Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 36

"These are the ones I came up with," Cindy said, handing me a short list of private schools she had printed out from her computer.

We had had several days to strategize. I'd made a cautious call to the principal of her elementary school and she had told me, regret plain in her voice, that since the law took effect immediately she would have to start enforcing it the next school day: Cindy would have to have her deadname on all her records and be addressed that way by her teachers. She had offered to let Cindy use the bathroom in the nurse's office, a single-holer, and suggested that if Cindy could dress what she called androgynously - "girls wear jeans all the time" - she wouldn't have to discipline her for crossdressing. I knew she was in a tough position so I simply said that Cindy was going to be sick and out of school for the next few days.

Then we'd gone to work. I'd given Cindy the job of researching the private schools in the area to find those where being trans would be a nonissue. To be honest I hadn't had much hope. All the ones I knew about were religious and basically fundiwacko segregation academies.

So the variety on Cindy's list was a surprise to me. There was a Montessori school but it only went up to 5th grade and had a long waiting list besides. But there were schools affiliated with some of the mainline churches that were K-12 and actually interested in educating their pupils AND, according to what she had learned via Reddit and Google reviews, were not hysterical about the idea of a trans student. In fact, one of them, St Mary's, attached to an Episcopal church, already had a handful of trans kids. The location was not ideal but if I bought Cindy a bicycle and she practiced some she could ride on a route that dodged most of the really busy streets. The problem was the tuition. I was sure I made too much to qualify for any kind of need-based scholarship but nowhere near enough to afford the sticker price.

I made some calls and, leaving cost aside, St. Mary's was far and away the number one choice for us. It was the only one with an unapologetic trans-inclusive policy and their academics were highly rated. Unfortunately their admissions office confirmed that their few non-need-based scholarships were highly competitive and, since the school year was nearly 2/3 over, already spoken for this and next year. I could afford to pay for the remainder of this year and maybe next. I didn't want to have to make her change schools twice. Even if I sold my house in this market, after paying off the mortgage and taxes it wouldn't take us much further. I didn't give Cindy the full picture, but I didn't see any good solution.

Salvation arrived in a battered old minivan that pulled into my driveway on a sunny but cold and windy Saturday. With the garage door shut there was just enough room to pull clear of the sidewalk and park on the downslope, nosed against the overhead door. The security cam over the garage door filled a quarter of the feed - the others were the back door, the alley behind our privacy fence, and Karen's working bedroom. The motion caught my eye and I looked up from where Cindy and I were double-teaming Renee. Renee was lying on her side on my bed with one arm thrown over my thigh. She was sucking my balls in turn and licking up and down the length of my shaft. She was topless, her blouse on the floor behind her and her new breasts exposed and their large nipples stiff. Her jeans and panties were around her ankles. Meanwhile Cindy, completely naked with her clothes strewn about us, was sucking on Renee's penis while her fingers were wormed behind the strapon and she was working Renee's clit, rubbing it vigorously until the eleven-year-old moaned and stiffened, then stopping for a few seconds until Renee relaxed, then rubbing again. I was still wearing a tshirt and boxers with my cock and the dark nest of my untrimmed pubes sticking out of the fly. Cindy was controlling me indirectly as every time Renee moaned into my cock the vibration sent a wave of pleasure through me.

This had started out with Renee and I double-teaming Cindy, well, in fact it had started out with me rimming Cindy and then progressing to pushing two fingers in and out of her tight little asshole while giving her penis the occasional lick. The little spike was stiff and the head bright red and pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. Renee hadn't liked me doing that, or rather hadn't liked how much Cindy was enjoying it, but Cindy and I had shared a bowl and we had learned how cannabis made my little girl very horny. So rather than make me stop Renee had joined in and Cindy was happy to take us both on.

Cindy made the cutest little moans with her mouth stuffed full of Renee's cock. It was one of the realistic ones, molded latex over a firmer core with a color closely matched to Renee's slightly olive skin tone. The glans was fat and broad and there were a line of slightly-larger-than-realistic little knobules along the rim. It was the one I liked her to wear when she was pegging me because it felt amazing when those little buds scraped back and forth across my sphincter. But after I had sucked and fingered Cindy to three dry orgasms in twenty minutes the moans were turning into sobs. Her ten-year-old nervous system was completely overloaded with pleasure and she was nearing exhaustion. Her cafe-au-lait skin shone with perspiration and her light brown hair was dark and matted at the roots. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. I didn't make the little girl beg. My fingers slid easily out of her dilated asshole and, with a final kiss, I let her miniature penis, still iron-hard, fall out of my mouth.

