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Thursday, October 20, 2016

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story_codes: mmm+/f(13), mmm+/gg (10,6), b/g (6/6), virgins, rape, cons

story_intro: Allie is looking forward to her initiation into a coven of teens on the Saturday night before Halloween. The thirteen year-old is looking forward to losing her cherry at last but it annoyed when circumstances require her to drag her little sister along. But the initiation is a success and the party grows very wild. But there are other forces far more powerful than would-be witches and warlocks.



story_language: English





Innocence at Midnight

Written by madvlad


	Life in Ashtonville was about to get interesting. And it was about fucking time, in Allie's opinion.

	The thirteen year-old and her younger sister, Junie, had moved here in the Spring after their parents had died in an auto accident. Like any five year-old, Junie had been confused and distraught. Allie, on the other hand, had been quite composed; feeling only annoyance at the nuisance of having to move to New England and live with their mother's widowed Aunt Dorie. 

	Allie supposed she might be considered a sociopath by others. She certainly didn't think so but she had heard the quiet conversations between her parents at night when they thought she was asleep. At first, she had been offended but then became amused at the concerns of her parents and teachers. Masking her indifference with feigned solemnity at her parents' funeral, her only deep feeling had been rage when, of all the  family members she could have been sent to, she was sent to Aunt Dorie.

	Of course, everyone said that it was important to keep the sisters together. Allie had no idea why. Junie wasn't any fun and hadn't improved at all when she turned six late in the summer. 

	And Aunt Dorie's big hobby was about the history of Ashtonville. Originally named Ashton Forge by the Puritan pilgrims who settled here in the seventeenth century, it supposedly had a colorful history. Junie, of course, had been a willing companion at the Ashtonville Historical Society meetings which seemed mostly populated by old people (Dorie, in her early fifties, qualified as such in Allie's estimate) and younger losers who probably would never get a date (although there was one married couple there in their twenties). 

	Finally, Allie met some kids - older teenagers - who were into the occult. Allie didn't have any feelings either way when it came to summoning the forces of darkness, but the coven meetings then devolved in to drinking and sex after the formalities were done. Despite being younger than the others, Allie had earned their acceptance by acquiring a taste for alcohol (and purloined some of Aunt Dorie's hard cider from the apple shed for the group) and for cock.

	So far, Allie's sexual experience had been oral but had become quite skilled at sucking dicks as well as rug-munching with some of the older girls. She certainly liked the cock but pussy did nothing for her. But it didn't repel her to give and receive some girl-on-girl action since the boys liked to watch and a couple of the girls obviously had the hots for her. Allie saw it as gaining leverage within the group.

	Tonight, Allie's status was going to change as she would be the star of the ceremonies. Spread out on a flat stone they used for an altar, she would get her cherry popped by Chuck, the eighteen year-old coven leader, and then fucked by every other boy for good measure. 

	All this took place at Anonquin Lake, not far from Aunt Dorie's place if one walked through the woods. 

	This added to Allie's satisfaction because Dorie had often spoken about the lake and its sacredness among the Indian tribes back in the day. The lake always kept a balance, the woman said, never letting one force of nature become overbearing and maintaining peace among the native people. It had been a place of worship and mediation. Allie wondered if her dear aunt would keel over if she knew what kind of worship was happening now. 

	It was Saturday night and the night before Halloween. Sunday would be for Trick-or-Treating but one of the town's clubs was hosting a party for kids tonight. Dorie had insisted that Allie attend with Junie, which might have put a crimp in Allie's plans to bid adieu to her virginity had she not concocted a cover story.

	Telling her aunt that she had been invited for a sleepover, she said she would go home with a friend after the party if Dorie would retrieve Junie. But Dorie was hosting a Historical Society presentation on Ashtonville Halloween traditions and wouldn't be able to get Junie in time. 

	Junie might have gone to the party with her friend, Evan, a little boy who lived a few houses away, and gone home with him, but the boy and his parents were away and wouldn't be back until Sunday.

	So Allie told Dorie that Junie could come with her to the sleepover. When Dorie dropped the kids off at the party, they were both carrying small overnight bags. Junie was wearing a costume of Elsa, one of the princesses from the movie, "Frozen". Allie had decided to go as a witch, wearing the stereotypical black pointed hat and an old black raincoat that reached to her ankles.

