Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 38

Karen hobbled along the upper breezeway, holding onto the metal railing for support. Her hip joints were on fire, protesting every motion after being spread wide open and stressed for ten hours straight. She planted each foot carefully on the gritty concrete, wary of the slippery semen that coated her soles. She left a trail of cummy footprints behind her but more jizz was continually running down over her ankles and the high arches of her thin feet and refreshing the coating. The semen oozed from her gaping cunt and distended anus but it also ran down along her entire body, dripping from her gummy hair and tracing grayish-white gooey trails on her honey-toned skin.

A gusty predawn breeze raised goosebumps all over Karen's naked body. Her skin pulled as the splotches and trails of semen dried. It was really a little too chilly to be outside naked, especially soaked from head to toe in cum as she was. The breeze chilled her everywhere except for her swollen, throbbing clitoris. Karen's cunt was sore, a heavy, pulsing ache from deep inside and also a hot, scraped, itchy irritation that flared with every step as her thighs came together. But the thirteen-year-old's clitoris burned with a different kind of heat, a sharp, stabbing pleasure that shot right through her body. Her nerves thrummed and sang with the residue of hours of orgasmic surges. She could feel the pleasure still simmering and roiling inside her. Karen knew that the slightest touch on her pulsing button would cause another eruption. Her body craved those explosions, those little obliterations of everything except for pure sensation, but she had been fucking for the entire night, cocks thrusting into her pussy, her ass, her mouth continuously, the men a faceless blur, her nose and mouth full of the sharp stink of male sweat and the bleachy taste of semen, her tongue coated and throat clotted with the residue of who knew how many dozens of loads, her body a pure flame of pleasure rising ever higher...but now she was exhausted, sore, shivering with cold. Her wristband dangled from thumb and fingers as she reached the staircase in the gray predawn light and began painfully to descend.

I smelled Karen before she came into view descending the staircase on the outside of the building, her distinctive miasma of sweat, semen, and the piquant aroma of her aroused cunt, but as she settled into the chair I had gestured her to it was clear that all the children were a little worse for the wear after the first night of our fundraiser. Renee and Cindy were kneeling on their chairs instead of sitting on them. Both their assholes were red and swollen, puffed up between their little asscheeks like volcano calderas and the little girls grimaced with discomfort as they shifted in their chairs. They had showered and used an enema bulb to clean out their rectums, but I'd told them to keep their hair dry so while their skin was clean, both Renee's hair - thick, wavy, dark brown and waist length - and Cindy's straighter, not as thick, lighter in color and only brushing her shoulders - were still tangled with snarls and little mats of dried semen. Renee had a big hank that had glued itself to one round cheek, and Cindy's bangs stuck up and out at crazy angles.

Mariela had showered with them and she had been given a thorough shampoo, so reeking of urine had her black curls been. Now her hair was wrapped in a towel as the five-year-old squirmed in her chair. She had her arms crossed over her flat chest and her legs drawn up against the chill, exposing her puffy little pussy, just a slit between the two caramel pillows of her vulva.

Lilah showed the most physical damage though she seemed least affected by it. The child had two black eyes and a fat lower lip. Her cheek was so swollen that her upper tusk on that side was digging little scrapes into the bruised skin. She sat cross-legged on her chair, her back straight. Her eyes were fixed on some point above and beyond us, darting back and forth to follow something only she could see. Her tattooed and pierced cunt gaped open but she was oblivious to the puddle of semen that had seeped out of her onto the seat of the hard plastic chair. She was masturbating idly with one hand, pinching her clit and sticking fingers through the gauges in her vulva, pulling one side and then the other away from her leaking slit.

The children sat facing the parking lot filled with nearly a hundred men. They crowded up on the children leaving just a small semicircle of free space. Some of the men looked even rougher than the kids after the long night of debauchery. They didn't have access to the generous doses of MDMA, ibuprofen, and energy drinks I had dispensed to keep the girls happy and energetic as they submitted to hours of continuous sex. Plus I knew at least Cindy and Karen had freely availed themselves of the cannabis we were providing for their molesters' consumption. So far it was working but we had two more full days and nights to go.

