it back to the main road, bypassing a couple of houses and
keeping clear of the other groups of costumed children until we reached the
next cul-de-sac.  I knew this was a longer street of perhaps twenty or
twenty-five houses.  It wound down the hillside towards a small pond at the
bottom.  One of the houses close to the corner was for sale and had been
vacant for some time.  I recalled it had a small picnic shelter in its
backyard which was hidden from the street.  I stopped on the corner.  Karen
stood with her head down, holding my hand.  I could hear the breath
whistling in her nose.  Her chest rose and fell deeply, as if she had been
running.  Her hips twitched as her costume tail lashed back and forth, and
I could see juice was continuing to ooze from her cunny.  The insides of
her skinny thighs were shiny with streaks and drips of wetness.  I pointed
at the empty house.  "We're going to be over there, in the back," I told
Renee.  "You can do this entire street, and when you're done you come find
us.  If the fireworks start before you've made it all the way around,
though, you stop right away and come back.  Understand?"

   Renee said, "Uh-huh," but she was bouncing in place in her impatience to
go out on her own.

   "Okay, what'd I say?"

   "Um...do this street and if the fireworks start, but you'll be over
there, and I should stop then...?"

   Close enough.  "Okay.  And you know not to ring the doorbell if the
porchlight's out, right?"

   "Yes," Dumb grownups.  Did I think she was a baby or something?

   "All right.  See you in a while," I watched her cute bubble butt
trotting away, then tugged on Karen's hand and headed for the empty house.
She trudged along next to me, too tired to even look around.

   As we approached the dark bulk of the house, a group stepped out of the
shadows.  I paused, prepared to give them a wide berth to conceal Karen's
disheveled state - but in a second I realized they were not children in
costume, but a group of older boys.  I stopped and let them approach us. 
One of them stepped forward.  "Hi," he said tentatively.  I didn't reply.
"Um...we have twenty dollars...?"

   "Each?" I asked.

   The boy answered "Yes!" sharply before he realized I was poking fun.

   "Okay, we're going behind the house, there.  You all wait a minute or
two and then c'mon back." Karen kept her eyes downcast.  She appeared to
not be paying any attention at all to the group of older males ogling her
nude body.  I tugged her hand and we started walking again.

   "She don't look so good," I heard a voice say as we passed.  I stopped
and turned.

   "No, she's fine, just a little tired." I put a hand under the child's
chin, raising her face to look at the boys and bent to whisper in her ear.
"You're ready for some more sex, aren't you sweetie?"

   Karen's eyes swam into focus, her yellow contacts taking in the group.
"I'm a whore," she said dully in her high child's voice.  "My whore
babycunt's burning up." I smiled at the boys and tugged the child back into
motion.

   "Damn," I head someone say behind us as we walked across the lawn.

   We slipped around the back of the darkened house.  The shelter was there
where I remembered it, with a stone picnic table and benches.  I put
Karen's sack on the table and set her on one of the benches and gently
pushed her down to lie on her back.  She didn't seem to feel the cold any
more, not even with her backside pressed against the chilled rough stone.
She drew up her heels on the bench and let her legs fall open, exposing her
puffy labia and gaping slit.  Her pink vaginal opening gleamed wetly,
looking almost black in the bright orangeish glow from the security light
on the back of the house.

   Karen blinked her eyes repeatedly, and raised a trembling hand to rub at
them.  "Are your eyes bothering you, sweetie?" I asked.

   She nodded.  "They itch."

   "Okay, I'm going to take your contacts out.  Hold still." I pressed a
hand on her forehead.  A shiver wracked her; perhaps she was remembering
the sting of the wires piercing her skin when last I held her like that.  I
leaned over her and carefully removed the soft lenses, revealing her own
deep blue eyes.  They were watery and bloodshot, but seemed fine otherwise.
I stroked her forehead gently for a minute or two.

   Bobbing shadows spread across the lawn towards us.  I looked up as the
group of teen boys surrounded the bench, staring down reverently at the
naked little girl.  I could see bulges forming in their pants as they
watched, but no one seemed ready to break the silence.