	Once inside, Allie enjoyed the shocked stares (and a few lustful ones) as she removed the raincoat. Wearing no bra, she had on a black bustier that made her small tits bulge up and threaten to pop out altogether. Below her flat, bared midriff was a pair of skin-tight purple satin shorts that showed that she wore no panties beneath. Completing her ensemble where the black-and-purple striped stockings that reached to mid-thigh. One of the coven girls who had a crush on Allie had managed to obtain the outfit for her by means she didn't divulge.

	An hour into the party, Allie told Junie they had to go. When Junie asked about the friend, Allie explained it all.

	"I'm doing something very important and you are just going to be quiet and never tell anyone. Got it?"

	To her sister's satisfaction, Junie merely nodded. Clearly cowed by her big sister yet trying to curry approval, Junie had been very good about keeping her sister's activities a secret ever since she was old enough to know what was going on. To Allie, this was a convenience for her to get her way but still harbored no affection for her sibling.

	Still, Junie whimpered worriedly as they walked alone in the near dark as clouds slid over the moon now and then. Arriving at the lake, Junie's eyes widened when she saw the older kids waiting. Their manner told her that they were up to something and she was worried about that taking place here.

	"If you do something bad, the lake will do something," the little girl intoned. "It keeps the balance."

	"Shit!" one of the older girls laughed. "She's been listening to your fucking aunt too much."

	Junie cringed as the others mocked her and Aunt Dorie, whom she had grown to love very much since her mommy and daddy went to Heaven. Allie spun around and took Junie by both arms, squeezing hard.

	"Go sit over there under the tree and don't fucking move," she hissed. "And keep your goddamned mouth shut!"

	A brief spot of moonlight made the tear trailing down Junie's right cheek glisten as the little girl nodded and took her place. The night was chilly and Junie wished she wore a coat over her princess dress. Since she and her aunt thought that she'd be riding to someone's house in a car, she hadn't worn one.

	Watching from under the tree, she saw everyone else drinking before Allie took her coat off. The other kids liked her costume (Junie had thought it looked funny but wisely had kept her silence) and several of them touched her on her shorts and odd-looking shirt. 

	Then Junie realized that they were doing more than just touching. Two girls were taking Allie's clothes off. That made Junie shiver from the cold and she wondered how Allie could stand it. The girls really liked her big sister a lot because they each kissed her on the mouth for a minute or so. It appeared like they were trying to talk when kissing because their mouths moved when their lips were pressed together. Junie managed to stifle a giggle.

	Now it was getting serious. Candles were lit and placed all along while Allie was laid on top of a black blanket on this really big, flat rock. Four other girls each took one of Allie's wrists or ankles and held her so that her body made an X. Aunt Dorie said that the rock had been used by Indians long ago. 

	One of the big boys, Chuck, read words that Junie didn't understand from a book. The others repeated some of them and despite her lack of understanding, something in them made Junie shiver from more than just the cold. Looking up at the diffused white disc of the moon through the overcast sky, she saw that the clouds were different; coiling and rolling. 

	Chuck was rock-hard beneath his robe. Since he was the leader, he'd be the one to get Allie's cherry. Sure, she was only thirteen, but she had a great attitude about the things the coven liked and disliked. The dark blanket made a perfect backdrop against her white, taut figure. Even Allie's long blonde hair looked lighter like this while fanned out on the blanket. Her tits were still growing but what she had looked firm and luscious. The sparse collection of hair on her pussy was still downy and he appreciated the appeal of her youth. 

	Over the summer, he had gotten a twelve year old cousin of his drunk and had initiated her into sex. Her tits had been smaller than Allie's but her cunny was about the same. Having boasted about it to the others, he and three other guys - Devon, Lee, and Jake, had given a date-rape pill to Devon's ten year-old sister and had fucked her raw. After cleaning her up, the stupid little cunt didn't know anything had happened when she woke up the next day. All she had was a headache and an ache in a place she was too shy to mention to anyone.