For the moment, though, all five girls were taking a break. They had all remembered to remove their wristbands. I had collected them and would return them after this. Neither the girls nor our guests knew what was coming - all I had said was "surprise auction" - but I thought everyone would enjoy what was to come. Mic in hand, I announced that thanks to everyone's generous tipping we were well ahead of our goal so far. And I hoped everyone would keep it up.

Then I called Cindy over to me. Looking surprised, the little girl got out of her chair after trading a nervous look with Renee and came to stand next to me. I put an arm around her as she nervously clutched her penis. Goosebumps rippled across her skin but her penis was still stiff and straight. "Cindy, I'd like you to share with everyone something you told me just this week." She looked up at me quizzically. "Something about your body," I continued. "You told me you wished something about you could change before you start at your new school. Do you remember?" Understanding dawned on Cindy's face. "Will you tell everyone now?" Her cheeks colored slightly under her light brown complexion. I held the microphone out to her encouragingly. Instead of speaking into it she tugged on my shirt and cupped a hand around her mouth, rising up on her bare toes to whisper to me. I smiled. "Yes, it's ok to use that word. We don't use it in public, but this is an exception." I held the mic out again.

"I wish..." Cindy said, and stopped to clear her throat. "I wish that I could have...titties!" There was some laughter and scattered applause from the men. She lightly pinched her nipples between thumbs and fingers. They were permanently a little puffy and red from the daily abuse Lilah and I visited on them, but her chest was still flat as any boy's.

"Well, Karen asked Doctor Morton about you and she said that now that you're ten and a half you're old enough to start hormone therapy. You'll get your first doses next week and by the time the new school year starts you should have a lovely little pair. What do you think of that?"

Cindy looked up at me with wide eyes. "Really?" she asked. At my nod she threw herself at me and hugged me hard around the waist. I patted her bare back. After a moment she broke away and grabbed Renee's hands, pulling the older girl to her feet. "Renee, I'm going to get titties!" she said. Renee hugged her girlfriend to her. Cindy's hands came up to caress and squeeze Renee's beautiful little mounds. "I hope mine are as pretty as yours," Cindy said. Renee kissed her, their tongues tangled, and Renee made a soft moan as their bare bodies pressed together.

Before the girls could get too involved in making out, I gently pulled Cindy away and had her stand next to me again. "I know you'll love having breasts, Cindy, but that's not what this special auction is about. Because you're a special girl, I want you to have very special titties. I bet that you are going to be the only girl in fifth grade at St. Mary's school with...nipple piercings!"

Cindy's eyes got big and her mouth opened in an "O". "Piercings?" she squeaked. She covered her puffy nips with her fingers. "Really?"

"Really," I assured her. "But now here's where the auction comes in. Marta, of course," I gestured to the tall tattooed woman standing in the doorway to the suite, "is fully trained to do piercings and body art. But she's not going to pierce your nipples herself. Instead, she's going to guide..." I paused for effect. "She's going to guide the high bidder who will get to hold the needle and push it through your little nips." There was a collective sigh from the crowd as the meaning sunk in. "Let's start the bidding at one hundred dollars," I said. "Who bids a hundred?"

Bidding was fast and spirited and before we knew it we were into four figures. We were well into four figures before we had a winner, a middle-aged fellow with a high widow's peak going gray and the thick, callused hands of someone who did manual labor. He was surprised when his bid turned out to be the winning one. He didn't have that kind of money on him, of course, so he was granted half an hour to get to an ATM and return before the prize would devolve on the second highest bidder.

Cindy was shaking from excitement and maybe a little fear. "Will it hurt?" she asked Marta.

"Yes, it will hurt," Marta said, not unkindly. "Not a lot, but that's part of the fun. Now, come inside and pick out the jewelry you want." I watched my little lover follow Marta into the suite. I turned back around, and there was Renee standing looking up at me. Her hands were clutched around her large black strapon and she was moving it nervously up and down. "If Cindy is getting her nipples pierced, I want mine pierced too!"

