It was a beautiful June day, and the mid-morning sun shined brightly over The Community. Oliver Singh stirred in his bed, the rays peeking in through the blinds waking him from his slumber. It was the first time the boy ever slept in this late since he arrived at The Community a few months ago.

Oliver became an orphan after a tragedy that left him emotionally and physically scarred. He didn't know the words to describe the emotions he felt after losing his parents, but there was one thing he felt above all else: loneliness. Between child services, his teachers, even his counselor, Oliver never felt like any of the adults in his life had his best interests at heart. When he spoke, it'd be like his words fell on deaf ears. At times, he even felt like he was being used by those adults in order to gain something out of him for their own gratification.

Then Oliver met a man who was unlike any other he'd ever seen. That man was a pastor, a man of God. His name was Father Nicolas Anderson. He seemed to know exactly what Ollie was going through, and exactly what to say to him. The nice pastor told Ollie that he'd take him to a place where he would be adopted. A place where all adults, without exception, loved children and treated them with the affection and attention they deserved. Oliver didn't hesitate one moment.

Oliver was adopted by a family in The Community that had immigrated in from the Indian Subcontinent. Oliver took the surname Singh, in what was a beautiful ceremony in which several men of The Community quite literally showered him in their love. From that day onwards, Oliver would swallow several helpings of milk from both his adoptive mother and father. Priya and Sanjay Singh had enough to feed both Oliver and their older biological daughter, Lakshmi.

Ollie felt right at home with his foster family, though he wished he could say the same when it came to the rest of The Community's... activities. Having grown up in the outside world, he was initially averse to the idea of getting penetrated by an adult. He had no problem sucking men off; after all, nothing tests better than hot, think, creamy semen. But the idea of getting boared by a huge adult prick, being pummelled as hard as he's seen some of the other kids in The Community taking it... it made Oliver shudder. 

His new father Sanjay made it a point to make love to Oliver's anus within a few days of adopting him. It was an affectionate, tantric union that Oliver will never forget. Though ideally a child's virginity should be taken by his or her biological father, Sanjay made Oliver feel like he was one of his own. Both Priya and Lakshmi were present of course, giving the boy moral support. Oliver felt incredibly loved. He loved having his father inside of him, whether it was in his mouth, or in his bowels.

He was not, however, in any rush to make his anus available to all men The Community as a whole, as most other children were expected to do. This was for several reasons. First and foremost, the thing that Oliver loved most about his activities with his family was their emotional connection. He didn't know how he could allow himself to be penetrated by a man he barely knew. Furthermore (this being the more immediate concern), some of the monster cocks in The Community downright frightened Oliver. Some of them were twice the size of Sanjay. 

Lastly, Oliver's problem was that he was a bit of a nerd. He is incredibly scrawny, short, pale, and has a mullet of frilly, girly hair. The incessant teasing he'd received when first attending school in the outside world left him shy and insecure about his appearence. Though incestuous sex was viewed as most important in The Community, many activities took place in public, in broad daylight. Oliver just couldn't imagine himself stark naked, getting gutted by a hard adult cock, making a pitiful face, in front all his family and friends. No matter how loudly he could get pounded, it wouldn't drown out the echoes of the bullying he'd gone through, which rings in his ears to this day.

Last week, Oliver turned 6. 6th birthdays are very special in The Community. It is when a child would 'come of age', when they could be penetrated by adults other than their family members. It is normally a day of great celebration filled with various different 'activities' with the child. But this wasn't the case for Oliver. On the morning of his 6th birthday, he was in tears. It was the first birthday without his real parents. He couldn't bring himself to the things a 6-year-old in The Community is supposed to do. The party was cancelled, and foster family spent the day with him, making him feel loved. Sanjay came 4 times for Ollie that day, 3 times in his mouth and 1 in his butt. It was a record.

Every morning, Sanjay would come into Oliver's room and nudge his erection in the boy's face in order to wake him up for school. Coaxing out Daddy's load was always the first order of business on any day, even weekends. Priya always says that children should be drinking sperm as often as they can in order to get the nutrients they need to grow big and strong.

Which makes it all the more strange that Oliver was allowed to sleep in this morning. Sitting upright in his bed, he noticed the time was past 11 a.m., and his initial thought was that he was late for school. Then only did Oliver remember that today was a holiday in The Community: Children's Day. He'd even heard of it in his previous life, but it was never really celebrated in the outside world. Sanjay must've been busy getting ready for today's festivities, although Oliver didn't exactly know what that entailed.

Oliver sat upright, and turned to get out of bed. As the balls of his feet touched the floor and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about a dream he had last night, one from which he did not wish to wake. He dreamt he was getting penetrated, but not by his father, and not by just any other man in The Community. It was by none other than Father Anderson, the tall, intellectual, absolute hunk of a man that Oliver didn't even realize he had feelings for until now.

To this day, Oliver hasn't been penetrated by any man other than his father. But that was going to change, today. Oliver resolved to tell his mother that he was ready to take that leap, and he knew just he would do it with. After all, when Priya had been telling Oliver repeatedly this past week that he needed to start spreading his ass for the men in The Community, it was none other than Father Anderson who advised her to allow the boy to take his time opening up. He was the man who saved Oliver by bringing him to The Community in the first place. It made the most sense for him to be the one to take Oliver again, now.

