Jenny's Couch, Book 2 Chapter 31 (Spring Break 8)

I dozed for a long time but finally the discomfort of a very full bladder could no longer be denied. Ten-year-old Renee groaned sweetly as I pushed her away from me. Our secretions had glued the skin of her bald vulva against my hip and she winced as we peeled apart. Her eyelids fluttered but she didn't wake. Her thick brown hair was mussed. Her face was flushed in the stuffy air of the tent. I took a second to admire the child's beautiful nude - and freshly deflowered - body, but the need to pee was getting critical. With a light pat on the reddened skin of her fleshy labia, I got to my feet. The child curled up on her side and put one fist against her mouth.

I pulled on sweatpants and stumbled out of the tent, squinting in the bright morning sun. Everyone else was sitting around the picnic table but I gave them hardly a glance as I double-quick-timed it to the latrine. Pissing was a relief but it also stung like crazy; my penis was sore from forcing it into Renee's juvenile vagina. Good god, that girl was a Baked Alaska vise. I could smell her sweet, prepubescent sweat on me and the sense memory brought on another. I closed my eyes and my exhausted manhood even started to inflate as I recalled her grunting and shuddering through her immature climax beneath me.

I shook myself, and shook myself. Baked Alaska vise? Where the fuck did that come from?

On the walk back I was able to appreciate the lovely morning. The sun was warm on my bare back. The air was mild and perfumed with the spring blossoms. The sky was cloudless and the air was so clear I could almost pick out individual leaves on the trees carpeting the surrounding hills. Dew-wet grass tickled the soles of my bare feet. Moira was awake, bustling around the campsite assembling breakfast. She looked cheerful this morning, thank goodness. In fact, she looked great. Her dark hair was combed. Her makeup was expert and, for once, understated. She was wearing a light sleeveless dress, white with big red polka dots. No bra, but the fabric of the gathered skirt made it impossible to tell if she had left off her panties as well. Freshly-painted toenails peeked out of leather hiking sandals. She paused to smile at me and I think it was only knowing her as well as I did that her bright red lipstick gave it a predatory cast.

The children, on the other hand, looked pretty rough. Lilah was resting her cheek on the table with her arms stretched out in front of her. The skinny seven-year-old was still naked. Her dyed hair stuck up crazily in multicolored clumps. Her undeveloped body was smeared with dirt and splotched everywhere with patches of dried semen. Her back, sides, her flat chest and pale, dime-sized nipples, her skinny arms and legs. Heck, even the toes of her bare feet bore the flaking residue of multiple ejaculations. Her face was thickly crusted from hairline to chin and down her neck. When she blinked, white flakes drifted free of her eyelashes. Her mouth was open and her breath rasped audibly in her throat. A tiny pink tongue darted out to lick cracked, chapped lips. Her blue eyes stared at nothing. She didn't look traumatized, just...vacant. I couldn't tell if it was an E hangover, or the aftereffects of spending most of the night having one adult cock after another shoved down her throat. Her wrists and ankles were red and a little bruised from being bound and where the sun slanted beneath the table I could see her entire crotch area was still bright red and swollen. Her labia were closed tightly, of course, but at the apex of her slit a tiny bud peeked out. Her baby clit was an even deeper flush than the surrounding labia. The child shifted her weight from one butt cheek to another on the hard wooden bench, and a soft whimper escaped her throat.

Twelve-year-old Karen wrapped her arms around Lilah and bent to kiss her spermy cheek. The older girl was straddling the bench next to her. She winced as she scooted closer and it was easy to see why, since she was wearing a half-cami and nothing else. The cigarette burns dotting her pale buttocks had to've been painful even without scraping against the rough surface of the picnic bench. She rocked forward, digging her toes into the dirt and pressing her mound against the wood. Those delectable pale pillows of flesh clenched, showing the youthful muscles beneath. Her lower vulva was visible. The inner lips were pink and shiny. They spread open, revealing the dark red of her vaginal passage and a trickle of creamy discharge. Even first thing in the morning, in obvious pain from the previous day's abuse and with nothing more erotic than breakfast in the offing, the twelve-year-old was lubricating. She had long since reached the point where, awake or asleep, she was permanently at least somewhat aroused; her preadolescent body was constantly ready for sex.