I squatted down so that I was eye-to-eye with the naked eleven-year-old. I put a hand on her shoulder. Her skin was sweaty and feverishly hot. I grasped her penis in my other hand, moving it gently to shift the back end that penetrated her vagina. "That's so sweet, Renee, but you know you can't. Think about all the times you change clothes or you're naked with your mom. She would shit an entire brick factory if you came home with pierced nipples. You're not even allowed to get your ears pierced until you're twelve, she told me once."

Renee blinked. With all the drugs in her system, the normally logical little girl obviously hadn't thought of that. "Wellll," she said, "Welllll...what if I wear 'em just this week and I take 'em out before I go home? Would the holes show?"

"Hmm, probably not," I said, "That'd heal up pretty quickly. But listen: we should let this be Cindy's special thing. If you want a piercing, let's do something different than your nips. In fact, let's make it a double surprise, for both you and our bidders. How about that?" If she were thinking straight, Renee would never have agreed to this, but in her current exhausted and drug-addled state, she nodded right along with me. "Fellas, I'm not going to tell you what body part we're going to poke a hole in but I guarantee you'll like it. Now, who will bid a hundred dollars?"

And before long we had another spirited round of bidding, and a second winner. This one was a man I didn't know but he said he wanted to give the prize to his nephew who was here with him. He pushed forward a young boy who looked barely older than Renee.

Renee shrieked "Bobby McLaren?!?!" Her fists came up and, stark naked and her cum-clotted hair flying she charged. I was just fast enough to snag a hunk of that hair and yank her to a stop as the boy cringed back. I reeled Renee in by her hair, getting my hands all sticky until I was able to grasp her by the shoulders and hold her in place. She strained to get loose, the placid, half-stoned look on her face replaced by a snarl.

In an entirely understandable reaction the boy had backed up and turned to flee but his uncle was there and got a firm grip on his upper arm. His uncle was an older man, old enough to be a great-uncle. He was balding but his silver tonsure was grown out into long, sloppy white-boy dreads. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and flip-flops, nothing else. His body was flabby and slack with age with a pot belly and big droopy boobs, but his eyes were clear and his face was edged around with laugh lines. "Bobby has something he wants to say to Renee, isn't that right Bobby?" The boy gulped and opened his mouth but nothing came out. "Go ahead, boy, it's alright," his uncle encouraged.

"Um...you're real pretty naked, Renee," Bobby said, blushing furiously. "I like your...b..breasts, and the way your muscles move in your arms..." he trailed off. Renee looked nonplussed. "And..." He took a deep breath, like he was gathering his courage. "And, I'm really sorry for the things I said about you...and Cindy. My dad...my dad hates gay people and trans people and says you're all going to hell and...and I didn't think that was right, but, but, he's my dad, and..." Bobby's face squinched up and it looked like he was going to cry. "and...I think I'm gay!" he finished in a harsh whisper.

Renee shrugged out of my hands and stepped forward. Bobby flinched but all she did was pull him into a hug, pressing her naked body against his clothed one. Her cock was trapped between them. She looked up into his watering eyes. "Your dad's just wrong!" she declared. "I accept your apology. And..." she looked away with a shy giggle. "There's a thing I do...for boys who're gay but keeping it secret."

Renee followed Cindy inside to help her pick her jewelry. While they were looking the auction winner returned and shortly after the children emerged with Marta. Cindy had chosen little gold rings set with a ruby red gem. Cindy was also smoking a big blunt. I let the child finish the smoke, watched her eyes get vague and a silly smile spread across her face before getting her ready. I had her turn around and bend over so the crowd could see how big she could open her butthole on command. When the puffy red ring was big enough to fit in a quarter I squirted in a generous amount of lube. Cindy giggled "it's cold!" and her butt contracted around the neck of the tube. She straightened and turned to look at me, still giggling. Her eyes were bloodshot and eyelids at half-mast as the pot took hold.