Oliver got down from the bed, and walked with purpose into the hallway. He passed by the room of his older sister, Lakshmi, and found the door to be wide open. Stopping to look inside, he saw the all-too-familiar sight of father and daughter laying together in bed. Oliver must've caught them post-coitus; a fresh, thick wad of sperm was was running along the back of Lakshmi's thigh, originating from her 9-year-old pussy. The pair were cuddling, their foreheads touching one another as they cooed between kisses.

"Mmm... Oh, Aboo, you came sooo much for me."

"Oh, and there's plenty more where that came from, beti." Sanjay smirked as he kissed his daughter.

Note: 'Beti' is the hindi word for 'daugter'. 'Beta' is the word for son.

"Are you sure Aboo? If you wear yourself out, you won't be able to fully enjoy Children's Day today..."

"Don't you worry about me, Lakshmi. I've enjoyed plenty of Children's Days in my time. Today, is about you, and about us. I want you to be able to go out there and enjoy yourself, too. But I also want to be sure," Sanjay said, as he brought his hand up and placed it on his daughter's belly, "to be *absolutely* sure, that your first child, is mine. We never know, Lakshmi. Today, may be the day. And if it is, I want to give myself the best chances."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you Aboo!! I love you so much!"

Sanjay grabbed his daughter by the back of the head and nearly headbutted her in order to give her a deep, passionate kiss. He brought his body forward until he was laying on top of her, her slender figure disappearing as it was sandwiched between the bed and this grown, hairy man. Still locked in the kiss, one of his arms delved down to his pelvis and guided his still-flaccid, recently-spent member into the place where it belonged: his own daughter's dripping well-used pre-teen pussy. When it found its mark, Sanjay began to raise his waist upwards before coming crashing down into Lakshmi. 

Though he was standing right in their doorway, the pair didn't seem to notice Oliver. They seldom recognized anything from the world around them as they were mating. Oliver's mother explained to him that, now that Lakshmi was getting older, one of these days she would be able to 'conceive', or to get pregnant with a baby, given a man shot his cummies inside her passage at the right time. Only, no one could know when that time comes, so Sanjay was determined to creampie her at every chance he gets. This left Sanjay less time to spend with Oliver, but the boy wasn't jealous. Lakshmi was the best big sister anyone could ask for.

Still, Oliver wasn't completely sure he understood what his dad meant by wanting to 'give himself the best chances'. He knew that, since Lakshmi was a grown little girl, she sometimes took men inside her kitty hole besides Sanjay, and that any of those men have a chance of impregnating her too. But what does this have to do Children's Day? And what big activity was planned for today that Sanjay doesn't want to wear out before? These were all questions Oliver would have to ask his mother Priya. But not before telling her first about how he's ready to become a big boy today. She's sure to be proud of him, and Oliver just knows that she'll say he couldn't have picked a better man than Father Anderson to be his first.

Leaving daddy and daughter to procreate in peace, Oliver continued down the hallway to his parents' bedroom. In it, he found his mother, leaning in to the dresser mirror as she applied makeup to her face. She was dressed in tight, form-fitting leggings and a thin tank top, the straps of which were mere strings on her shoulders. 

Priya's perfectly sculptured ass practically beckoned to Oliver, and he was drawn into it like a magnet, having forgotten even what he came in here to say to her. He walked forward with his arms stretched out in front of him like a zombie. All he wanted to do in that moment was grab hold of his mothers ass firmly with both hands, before yanking those leggings down and thrusting inside her here and now. Luckily, Priya must've been so focused on the makeup that she didn't notice him in the reflection. He got so close until his fingertips were almost on the fabric of her leggings-

"Oliver, what did I tell you about taking off a grown-up's pants?" Priya asked, her face still in the mirror. She must've detected his presence with that 6th sense that all mothers have.

"Um..." Oliver blushed. "That... that I should always ask first."

"And were you going to ask your mother before putting your hands on her?" Priya continued to speak to her son without turning to him.

"... no, Ammoo. I wasn't. I'm sorry."

Priya turned to face her son, and her heavily pregnant belly nearly bumped into his face. Her stomach was protruding to such a point that the tank top barely reached down past her belly button, and the bottom of her abdomen was showing. Oliver learned that the Singh family had wanted a son for the longest time, until they finally adopted him. But almost immediately afterwards, Priya became pregnant with a boy. Sanjay calls this 'ironic', but Oliver wasn't sure what the word meant.

Priya looked down at her son, noticing his messed up hair and him still being in pajamas, and exclaimed, "Oliver! You're not even dressed yet! Did you only just now get out of the bed? We are going to be late for Children's Day at the park!"

The park. Just hearing those two words made Oliver wince a bit.

In The Community, sex with children can happen anywhere, but the park in particular was a place especially for people who loved to watch and to be watched. Oliver was neither. Though his family would visit the park frequently (since it was so close to their home) Oliver never felt comfortable there. The way the adults rutted the children in all sorts of comprimising positions, in a wide open space where they could be seen from all angles by passers by. Knowing that he himself would one day be one of those children was a thought Oliver chose not to think about too much. There were even adults who would come up to the Singh family and ask to have a go at Oliver, but his parents would politely reply that he wasn't old enough yet.

Though that wasn't the case anymore, Oliver wasn't too worried. He knew the adults would always ask either him or his parents first. And besides, Oliver had already decided to himself who his first partner outside the family would be. And it wasn't some going to be some rando from the park.