It took me just a little repositioning and a quick flex and then I was butting my glans up against Renee's lips. The look she gave me was not completely unfriendly. I knew she wasn't crazy about sharing Cindy with me sexually but we both knew that if she made a deal out of it, it would just upset her girlfriend and I counted on her wanting to be with Cindy more than she wanted her to herself. Her hazel eyes told me I'd be hearing about this later when it was just the two of us, but that was later. Now, she opened her lips and let me push into the wet and talented heat of her mouth - not before she nipped at the end of my glans and pulled on my sack with her hand hard enough to almost hurt. But then her eyes drifted closed and she began sucking and working her tongue over and around the mouthful as she turned her head this way and that. Gradually she surrendered to the dual pleasure of both giving and receiving.

While the three of us were busy on the bed, Karen and Lilah were side-by-side in the big wing armchair. Both were completely naked, Lilah's riotously tattooed and pierced skin contrasting with Karen's smooth, unblemished, honey-colored body. Lilah was upside-down with her stick-thin legs sticking up over the back of the chair. The thick brass ring piercing her septum had flipped up to lie across her little snub nose. Her face was buried in Karen's crotch. The thirteen-year-old moaned and shivered as Lilah ate her pussy expertly, cleaning out the semen deposited there by her last trick of the morning. The insides of Karen's thighs were marred with a few criss-crossing scabs and her flushed vulva was dotted with little pinprick punctures from Lilah's tusks. Lilah's face was covered with Karen's cunt cream, the disturbing facial tattoos obscured by thick smears of white goo on her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, partially hiding the multiple piercings on her cheeks and chin. There was even creamy foam filling one ear. Karen's hands were busy - she had a large vibrator shoved up Lilah's ass and an even larger one - oversized for even an adult - splitting the nine-year-old's pierced vulva and she was pushing them both in and out together. Lilah's cunt and asshole each made distinctive squishing, squeaking, sloshing noises as the two shafts agitated her tender tissues. Lilah grunted in time with the dual penetrations, occasionally bubbling "More penith!" through the heavy flow of Karen's sex secretions. There was a heating vent right behind the chair so her scent was heavy all around the room.

Karen's customers were all instructed to park down the block or around the corner and walk through the alley to our back door, so the minivan got my attention. The passenger door opened first and a very tall woman with a buzz cut got out. She was wearing an old pea coat and a long scarf, but her legs beneath the coat were bare and heavily tattooed. She put her hands against the small of her back and stretched as if she had been in the car seat for too long. Meanwhile the driver got out as well. The camera angle obscured his face. All I saw was a puffball of bright red hair over a dark hoodie and jeans. Nevertheless, I recognized them.

Fuck.

The driver walked around the vehicle and stood speaking with the tall woman for a moment then they walked up to the front door.

I pushed Renee's head so that my cock popped out of her mouth, then swung my legs off the bed and pulled on my trousers. "Everybody downstairs!" The four children looked at me, confused. "Get your clothes and get down to the back door and get dressed! Take your phones. If things go bad, run. Run into the alley and get away, then call 911. Do it now!" I put some steel in my voice and maybe they heard a little panic in there too, because they all scrambled to obey. Except Lilah, of course, who had no clothes and no phone. "No more penith?" she said plaintively. The dildo was still embedded in her ass and it waggled back and forth as Karen grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.

The front doorbell rang as the children thumped down the stairs. I followed, cursing myself for getting rid of my gun when Cindy moved in. It was at my house over the mountains. It might as well have been on the moon. The bell rang again as I got to the front door. The girls were at the back door on the lower level and not visible. Good.

My stomach was tight with anxiety as I opened the front door. Sure enough, face-to-face it was them, not that I'd had much doubt. When I'd last seen the redhead, in the parking lot of a rural high school, he was wearing a biker's colors and he was injecting a child-sized dose of methamphetamine into Lilah's skinny arm. I never knew his name. The woman, though, she was Marta. And the last time I'd seen her, she was piercing Lilah's clitoral hood and clamping a homemade torture device onto the child's tiny clit. And then I'd gotten to see the child suffer. And I'd left her to it.

I looked at them, half-waiting for the guns to come out and the bullets to punch through my body. But the two of them just stood there. After a long minute, Marta popped her gum and said, "Well, either let us in or call the cops. I'm freezing my ass out here."

I'd never heard of a situation, however dire, where calling the cops wouldn't make things worse and that was still true. So, "C'mon in," I said, and turned and showed them my back. Again I tensed waiting for impact but none came, and I led them into the living room/dining room/office. We took chairs around the table that served as a work desk for me and Cindy. I stared at them for a second and then before either could speak I started counting off questions on my fingers. "What are you doing here? How did you find me? Are the cops after you? What happened with the club?"