The horizon was brightening and sunrise wasn't far off as I helped Marta carry an armchair out of our suite and we set it on the edge of the parking lot. Our auction winner, looking pleased but nervous, sat down. Then he got up as we told him he needed to take his pants down. His cock was large but soft; being the center of attention like this was making him nervous. Without being asked, Cindy dropped to her knees in front of him. Bracing her forearms on his hairy thighs she took his cock in her two hands and licked all around the collar before taking the bulbous head into her mouth and sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks. The man gasped softly as Cindy began stroking him with her two hands, taking a little bit more into her mouth on every downstroke until fully half his length disappeared between her lips and she was using just one hand to wrap halfway around the expanding shaft while playing with his balls with the other. After a minute Cindy pulled off triumphantly and wiped her mouth on her forearm, holding up an erection of average length but very thick. She smiled goofily and licked it once from scrotum to tip. Then she stood and turned and, reaching behind her to guide the cock with one hand, pressed it against her butthole. Her brow lowered and her lips pursed in concentration as she relaxed her sphincter, then her eyes flared open as the cockhead popped through the muscle ring and she felt the first penetration. The man gasped and lay his head back against the chair.

Cindy grunted in concentration. Her legs trembled a bit as she raised and lowered herself, each time dropping a bit further and forcing another centimeter or two of adult cock into her ten-year-old rectum. The man's large, thick-fingered hands wrapped around her waist, grasping her tightly enough that her coffee-and-cream skin paled under his fingertips. He caught her rhythm and began pressing her down on his cock, adding his force to her own until Cindy's high-pitched "Ahhhh!" was matched with his lower register as she settled down in his lap, fully-penetrated with her butt resting against his thighs.

Cindy sighed again, more of a groan really, as I lifted her bare feet off the gravel and hooked her knees over the chair's arms. Now her full weight was driving that thick cock into her bowels. Cindy's own little spike was standing straight up, stiff and proud, the shaft tan and hairless and the marble-sized glans bright red. This looked like a job for Mariela, I said to myself.

The toddler had been quiet during most of this, half-dozing in her chair. Her fingers played idly around her vulva. Marta anticipated me and retrieved a pillow from our suite, dropping it in front of the chair between our winner's feet as I unwound the towel from Mariela's hair and picked her up. I set the naked five-year-old down with her knees on the pillow. Her eyes widened at the sight of Cindy's three-inch erection right in front of her. Her black curls were still damp. I brushed them away from a delicate ear and whispered, "You remember Cindy, don't you? And you know what this is?" I touched a fingertip to Cindy's quivering little spike.

Mariela nodded solemnly. "Penis," she said, lisping just a little.

"And what do we do with a penis?" I asked.

Mariela's answer was nonverbal: she leaned forward and pursed her lips in an "O". Cindy gasped as her hairless erection disappeared between the five-year-old's lips. Mariela began sucking noisily. Between that and her rectum full nearly to bursting - and being completely stoned on some body-rush-heavy weed - my little girl was overwhelmed with sensation. She began moaning and writhing on the adult cock impaling her.

Meanwhile Marta had emerged from the suite carrying one of the small night tables in one hand and her toolkit in the other. She unwrapped the kit and set it down on the table. She prepared the alcohol wipes and the needles in their cannulae. The crowd of men had been chattering and moving about, but they fell silent as they realized the big moment had arrived. Marta pressed the flat of her hand on Cindy's breastbone. "You have to hold still, kid," she said. Cindy gulped and grasped the arms of the chair with white-knuckled hands. Marta took a little felt-tip pen and drew little dots on Cindy's puffy pink nipples. Addressing the man whose cock was buried in Cindy's ass, she told him to hold the needle but let her guide it. Once she had the tiny blade positioned the way she wanted it, just touching Cindy's skin, she let go of it and nodded to the man. He pushed. The needle slid easily into Cindy's nipple, emerging from it on the other side. Cindy gasped and her bare toes curled but she was able to hold still. Leaving the needle and cannula poked through Cindy's right nipple, Marta and the man repeated the process on her left. Cindy was panting a little now, blinking woozily at the slender cannulae poking out of her skin.