"Oh, sorry Ammoo. I completely forgot we were going to have a picnic for Children's Day today... But, Ammoo, I actually really wanted to tell you something-"

"That's good beta but it can wait. Did your father feed you your load this morning?"

"Well, no, Ammoo, but-"

"What! What is that man doing all morning??"

"Uhm, I think Aboo has been with Lakshmi mostly this morning, Ammoo. But, it's OK really. Y'know, I had this dream last and-"

"Achaa!! What am I going to do with that man? Here, beta. Your stomach has been empty for too many hours. Get up here." she picked up her scrawny boy effortlessly until he was seated on the dresser, facing his mother. Seeing her up close now, with her makeup on and her hair all done, Oliver desired her even more. He was a bit surprised too; she never prepared herself this much on any other day they go to the park. Children's Day must be something special. 

Priya yanked down one side of her tank top to reveal her plump natural breast, and that deep brown tit that Oliver couldn't get enough of. She leaned in forward a bit, and Oliver needed to spread his legs on the dresser to accomodate his little brother in her belly. Priya's elbow hooked around the back of her son's head and she pulled him into her. She held him there as he nursed, and she applied the finishing touches to her face. 

"Sanjay!!" he heard his mother cry out from above him. "Will you get in here?"

For a full few minutes, Oliver could mainly only hear the sound of his own suckling, but the creaking of the bed from Lakshmi's room gradually got louder, until it ended abruptly. A few moments after this, Oliver could hear his father entering the room. "Ah, you called, jhaanu? How is my son?"

Oliver wanted to unlatch to reply to his dad, but his mom's arm kept him lodged into her. "Your son is just fine," Oliver heard Priya reply, "I felt him kicking me this morning. But I called you here for Oliver," she said as she finally let go of him and pulled back. Priya stepped to the side and Oliver saw his father in front of him, completely naked, his cock only semi-erect with a wad of cum dangling from it. "Sanjay, did you feed Oliver his load this morning?"

"Ah!" Sanjay's hand shot up to his cheek, and he turned to Oliver. "I'm sorry beta, your sister has been draining me this morning."

"Sanjay, did you intend to go to the Children's Day today without having fed Oliver??" Priya asked her husband pointedly as she picked up Oliver in her arms and carried him.

"N-no jhannu of course not!" Sanjay responded defensively.

"Good, get yourself hard then, while I prep Oliver." Priya carried Oliver to the attached bathroom. She put him down, started the bath water running, then yanked off his PJs. 

"M-mama-" Oliver tried to get a word in as his mother moved his limbs about, "I really want to tell you something..."

"You can tell me at the park, OK, beta?" she quieted. "We were supposed to be at the park an hour ago. We don't want to be late for Children's Day."

"Uhm, OK Ammoo..." Oliver conceded as he was lowered into the bathtub. He supposed it could wait until they were at the park, although usually it was hard to hear one another over the sounds of sex you were constantly surrounded by. And Oliver still didn't know what exactly it is they were late for. His mother had probably explained it to him at some point, but he was too embarrased to ask and admit that he'd forgotten or wasn't paying attention.

Priya gave her son a bath and a *particularly* deep cleaning. After prepping his anus, she even applied some lube within, which was normally something that they did right before Sanjay took him. But Oliver thought they were in a rush to get to the park? Still, he didn't ask questions.

"Sanjay!!" Priya called out again, the bathroom walls making her voice echo. Her husband entered, rubbing his cock,  desperately trying to get erect again. "Will you feed Oliver please?" she asked him as she rose, and walked past him exiting the bathroom.

Sanjay approached his son, who was on his knees on the hard cold bathroom floor. He presented Oliver with his erection, which the boy took into his mouth unceremoniously. Between his lips, Oliver could tell that the cock was still not at its full hardness. 

Sanjay ruffled his sons hair as he nursed him. "You are going to have a lot of fun today, beta. I'm sure of it." he said with a smile. Oliver found the use of the word 'you' as opposed to 'we' to be a little unsettling. But he didn't want to ask questions. He focused on doing his duty as a son: to work as hard as you can to help your father produce the sperm with which he will feed you.

Oliver rocked his head back and forth, and at his deepest point was even almost able to completely take the member in his mouth. Priya had praised the boy's oral skills just the other day, saying that he'd be the top of his fellatio class once he attends first grade next year. He had visited that classroom one day with the rest of his class, and the way those first graders devoured those humungous toys made Oliver scared to graduate kindergarten. Though the teacher for that class, Mrs. Brown, was an absolute goddess, and the opportunity to be her student for a year would make it all worth it.

Despite Oliver giving this blowjob his all, his father's bottle was not getting any firmer. Sanjay didn't moan and gasp like he usually did when feeding, but rather the man was shifting on his feet, restless. Eventually, Oliver heard his big sister's voice from just beyond the bathroom doorway.

"Aba! I'm going now OK? Mamaa already left."

"Oh! Ahmm-" Sanjay grasped Oliver's long hair and pulled him off his erection, pointing the boy's head up at him as he spoke. "Oliver, beta, is it OK if we skip your feeding this morning?"

Oliver blinked for a bit, a lace of spit still connecting him to the tip of his dad's cock. He wasn't disappointed, just thoroughly confused. "S-sure abba-jhaan, maybe we can even-"

"Great! I'll see you at the park. And remember, don't tell your mother!" Sanjay said. He turned and ran so hurriedly that he almost forgot to let go of Ollie's hair, first, nearly dragging the boy with him. "Wait, Lakshmi! Don't leave without me!" he yelled as he ran after her. Oliver heard his father running out of the house, without even so much as grabbing some clothes to put on first.