	But now Allie was naked and eager for him - no tricks needed. He quickened the pace of his chants and finally set the book aside to open his robes before sliding them off. The others followed suit and, on the altar, Allie smiled in anticipation. 

	The girl's skin was cool from the air but her flesh was warm inside when her barely haired lips parted to let Chuck's head slid up to her portal. With the other girls pinning Allie's body down, Chuck lunged forward; his prick charging like a bull that demolished the thirteen year-old's hymen and made it halfway into her. 

	Allie jerked and bit her lip to keep from yelping. Her teeth nearly drew blood on her face but Chuck's cock was quite successful between her legs. He pulled out until just the head was inside her mound, allowing some of her blood to dribble out from her. Onlookers whooped and Chuck drilled back into the youngster in full, lustful fury. 

	Allie could not stop her next shout but it was lost as everyone was around her and cheering. The violent push into her body hurt but not like the one before that had taken her membrane. And this time, she really felt him in there - inside of her - and she welcomed her surrender. 

	Getting down to business, Chuck fucked the lithe young teen's barely nubile form with relish. Her fresh twat was juicy as it squeezed his driving member. With her cherry gone, he was taking her at will and turning her into a full-fledged willing slut like the other girls. He didn't try to hold back and instead worked his dick until he came inside of her.

	Stepping back, he waved his dick, dripping with pubescent blood, like a war trophy. Another boy jumped onto the altar, hammering his dick into Allie's sopping little fuck hole. It was rapid-fire as all eight male coven members had their way Allie until her interior was marked with the sperm of the coven. Now she was a full participant in everything they did.

	From there, it degenerated into a free-for-all and couples and trios went at each other. Bottles were passed and emptied down dry gullets or onto writhing bodies. 

	Beneath her tree, Junie pulled her legs up and hugged them to make herself into a ball. She had seen the boys putting their pee-pees into the girls' kitties. While everyone was laughing, there was an ugliness to it all - not the way she knew.

	Evan might have been a boy, but they were still best friends. Sure, she liked princesses and he liked super-heroes but they still found plenty of common ground (or sometimes he was a hero while she was a princess on some shared adventure). While they knew that boys and girls were different, one such discussion had brought out the fact that there were boy parts and girl parts.

	Before long, Evan's Batman briefs and Junie's Little Mermaid panties were each off as they stared at each other's private parts. This led to mutual touching which the first graders both liked.

	To Junie's initial dismay, something happened to Evan's hairless little cock as she kept handling it. It stiffened and grew and she was afraid she had hurt him.

	"No," he insisted. "It does that sometimes. But it doesn't hurt. And I like it when you touch it like that. I can feel it more...uh....more."

	And so Junie rubbed the miniature boner with ease and found that Evan's touches made her get pleasantly itchy inside. She was getting warm there and felt something else.

	"Did you pee?" Evan asked, his eyes wide with shock.

	Junie was equally surprised to see that his finger tip was damp. He had slid it into the bald crack of her cunny and the moving contact inside had made her wriggle a little. 

	"I don't think so," she replied, worried that she might have peed like a baby. 

	Investigating with her own finger, she drew the wet tip to her nose and sniffed cautiously.

	"It's not pee. But I don't know what it is."

	Evan carefully smelled his finger and agreed. Then his face brightened.

	"When I pet Sammy a lot, his nose gets wet. Maybe that's what your kitty did when I was petting it."

	Sammy was Evan's dog and Junie knew how his nose got when he was happy. Relieved, she took hold of Evan's strangely enticing hard-on. And her friend was equally happy to return his fingers to the bald bulge of her pussy. They enjoyed their small pleasures and discoveries for a while longer until Aunt Dorie called to them with a snack. But from then on, they often spent a few minutes of fondling when they were alone before playing at other things. 

	Junie squeezed her eyes shut but could still hear the sounds of slurred curses and laughing and the slap of flesh against flesh. But when she heard a scream, she opened her eyes and saw a boy dragging another girl in.

	This girl was a new one and she was in costume - a Pilgrim girl. She was younger than Allie and did not look happy to be here. But Chuck and the others were intrigued.

	"Who's this?" he demanded as the girl cowered at the sight of his nakedness.

	"My name is Ch-Chastity Goodwin," the girl managed to say. "Please, I got lost when the sky changed and am trying to get home."