Marta answered. "Simple skip tracing, you weren't trying to hide from anyone, it was easy. The cops aren't looking for us - we were too peripheral and when shit went down we both happened to be out of town, just dumb luck. The club is pretty much destroyed. After the prez took a head shot when the bar burned down and then a cop got murdered in his cruiser not too far away, the whole weight of the law, such as it is up there, fell on them. Everyone who wasn't shot trying to escape" - Marta's voice was heavy with irony - "is locked up. Weapons charges, drugs, human trafficking - everything they could think of. Did you know there was a massacre at the camp? Someone went through in the middle of the night cutting throats - got the pervs in their sleep. Only reason they didn't charge those killings and all the child rape besides, they knew people would start asking questions and the situation won't stand anyone looking at it too close. The whole sheriff's department, most of the county government, and probably some of the local Feds too would all end up in the clink."

I took a minute to absorb all that. Just as I opened my mouth to point out that Marta hadn't answered my first question, the redhead leaned forward. "Do you know where Lilah is?" His eyes were wide open, an expression of earnestness and worry on his face. His lashes were as red as the hair on his head and his several days' growth of beard.

I sat back. "Why do you ask?"

"There was no sign of her after the bar burned. Even if she burned up completely there would've been," the redhead said, "...bones." And then, shockingly, he was crying. "I want to tell her I'm sorry. It was so wrong, all the awful things they did to her - WE did to her. But I was just a prospect, not a full member, I had no say. And they would've killed me if I narc'd, and the sheriff was in on it anyway..."

Marta looked annoyed. "Stop making excuses. I was scared, so I convinced myself that I was doing the best I could for the kid. I was a fucking coward. I was a fucking coward and I tortured a child. And if she were still alive and if I knew where she was I'd tell her that, and I'd tell her I'm sorry, and I'd give her this." Marta pulled a hunting knife from inside her coat and laid it on the table. It gleamed evilly in the overhead light. "I'd give it to her and I'd show her my throat."

After that, the room was quiet except for the redhead's muffled sniveling. I looked from one to the other and back. Then I got up and went downstairs. The children were in a little huddle by the door, fear and confusion on their faces. "Upstairs to my bedroom," I said, "Quietly." But I grabbed Lilah's arm as she started to move. "Not you." I pulled the vibrator out of her ass and let it drop to the floor where it buzzed plaintively like an abandoned puppy.

I waited until Karen, Renee, and Cindy had climbed the two flights. Then I walked upstairs with Lilah, still holding her arm. When we got to the entrance to the living room I let her go. She took a step into the room, then froze. Her eyes opened wide, showing only solid blue surrounding the black of her dilated pupils. She began to shake all over, so violently that her piercings were jingling against one another making a bizarrely cheerful sound. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, tusks glinting in the light. She fell into a crouch. I saw her skinny torso working like a bellows as she started to pant. Then a growl started deep in her throat. It got louder with each exhalation until suddenly the naked child burst into motion. Almost too fast to follow she got a running start, leaped up onto the table and slid across it, dropping to all fours. She ended up face-to-face with Marta, whose eyes widened in fear but with a visible effort she did not draw back from Lilah's mutilated visage.

Then Lilah was screaming. No words, just over and over again a wordless howl of anguish. With her face twisted in a genuine expression of hatred, her facial tattoo of the snarling fu dog went from bizarre to absolutely terrifying. Tears ran from her eyes over the multicolored ink and all the silver pins, pegs, barbels and rings piercing her cheeks. Drool cascaded over her bottom lip and dripped down her chin and her down-pointing tusks, and spittle sprayed from her mouth. Marta closed her eyes as it splashed onto her face but still held her ground.

Lilah turned her head to scream in the redhead's face too. He quailed, cowering and pushing his chair back so hard he almost fell over backwards. Lilah grabbed his hoodie with both fists and held on. The scar on the back of her hand was a livid red. My view from the foot of the table would've been pleasant under other circumstances: Lilah's pierced and tattooed vulva pooched out between her thin thighs. One leg was covered with hideous realistic tattoos of rats tearing her flesh away; on the other a thorn bush wrapped around and around, tattooed blood seeping from thorn pricks. The soles of her feet were heavily callused. There was a jagged scar on one just forward of her heel. Her inner thighs were covered with innumerable criss-crossing scars, relic of the years she had spent with vicious spikes protruding from her labia majora, spikes that would pierce and slice her tender skin whenever pressed against them by, say, the body of an adult fucking her. And she had been fucked a lot.