As the front door slammed shut, the house fell suddenly silent, and Oliver found himself alone, still dripping wet on the bathroom floor, now realizing he didn't even know where in the park he was meant to meet up with his family. He thought he better hurry after them. Oliver went to his room and threw on a comfortable pair of shorts, a bright orange T-shirt, and strapped on his sandals before stepping out into the bright June sun.

The park was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from the Singh residence. The road along the way was emptier than normal; perhaps most families were already at the park for the Children's Day festivities, whatever those were. 

At the outskirts of the park, there was a small area where two opposing soccer goal nets had been set up, and a group of boys a bit older than Oliver were playing. Though he knew he should catch up with his family soon, he couldn't resist the urge to ask them to join in their game for a bit, and the boys agreed, since one team was short a person. Oliver took off his sandals, as it was easier to play soccer barefoot than in open-toes, and place them at the edge of the field.

Oliver had been particularly skilled at soccer even before he came to The Community. His small build and scrawny legs made these other boys underestimate him. Once he got possession of the ball, he tore through any defender that stood in his way. He took the ball all the way down the field single-handedly, until only the goalie stood in his way. The other defenders way behind him, he ran all the way until he was right in front of the goal, and paused for just a moment to take his shot... but then something happened that made Oliver stop dead in his tracks.

Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver saw a man come running apparently out of nowhere. The man ran directly up to the young boy playing goalie, and now that he was fully in view, Oliver noticed the man was completely naked. He placed himself directly behind the goalie, ducking under the top bar of the goal. He reached to the boy's side, and all of a sudden, completely without warning, yanked the boy's pants down. He then gripped the adolescant's hips and started gyrating into him madly. The boy had had his arms and legs spread wide in the keeper position, but now his hands fell to the ground while his legs were still standing. His loose T-shirt hung down and made waves as the boy was rammed into from behind.

Oliver was in a state of shock. What was this strange man doing? Didn't he realize that they were in the middle of a game? Couldn't he have waited until after they were done? Couldn't he have at least asked the boy if he was available??

Oliver was jolted out of his confused state when another child came up next to him, and kicked the ball into the goal. The other children on Oliver's team cheered. They rushed to and altogether carried this boy, as he took off his shirt and waved it around triumphantly. They were carrying him all the way down the other end of the field. Oliver did a touble take to look at them and back at the goalie being pounded still, who wasn't even in a position where he could've made an effort to save that goal. Was Oliver the only one who was able to see what was happening to him?

He looked back at the kid being carried and his mouth went agape again. Another man had rushed the field, just as naked as the previous one. This one made a beeline for the kid being carried, reached over the crowd to pick him up, and practically threw him to the ground face-first. He uplifted the boy's legs swiftly and suddenly pulled his shorts completely off. He placed his legs on either side of the child, pinning him to the ground, and then lowered his cock into the preteen anus. As the man began jackhammering in furiously, the other kids were high fiving each other and still chanting 'goal', as if what was transpiring next to them wasn't out of the ordinary.

Oliver looked around him, and he could see more hungry pedophile men running towards them. Oliver had no idea what was going on. But he knew one thing for certain. He had to get the hell out of there.

He ran to pick up his sandals that he'd taken off, before making a break for the park. Luckily those men were rushing more towards the big group of boys in the center of the field and hadn't noticed Ollie. He didn't think this luck would hold out for much longer though so he determined to find his family soon.

As Oliver entered the Community park proper, he noticed adults and children were having sex, all around him. Par for the course, for The Community park. But no, something was different. The further Ollie ran, he saw that the number of people having sex today was more than usual. A LOT more. Like, he hadn't passed by a single child that wasn't getting penetrated in some way. Something else was off too. These children, the adults going in and out of them were certainly NOT their own relatives. Nor did it seem these adults were asking permission from these kids, or even making conversation with them whatsoever. Some kids were even still continuing to try doing their normal playtime activities as if there WASN'T a giant adult member pistoning in and out of them. And some adults were flinging kids around as if they were little dolls. What was happening??

Oliver skidded to a halt when he noticed a pair of familiar faces who thankfully weren't currently engaged in any form of sexual activity. It was Rashida and Andrea Johnson, an African American lesbian couple who lived right next door to the Singhs. They were very nice ladies, and Oliver knew them well, particularly Andrea. She worked as the 'greeter' for The Community, and was the first Community person that Oliver met when Father Anderson brought him here. She made Oliver feel incredibly welcome. She was the first woman that Oliver kissed.

The couple were wearing matching outfits: headscarves, oversized shades, and loose sundresses that barely contained their huge, sagging, natural breasts. The cleavage that they were showing was nearly the size of Oliver's torso. They were sitting together on a picnic blanket, and were facing away from Oliver, towards the center of the park, lustfully watching the lewd activities that were taking place over there. Oliver called out to them as he approached, and Rashida turned to him. When she saw Oliver coming, she nudged her wife with her elbow.

"Ohh honey, look what we have here!" she said as she lowered her sunglasses slightly to get a better look at Ollie.

"Mmmm mm!" Andrea licked her lips as she did the same.

"Hi Mrs. Johnson and Mrs., uh, Johnson. I'm looking for my mo-"

"Oh sugar, why don't you come a little closer? It's a little hard to hear you over all this noise..." Rashida beckoned to him seductively. It was true, the noise of sex around them was drowning.