	"You were lost but now are found," Chuck replied, purposefully mangling "Amazing Grace". "How old are you?"

	Chastity looked at the coven members as if viewing a window into hell. She shook her head and tried to step back but was held by the boy behind her.

	"Please, good sir! I am only of ten years!"

	"I like how she talks," one girl giggled. "Like, totally in character."

	"I'm more interested in how she fucks," Chuck retorted. "Get her started."

	Chastity sobbed as she was grabbed and roughly handled. Despite her struggles and entreaties, she was soon nude and subjected to hands that molested her undeveloped chest, soft buttocks, and smooth vulva. When she was thrown on her back, one older girl held her shoulders down while Jake knelt between her legs.

	"Let her go! You're being mean!"

	For a moment, everyone stopped and stared at the slight figure in the light blue princess gown. Junie's nerve evaporated under the hot gaze of the others and someone pushed her to the ground. 

	"Leave her there," Jake ordered. "Let her see what fucking is all about."

	Chastity looked at the other girl - so much littler than she was - and held out a beseeching hand. Junie could do nothing but hold Chastity's hand and cried along with the other girl.

	Spitting on his glans, Jake pushed it into the ten year-old's soft mound. With a hard slam of his hips, he tore through the preteen's virginity.

	Junie's eyes widened as Chastity's torso arched backward. The ten year-old's eyes rolled and she made a choking, animal-like sound as she was brutally entered in a way she had never considered. Her back fell limply to the ground again and Jake began rutting between her outstretched  legs, wetly pounding the violated, prepubescent tunnel before he assaulted her again with gobs of virile teen sperm. In the flickering light of the surrounding candles and lanterns, Junie could see the sticky splatters of blood all over Chastity's smooth mons and inner thighs that looked nearly black from the illumination.

	When another boy, prepared to take Jake's place, Junie was compelled to try again.

	"No! Please stop!"

	Lee circled an arm around Junie and pulled her away.

	"Hey, maybe she's just pissed 'cause she's not getting any," someone called out, earning laughs.

	"Go on, Lee," a girl cried. "Fuck the princess."

	Junie tried to fight, but her costume was easily removed. Left in only her shoes and socks and panties, she cried and squirmed but could not stop Lee from pulling her panties off. 

	At first, Lee had figured on only scaring and embarrassing the kid. But he thought back to how Devon had porked his little sister's untried snatch and then how Chuck had been the first to nail Allie. Jake had busted Chastity's pussy, so why couldn't Lee get a virgin? He remembered Devon's sister and how small her preteen twat had been. Eyeing the hairless swell of Junie's tiny cunt, Lee felt his erection become painfully hard. It was on fire and he knew just where to quench it.

	"Allie!" Junie screamed as she was put on the ground. "Help!"

	On her hands and knees while one boy was fucking her from behind and a girl had her head below her to suck a ripe little tit, Allie saw her sister's predicament. Her stuffed cunt twitched and her lubricating flow suddenly increased. With a savage grin, she urged her two partners on while she watched the defilement about to happen. 

	Lee had used spit to lube his dick head, but the desperately squirming Junie managed to prevent him from gaining entrance into her immature sex. In a lust-fueled rage, he gripped the base of her throat, squeezing until her she grew still and stared at him.

	"I'm going to fuck you if you're alive or dead, got it bitch?" he snarled.

	It was hard for Junie to nod with his hand where it was but she managed to do so. Lee held here there for a moment longer, sensing the delicate structure of her collar bones beneath his hand. As he locked his eyes on her, he entertained the notion of breaking her bones before suffocating her. It would be so easy and so satisfying...

	He was surprised by his attraction to this idea and felt his arousal increase. In later times, he would look back on this as the moment his life changed although no one had noticed this at the time. What they did notice, of course, was what he did next.

	Answering a different need, he ripped his thick member into the child's defenseless cunny, obliterating her maidenhead in a bloody charge of hard meat. Screaming, Junie clawed at the dirt around her, unable to stop the cruel plunder of her virgin treasure. The full, penetration took several thrusts, stretching her tender twat flesh and making rivulets of crimson stain the pale, bulging labia that were forcefully open around his cock.