Lilah's screams tore at my heart. She would never be free of her time with the bikers - it was literally stamped on her face and her body and her broken mind. But she had made herself part of the bizarre little family that had accreted around me. I doubted she would ever again be what could be called sane but she was learning how to live in the insane, hallucinatory world she moved through. She had found, I hoped, a kind of peace. But now she was confronted by a reminder of the worst things she had experienced in her short life and she was screaming out all the pain and terror and rage it had caused.

Her screams went ragged and hoarse, issuing from a throat damaged by uncountable adult cocks forced into it. And before long the damage asserted itself as she lost her voice, the screams diminishing to just the sound of air forced through her mistreated larynx. And as if those screams had sustained her, her body sagged, head drooping on a neck that could no longer support it until her forehead rested on the redhead's hoodie between her fists. Then she was sobbing, her half-starved naked body convulsing as tears fell from her eyes and wetted the biker's jeans.

I walked around the table and went to gather Lilah in my arms. It took a surprising amount of strength to pry her clenched fists off the biker's hoodie. But when I tried to hold her she pushed away, then pivoted on her knees on the table and scooped up the hunting knife. The blade was nearly as long as her forearm. She looked from it to Marta, the solid blue marbles of her eyeballs giving nothing away. "Why did you bring thith?" she grated out, her voice rough and barely audible.

Marta was pale but composed. "It's for you," she said simply. "To do whatever you think is right."

"Right?" Lilah said, tilting her head as if the word were strange to her. "Nothing ith right. Nothing will ever be right. I can feel the wrong, you know. It'th inthide me, it'th inthide me twying to get out." Her lisp, always present, became more prominent when she was excited or upset. "Thometimeth I pull mythelf open, I reach up in my cunt and pull out the wrong. Oneth I cut mythelf from here -" She pressed the point of the knife against her chin. "to here." So fast it was a blur, she spun the knife in her palm and jabbed downward. The point sank into her prominent pubic mound. I reacted too late, grabbing her wrist, as blood welled from a shallow cut. "I pulled mythelf open and took out all the wrong, but the next day I wath all full of it again." Lilah didn't resist as I took the knife from her small hand. If the fresh wound hurt her, she gave no sign. "Anyway," she said, "What you did wath very very wrong. It wath bad. But oneth I wath a monthter it wath okay. And now I'm wrong and bad so it maketh no differenth." She shrugged her bony shoulders. Then she slipped free of me and hopped down off the table. "Bad cunt," she muttered and slapped herself on her peach, scattering blood droplets. She bent her knees and spread her legs enough to insert two fingers into her pussy and waddled out of the room, leaving a trail of blood drops. "Bad cunt," I heard her muttering again, followed by more slaps as she climbed the stairs. But she only got about halfway up before I heard her descend and she waddled back into the room. Now she had the index fingers of both hands shoved up inside herself and she was pumping them in tandem as she walked.

Lilah made a standing leap from the floor up onto the table, startling all three of us. She marched up to our end of the table. Her chest, abdomen, and mons were shiny from the trail of drool that spilled steadily over her bottom lip and dripped downward. It diluted the blood oozing from the knife wound into pink runnels that ran down the creases of her thighs and down the insides of her legs. She removed her pointer fingers from her swollen snatch, and then put three fingers of each hand into the gauges that pierced her little vulva. She pulled the lips apart as she spoke, as if the words were coming from her cunt instead of her mouth. "You have to help Thindy!" she declared, then turned around and walked away. She missed her step at the end of the tabletop, though, or perhaps she was hallucinating more surface than there was, and fell in a heap onto the floor. She got up, shook herself, and spanked her pussy several times in rapid succession. "Bad cunt!" she declared again, and moved off and up the stairs.

"Who's Thindy, I mean Cindy?" the redhead asked.

Rather than answer directly, I called back over my shoulder. "Girls! It's safe, you can come upstairs." There was the sound of footfalls on the stairs and the children walked into the room. Cindy was first, followed by the sisters with Renee carefully and deliberately keeping her body between Karen and the newcomers. All three were barefoot. Cindy was wearing her babydoll and panties, her nipples puffy and a little red beneath the sheer fabric. Karen had pulled on her dress. It was obviously last year's because it barely covered her treasure. She was pantyless as evidenced by the snail-tracks of her love honey that had run down her thighs and were drying at about knee-level. Only Renee was fully-dressed (except for her hiking boots), though her cock was poking out aggressively from the open fly of her jeans. "You remember Renee and Karen, don't you?" At their blank looks I added, "The truck-fucker." Karen gasped and clapped her hands over her face, but I saw recognition dawn on Marta's and Red's faces. After all, it had been his truck.