Oliver took a couple of steps forward until his bare feet were standing on the opposite edge of the picnic blanket, his sandals still in his hand. "Uhm... Mrs. Johnson have you happened to see my mom anywh-"

"Closer, hon, closer!" Rashida said in an almost demanding tone, this time both her arms stretched out towards Oliver.

Oliver gulped and walked forward slowly until he was standing right above her. "Mrs. Johnson do you kn-"

Rashida's hands clasped Oliver's shorts and yanked them down. Oliver's face flushed red, and his sandals in his hands fell to the ground as he put his palms on his cheeks. Before his shorts even hit the ground, Rashida gobbled his tiny flaccid 'johnson' all in one go. She then immediately popped off of it, and held the little thing with just her index finger and thumb, and pointed to it and exchanged glances with Andrea. These two grown women were laughing at him, and his tiny penis.

"OH! Ah, erm, I- Ah!" Oliver fumbled through words as confusion, embarrassment, frustration, and bliss all washed over him at once. "M-miss- please! I, I need to find my mother!!"

"Shhh. Hush baby." Andrea quieted as she gripped the back of his thigh, before moving her hand upwards, fondling his buttcheek, and then slipping it up beneath back of his shirt. "Why don't you let *me* be your Mommy today..."

Andrea yanked Oliver into her, and spun him around, so that he landed with his back in her lap, facing Rashida. His shorts were at his ankles, and his cock was now fully-erect (but still pitifully small). Rashida threw off her shades and dived forward into Oliver's crotch to give him head. The boy moaned and rolled his head back. Immediately, he felt in his open mouth, the familiar shape of a breast and nipple, which Ollie instinctively latched onto and began suckling, despite himself. He opened his eyes to see Andrea looking down on him. She'd pulled out one of her breasts, and held Oliver's skull into it with one hand and the breast into his mouth with the other, as if he was a baby that needed to be force fed.

Oliver's arms fell to his sides as he risigned to his fate. This position was all too familiar to Oliver, many times when his mother nursed him, Lakshmi was there between his legs, making her little brother feel good. Only, that was in the privacy of their own home. Oliver closed his eyes and tried not to think about the fact that the entire Community might be watching him right now. With any luck each person was engaged in their own coitus and had no time to notice Oliver. It didn't help that Andrea was moaning incredibly loudly. 

"Oh YES that's it!! Oh, the other one. The other one needs some attention, too." Andrea hurriedly pulled out the other breast and shoved it into Oliver's mouth just as forcefully as the previous. "Yes that's it lick it LICK IT" she moaned in a commanding tone, and it took him a minute to register to do as he was told. As his tongue made circles around the outer diameter of her areola, he could feel Rashida's fellatio get even more zealous. She wasn't just sucking him off now, but hammering her head into his genitals, her flat nose forcefully pushing into his hairless crotch with every dive. 

This continued for a while, well after Oliver had had his fill of breast milk. It was finally Rashida who pulled back, and said, "Mmmm... what a yummy little white boy you are. But now it's *your* turn..." Rashida leaned back on the opposite end of the picnic blanket, and opened her legs for Oliver, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. She delved one hand down, and parted her pussy lips for him, the bright pink insides contrasting sharply to her dark chocolate skin. 

With his mouth and cock freed, Oliver's confusion overtook his euphoria, and he needed answers. "Miss! Pl-please!! Tell me what's happening! Why- why are the adults- why are they, just, just, USING us kids today...!" he whined.

Rashida and Andrea gave each other puzzled looks before Andrea turned back down to address Oliver. "Ollie, don't you know what today is?"

"It's... it's, Children's Day?"

"So you *do* know!" Rashida smiled, as Oliver's eyes widened at the realization.

"But... does that...? Is today..."

"Yes, sugar, that's right." she cooed as she patted her pussy. "Today is a day we celebrate *you*."

"M-ME? How??"
	
"How?" Andrea parroted as she turned his face up to hers. "Why, like this, sweetie." She bent her head and began making out with Oliver deeply, the kiss reminding him of the day he arrived at The Community.

"Ollie," he heard Rashida continue to speak, "you came from the outside, you should know. Children out there don't get to experience all the pleasures that you're able to. Their adults don't love them properly. But in The Community, we do. Children's Day is when we try to appreciate as many kids as much as we can. And to save time, we don't even ask first the kids first." Oliver could now hear the loud sloshing of Rashida's fingers pleasuring her own pussy as she described the mechanics of today. "And since you turned six last week and Priya left you alone in the park... well, that must mean you're free to be used by all the adults in The Community! We're reminding you of just how lucky you are to be here."

Oliver opened his eyes and gasped as he pulled back from Andrea's kiss. "But-No, Mrs. Johnson! You don't understand! My mom didn't leave me alone on purpose, I'm looking for her right now!!"

"Ohhhh pooor babyy" Andrea cooed condescendingly, while massaging the back of Oliver's head, running her fingers through his hair. "You miss your mommy? Well, I'll tell you what," with this she firmly grasped the back of Oliver's head and plunged him forward, directly into Rashida's awaiting pussy. She applied force to the bottom of his head, shoving his lips into Rashida's pussy lips. "If you make my wife feel good, I'll help you find your mommy. Deal?"