   "Okay, who's first?" I said.  Startled faces looked down at me, until
one boy stepped forward, a tall, muscular black kid with a high and tight
haircut.  I gestured towards the sack on the table and he dropped a bill
inside.  Then I directed him to kneel at Karen's head and open his pants.
His cock sprang out, not the black monster of song and story but just an
average-sized teenage penis, bobbing in the orange sodium-vapor light.  He
was uncircumcised but the foreskin was already fully retracted.  Gently I
turned Karen's head to the side.  Her eyes slowly focused on the cock
pointing at her face.  I look her hand in mine and gently wrapped it around
the boy's tool.  I stroked a finger lightly down her cheek and whispered
"Time to go to work again," in her ear.  Without hesitation the
eleven-year-old tugged on the chocolate-colored penis in her pale fist,
pulling it towards her mouth.  The boy leaned forward, gasping as he felt
himself enveloped in Karen's warm, moist oral cavity.  She began sucking
and slurping noisily.  The angle was awkward but the boy soon figured out
how to help her by rocking his hips gently back and forth.  The little
girl's cheek bulged with the outline of the boy's cockhead.

   Karen made little grunts and sighs as the teenaged penis pistoned slowly
in and out between her lips.  Her thighs began to slowly scissor open and
closed.  She tried to reach down with her other hand to play with herself
but her arm was slow and uncoordinated, and each time I pulled it away and
pressed it back down to the ground.  There was no particular reason for
that; I was just teasing her when it occurred to me, why not?  I knew that
to be safe I'd have to start Karen using birth control before long, but for
now she was probably still young enough.  I looked around the circle of
avid teenaged faces watching their buddy penetrate Karen's mouth and
waiting their turns.  I settled on a short blond boy, barely taller than
Karen.  He looked like he'd hardly entered puberty himself, so I figured
he'd be about the right size.  "You," I pointed at him, "Yeah, you.  What's
your name, kid?"

   "Ward," he answered, "Ward Holzer."

   "Well, Ward Holzer, have you fucked a girl yet?" He gulped and shook his
head.  "You're going to right now.  Put your money in the bag and step up."

   Ward tripped over his own feet trying to walk and dig in his pants
pocket at the same time, but he managed to fish out a wrinkled twenty and
drop it in Karen's candy bag.  I stood up and guided him to kneel on the
end of the bench.  He stared down at the naked child writhing before him.
His face was sweaty.  For the moment, the only sounds were his breathing,
the rustling of the other boys as they watched the obscene spectacle, and
the slurping of Karen sucking the black boy's cock.  Then he opened his
pants and I saw that I had guessed wrong.  Really wrong.  The boy was huge.
His penis was longer than mine if not freakishly so, but it looked twice as
thick, maybe more.  Veins snaked down the shaft to a well-grown blond bush,
and his balls hung heavy below.  The circumcised head flared out from a
gaping pisshole.  I raised my eyebrows and mouthed "whoa".  The boy grinned
self-consciously and cupped his hand around the glans, spreading slippery
precum all over and along the ridge.  He stared down at Karen's swollen,
shiny vulva and her plugged anus with the tail swishing from side to side
on the bench.  "Um...where do I...?"

   I leaned down and placed the tip of my finger at the bottom of Karen's
slit, showing the inexperienced boy where to go.  He leaned down awkwardly,
gripping the edge of the bench to support his weight, and wedged the very
tip of his penis against Karen's leaking vagina.  "Now push," I told him,
and he did.

   Karen's eyes opened wide as she felt the boy's girth shoving into her.
She spit out the cock in her mouth, raising her head and looking down to
see the thick member splitting her open.  I had gotten her well-used to
being fucked, but this invader was far larger than she was used to. 
"Ohhhhhh!" she groaned.  "Ooooooh, aaaaah, aaaaaahhAAAIIEE!  OH, my
babycunt, my babycunt!  Ow!  Ow!  OW!" She grimaced and the black boy
yelped as her hand clutched at his tool forgotten in her grip.