"And this is Cindy," I said, pulling the ten-year-old into my lap back-to-front. Her bare legs straddled mine and her panty-clad butt snugged against my crotch, with predictable results. Her head fit perfectly under my chin. Her hair tickled. I ran my hands over her slender body, lifting her nightie to bare her nipples so I could gently pinch them. She made a soft sound of pleasure in her throat but turned her head, embarrassed, closing her eyes and burrowing against my shoulder. "We have to find her a new school because of this awful new law."

Of course neither Marta nor the redhead had heard of the law - they'd had plenty else on their minds. And even after I explained it they didn't get the relevance until I had embarrassed Cindy again by briefly tugging down the front of her panties to reveal her penis. "There's a very good private school but it's just so expensive," I explained.

"We didn't come away with any of the club's money," Marta said. "We were lucky to get out with our asses."

"I've tried and tried to think how to cut expenses or raise money," I said morosely. "I could sell my house but after paying off the mortgage and the taxes it's really not that much. I could ditch this place and go back to living in my house, it'd save on the rent, the part Karen isn't paying, and she could go back to turning tricks at the motel," I said as I pointed in the direction where, if you were standing on the back porch, you could see the roof of the former chain motel over next to the highway. "But a, that wouldn't save much money, b, it would mean separating the girls, and c, it'd be too far away in any case for Cindy to go to this school. So I don't know," I finished.

But the redhead was now looking at me speculatively. "Which motel?" he asked. He rattled off the address of Karen's former staging ground. "Is it that one?" I nodded, surprised. "Well, the club owns that, behind a couple of shell corps."

"Small world," I said, "But I don't see how that helps."

Now Marta spoke up. "You could host a fundraiser there."

I started to ask what kind of fundraiser could possibly work, but then I saw the way she was eyeing the children. Light dawned. "Huh."

"I would help," Karen declared, though I wasn't sure she had twigged to exactly what her role might be. Renee was faster, if the cynical look she gave me was any indication. She stepped over to me and took Cindy's hand. "I would, too," she said, gazing into her girlfriend's pale blue eyes. "I'd do anything for Cindy."

"Okay then," I said. I slid Cindy off my lap and stood. "Let's have some lunch. We have a lot of planning to do."

And wow, it was a lot of planning but it all came together amazingly fast and by the time spring break rolled around for Karen and Renee we were ready and everything meshed perfectly. I offered to take the girls on one final camping trip before summer arrived and Jenny and Rob, no big fans of the outdoors but giant fans of having the house to themselves for a few days, were happy to agree. We planned on seven days, Saturday to Friday. In reality, the first four days would be our fundraiser and the rest of the time would be recuperation. I picked the girls up in a truck full of camping gear Saturday morning and then we drove directly to the motel, under their marquee sign that read CLOSED FOR PRIVATE FUNCTION, and parked in the back hidden from the street and with the highway embankment behind us. Marta and Red had sent the staff home for the duration. They would handle security along with a couple guys they introduced as their friends who were local, not part of the their erstwhile gang or any other. We took the one suite which was really just two adjoining rooms reconfigured. The other 78 rooms were all registered to attendees in single, double, or triple occupancy. The program we had put in each room indicated that the festivities would start at 6 pm in front of our suite. As the big moment approached, our guests gathered in the gravel lot before the breezeway at our end of the building. It most almost all men, of all ages and varied ethnicities. There were a handful of women - I nodded to Dr. Morton - and even a few boy children who had been brought by dads to, I supposed, be initiated into the adult world. We had a small lighting tree focused on the breezeway in front of the suite and I had a small PA and a mic rigged up so we wouldn't have to shout. There were cases of water placed along the breezeway on all three stories. In every fifth room or so we'd left a scatter of sex toys. We had collected phones and doublechecked to make sure no guests had brought alcohol - it just made people too unpredictable. I hoped the bowls full of joints and Viagra would make up for any hurt feelings on that score. I had given the girls their first doses of molly about 45 minutes ago to give it plenty of time to kick in. We were ready.