Oliver was in no position to reply. There wasn't even room for air to enter his mouth or nose; her widely spread vagina practically swallowed in Oliver's lips, her clitoris tickled the bottom of his nose. With Andrea's hand still applying firm pressure to the back off his skull, Rashida's monstrous thighs caved into him, squeezing the life out of him.

To Oliver, it seemed, the only way out was forwards. If he could bring Rashida to orgasm, then only would they relent, and maybe even help him find his mother. And besides, as long as he was being 'used' by an adult, he was safe from being randomly picked up by some other adult. Oliver didn't so much mind pleasuring an adult woman with his mouth, especially if it meant he didn't need to pleasure an adult man with his butthole.

Oliver delved in his tongue as deep as it could go, into that wet passage. He was quite literally being suffocated by these women; Oliver tried breathing in harder, but rather than air all that entered his mouth was Rashida's pussy juice that he was sucking out like a vaccuum. Since her thighs were covering his ears, the words the two ladies said between their moans were all muffled to Oliver. His licks got faster and his sucking got harder, all up until the point where he thought Rashida was close (because her legs were being brought together so tightly that her knees were touching), but then all of a sudden Oliver heard the muffled sound of what seemed to be a *man* speaking. Both women eased their grips on Oliver. His lungs breathed in the fresh air heavily and his eyes needed to re-adjust to the bright daylight, and as he slowly regained his hearing he could make out what Andrea was saying.

"Why, yes that is our son."

Oliver looked up now, and saw standing next to them was a man and a boy. The man was a stranger to Oliver, but he knew the boy. It was Andrea's and Rashida's son, whose name Oliver kept forgetting. Both were naked, and the man had his arm on the boy's shoulder. One of the boy's arms had a large scrape on it that was dripping a bit of blood.

"I'm terribly sorry Ma'am, Ma'am." the man apologized to both ladies sincerely. "What happened was, he was on the swing when I began to use him, and things got a little heated, and we lost control and your son went flying off. Again, I'm really sorry."

"Abdurrazzaq!!" Andrea scolded her son. "You should be more careful!" She faced up towards the man and her tone softened. "Sir, were you at least able to finish?" 

"Erm, well ah no now that you mention it, I wasn't"

"What is the meaning of this, Abdurrazzaq??" she immediately yelled at her son again. "First you're careless and then you don't even finish this nice man off?" 

"B-but Mom, my arm really hurts."

"So? Do you need to use your *arm* to service him?"

"N-no Mom..."

"It's fine, really!!" the man tried to reassure. "I don't mind at all! I could just use this boy, if you're finished with him." He said, pointing to Oliver. The orphan gulped loudly.

"No, sir, please, we insist. Our son needs to learn proper manners." Andrea spoke over Abdurrazzaq's loud gagging as she'd grabbed his head and pushed him down onto the man's erection. The man moaned loudly and put his arms behind his back, gladly accepting this. While Andrea kept her son's mouth on the cock, Rashida had reached into her purse to bandage up his wound.

Realizing this was his chance to escape, Oliver took it. He suddenly got up and ran. He was already in a full sprint when he realized he was barefoot on the grass, and that he'd left his sandals behind. But it was too late to stop now. He had to keep moving. But to where? He thought it too risky to run home. He had to find his mother, who had to be here somewhere.

As Oliver got further into the park, his nose picked up the smell of barbecue on the grill, and he made for that direction. He reasoned that if people were busy eating they'd be less free to make use of a child. But when he approached got to the grove where the grills were located, he quickly learned that the assumption was false. The closer he got, the more the smell of sex overcame even the smell of smoked bacon, and Oliver began to worry again.

But then Oliver spotted that which finally put his heart at ease. His mother was standing there, near the picnic benches, with her hands at her hips, looking around. Oliver ran up behind her, and grabbed the back of her shirt. "Ammo, Ammmooooo!"

"Oliver, there you are! And what did I tell you about grabbing a grown up's clothes without permission?"

"I'm just- I'm glad I found you Ammo! I didn't know where you would be!"

"Where I *would* be beta is between a little one's legs right now! But look around us. All the children are taken! This is why I didn't want to be late..." she tsked and shook her head. "Ah!" she exclaimed as she finally spotted a boy sitting alone at a table. Priya hastily walked towards the boy, and Oliver ran after her. 

The boy was eating a hotdog, sitting with his back to them. When Priya arrived she simply placed her hands in the boy's armpits and lifted him up, turning him around, while the boy was mid-bite into his hotdog. She placed him back down again, facing away from the table, and grabbed his sweatpants to pull them down. The boy lifted the sides of his bum slightly one at a time so that Priya could get the pants off him. He spread his legs for her, and Oliver's mother went down on him. He casually continued to eat as Priya went to town on his own 'sausage'.

Just when he thought this day couldn't get any weirder, Oliver was dumbfounded once again. Here was this boy who simply acquiesced to a strange lady who came in and disturbed his meal, without so much as saying a word. Oliver had seen his mom suck off plenty of little boys in his months with her, but never before asking them or their parents first.

Oh well, Oliver thought to himself, at least he was safe now. As the Johnsons explained, an adult wouldn't 'use' him if he was with his parent, without asking for her first. And, luckily for Oliver, the rest of the world was dead to Priya once she had a preteen boy between her lips. She was now working that little boy-cock so energetically that no grown man would be able to get her attention even if they tried. Oliver half contemplated getting a piece of BBQ from the grill but didn't want to wander too far from his mommy.