The rest was the work of seconds only: Marta deftly threaded the ring into the cannula and pushed it through the new hole, removing the tool and leaving just the gold and red gem shining in the rising sun. Again she repeated the action, then stood, leaving Cindy staring in giddy stoned pleasure at her new body jewelry. She touched one of the rings tentatively with a fingertip and hissed between her teeth. "It stings," she said. Someone in the crowd started clapping, quickly taken up until Cindy smiled into a wave of applause, a smile that became wide-eyed surprise as the man grasped her around the waist again, lifted her, and then slammed his hips up to meet her, stabbing his thick cock deep into her bowels. He started thrusting into her like a pile-driver. Cindy was overwhelmed by the sudden flood of sensation and went limp, her arms and legs flopping uncoordinated. Her new nipple rings bounced up and down, the gold and the red jewels glowing in the sunrise. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Cindy cried out each time the cock plumbed her depths. The applause sorted itself to become fast claps in time with the man's thrusts.

Mariela had been surprised, had banged her lip on Cindy's pubic bone and sat down hard. But she was a good little trouper. She stood up and bent her head forward, doing her best to capture Cindy's little spike on each upthrust, leaving it shiny with her spit as Cindy was pulled down and her penis fell out of Mariela's mouth. The man started grunting in time as well, getting louder as his hip thrusts became a little erratic until finally with a loud groan, almost a shout, he pulled Cindy down into his lap and thrust up as hard as he could. As he groaned a second time, and then a third and a fourth, Cindy's thin bare legs kicked at the air. Her eyes half-closed and a smile spread across her face as she felt herself being inseminated.

After a series of diminishing groans, the man sank back into the armchair. He drew a shuddering breath, then tightened his rough hands around Cindy's waist and lifted. Now it was her turn to groan as the still-erect penis scraped free of her sphincter, leaving it bright red and gaping open. The man lifted the naked ten-year-old and held her out as if he was reenacting The Lion King. A drizzle of semen and anal juices fell from Cindy's distended asshole onto Mariela's black curls. Startled, she looked up, and the stream fell right into her open mouth.

The applause grew again as Cindy was held out to the audience of men. Her little erection strained as her legs bicycled for purchase. After a moment the man set her on her bare feet. Her knees wobbled a little but she stepped back onto the concrete breezeway without assistance. She put her hands behind her and arched her back, pushing her swelling nipples and their new jewelry into the sunlight. The applause became a roar of approval as she grinned.

Cindy stumbled over to where Renee had risen from her chair and was also applauding. She threw her arms around the older girl and pressed their naked bodies together - then Cindy pulled back as the pressure stung her new piercings. Their faces disappeared for a moment behind a curtain of tangled, cum-matted hair as they kissed. Then Cindy collapsed into a chair and Renee walked over to me. "I'm ready!" she declared, throwing out her arms and spinning around. She lost and balance and would have fallen if I hadn't caught her. Since she didn't like weed I had given her a double hit of molly when she had come downstairs with Cindy and on top of what she had already taken she was really flying.

"Now, Renee," I said into the microphone, "You're going to have to take off your penis for this, and you won't be able to wear it as long as leave this in.?"

Renee looked up at me a little goggle-eyed and I could see her carefully replaying what she'd just heard in her head, working hard to extract the meaning from it. She smiled. "Okay!" she chirped, and I realized she was too high to think through the implications of this. "For Cindy!" She dropped into a half-squat, spreading her knees and with a sweet little grunt she tugged on the strapon. I was so used to seeing the little girl wearing her penis that only as the bulb slid out of her vagina and she held it out to me did I see for a moment just how incongruous it really was, an eleven year old girl, barely into puberty, with eight-plus inches of thick black cock sprouting from her crotch. It came away, revealing her smooth vulva and her slit showing pink beneath the little bud of her clitoris. I couldn't help but reach down and caress her, running my fingers through the scatter of fine black hairs coming in on her mons, then sliding a finger across her clit and down the hot moist tissues of her slit.