	Reaching the six year-old's cervix, Lee tried to batter his way through it and ruin her womb but physiology overruled fantasy. Still he drew admiration from the coven.

	"Go, dude!" Devon called. "Make your dick come out of her mouth."

	"I'd love to French that!" a sixteen year-old with a thrusting dick in her ass added.

	Junie's struggles had slackened as she weakly slid her hands on the ground but her keening wails still carried. At a lower pitch, her tiny pussy gurgled obscenely as fluids were forced out all over its hairless surface as Lee raped her with abandon. Despite the coolness of the night, his face was red and sweaty as he drove his member into the slick, clenching baby snatch of the crying first grader.

	"Here it comes, bitch!" he announced before pounding her miniscule organs with his jism.

	"Mmmm...kiddy cherry juice," a girl murmured as she sealed her mouth around the wounded twat that Lee had just abandoned. 

	Junie whimpered as her dainty pussy was sucked in a forced lesbian encounter. But a minute later, the dynamic changed as the tongue was gone and another hard prick forced its way into her throbbing little tunnel.

	Chastity had been keeping her eyes closed as her abuse continued. She could feel everything thing happening inside her wounded sex but did not need to see the leering faces. At present, she was on her back with her ass pulled up onto the highs of a kneeling boy. He tugged at her hips to feed his prick into her bald cunny. 

	Something wet and hot landed on her face as theboy humped between her legs. After a few more drops, she opened her eyes and wished she hadn't.

	Chuck was lying on the ground while Allie rode his member cowgirl style. He pawed and pinched at her growing young titties while her saturated cunt lewdly bathed his meat. 

	"It sounds like they finally shut your little sister up," he noted as the easily identifiable, childish screams had ceased. 

	"About time," Allie mumbled before she caught sight of something. 

	Slamming her hips down extra hard to brutally skewer her snatch, she laughed as she pointed. Chuck craned his neck to look and understood why.

	Jake and another boy were spit-roasting the exhausted six year-old. While his buddy had his dick buried in the child's throat, Jake was hammering away at her taut, rape-slimed twatlet. With every push inside the undersized hole, he pushed out more goo which landed on the face of the ten year-old on the ground beneath Junie's crotch.

	"Hey, Chuck," Devon said to him some time later. "Look."

	Chuck followed Devon's finger and gaped at the night sky. The moon seemed weirdly bright despite the layer of clouds covering it. And the clouds - they twisted and rolled like a serpentine puzzle. For the first time, he had real regrets about the coven thing. It was meant to have a good time but now he had the itchy feeling that he may have unleashed something like the fucking idiot teenagers always did in the movies.

	And they always ended up dead in all kinds of macabre ways.

	Not wanting to appear frightened, he called out to his group.

	"Hey, there's a wicked storm coming. Let's beat it and we'll meet again tomorrow at the old barn in Downer's Meadow. 

	As the coven members scrambled for their clothing, Chastity saw the clouds and remembered how her strange and horrible night had begun with a sky like that. She found her clothing in a pile where they had been discarded and knew she needed to get away from this lake, the ones the native heathens called Ah-Non-Ka-Win.

	But then she saw that little girl - the brave one who tried to help her but could not even save herself in the end. Fortunately, the girl's clothes - including that ornate dress that would have gotten Chastity whipped if she ever dared to wear such a thing - had also been dumped close together and she scooped them up as she dragged the girl to her feet.

	"Thou must hurry," she insisted.

	Junie found her strength and they quickly hobbled into the safety of the woods where the evergreens blocked the moon. After Junie was dressed again, Chastity took her by the shoulder.

	"I beg of thee," she whispered. "Do not speak of these terrible things for we could be made ashamed."

	Junie nodded but as they walked aimlessly in the inky night, she took comfort in the happier things she had done with Evan and assured herself that he would never hurt her like the others had done.

	"Alllieee! Juuunieeee!"

	A woman's voice called out in the darkness and the two girls stopped.

	"Aunt Dorie!" Junie cried out.

	"Stay where you are. Just keep calling my name so I can find you."