I well remembered her tearful confession, kneeling on the living room carpet a year ago, that her cunt was "hot all the time". Even if the sixth-grader's constant and uncontrollable horniness was no longer a cause for tears, I wondered how she got through her days at school. Did she squirm, panties damp, on the hard plastic classroom chairs, aching for whatever friction she could covertly achieve? Did she guiltily duck into the bathroom to masturbate - once? twice? more? - to slake the need until school was out and she could meet her friend Raymond or head off to the park to fuck her regular clients and troll for new tricks? The accounting she emailed me every week, typically meticulous, told me that hardly a day went by that she didn't sell her preteen body at least twice. Even after paying for condoms - one of her regulars bought them for her - she rarely earned less than three hundred dollars a week, and sometimes over a thousand. And judging by the long-term trend, even accounting for raising her rates, the obsession that Moira and I had fucked and drugged and beaten into her was only growing over time.

Karen leaned forward to hug Lilah more tightly, pressing the little girl's bony shoulder between her nascent breasts. Her nipples were rosy and swollen. Her entire areola erected, turning them into delectable, chewy little missile nose cones. She bent to kiss Lilah tenderly on her cum-frosted cheek and her mane of blonde curls descended to cover both their faces. "Good whore," she murmured while rubbing Lilah's bare back gently. "Such a good little whore."

Raj had come back from where I presumed he had spent the night. He was fully-dressed in jeans and a plaid short-sleeve shirt, tucked in and the top button buttoned. He ducked his head shyly, refusing to meet my eye, and I could see a faint flush creeping up the dark skin of his neck. He knelt on the bench instead of sitting, shifting his weight from knee to knee. I clapped him on the shoulder lightly but didn't speak.

I was going to go wake Renee but just then the tent flaps parted and she stepped out . My breath caught as the ten-year-old stood blinking in the morning sun. She was wearing one of her favorite dresses, a light green strapless sundress with an elastic bodice. It was last year's and she had had a growth spurt; the stretchy fabric outlined the plum-sized titties that had just recently sprouted and the hem fell only to mid-thigh. Her feet were bare. Her hair was still mussed though she had braided it hastily; she was fastening a band as she stepped out of the tent. I thought she was beautiful, and then I thought how weird that felt. She was a child. Her figure was nonexistent, round little butt, straight hips and belly fat, tiny boobies riding high on her chest. Her face was round, cheeks flushed with sleep and youth. The top of her head barely came up to my chest. And yet we had been lovers for more than a year. Well, she'd been my sex toy for that long, and I'd called her my lover after a while, but we didn't have anything like the kind of reciprocity that adult intimates have. Which isn't to say she couldn't surprise me. She sure had last night.

Lilah raised her head when Moira put down a bottle of water and a pill in front of her but she made no move to take either. She just stared at them dully from behind her semen-matted bangs. "You can't..." I started, swooping down to grab the pill before realizing that it wasn't more E. It was Barney Rubble.

"The B-complex stuff will perk her up," Moira said as she set bowls, a carton of milk, and cereal boxes on the table. Some sausages were starting to sputter on the camp stove. "Go on, honey, aren't you thirsty? Drink up." When Lilah made no move to pick up the bottle, Moira continued, "If you drink two bottles of water I have a special treat for you." With that incentive, Lilah drank. The second-grader's hand was shaking and she spilled a goodly amount down her chin. It hardly made a start at washing away the dirt and jizz crusting her naked chest. Her neck looked so thin and vulnerable as she swallowed. She got almost the whole bottle down before some went down the wrong pipe. She sputtered hoarsely and snuffled, coughing so violently I was afraid she was going to puke. Karen held her, rubbing her back with one hand and her tummy with the other until the child got her spasms under control. She hiccuped loudly, startling herself, and for the first time I saw a smile lighten her features.

Karen coaxed Lilah into taking her vitamin and starting on another bottle of water. As Lilah drank Karen's fingers stroked her belly and then trailed down her abdomen, tracing slow circles before dipping down to brush across Lilah's irritated labia. "Mmmgh," Lilah grunted softly as Karen twirled a finger around her swollen clitoral hood, but she didn't draw away, to the contrary opening her skinny thighs slightly.