Oliver was so mesmerized watching his mother work, but was snapped out of it by a light tapping on his shoulder. Oliver whizzed around, to see pink, hard, throbbing cock, directly in his face. He saw it only for an instant. Oliver gasped, and the cock disappeared between his eyes, and into his throat. 

The bright afternoon daylight kept disappearing and reappearing to Oliver's eyes as this stranger pistoned in and out of the boy's mouth. He did so hands free at first, but soon grabbed the back of Ollie's head to repeatedly pull him in. The man was going in and out so fast that his balls were in full swing, and lightly tapped the bottom of Oliver's chin on some thrusts. 

Oliver was no stranger to giving head. But he wasn't 'giving' anything in his current state. This was more like 'having' a head. Or more specifically, a hole. One that was being *used* by this total stranger. The cock kept trying to deeper and deeper each time until it reached Oliver's tonsils, and he started choking.

The stranger pulled out, still having his hands on Oliver's head, and the boy gasped for air and started coughing loudly, though apparently not loud enough to garner his mother's attention. Oliver could hear the strange man muttering to himself, "gag reflex?" before addressing Oliver, "hey kid, how old are you exactly?"

"*COUGH* *cough* I'm- *pant* I'm six-MMGGGHHHhhh" never before in his life had Oliver so immediately regretted telling the truth.

By the time the stranger had had enough, Oliver's lungs were devoid of oxygen to the point of him becoming light-headed. He tasted plenty of precum on his tongue but the man hadn't orgasmed yet. Oliver thought he might collapse, but then felt himself getting picked up by this stranger. The man flung Oliver over his shoulder like he was a towel. Ollie's arms hung down and his face was in the man's naked back. He pulled Oliver's shorts down, and flung them away, the little toddler ass pointing skywards atop the adult's shoulder. 

The man turned around and started walking away, taking Oliver with him. As he started walking he gave Oliver's asscheek a loud SMACK, which made the child whimper. "Oh, you like that, do you?" the man asked, and before Oliver could even wonder what made this man think Oliver liked it he felt a loud SMACK in the same asscheek again. "Ohhh we are going to have some FUN together." he said as he bit down into the little fat that was present in the toddler's bum.

With what strength he had, Oliver tried to raise his head and reach his hand towards his mother, who was still feasting on some prepubescent boyhood. He tried to cry out for her, but all his weary throat could muster was a pathetic "Ma... mama....mamaaaa"

The stranger noticed this, and stopped. "Mom? Your mother is here?" he turned around every which way, with Oliver still on his back getting dizzy. When the stranger finally asked, "where's your mother?" Oliver was barely able to raise one finger in her direction. "Her?" the stranger asked confusedly.

He walked up to Priya with Oliver still in tow. Oliver couldn't see his mom since the man's back was in the way, but he didn't waste his energy to raise his head. He knew he was safe now, and just wanted to rest. He could feel the man bend his knees and move one arm forward to tap Priya on the shoulder. "Excuse me miss, is this your son?"

"Hmm? Oh umm... yes it is." Priya was able to identify Oliver by just his legs and asscheeks.

"Oh I see. I was going to take him with me to my family and use him, if you don't mind?"

"Oh, no not at all! Happy Children's Day!"

The man laughed. "Same to you!!" 

Oliver's heart nearly stopped beating. All he wanted to do was start flailing his arms about and resist, but he didn't have the strength for it. And, after all the things he'd seen today, he finally realized, it wouldn't do anything anyway. This was his fate, now.

The man carried Oliver all the way to the other end of the park. The whole way Oliver tried to look around for landmarks while hanging off the man's back, so he could find his way back to his mother, but all he could see and hear around were the sights and sounds of adults and children mating like rabbits. He knew it was pointless. Even if he did try to run back to his mom, he was so far away now that an adult would undoubtely catch him on his way back. 

When the man arrived at his destination, he let Oliver off his back, who fell on his face onto a picnic blanket. He didn't even put out his arms to catch himself, the boy was so tired, and at this point, defeated. But then he raised his head to look forward, and what he saw gave him a glimmer of hope.

His vision still hazy, Oliver saw, in the distance, the unmistakenable silhouette of a man, in a long cossack and saturno hat, standing in the shade of a tree, reciting from a book of hymnals. It was none other than Father Anderson. Despite him being so far away, Oliver felt rejuvinated at just the sight of him. He began to crawl forward, and cry out...

"Where do you think you're going?"

Oliver felt cold clammy hands spreading his ass followed immediately by a warm, rigid phallus penetrating his anus. His cry out just became a shriek as he was being sodomized. His outstreched arm collapsed to ground and he lay prone. His hands gripped the picnic blanket and as the cock sunk in, he bit down into it. He was in pain.

"Ooowweee you are TIGHT. Are you sure you're six?" The man asked Oliver rhetorically, as he didn't slow down at all in waiting for an answer to that question.

The prone bone got underway, and Oliver's little went turned into outright tears. This strange man's cock pinned Oliver to the blanket like a thumbtack pins a note to a message board. At first Oliver tensed his sphincter, but this proved to be the wrong move, as this man was entering him, one way or another. So then, Oliver tried to relax himself as much as possible, but that didn't change the fact he very possibly had the tightest 6-year-old rectum in the entire Community. He was well behind his peers in terms of anal training, and never was that more apparent than right now.