	Soon, a beam of white light appeared, bouncing with the steps of the approaching person. The now-calm clouds had parted again, showing a normal moon and sky which helped Chastity see her surroundings better. The woman was dressed most unusually - in blue trousers like a man would wear and heavy boots. Her shirt had a red and black checked pattern the likes of which she had never encountered. The bulky jacket she wore open had odd metal tabs running along the edges of the opening where buttons should be.

	"My little June Bug," the woman said as she hugged Junie.

	After a moment, Dorie let the girl go and looked about.

	"Where's Allie?"

	"I don't know. This is Chastity."

	Dorie looked at the girl and, despite her worry, marveled at the quality of her costume.

	"We'd better go back to the house and call your folks," she said to Chastity. "They must be worried sick."

	"My mother and father are with the Lord," Chastity informed her. "But I must return as I am sure I will already get a thrashing from Uncle William and..."

	Chasity cocked her head as she stared at Dorie's flashlight. It was yet another piece of strangeness this night.

	"What is the manner of the flame in thy lantern?"

	"Huh? It's just an LED bulb."

	Dorie wondered what this kid was playing at. Still missing a niece, the woman didn't want to be delayed more than she had to. (And once Allie was safe at home, she'd get a grounding for the ages - especially after dragging her little sister off to who-knows-what.)

	"And what was your name again?" Dorie asked. 

	"Chastity Goodwin, good lady. I am from Ashton Forge and I know not how I arrived in this place"

	Dorie was about to speak and couldn't. Looking at the sky, she saw everything was in its usual place. It had been more active earlier as it often was this time of year. And now this girl...Chastity Goodwin; not from Ashtonville, but Ashton Forge.

	Dorie knew the history of course - more so than most others aside from the extremely select inner circle of the Historical Society. According to the journals of the day, a little girl named Chastity Goodwin had disappeared near Lake Anonquin in 1688. Most people familiar with the tale, a matter of public record, assumed she had drowned in the lake or had been killed by the wolves that still prowled about in that era.

	But according to some of the writings of the Puritan leaders, young Chastity had been abducted and befouled by a coven of witches who then presumably devoured her body in some ritual. The descriptions of what they had encountered were so outlandish that Dorie and her tight-knit group could never be sure. But they suspected that the incident may have helped to stoke the hysteria that arose in Salem just four years later.

	But now...Chastity here...the lake. The lake - and the balance that must be kept.

	Dorie knew there was no sense in searching anymore. She knew that Allie had been very bad news that lurked beneath the faade of a troublesome teenager. Still, she was family and Dorie had been the only one who didn't want to give up on her. But now that matter was out of her hands and she would mourn later.

	With one arm, she hugged Chastity to her side and kissed the top of her head. Unaccustomed to this affection but warmed by it, the girl leaned against her for a moment. 

	"You don't have to worry about your uncle," Dorie said as she led the girls back to her house. "It's going to take some getting used to, but I think you'll like where you've ended up."

	Dorie thought of the others who knew of the deep secrets harbored in this area. David Grimsby, the local justice of the peace, was one of them. Well, there wasn't any piece of paperwork he couldn't create if needed. Snorting in amusement, Dorie imagined his expression when she made this doozy of a request.

	"Well fuck them all," Allie grumbled as she found herself alone. 

	The others had taken the lanterns and the candles had guttered out. Still, the moon was out and the storm never happened. Allie couldn't find her black coat but checked the rest of her costume and liked the results. She had been gang-banged and still looked hot to trot. 

	Finding a dirt path that led away from the lake toward what she was pretty sure was town, she made her way in the moonlight. Her cunny was throbbing after its group workout, but the pain made her proud. Aunt Dorie was going to be pissed off but Allie was already working on plan to get out of trouble. That old cow was no match for her.

	Ahead, Allie saw some bobbing yellow lights. The other kids had come in cars but maybe they were just hanging out since that storm never came. But as she got nearer, she saw how they - all men - were dressed. What the hell? Halloween wasn't done yet and they had some Thanksgiving reenactment dweebs already on the prowl. 

	Allie stopped and stood with her feet planted apart and her hands on her hips. She pushed out her chest a little to make her tits appear bigger. The men came to a slow stop, gaping at her. Shit - none of them probably even knew what to do with a girl. 