"Leave the little cunt's little cunt alone and eat your own breakfast," Moira said, not unkindly, but Karen jumped and yanked her hand back as if the little girl's cunny was red-hot. Which it kind of was. Karen dragged a bowl towards herself but the finger of her other hand stole between her lips. She closed her eyes and inhaled briefly, obviously savoring the faint taste of Lilah's girlhood.

I sat down on the other side of the table and Renee came to sit between me and Raj. She was waddling just a little but, stoic as always, if her vagina was sore from hosting its first adult penis ever, nothing showed in her face.

Raj had cereal but no sausages. Renee had sausages but no cereal. Everyone but Lilah had both. When she finished her second bottle of water, Moira put a plate with two brownies in front of her. I quirked an eyebrow at the young woman and she smiled and nodded fractionally. Lilah showed the first signs of animation and before long had chocolate crumbs all around her mouth, on her fingers, and spilling onto her bare thighs. The sugar perked her up a little further and she began swinging her feet under the table and trying to pull her fingers through the cum-clotted snarls of her short, straight hair. After the second time her hand jerked free and smacked Karen in the shoulder the older girl said, "Why don't you go play?" She got up and trotted to the tent, bare bottom twitching, and came back with a kickball. Lilah scampered away, still heedless of her nakedness, and in seconds was camp reverberated with the hollow boinging of the ball bouncing off the side of our borrowed SUV.

The encampment was beginning to wake up. The smell of coffee and cookfires drifted over us, along with the rough, raucous, and obscene voices of (mostly) men. A few walked towards us, no doubt attracted by Karen's half-naked adolescent form, but Moira waved them off and they kept a respectful distance though their filthy comments about what they wanted to do to the sixth-grader were plain to hear. Karen blushed over her plate but she also smiled shyly. A year ago she would have been humiliated; half a year before that she would have been terrified. Now she accepted it as praise.

As we were dumping our plates in the trash I realized that the sounds of the kickball had stopped. I looked around but Lilah was not in view. I found her on the other side of the SUV. She was sitting in the dirt, naked and splay-legged. The sun glinted off the lenses of her spectacles. She held one hand fingers together and palm down, waving it in the air making swooshing airplane noises. She had the lanyard of her blinkie in the other hand, swinging it slowly back and forth. She brought her airplane hand over until her fingertips just touched the rubber spiked ball and then she suddenly swung it up and over, bouncing it with all her strength against her inflamed little pussy. "OH!" she exclaimed as it bounced off her tender flesh. Then she giggled, and started the process all over again.

I watched the child do this several times - swoosh, swing, "OH!" - before I realized that Moira was standing at my shoulder. "How strong were those brownies, anyway?"

"Pretty strong," Moira answered, her green eyes dancing. "Here." She held out a small pipe and a lighter. In the silver bowl was a crumble of moist-looking black. I put the pipe to my lips, the flame to the bowl, and inhaled deeply. She was right. The sharp, sweet fumes of Afghan hashish filled my lungs.

I handed the pipe back to Moira. As she put it to her painted lips I stepped forward and grabbed Lilah's thin wrist as she was about to strike her cunny again. She looked up at me. Her blue eyes were vague behind her glasses, the pupils dilated despite the bright sunlight. She giggled. "Tingly," she said in a breathy voice. "I'm all tingly and...I feel whory again. WIll you, will you tickle my cunt some? You don't do it as good as Karen..." She trailed off, eyes drifting away from my face. The seven-year-old was stoned. I lifted her to her feet. She put her arms out, got up on tiptoe, spun around and promptly fell back on her ass. She was laughing hysterically as I pulled her upright again. "Dizzy..." she mumbled, tilting her head from side to side. I gripped her skinny forearm and led her back to the campsite. "Tickle my cunt, tickle my cunt, tickle my cunt," she chanted all the way back, stumbling and kicking up little clouds of dust with her bare feet.

The other children variously watched with bemusement, contempt, and fondness as Lilah squirmed and giggled. I held on to her upper arm so that she wouldn't fall down or wander off. She was grinding the palm of her free hand against her clitoris, pushing the swollen nub from side to side, tugging it away from her tight slit and laughing as it snapped back, all the while still mumbling "Tickle my cunt."

Karen bounced to her feet when she smelled the pipe burning in Moira's hand. "I want some!" she blurted out. I wasn't surprised she remembered the distinctive smell, despite having smoked weed only twice in her short life, but I was surprised she wanted more since both times had led to events spiraling out of control. And while I had no problem with her getting gangbanged all night until she was literally coated in semen, or fucked by a dog that jammed a softball-sized knot into her preteen cunt, I still thought wake-and-bake was a little too advanced for the sixth grade.