   The blond bottomed out with a couple of inches still outside, as I knew
he would.  "Dude, check it out!" I heard someone murmur.  Karen's cuntlips
were unbelievably stretched into a tight, thin ring around the boy's thick,
no-longer-virgin penis.  Her clit hood was pulled completely out of shape
and the oversized bud smashed against the top of his shaft.  As he pulled
back her undeveloped inner lips clung and pulled out, grasping and
squeezing at the flesh tube, then her chubby labia swelled and parted as he
shoved back in.

   "Oh, OH, AH, AH, AAAIE!" That single stroke was all it took to finally
push Karen over the edge.  Her head snapped back and the cords in her neck
stood out.  Her long hair swished from side to side, rippling down and
dragging on the ground.  Her back arched and I saw the muscles in her
abdomen spasm as her orgasm smashed into her.  Her legs kicked straight out
in the air, squeezing the skinny teenager between her thighs.  It was all
he could do to hang on as her juvenile cunt clamped down on his tool,
squeezing and twisting against it.  The anal vibrator thrummed against the
girl's overstuffed, bulging vaginal cavity, increasing the boy's surprised
pleasure.

   Karen's jerky, yipping cries became long low moans as the most intense
spasms crested.  Her orgasm receded but never really ended as the boy
resumed stroking into her.  She was tight, so tight he had to go very
slowly.  "Ohhh, my babycunt.  Ohhh, my babycunt.  Fuck my babycunt," she
whined over and over.  Frustrated, the black boy took her head in his hands
and turned it to the side again.  When her mouth opened he shoved his cock
back in.  Her moaning turned to a muffled "Mmmmph!  Mmmaaph!" and the
vibrations from her throat quickly proved too much.  The boy's face screwed
up and his hips jerked forward.  Karen felt his cockhead swell and then it
was spewing jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth.  She swallowed as
quickly as she could but it was difficult with her neck twisted to the side
like that.  Her mouth filled and semen oozed out around the boy's tool,
dripping off her lips and hanging in gooey threads from her cheek.

   The boy slumped back on his heels and his cock popped out of Karen's
mouth.  It waved in the cold air, rapidly deflating into his lap.  Karen's
hand dropped limply to the ground.  She drew a ragged breath and let it out
in an unsteady moan as the blond boy fucked into her again.  The black guy
stood up shakily and stepped back, and he was immediately replaced by
another teen, who already had his stiff cock out.  He didn't waste any
time. He leaned over Karen to drop his money in her bag, then knelt and
with one hand bent his erection down to swipe it over the fifth-grader's
slack lips.  She opened her blue eyes briefly then let them drift closed as
she craned her neck forward to slurp in the new tool.

   Seconds later the blond boy started grunting and jerking between Karen's
skinny spread thighs.  "Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!" he groaned as he
pressed himself deeply into her juvenile cunt.  Karen gave a muffled scream
as she felt hot cum splashing inside her.  It triggered another wrenching
series of orgasmic contractions.  She was stuffed completely full and there
was no place for the goo to go but out, oozing and squirting around her
impossibly-stretched labia, mixed with her own slippery cunt cream.  She
strained to spread her thighs as wide as she possibly could, trying to
reduce the intolerably delicious pain of the boy's huge cock stuffed into
her.  I could see the tube of flesh rhythmically bulging as each shot of
semen pulsed through it.  The boy held himself still between the
fifth-grader's legs for several seconds, then with a groan he slumped back.
Her cunt gaped wide open as he pulled out and stood.  I watched her labia
slowly start to close, forcing out a thick river of mingled sperm and her
own juice.  It dripped down to cover the buzzing end of the vibrator still
buried in her asshole.  Karen groaned around her mouthful of cock and her
belly heaved and rippled as she continued to orgasm; I could see her inner
passage clenching between her gaping, stretched labia but then another boy
stepped up and dropped a twenty in her sack.

   And that's the way it went from there.  I stopped paying much attention
to their faces.  I leaned my butt against the picnic table, made sure that
they put money in Karen's sack first, and that none of them mistreated her.
Teen boys, bless 'em, all of them were quick.  No one lasted as long as
five minutes once they penetrated the fifth grader; one boy didn't even
manage to get his peter into her mouth before he blew, squirting ropes of
pearly cum all over her face and neck.  On the periphery of my vision I saw
at least one boy talking on his cellphone, which I supposed was why the
group kept changing.