Renee caught her breath as I curled my finger and pushed it into her cunt. She giggled then went "ooo" as I rubbed her clitoris briefly with my thumb. "You really do have a great little cunt, Renee," I said into the mic. "Doesn't she have a great cunt, folks? Let's have a hand for Renee's pussy!" I pulled my finger out so I could applaud and Renee smiled her shy, goofy, stoned smile as a hundred-ish adult men joined me in cheering her preteen cunny.

As I helped Renee to the chair I realized how turned on I was and how badly I wanted her. I'd been keeping myself under pretty strict control to make sure everything ran smoothly but I would definitely have me some of this before we were all done.

There followed some logistical problems as we worked with Bobby and his uncle to figure out how we were going to work this. We ended up bringing out the luggage bench from the room and placing it up against the armchair, and moving them both out into the parking lot a bit so that people could circle all around it for a better view. Bobby's uncle helped him out of his shorts and underpants. He was abashed but excited. He had a good-sized penis for a sixth-grader, maybe four and a half inches with a rather pointy glans and, like Renee, just a scattering of soft, dark hairs beginning to come in at the base. He alternated between covering it up with his hands and stroking it absently

We got Bobby into the chair and we lay Renee down on the bench. Maybe he was gay, but the sight of the naked girl spread-eagle before him had him painfully hard. Of course, he was twelve - everything got him hard. I had Renee put her legs up over her head, rolling her hips up and exposing her asshole. It still looked red and irritated but it yielded easily enough as I penetrated it with one lubed finger, then two, then half-withdrew the two fingers and opened them like scissors to make room for the nozzle of the tube of Astroglide and I squirted it in until a fat drop emerged and ran down towards her spine.

Then Renee let her legs flop down so they were draped over the arms of the chair. Bobby scooted forward. In the spirit of helping I grasped his hot boytool and stroked it up and down Renee's damp slit, making her giggle and both of them squirm as they felt each other's heat. I let Bobby depress his angle until the glans was butted against Renee's well-lubed pucker. Then he put his arms around Renee's thighs and leaned forward and she sighed as her sphincter dilated and he slid easily into her butt.

Renee propped herself up on her elbows and let her head rock back. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations of being assfucked. She had loved doing it almost from the very first time I had violated her at age nine, but the drugs in her system were really boosting her enjoyment. She cooed with pleasure as Bobby began to thrust into her ass, first slowly but then as his arousal grew he put the pedal to the metal and Renee was bouncing back and forth on the bench. Moisture trickled from between the smooth pillows of her labia majora and dripped onto the Bobby's shaft.

"Slow down, there, cowboy," I said, drawing chuckles from the men surrounding us who certainly remembered their own youth. It was not easy for the boy but we got him to hold still and just soak inside Renee. He moaned softly every time she tensed her kegels and squeezed him inside her rectum.

I stepped aside so Marta could do her part. She got Renee to lie back flat so she'd stop wiggling so much. Renee gazed upwards at the circle of men surrounding us looking down at her, not the slightest bit embarrassed to be naked, spread-legged and with her ass full of boycock. Her large pink nipples were stiff with arousal and she fondled her breasts absently. She kicked one bare foot idly until Marta told her to lie still.

Marta loaded a needle. It looked quite a bit longer and thicker than the ones she'd use to pierce Cindy's nips and I saw Renee's smile fade as she watched. Then Marta took her pen and bent down to place dots...right on Renee's vulva. Now Renee got it. "Wait, wait a minute," she said, trying to sit up and pull back.

But I was right there with a hand on her shoulder. "No, no waiting, kiddo. You didn't wait when you pierced Lilah, did you?"

Renee was shaking her head from side to side. "But I don't want..."

"It'll be fine. Marta's a professional, and look, you're always saying fair's fair, aren't you? Aren't you?"