I tapped the mic and was rewarded with the traditional squeal of feedback. "Can I have your attention, everyone? We're ready to get started." The milling crowd quieted and moved closer. It was twilight and with the lights in my eyes they were a shadowy, undifferentiated mass. "I want to thank you all for taking part in this fundraiser. With your help, a trans girl will have a safe, welcoming place to go to school. But I'm sure most of you were motivated only by our guest list, so let me start by introducing them. First, of course, is our star performer, the person who invited all of you here and probably the reason you have paid the outrageous entry fee." There were some chuckles from the crowd. "So here she is. You know her! You've fucked her! You're going to fuck the shit out of her! Our favorite child whore, KAREN!" As I called her name, suite door behind me opened and the thirteen-year-old girl pranced out, tottering on some ridiculous platform stripper heels she had bought specially. She was otherwise completely naked, heavily made up, and smiling from ear to ear. Her pussy glistened with juice and there was a steady seepage from between her blood-flushed inner labia. Her clitoris was swollen to its full size, curled and twisted around itself. Karen had put lip gloss on it so that it was an unnatural bright red. She was absently caressing and tugging on her erected nipples as she shifted from foot to foot next to me. "How do you feel, you little whore?" I asked. She was taller than me in the heels. As I held the mic up, I also reached down and gave her clit a little squeeze. I could feel it throbbing with her pulse.

"Ohhh," Karen moaned. Her eyes were a little glassy - the molly was definitely kicking in. "I'm so whory," she lilted. "SO whory! My cunt is so hot. I can't wait to fuck all of you!" She threw her arms wide and there was a cheer from the crowd. Then from off to one side a deep voice said, "Why wait?" I looked over and there was a burly man in a flannel shirt and light-colored carpenter jeans. He'd opened his belt and his fly and was waving a thick, uncircumcised cock in our direction. Karen's eyes got big and she actually drooled a little and then she took a series of half-running, half-stumbling steps in her heels on the gravel lot and threw herself into the man's arms. He staggered a bit but caught himself as Karen locked her legs around his waist. She threw one arm around his neck and wormed the other down between their bodies. She hunched her ass as she hunted for the right angle. "Yes, yes, yes, YES OH JEEZ FUCK ME!" she screamed, throwing her head back as she sank down on the man's cock. In a quieter voice she moaned "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," in time with lifting herself up and down. In the momentary hush we heard the squelching sound of her penetration as their bodies moved against each other. The fabric of the man's jeans darkened down one leg as Karen's juice flowed out. There was a spontaneous burst of applause and Karen lifted her head to grin a little maniacally at the crowd, but then her eyes closed as pleasure overtook her.

"Well, okay, the little whore's getting a head start, how nice for you, sir," I pattered. "But now let's meet our next performer. Many of you have met her, some of you have been injured by her, but no hard feelings. Please welcome Karen's little sister, Renee!"

At the sound of her name Renee lurched through the doorway, almost fell, but caught herself on the doorframe. I put my arm around her shoulders and guided her out. It was her first time taking molly and it was hitting her hard. She was very dizzy and sweating copiously. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be having trouble focusing her eyes. Her hair was done in dozens of mini-braids with beads and colorful ribbons braided into them. They rattled together as she swayed. She was naked and barefoot, and she was wearing the largest penis I had ever seen on her. I think she had ordered it special for this event. It was Feeldo style, with a long, curved peg that went into her vagina. The outside of it was jet black, a good nine inches long and covered with blunt spikes and ridges. As I put my arm around her shoulders to keep her stable, she shimmied her hips, making the fake cock bounce, then gripped it with one hand to hold it still. Her fingers barely went halfway around it. I put an arm across her bare shoulders and said, "Now, Renee is a very special girl." She looked up at me and her lips curved into a goofy smile. The smile turned into a scowl when I continued, "What's special is, she's just eleven, she hasn't yet had her first period - but she's already had her first abortion!" There was an "oooooh" from the crowd.

I put the mic in front of Renee's mouth. She shook a finger at the crowd. "Now, I am not a whore..." She trailed off, apparently distracted by the motion of her own finger. After a moment she focused. "...Not a whore. But I will do sex with you so my girlfriend, that I love, can go to school and be herself and not be teased just because she has a penis." Renee demonstrated by working her arm and jacking up and down. "Just because she can't take hers off," she amended. I bent down and kissed the top of Renee's head, smelling sweat and baby shampoo.

"Okay, thank you Renee!" I was really getting into this emcee gig. "And speaking of your girlfriend, let's meet her, the little girl who all you great people are giving an education free from bigotry. Come on out, Cindy!"