   Not even the most extreme sex I had previously coerced Karen into had
prepared her for this.  Counting the anal vibrator the barely-pubescent
child was being continuously triple-penetrated.  No sooner did one cock
shoot hot cum down her throat than another was shoved in her face.  Her
nose was full of the smell of male sweat and excitement.  Each cock felt
different, every load of semen tasted different.  Some were thin and runny,
some thick and gooey, as one after another they filled her mouth.  After
awhile she gave up trying to swallow and just let the slimy mucus slide
down her throat and the rest spill back out of her mouth.

   Her cunt was on fire.  Her whole body was on fire.  A cock would pull
out, leaving her feeling empty and hollow, cold air blowing across wet skin
and up her gaping channel, but then another boy would settle into place and
thrust into her.  She groaned as each new penis slid into her and she felt
her cunt grip it and squeeze, her muscles rippling and spasming.  Her legs
were split wide, heels alternately resting on the ground and flailing in
the air, thigh muscles twitching from the stress of the position.  She
could hardly feel individual parts of her body any more; all she felt was
an endless series of orgasmic waves.  They no longer registered as pleasure
in particular, because she felt nothing else.

   I had lost track of time myself.  I watched Karen's ongoing gangbang
through a haze of lust.  My cock was aching to be set free from my tight
jeans, but I didn't want to lose the ability to control the situation.  I
knew that my turn would arrive soon enough.  Suddenly, a red blaze streaked
up into the air over the trees, exploding in a starburst and painting the
child's naked, sweaty, cum-streaked body with a lurid crimson glow.  It was
the signal that the fireworks would be starting soon.  "Okay, guys," I
croaked, mouth dry with excitement.  I swallowed and tried again.  "Okay,
guys, time to finish up." There were some muted whines from late arrivals
but I just crossed my arms and looked intimidating.  The boy in Karen's
mouth grimaced and threw his head back and pumped a last load into her
face. He lost his balance and his cock popped out of her mouth, scraping
the head painfully on her teeth and streaking his last shot across her
smudged and sweaty cheek.  Karen coughed and swallowed and coughed again.
Bubbles of cum formed and popped between her lips and ran down her face.

   She turned her head upwards.  Her blue eyes were open but I don't think
she saw anything, not even the burly teenager looming over her, grunting
and sweating as he fucked her hard and fast.  Tears ran down her cheeks,
diluting the streaks and blobs of cum covering her painted face.  She was
sobbing and moaning and grunting all at once, whispering in a strained,
clotted voice, "My babycunt, my babycunt, oh fuck my babycunt," over and
over.

   Finally the boy mounting her shuddered through his orgasm.  He stood
shakily and did up his pants.  The group of boys milled around but
gradually started moving away until Karen and I were alone in the cold. 
Her arms and legs hung down to the ground, twitching randomly as
diminishing orgasmic waves coursed through her body.  Her cunt gaped wide
open, her labia so stretched that I could've inserted two fingers without
touching either side.  She was overflowing with cum.  Her entire crotch up
to her navel and down the insides of her thighs was thoroughly slimed with
globs of semen and drying streaks of her own pubescent juices.  Her face
was similarly covered.  Even the wires piercing her were gummed together
with strands of semen.  Her hair was tangled, full of leaf mold and dirt
where it lay on the ground, and matted with drying jizz.  She stank, a
sharp odor composed of her own sweat and the boys', her spicy cunt juices,
and the sour, ammoniac smell of cum.

   As the cold wind blew across her naked body, Karen's eyes slowly swam
back into focus.  "Oh, geez," she whispered, and coughed again, spitting
out a glob of semen onto her chin.  She lifted her hands and slowly rubbed
them down her torso, gingerly touching her sore, swollen nipples.  She
grimaced as her fingers rubbed through the sticky mess coating her abdomen.
She attempted to close her thighs and winced in pain as raw, abraded
tissues protested.  I sat down on the bench and pillowed her head in my
crotch.  Using a corner of her cloth candy sack, I did what I could to
scrub her face clean.  I gathered her waist-length hair into a ponytail and
brushed away the worst of the leaves and debris.  Cum had already dried in
it; the tangles would have to wait until I could get her into a shower. 
"Ohhh, my babycunt," she moaned, "oh geez, it stings."