"Later," I said. "I thought we'd go swimming first. Y'all get your swimsuits on. Karen, I think you'll have to help Lilah."

"Why bother?" said Karen. "We can swim naked. We're whores, we do everything else naked."

"Because of this," I said, pressing a thumb gently against her upper arm. When I took it away the skin beneath was paler for just an instant. "You're already starting to tan." It was true. The preteen's fair, flawless skin took the sun easily. She never burned, but simply darkened to an even honey wherever it kissed her flesh. "If you go naked all day you won't have any tan lines. What will happen if you go home and Mommy sees that?" Karen's eyes widened. "That's right. She'll know you were running around bare and she'll probably figure out you're a whore. Is that what you want?"

Karen paled and gulped and shook her head vigorously. As enthusiastic as she had become about prostituting herself, as completely as she had accepted her sexual experience as a source of pride, the sixth-grader was still terrified of her parents or peers finding out. It wasn't just that I had convinced her the consequences would be dire (which they certainly would be - for me); on some level she was still deeply ashamed of her compulsive promiscuity. Though I had played on her simple religious faith to convince her that God had made her a whore on purpose, I'd always emphasized how abnormal it was, how disgusting "normal" people would think her, not least her own parents. Without further objection she grabbed Lilah's wrist and pulled the stoned, unresisting child towards the tent. "C'mon, everyone," I said.

We swam in a natural pool created by damming the creek a few hundred yards away from the encampment. The water was cold and clear and deep enough that we had to keep a constant eye on Lilah. The child was too stoned to remember how to swim. I was afraid she was too stoned to remember to hold her breath so I stuck right by her side. She was wearing the flowered swimsuit she had put on (and taken off) for her first public strip-tease. Plus I took the opportunity to scrub her clean of the dirt and dried semen fouling her pale skin and her dyed hair.

Karen was wearing a parentally-approved bikini which only hinted at her pubescent charms. Raj had a pair of acid-purple board shorts. The water glistened on the dark, hairless skin of his torso. When he surfaced from a dive and shook his head his black, straight hair flung it off in sheets.

Renee had been going to wear her new one-piece but back in the tent she'd grimaced when the fabric pulled tight against her crotch. Instead she'd changed into a loose pair of cotton short-shorts she usually used as pajamas. For a top she'd borrowed Karen's definitely parentally-unapproved bikini, the one Moira got for her that was little more than pasties on a string. It covered her tiny, but delectable charms just enough. Wet, the shorts were nearly transparent and clung to her rounded butt and her soft, chubby vulva.

I had an old, ragged pair of cargo shorts that worked fine for a suit. Moira, now, Moira didn't have to worry about tan lines or their absence. She had set out with us to the swimming hole wearing nothing but flip-flops and a towel over her shoulder. I watched her with the children as I swam lazily in a lifeguard scull with a giggling Lilah squirming gently against my chest. Whatever demons were chasing Moira seemed temporarily at bay. She smiled and laughed as she splashed around, her teeth flashing in the sunlight and water glistening on her perky breasts. Karen watched her body with admiration and maybe yearning. Renee was wary and Raj fascinated. Maybe he was completely gay, maybe not, but he was a twelve-year-old boy seeing his first naked woman.

I was getting a hardon from Lilah's uncoordinated frog-kick squirming her tight little butt against me, which was quite pleasant. Her swimsuited back was warm against my chest, the sun was warmer, and it was exciting watching the way the wet fabric clung to the erect bb's of her nipples, the ridges of her abdomen, and the hump of her pubic bone at the juncture of her skinny thighs. Random headrushes intensified the sensations - that was some strong shit Moira had. I sculled to the bank and back-inchwormed on to the grass with Lilah still lying on top of me. With my toes still trailing in the water I began fondling the second-grader, first through her suit. I felt for her nipples and squeezed them gently. I slid my other hand down her stomach and across her baby six-pack until I caressed her mound. Her wet hair was against my neck and she giggled when I rubbed my fingers over the fabric covering her slit. Her little butt pressed against my half-hard penis.