The slight, tan form of the little girl I had come to adore appeared in the doorway. She walked out with more self-possession - and more balance - than Renee. For all that she was a year younger, her time on the streets had given her a lot more experience with recreational drugs. I was just glad her brother had never let her try any of the opiates. Her cafe-au-lait skin was smooth and flawless. She had had Karen do her makeup and put about a dozen little clips in her hair so it fell around her face in soft waves. She had smoky eyeshadow in shades that set off the pale blue of her eyes, and those little wings of mascara. Her face was smooth with foundation and her cheekbones and jawline were heavily contoured. She was wearing bright red lipgloss that had some kind of sparkly bits in it. Karen had showed her how to rouge her nipples as well. She had a silver chain around her waist, studded with little blue zircons that matched her eyes. It looked great against her brown skin tone. I guess she wanted to look as femme as possible since she was naked as well. Her little penis was about the length and girth of my pointer finger and achingly hard, standing straight up and pointing at her chin. She put one arm around Renee's waist and the other around mine as I held the mic to her. Normally she would have been too shy to speak but the molly gave her confidence a boost. "I want to say, thanks to all of you, for paying money to fuck me and everyone so I can go to school and be myself and not have to pretend to be a boy and get teased about it." She kind of ran down and I was about to take the mic back but then she thought of something else to say. "I learned how to suck cocks from Renee so I'm really good at it! And I have a lot of grease in my butthole!" She was answered with laughter and some scattered applause.

As the applause died down we heard Karen's breathy voice rising and falling. "Oh fuck, oh my cunt, my whore cunt, fuck my whore cunt, fuck me..." I smiled at her pale form writhing against the man she clung to. "Now, we have some special guests that I want to introduce you to as well." There was a collective gasp and the crowd fell silent and I knew without looking that Lilah had appeared in the doorway.

"This is Lilah. As you can see she's also a very special girl, in fact, she's a monster girl. But don't let that worry you." I gestured her out and she walked up to stand next to me on the other side from Cindy. At her request I had cut off all of her hair and shaved her head for the event so she was bald as an egg. The snarling dog tattooed on her face seemed almost to move under the harsh lighting. Her dozens of piercings, the silver chain connecting her nipple and navel, her chrome tusks all gleamed and threw little reflections onto the crowd. Her pupils were blown so her eyes were circles of black in a sea of solid blue. "I'm a cunt monthter," she announced as drool dripped off her chin. "Look at my monthter cunt!" She reached down and fit three fingers of each hand inside the grommets piercing her labia and pried the fleshy lips open. There was another gasp from the crowd. "And I want penith! I want all the penitheth!" She was breathing rapidly, almost panting, and I could see her heart fluttering in her skinny chest.

"That's great, Lilah, but who's your little friend?" Accompanying Lilah out the door was a black-haired toddler. She was wearing panties and little flipflops. The panties were tight and her baby cooch made a nice cameltoe. She had a toddler's big belly and her limbs were chubby. She was sucking her thumb.

"Thith ith Mariela. Thee'th a good girl," Lilah declared.

I got down on one knee to be face-to-face with the tiny girl. "Hi, Mariela. How old are you?" She looked at me solemnly then took her thumb out of her mouth and held up the hand with all digits extended. "You're five? Did you have a birthday?" She nodded. "Well now that you're a big girl, I guess you can help us out, is that right?"

"Yes," Mariela said, almost too quietly for the mic to pick up. Then a little louder she said, "Good girls like penis in their mouf. Daddy says."

The crowd "oooh"ed. "That's great, Mariela. Are you going to show us how you can do that?" She nodded.

I stood back up. "Mariela will be using her mouth only, folks, so don't get pokey with her."

I took a moment to admire the four naked children. Under normal circumstances they never would have been calm, even eager, when confronting a group of over a hundred adults, all there for the express purpose of inseminating them in every way possible. But I smiled at their glassy eyes, their jittery movements, their furtive little touches and rubs at themselves. Modern chemistry was a wonderful thing, and I had made sure I had more than enough MDMA to keep them all as ripped as they wanted - or needed - to be for the three days and nights ahead of them.

I patted the little girl on her head. "Now I hope you all read the code of conduct we left in your rooms. It's nothing complicated, just: be nice. Ask first. And - girls, show them your wristbands." All four of the children standing with me raised their right arms. In the crowd, I saw Karen's arm lifted. "See the red wristbands? Even these little sluts will need a break now and then. So if you see she's taken off her wristband - leave her alone. It just means she wants a drink of water, or a quick nap, or to wipe some of the cum off her face, or whatever. She'll put it back on soon enough, don't be impatient. Lastly, if you need a break, or you're waiting for your favorite little fuck toy to have a hole available, help yourself to sodas and snacks in room 115.

"And now," I said with a flourish, "Let..."