   I placed her head gently back on the bench so I could stand.  I groped
below her gooey, cum-soaked vulva until I found the switch on the buttplug,
still vibrating buried in her ass.  I turned it off and in the sudden
silence I heard Karen catch her breath and gulp.  I took her hands in mine
and gently pulled her to a sitting position, straddling the bench.  I heard
a footfall behind me.  I turned my head and there was Renee, dragging a
bulging sack behind her.  "I had more houses I coulda done, but when I saw
the fireworks I stopped and came right here," she said proudly.

   "Good girl," I praised her.  "Come here and help me, will you?  Your
sister is pretty tired." Renee came closer, her eyes moving up and down her
big sister's naked form.

   "Wow," she said, taking in Karen's puffy, tear- and sperm-streaked face
and the slimy mess oozing from between the older girl's legs, "She must've
fucked a whole lot.  Karen, were you whoring the whole time I was gone?"
Karen mumbled something unintelligible in reply.  She shifted uncomfortably
on the cold, rough stone bench, trying to find a position that spared both
her abraded vagina and her plugged rectum.

   "She did great," I told Renee, "but now she's one tired little whore,
and we need to get back to the truck so we can watch the fireworks.  Carry
her candy, will you please?" I held out Karen's sack, Renee held hers open
and I dropped it in.

   Karen was staring dully at the ground.  She was starting to shiver as
the sexual flush drained away and the cold wind struck her wet skin.  She
needed to be covered up; there was no way she could be seen by anyone in
her present state.  I shrugged out of my jacket and draped it around her,
buttoning the top button to make a cape.  It would reach her knees when she
walked.  Unfortunately, walking turned out to be beyond her current
ability. I pulled her to a standing position; she took one shaky step and
then collapsed face-down onto the grass.  She writhed slightly, pushing up
with her hands and struggling to get her feet underneath her.  "Oh dear," I
said, stooping to pick her up.  "Can you hold on to me, sweetie?" I pulled
her arms around my neck and stood, carrying her on my back.  Her head
rested on my shoulder.  As I settled her in place she burped loudly.  Her
breath was redolent of sperm.  Right away I felt wetness from her crotch
soaking through the back of my sweater.  I hitched my arms underneath her
thighs.  Her feet swung limply on either side of me.  I said "C'mon, Renee,
let's go," and we set off back up the hill to the common and my parked
truck.  As my gait bumped her belly against my back, the young girl
hiccuped and belched repeated puffs of warm, cum-scented breath on my
cheek.

   We got back to the parking area just as the first fireworks burst
overhead.  The wonderful, deep "thumps" that you can feel all through your
body woke Karen up.  She raised her head and gasped in delight at the
multicolored starbursts.  When we reached the truck I stooped to set her
gently back on her feet, murmuring, "Can you stand up for just a minute?"
She nodded, grabbing on to the truck for support as her knobby knees
trembled with exhaustion.  I vaulted up into the truck bed and quickly made
a pallet from a pile of sleeping bags and old quilts and blankets and couch
cushions I had put there earlier in the day.  Rather than let down the
tailgate I just reached over the side.  Renee handed up her sack first,
then I grabbed her around her thin wrists and lifted.  She wall-walked up
the side of the truck and over into the bed.  Then I bent down and grabbed
Karen under her arms and lifted her up and over, too.

   We burrowed between the many layers of the pallet and within seconds we
were all snuggled down warm, surrounded by the truck sidewalls and out of
view.  The girls turned their faces upwards, watching the display.  Their
faces were washed by the multicolored explosions, their eyes wide and
smiling.  Now it was my turn.