The second-grader's eyelashes fluttered as I undid the ties at her suit's leg openings, loosening the fabric so I could fondle her bare vulva beneath. "Oooh! Ooooh!" she sighed breathily as I flicked my thumb back and forth over her clitoris. It was still swollen and protruded much more than normal following her extensive molesting of the previous night. "You're tickling my cunt!" she quavered in a stoned, loopy voice. "I'm whoring, whoring again with my tickly whore cunt, cunny-cunt-cunt-cunny-cunt." She was starting to pant and hump her mound up in the air. My knuckles moved beneath the wet fabric as my fingertips traced her short slit, feeling the warmth of her between the taut, smooth labia. "I can feel your boner," she declared. "I'll suck it for money, because that's what a whore does, Karen says."

The matter-of-fact invitation, delivered in her thin childish voice made my head spin. She weighed almost nothing lying on me. It was effortless to grab one arm and one skinny thigh and spin her around and turn her over. I got a middle toe stuck up my nose in passing but a second later I had a wet, squirming seven-year-old flashing her bald, swollen vulva at me through her suit's open legholes. I sank my fingers into her butt cheeks and pulled her into my face. "Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Lilah gasped, something between a laugh and a sigh, as I slurped at her reddened labia, flapping my tongue back and forth across her tight slit. There was a tiny inverted teardrop of an opening at the top. I stuck my tongue into the dark pink,. Her inner tissues were unyielding but I gathered a few delicious drops of her preteen nectar. It was hot, sweet and acrid at the same time. I swiped my tongue up and twirled it around her pink asshole and then nibbled at her pristine perineum. "AH!" she exclaimed again as my teeth dug in.

"Alright, you little whore," I gasped, slapping her lightly on her butt. "Now suck my cock!" I felt nimble hands tugging at my swimsuit. My penis snagged in the waistband then popped free and Lilah wrapped her hand around, thumb and two finger on the shaft and her other two fingers cupping my scrotum. I raised my head and looked over the colorful fabric stretched across Lilah's back to see her mop of dyed hair raise up...and then I groaned as moist heat enveloped the head of my penis. Lilah's head bobbed, her tongue pressed against my glans and her new front teeth scraped gently against my frenum. I returned the favor, wrapping my arms around her narrow waist and shoving my mouth back against her tender privates. The sounds of Moira and the children splashing and laughing receded as pleasure thrilled through me. The hashish in my system made the sensations even more intense; it was like I could feel her individual taste buds scraping against my cockhead. It was amazing how quickly Lilah had become a skilled fellatrix, even granted that Karen had been molesting her for some weeks before, sexualizing the innocent child and priming her to accept putting an adult's penis in her mouth as a perfectly acceptable pastime.

Lilah raised her head, pursing her lips to suck hard on the very tip of my engorged penis. Then she sucked in a big breath, drooled saliva down my shaft and plunged her head down again. I groaned as my erection bent against the roof of her mouth, then the head bounced into her soft palate, plugging her gullet. The child made a choking sound, snorted out and in through her nose, then swallowed noisily and I groaned again as she pushed her lips a good two inches further down the shaft and I felt my organ slip into her throat. Another swallow, her neck bulged, and her throat muscles squeezed and pulsed around me.

"Oh, so good," I whispered. I threw back my head and squeezed my eyes shut, concentrating on the amazing sensation of being deep-throated by a second-grader. "Oh, that's so deep...keep going...all the way down your throat..." I couldn't stop myself from humping at her. Her hand tightened as her lips pushed against her finger and her own body spasmed. She made an explosive sound of distress and sprayed drool into my pubic hair. It felt like her esophagus was milking my cock, like peristalsis traveling the length of the stiff shaft over and over. My legs drew up. I hadn't planned on doing anything like this now, had wanted to save myself for the chance to plunder Renee's tight little pussy again tonight, but I could already feel the first ticklings of orgasm rising. "Well," I thought to myself, "maybe just one..."

A shadow fell across my closed eyelids. "Moira's getting weird again." I opened my eyes to see my ten-year-old niece looking down at me. Renee's face was blank, hazel eyes expressionless. If she thought anything about the man who called her his lover lapping enthusiastically at a seven-year-old's bald pussy while his cock was buried to the root in her throat, her face didn't give it away. It took a second but her words penetrated the hashish haze and the nearly unbearable sensations from Lilah's mouth. I sat up, spilling the tiny girl off me and onto the grass. Her teeth scraped hard on my erection as it jerked free of her throat. She chocked, spraying spit and precum into her hair then fell on her side with a coughing fit wracking her skinny frame.