	"What manner of dress dost thou wear?" one of them asked her.

	"What does it fucking look like?' Allie retorted.

	"A witch, a succubus," came a man's voice from the back.

	"Damned right I'm a witch," Allie snorted. "And I'll suck you on a bus if you can get it up."

	Several men gasped and murmured among themselves. But one with a full gray beard approached her with his lantern held high. With a gesture, he ordered two others forward. After hesitating for a moment, circled around and seized Allie by the arms.

	"Hey, down boys!" she yelled. "Don't think you can get pervy with me. Hey, ZZ Top guy, call them off."

	But the gray-haired man just contemplated her without a word.

	The Reverend Matthew Forsythe, ordained in 1663, had never seen a witch so brazen in his twenty-five years of church work. Turning to the others, he told them what needed to be done.

	"We have lost an innocent child, Chastity Goodwin, to the altar of the Devil tonight. But we shall repay this foulness with God's work right here. There's no need to despoil Ashton Forge by bringing this creature to the village."

	"I shall fetch a rope," one of the men volunteered. "One fit for a noose."

	"Aye," Forsythe acknowledged before pointing to the struggling Allie. "But we will only need it to bind her. The rest of you, fetch some wood."

	While Evan's mother was getting the candy ready for Trick-or-Treaters, his father was busy getting the fog blowers set up outside among the decorative ghosts and ghouls already in place. Not for the first time, the woman wondered with amusement as to who enjoyed the holiday more - her son or her husband. Evan's little friend, Junie, was upstairs in her son's room as they waited for the time when they could go hunting for candy.

	"So it goes in there?" Evan asked as he held his little erection as he eyed the damp slit in Junie's puffy mons. "Won't it hurt?"

	"I don't think so because you're a nice boy," Junie nervously replied.

	Although they were in their costumes, Evan's green pants were down and Junie's blue dress was hiked up as she lay on his bed. He carefully got between her legs and pressed his penis into the girl's hairless quim. While he tried to be careful, the welcome grasp of her hot, sultry channel made him go in faster than he intended.

	"Oh!" he gasped. "That's so good! Are you okay?"

	Junie hesitated. She felt his bit of hardness plugging her tiny pussy. Reacting instinctively with her cunny muscles she squeezed him and felt her juices gurgle. Yes, he wasn't like those bad boys. And he was a perfect fit.

	Nodding, she told him what to do next. It seemed natural and Evan's little buns rose and fell and he plumbed the private heaven of Junie's luscious cuntlet. Junie bumped her hips up in small movements to meet him and the six year-olds found mutual pleasures within their joined bodies.

	Anyone walking in on them would have seen a pint-sized Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle enthusiastically copulating with a happy little Disney princess. They kept at their joyful discovery until they simultaneously received nice surprises between their legs.

	"What was that?" Evan whispered as his first-ever orgasm had subsided.

	"I don't know, but it was fun," Junie replied, in awe of the cunny-quake she had experienced. Evan hadn't squirted when he finished but she could tell that he had felt whatever boys were supposed to do.

	"Leonardo! Elsa!" Evan's mother called. "It's seven o'clock - time for Trick or Treat if you want to get some candy."

	The children hurriedly put their clothes in order and were out Evan's bedroom door in less than a minute. As they hurried together toward the first house with their candy bags ready, Evan's father amiably kept pace behind them.

	"I really liked that," Evan whispered. "Can we do it again some time?"

	"Oh yes," Junie replied, nodding sincerely. "I want to do it lots of times."

	As they made their rounds and collected their loot, Junie thought about her new sister, Chastity. Aunt Dorie said she shouldn't tell anyone about her yet until the older girl was more used to this time. Junie didn't understand why but knew how to keep a secret. 

	Today, she had helped Chastity learn about some of the important things about this era; namely, why the best cartoons and movies had princesses in them. Chastity had been a little nervous about the TV at first, but before long they were having great fun together as they enjoyed the antics of Sofia the First. 

	Junie didn't know why Allie had gone away, but thought Chastity was already a great improvement. She hoped her new sister would find a boy who was nice so he could put his pee-pee in her kitty to make her feel good and chase all the bad things away.




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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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