   I reached down under the covers and unsnapped my jeans, pulling the
zipper down and freeing my penis.  Unconstrained by the tight fabric it
sprang to full hardness.  I unwrapped Karen's limp nude form from my jacket
and pulled her on top of me, back-to-front.  She was much too tired to
resist.  I stroked my hands down her sticky front and gently pulled her
thighs apart so that her legs rested outside mine.  I grabbed my cock and
pushed it down, lining it up with her sore, abused preteen vagina.  In a
single smooth thrust I buried myself almost to the hilt in her.  I slid in
easily; her cunt felt looser but no less hot.  I enjoyed the weird feeling
of cum squishing out all around my shaft.

   Karen groaned as she felt herself penetrated yet again.  My cock pushed
against the now-inert bulk of the buttplug still buried in her ass. 
"Owwwooo," she moaned, "oh, it's sore, you're hurting my babycunt,
pleeeeease, ow." She whimpered on for a moment but trailed off when I
didn't start thrusting.  I was perfectly content to just sit there with my
stiff, adult cock shoved up her eleven-year-old cunny, feeling her channel
spasm around me.  I occasionally flexed my groin, making her clench and
twitch as my glans expanded.  Her delicious liquid heat seeped into me.  I
stroked her naked body gently, lightly tweaking her nipples and enjoying
the feel of her breathing against me, her warm weight pressing me gently
down into the cushions.

   "You're such a good little girl," I murmured into her ear.  "I'm so
proud of you.  You did so well tonight.  You are so very special and I love
you so very much." I continued to praise her softly under the bursting
fireworks, glorying in the feel of my tool engulfed in her hot little
snatch.  I'd been hard all night, watching her prostitute herself first to
Nate and then to a mostly nameless, faceless stream of teenagers, knowing
that every dick thrust into her, every load of hot cum squirted into her
mouth and down her throat, was just a little more of her childhood erased.
Each stroke into her tight preteen vagina pounded the belief just a little
bit deeper into her that she was indeed the whore I was making her.

   Karen smiled sleepily through her discomfort but didn't otherwise
respond to my praise.  She was watching the fireworks intently as was her
little sister beside us.  I slid one hand over to the younger girl,
squeezing her thigh through her trousers and passing my hand lightly over
her crotch, her rounded belly, and her flat chest.  "You were really
helpful tonight, Renee, and I appreciate the way you let Karen do her
whoring.  I bet she's going to be sleeping late tomorrow, and while she is
we'll do something special, just you and me, okay?" The child nodded
absently, most of her attention focused on the pyrotechnics.  An especially
bright white starburst lit her face momentarily and I saw something odd in
her fake beard.  I continued to watch her face until another bright burst
illuminated us, and then I was sure.  Well, well, we definitely would have
something very special to do tomorrow.

   The fireworks came to a climax with a rapid volley of larger explosions.
As the last burst died away, the silence was filled with the rattle of a
generator starting up, and then the lights strung over the makeshift stage
flickered on.  It was time for the prizes.

   The girls and I struggled to a more upright position so we could see the
stage over the sill of the truck bed.  Karen grunted as the change in
position forced my cock a bit more deeply into her.  I wrapped an arm
around her naked stomach and lightly kissed the back of her neck.  "Sorry,"
I whispered, grunting a bit myself as the delicious feel of her cunt
sliding down on me brought me closer to the edge.  I didn't want to cum
yet, I was holding out for when I got the girls home, got Karen cleaned up
and the wires pulled from her face and got us all naked in my big bed.  I
wanted to fuck her properly before going to sleep.

   They handed out a number of subsidiary awards.  Each time the man
holding the mic would name the award - for most creative, scariest,
ugliest, and so on - then describe the costume and the approximate age of
the child and ask him or her to step forward to claim their prize, which
was an engraved medallion on a black and orange ribbon.  Some of the kids
weren't there; many of the younger ones were fading after the long evening
and were led or carried up to the stage by an adult.  Then it came time for
the prize for overall best.  "This year is unusual," he announced, "in that
the judges were unanimous in their choice.  Someone put a lot of work into
handpainting a costume and doing up the facepaint to match, and we were all
impressed by how well the little girl stayed in character.  So the winner
for best costume this year is a girl, she's maybe ten or eleven with very
long blond hair, dressed up as a wild leopard!" Scattered applause greeted
the announcement, and the man continued, "Are you still here, darlin'?" He
shaded his eyes and peered out into the crowd.  "Come on up and get your
prize if you are."