Looking out I saw Moira bouncing up and down in the pool, the round perfect globes of her breasts bobbing on the surface. Raj was treading water nearby, looking concerned. But I didn't see Karen anywhere. Just as I noticed Moira's arms were beneath the water, her biceps swelled and she lifted a gasping Karen out of the water. She had both hands around the sixth-grader's neck. Wet hair plastered Karen's face but I could see her blue eyes, wide and panicky as she gasped for breath. "Is that the best you can do?" Moira said mockingly. "Now get down there and eat my pussy, whore!" And she pushed Karen under again.

Shit. I pulled up my shorts and dived in. "What's going on?" I asked as I approached Moira. She flashed me a brittle smile. There was no strain in her voice despite Karen's frantic struggling just beneath the waterline. She was desperately trying to pry Moira's fingers off her neck, with zero success.

"She promised she'd eat me whenever I want, and now she's backing out. Alls I want her to do is give me a little lickin' down there."

"Well, you know how it is," I said carefully, treading water just out of Moira's reach. "Teenagers, what're you gonna do? Listen, why don't you give her a break. We got a big week planned for her and she won't be in any shape for it if she's, well, dead. You know?"

"Fine!" Moira snapped. Her green eyes flashed. "Fine," she repeated. She drew up her legs under the water and at the same time she released her stranglehold on Karen she uncoiled, kicking the preteen in the stomach with both feet to push off towards the bank. Karen surfaced, choking and spewing water. She moaned in pain and I had to grab her to keep her afloat. Moira climbed out of the water, stepped into her flipflops and stalked off down the path without bothering to dry off. Water glistened on her fair skin.

As I helped her out of the water she was sobbing as if her heart would break. She collapsed on the grass, drawing up her knees and burying her face in her hands. I knelt and gathered her in a hug. "Whyyyyy?" she cried, looking up at me. "Why does Moira hate me? I do what she tells me. I said I'd make her feel good anytime. I want to do sex with her. Her cunt is so pretty, and it tastes so good..." she rested her head on my shoulder and cried.

"Do you love her?" Renee knelt in front of her big sister, her head tilted quizzically.

"I...I...my babycunt..." Karen groped for words. A flush crept slowly up her sun-kissed cheeks. "She's so pretty...I want...I want to kiss her...kiss her lips...and her cunt..."

"She doesn't love you," Renee interrupted. "She doesn't love anybody. She's broken, I think."

I looked at the ten-year-old in admiration. In two short sentences she'd summed it up. I hugged Karen harder, rubbing my hand over her bare back. The skin was clammy despite the warm sun. "Moira's a good whore, and she taught you how to be a good whore when you needed to learn, but she's not a good person right now, you know? She gets mad and then all she wants to do is hurt you." My fingers trailed downward until they passed over the welts dotting her butt cheeks.

Karen's head drooped. Her face was bright red. "I know," she whispered. But when...it hurts...it feels good in my...I get so hot...my babycunt...my whore babycunt wants her, wants her to..." she started sobbing again.

Renee lunged forward and grabbed both of us in a fierce hug. I moved my hand to cradle the younger girl's head. "She doesn't love you, Karen," she insisted. "I love you. You're my sister and I love you. I'll do what you want when your babycunt gets too hot. You like it when I fuck you, don't you? You have good orgasms then. Don't you?"

Karen's face was flaming with humiliation now. She wouldn't meet our eyes and her voice was barely audible. "Yes."

"So okay." And practical Renee set back, all business again. "Let's go have lunch and if your babycunt is still hot then you can do some whoring or something 'til you feel better."

"I think that's a great idea," I said heartily. "And I bet Lilah will help, too, won't you?" The child had recovered from her coughing fit and was standing in front of us. The sight of her adored babysitter bawling had her cringing with anxiety. She nodded her head vigorously.

"I'll tickle your cunt, Karen, and you can tickle mine, okay?" she offered tentatively.

Karen looked up, scrubbing her tear-streaked face with one hand. "Okay," she breathed.

"Okay," I repeated. "Get your stuff and let's go."