I was interrupted by Karen's cries of ecstacy. "Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh my cunt, my cunt my cunt oh jeez OH JEEEEZ AAAAAAAIII! AAAAAAIII! AAAAAAAIIII!" Karen screamed her orgasm into the gloaming. I peered into the crowd, my eyes dazzled by the lights. After a moment Karen staggered towards me, clumping on those ludicrous heels. She tripped and fell into my arms. She was all sweaty and reeked of her arousal. Her vulva was smeared with a stew of cum and her own juices. She was breathing heavily from her exertions. I stood her up and she swayed for a moment, then gracefully - at least as gracefully as possible in those shoes - her knees bent and her butt dropped and she collapsed onto the concrete breezeway, ending up sitting in a reclined position, supporting herself with her hands behind her. Then with a CLUMP! CLUMP! she lifted each foot and set it back down with her legs widely spread. Still fighting to catch her breath, she called "Lilah!"

All I saw was a multicolored streak out of the corner of my eye and then Lilah was prone on the cracked concrete between Karen's thighs. She craned her neck and began licking and slurping at the soggy white mess of semen and cunt honey smeared all over Karen's vulva with more oozing from her distended vaginal opening. Lilah concentrated at first on licking the outsides while she inserted three, then four fingers into Karen's cunt. Karen groaned. Lilah's fingers came out cupping a puddle of jizz which she slurped up, then dove back in for more. The ink on Lilah's neck jumped as she swallowed.

I held the mic down at Karen's crotch in order to share Lilah's noisy housekeeping with the crowd. They pressed forward, the men in back craning their necks to see. Karen's belly started heaving as her moans got louder, and now I was moving the mic back and forth so the crowd could hear them, too. "Oh god Lilah, oh god Lilah, eat my cunt, make me clean, lick my whore cunt, YIII!" Karen yipped as Lilah bit down gently on her vulva with her gleaming tusks, and little drops of blood began to dot the pale skin of Karen's labia majora, mixing to a light pink with her adolescent juices. Lilah was pumping her fingers in and out of Karen's cunt faster, giving them just a quick lick when they came out shiny and wet, while she nibbled and gnawed at Karen's pudendum. Karen's cries began to climb the scale again and get more urgent, but it was when Lilah clamped her lips around Karen's grotesquely swollen clitoris and began chewing on it with the bare gums between her tusks that Karen stiffened. Her whole body jumped and she cried "OH! MY! GODDDDD!"

Lilah rolled to the side out of the way as Karen climaxed again. Without Lilah in the way to catch it a powerful stream of girl-cum arced out of her gaping slit. It flew past me at eye level. It splashed down across Renee's face and then Cindy's upper chest, dripping down to coat her puffy rouged nipples. Karen's body convulsed as a series of weaker streams splashed onto the concrete and then, as Lilah rolled forward, onto her back and her bald head. Karen's scent, strong and piquant, rose to my nostrils. I saw the front row of men likewise sniffing at the delicious adolescent bouquet.

Renee gasped in shock at the unexpected bath of girl-cum and blinked repeatedly, trying to clear it out of her eyes. The sticky aromatic juice matted her eyelashes, dripped down her cheeks and off her chin in long threads, dropping onto her perky plum-sized breasts and coating her large, dark red nipples. Cindy came to her rescue, wiping gently at Renee's eyes with her thumbs and then stepping in for a kiss which quickly became an amazingly erotic tongue-wrestling match between the ten- and eleven-year-old children. Cindy pressed her body against Renee, trapping that absurd prosthetic between them. Their bare skin slid noisily against each other with Karen's lubricating secretions.

Looking dazed, and still shivering with orgasmic aftershocks, Karen got slowly to her feet, bending down to help Lilah stand as well. I looked from one side to the other at the five naked girls, toddler to early teen, four of them now smeared with Karen's ejaculate. "I hope y'all enjoyed the floor show," I said ironically, bringing a scatter of chuckles from the crowd. "Let's get the party started!"

I stepped back as the crowd surged forward. I had a worried second but at least at this point people were courteous. Strong hands seized each girl and lifted them. Karen laughed as she was thrown over a shoulder into a fireman's carry. Someone grabbed Renee's cock and with the other hand between her asscheeks, boosted her up like a bride. Cindy was lifted up onto broad shoulders, cooing as her penis was caressed by the long hair of the man's mullet. Someone else lifted Mariela onto their hip. Only Lilah wasn't immediately picked up. It fell to her to dive into the crowd and emerge leading a man by his cock which she had neatly extracted from his sweatpants, and then jumping into his arms. Each man set off towards his hotel room with their armful of naked child, and the crowd split into tributaries following after them. The wild rumpus had begun.