Renee's eyes were shiny but I could see she was determined not to cry in front of all these people. I don't know how persuasive "fair's fair" would've been if she were sober but in her current state, she seemed unable to form a coherent objection. Plus I was betting her pride wouldn't let her back down in front of all these people and most importantly in front of Cindy. I was right. She bit her lip then nodded once, decisively. I gave her my hand to hold and she squeezed it hard.

Marta loaded the needle. She knelt and gave Bobby the needle then took her hand in his and placed on the dot, angling it just so. Then just for fun, I knelt on his other side. I took his other hand and placed his thumb on Renee's clit. It was hot and wet and poking out between her labia majora. "Just rub right there," I told him. "That's right, not too hard, just little circles."

Renee sighed with pleasure as Bobby began to stimulate her clit. Her body relaxed before beginning to twitch with a different kind of tension. "Oh, yeahhh," she breathed. "Right there." She began to pinch her nipples with her free hand as she moaned softly. "Oh, shit," she said. "Oh fuck, oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, yeah, ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOEEEE!" The molly had Renee on a hair-trigger and she climaxed quickly, and then her cry of pleasure became a soft shriek as Bobby McLaren pushed the needle straight through her vulva, poking holes through both smooth, sweaty labia majora. She was unable to hold back tears and a soft, high-pitched "Oh, it hurts!" But the pain warred with the pleasure of her orgasm and together the sensations overwhelmed the little girl. Her legs shook and as Marta threaded the shaft of a thick silver barbel through the holes, Renee squirted, clear liquid arcing out of her slit to make a wet spot on Bobby's shirt.

"All done," Marta said. Together we helped Renee prop herself back up on her elbows. She gazed down in stunned, druggy wonderment. The silver shaft went right across the apex of her slit horizontally with silver beads the size of BBs fastened on the outer curve of her vulva. With her clitoris erected like it was now, the hood rubbed right against the bar, increasing her stimulation. "Wow," Renee said, then again, "Wow." She looked up, apparently remembering that there was a boy with his cock in her. "Hi, Bobby," she lilted. "You can fuck my ass now." Bobby leaned forward, pressing himself deep into Renee's rectum. She lifted up her legs, hissing as the movement caused the skin to pull against her fresh piercing, and rested her calves on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her thighs for leverage and started pounding her ass fast and hard. His face was beet red and sweat was pouring off him. Renee for her part put her head back and let him plow her. She pinched her fat pink nipples and moaned softly, continuously, until Bobby froze, clenching his jaw and groaning in his high, unbroken voice. Renee just said "Yeahhhh," as she felt his cock pulsing inside her.

After a long moment, Bobby McLaren slumped back into the armchair. His cock, shiny with liquified lube and still hard, popped out of Renee's ass and slapped against his belly. Both children smiled shyly at the round of applause they had earned. Bobby got up and rejoined his uncle, hiding his face against the older man's side. I helped Renee to her feet and Cindy came out to join her. The two of them tried to examine each others' piercings simultaneously which didn't really work because Cindy had to bend down to see Renee's but she had to stand up so Renee could see hers.

The crowd was about to break up when I picked up the mic. "There's just one more thing," I said. "Cindy, since Renee got her piercing just for you, I want to make sure that you two stay together to enjoy it." Marta handed me a length of fine silver chain. I knelt and clipped one end to the barbel passing through Renee's slit, then threaded the other end of it through Cindy's nipple rings. The chain was just long enough that the two children could walk side-by-side if they were careful. They started down the breezeway, fighting the short chain and their intoxication, with Cindy exclaiming and Renee limping slightly and swearing quietly as the chain tugged on their fresh wounds. They disappeared into the first room with an open door and several men broke away from the crowd to follow them.

The sun was up now and the air was warming. The sounds of morning traffic drifted up the embankment from the highway bordering the lot. "OK, fellas, that's our auction. Don't forget to tip your whores, and remember to stay hydrated." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lilah darting around the corner and up the stairs. Karen had taken Mariela into her lap. She was tickling the little girl with one hand and masturbating with the other. From the open room down the breezeway I heard Renee's voice saying, "Oh fuck that feels good! Do it again!"