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After lunch Renee and I watched Karen and Lilah carrying a table and camp chair - one of the big fancy ones, with drink holders in the arms - into the center of the encampment. Lilah was giggling and stumbling after eating another hash brownie with her lunch. They were both wearing their eyeglasses. Lilah had bangles and a variety of plastic bands on wrists and ankles. And that was it, they were both naked. Karen had stripped as soon as we got back from swimming, defiantly announcing her attention to stay naked for the rest of our vacation. "I'm a whore, and whores go naked!" she insisted. And then she glanced around guiltily even though Moira was nowhere to be seen. She'd been gone when we got back to our tent, and so was the SUV. She'd answered her cell, of course, sounding chirpy and cheery and as if she hadn't attempted to drown a twelve-year-old girl not half an hour before. She was headed to the nearest superstore to get supplies, and readily agreed to make a couple of other stops for me.

And Lilah, of course, had emulated Karen. She had watched in fascination as Karen did her makeup, especially as the sixth-grader rouged her cherry-sized nipples and her llightly-fuzzed labia. Lilah had peered down at her own tiny bald vulva. Hers was still bright red and swollen without cosmetic enhancement from all the punishment it had absorbed since we had arrived.

Raj was nowhere to be seen. He'd been pretty weirded out by the scene at the pool. After eating he'd glanced my way several times. But his courage had failed him and instead of speaking directly to me he pulled Renee aside and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Then of course he had to blush when she announced in full voice, "Raj wants to go do more sex with Banker. They did it so much yesterday that his wiener is all sore." I gave my assent but warned that if I called him he'd better answer his phone, and the young Indian boy scurried off towards the other side of the camp.

Renee had changed back into her delightfully-small sundress. Her legs flashed in the sunlight and her bare shoulders showed the beginnings of the all-important (to me) tan lines. As we set down our own chairs at a comfortable distance to supervise, Karen open a shopping bag she had carried inside the folded-up chair. First she removed a large plastic salad bowl and set it on the ground right in front of the chair. Next were handfuls of foil packets that she stuffed into the drink holders on the arms. She tore one open and gently pulled out a female condom. Mister Al, one of her regulars at the park, had suggested she try them rather than having to nag horny high school and college boys to wrap up themselves. "Make a Brownie salute," she told Lilah, and the seven-year-old snapped to attention, her bony knees together and her rounded little belly sticking out and held up her right hand with the first three fingers extended. Karen tugged the polyethylene tube over Lilah's upraised hand, then turned and gripped the chair arms, arching her back and spreading her bare feet wide on the grass so that her nearly-bald vulva protruded between her open thighs. The twisted, swollen knot of her clitoris poked out proudly and her inner lips were already slick and shiny and flowering open.

Karen looked back over her shoulder, tossing her long blonde hair out of the way. She had brushed it until it shone, and clipped in several colorful wrappy-looking bead strings. The clicked together as they moved. "Push it in me," she told the younger girl. When Lilah looked confused she added, "In my babycunt, silly!" Understanding dawned on Lilah's triangular face. She stepped forward, bending only slightly to put her head on a level with Karen's buttocks. She took a cheek in her left hand, pulling Karen's crack open slightly, and pressed her condom-covered fingers between Karen's juicy cuntlips. They slid in easily. Karen closed her eyes and tossed her head back, sighing in pleasure. Her leg muscles tensed - I could see the tendons behind her knees stand out. I nudged Renee sitting next to me and we shared (I think) a second of marveling at how the second-grader seemed completely comfortable with sticking her hand into another girl's vagina. I guessed that's what having a preteen prostitute for a babysitter would do for you.

When just the rim of the condom protruded from Karen like a third set of lips, she straightened and withdrew one more item from the shopping bag. "I have a surprise for you, Lilah," she smiled down at the child. "You're going to like this." Lilah looked quizzically at the electric toothbrush Karen held out to her. "You'll see," Karen smirked, and sat down in the chair. "Now put up your sign and then come sit in my lap."

Lilah stood up a manila folder on the table. Written in red Sharpie, Lilah's childish scrawl announced, "2 Hores, No WaiTing!!!" She hopped up onto Karen's lap, letting her skinny legs dangle outside the older girl's and spreading her tiny cunny wide. Both children smiled at the men converging on them from all over the camp.