The man was assisted by gravity, but he took his time between thrusts, perhaps trying to find the best angle, or maybe he was taking the time to enjoy Oliver's pathetic reactions. Eventually, he stood up, but Oliver knew better than to think it was over; the man hadn't cum. Oliver was gripped by the waist and pulled upwards slightly. The man brought Oliver's knees up and pushed them in, to go under his now-raised torso, and brought his head in, before finally laying down again, placing his hands on either side of Ollie's head. 

With his head upside down, looking behind him, Oliver saw the man's shadow totally eclipse his. Once again he felt that veiny cock enter his backdoor, and now he was supporting this man's entire weight on his elbows and knees. Oliver buried his face in the floor once again. The man's cock was punching away at the inner walls of Oliver's anal cavity like a jackhammer against concrete. Oliver's cries became loud whelps that were muffled by the blanket. In his head, the only thing he could find solace in was the fact that no one he knew could see him, since his face was in the ground.

"Ah, Patrick!" Oliver heard the voice of someone who was standing right next to him. Oliver knew to whom the voice belonged.

"Father Anderson!" the man pounding Oliver replied. "It's so good to see, mmph, you!"

"I see you're having a blessed Children's Day, Patrick."

"Oh, the -mph- best! The kids are, HRNG, really tight today!"

"Ah, as the Good Lord created them! Tell me, did you bring little Emily here today?"

"Oh, she should be, angh, she should be here somewheeeere Father. Did you want to use her mouth?"

"Oh me Good Heavens, no, no! I've had my fill, since sunrise. I wanted to spend the rest of today at this park singing Our Lords good praises among the moans of the children. I've been meaning to congratulate Emily for doing such a good job under the pulpit last Sunday. Throughout the entire sermon she didn't gag once!"

"Why, HNG thank you, Father! Sometimes she even surprises meee mmm. Y'know, hrk I was able to almost hilt into her pussy the other day. And she's not even, GAH, SIX. Even Dana got pretty deep in her!"

"Ahh, a family where both parents penetrate the child's holes is a blessed one indeed!"

"Y'know what she said the other day, Father! She said oh fuc-uh she said, 'When I turn 6, I want Father Anderson to be the first one inside my kitty hole.'"

"Oh! Oh my! I don't know what to say Patrick... I'm honored! No one's ever offered me such a thing before. Of course, how could I say no to such an invitation. When is her birthday, again?"

"This April."

"Ah! Easter, a time of life and rebirth! I pray her womb will be fertile and bear many children for you and Dana. Please, give my regards to your family."

"I will, thank you so much, Fatherrr" Patrick's hammering into Oliver fiercened as their conversation wrapped up.

At this point, Patrick had apparently given up trying to hilt into Oliver and maintained a steady, firm rhythm going in and out. The frequency of thrusts ramped up until both man and boy panted heavily. Finally, Patrick pulled out his cock completey, and lifted up Oliver as well. He swiftly turned Oliver onto his back and Oliver fell back to the floor again and Patrick on top of him, jerking his cock wildly. He let out one final fierce moan as he came. The cum rocketed directly onto Ollie's face, painting his forehead, cheeks, and chin, before the last few strands spilled onto Oliver's shirt. Patrick collapsed off his knees, and fell to the side, spent.

"Oh my, I've never seen you like this after just one little boy, Patrick!" When Patrick fell to the side, it revealed to Oliver that a middle-aged woman was standing behind them, watching the pair mate. 

"Oh, Mom!" Patrick breathed. "He's a TIGHT one, Mom! I wanted to show him to you first, but I couldn't find you here, and I just couldn't wait to use him. I'm sorry you missed it."

"Don't you worry 'bout me, hun. I've seen you take plenty of kids in your day. I actually saw you'd brought him over but I was looking after Emily. Mind if I lick him clean?"

"Ahhh, mm, sure thing, Mom" Patrick said as he got up and stretched. "I'm gonna go find Dana!"

"Mmm... you do that, hun." Patrick left, and his mother sat down with Oliver, picked him up and cradled him in her arms. "Why hello there, big man. What's your name?" she asked, kissing his forehead, lapping up the cum that was running down it.

Oliver was still breathing heavily. It took him a bit to muster the strength to reply. "O... Oliver, ma'am."

"MMmmm, Oliver, mmm! You made my son cum so much. Only my granddaughter is able to do THIS to him!" she praised as she kissed him all over, trying to lap up every drop. "Mmm... have you met my granddaughter? No?" she turned his head to a direction and pointed. "You see that little girl over there, with that *huge* thing in her mouth? That's my granddaughter, Emily."

Oliver beautiful blonde toddler girl with her hair in braids. She wore nothing but socks with little hearts on them. She was playing patty cake with another girl, and she was clearly very good at it, because she was still able to follow the game despite the fact that there was between the two girls a portly man who was easing his raging hard piece in and out of Emily's mouth, blocking her view of the other girl.

Oliver felt butterflies in his stomach. There was just something about that girl he found to be irresistible. The way her jaw could extend to accomodate such a big thing, her lighthearded expression through it all. Oliver was in love. The woman carrying him could see it.

"Oh she's a looker isn't she? Mhmm. I always knew she would be. Ever since the day I pushed her out of my womb, I knew. Her dads are very lucky."

Wha-what? Grandaughter, pushed out of womb? DadS??

"Oh, Dana!"

The woman turned behind her, and Oliver did too, initially expecting to see a petite woman who looked just like Emily, but instead finding what could be best described as the complete opposite of that. It was a tall, hulking, muscular black man, and directly in Oliver's face, was his huge, monster cock.