   There was no way Karen could appear uncovered.  Her sperm-smeared body
completely defeated the concealing lines of her bodypaint.  But carried in
my arms and wrapped in my jacket, stepping into the light just long enough
to claim her medal, I figured we could get away with it.  I scrunched down
and lifted around her waist at the same time.  We gasped together as my
cock slid out of her.  Working quickly under the covers I wrapped her in my
jacket again, this time zipping it up all the way.  She poked her arms into
the sleeves.  I crawled to the back of the truck and let down the tailgate,
and slid down carefully.  I was careful because I hadn't zipped up my pants
and my rampant cock was still hanging out, but there was no one right by us
to see.  Karen scooted to the end of the tailgate, legs dangling.  I spread
her legs out around me.  She saw a brief flash of my naked penis before I
draped my jacket over it.  I cupped my hands under her butt and lifted.  I
did a quick little dance, working blind under the jacket and then -
"aaaaaaah," I sighed.

   "AaaaaHH!" Karen yipped as my cock slid back into her hot little cunny.
She kicked her legs and writhed, groaning at the unexpected penetration.  I
supported her with my arms but her weight bore down, pushing my organ deep
inside her until it bottomed out.  "Ow!  OW!" she complained.

   I shushed her, squeezing her tightly.  I did a quick check to see that
my jacket concealed our nakedness, then started towards the stage.  It was
all too fast for her to protest.  Each step sent a wonderful shock of
pleasure through me as the fifth-grader's tight, grasping vagina bounced on
my penis.  She squirmed and struggled a bit but quickly realized there was
no way to escape without revealing to everyone that she was getting fucked.
Even as tired and as worn out as she was, a hot flush crept up her cheeks
as she realized she was having public sex in front of literally dozens of
adults.

   I strode up to the stage and carried Karen up the three steps to the
platform.  I took each step with a little extra push, gasping quietly as
her twitching, hot cunt slid up and down my shaft.  I felt my balls start
to tighten as I walked to center stage, turning around so that it was
Karen's painted face towards the audience and not mine.  The paint obscured
her stricken expression as she struggled to hide her embarrassment and not
visibly react to the feeling of my cock thrusting into her under my jacket
as she accepted her medallion.  "Hold it up," urged the emcee, "so everyone
can see." As she raised her arm overhead, the shift of her weight sent me
over the edge.  My ears burned as they filled with applause, and it took
all my self-control to remain absolutely still as I ejaculated violently
into the little girl.  Karen felt it, too, and she grunted softly and
kicked her bare legs involuntarily as each splash of hot semen spurted into
her.

   I stood still as my orgasm faded, maybe a moment too long as the
applause finished, before I trusted myself to turn and speak.  "Thank you
very much," I squeaked out, my voice breaking like it hadn't since I was
fifteen.  I felt wetness flowing over my exposed scrotum under the jacket,
chilling it as the breeze skirled around us.  I jiggled Karen in my arms,
and as I did I felt something liquid plop down onto the toe of my sneaker.
Not daring to look, I said, "Say 'thank you', honey." What came out of
Karen mouth instead was a choked, inarticulate squeak of outrage and
frustration at my little joke on her.  "She's very tired," I apologized,
and hustled us down off the stage and back to the truck.

   I fumbled my keys out of my pocket, holding Karen tight against me with
one hand as she continued to squirm in anger and discomfort on my softening
penis.  I opened the door and bent, half-dropping her butt onto the seat.
As we parted a thick string of mucus leaked out of her and down the leg of
my jeans, across the grass, the doorsill, and onto the bench seat.  Karen
shifted uncomfortably, her face twisting, as a puddle of cum oozed out of
her raw, stretched cunny.  I walked to the back of the truck, lifted Renee
down and latched the tailgate.  She ran around to the driver's side,
climbed in and scooted over to the center of the seat.  I climbed in beside
her, started up, and bumped slowly across the field and up onto the street,
turning towards my house.

   "So," I said to Renee as I pulled into my driveway.  "How did you get
squirt all up in your beard?"