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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 3 (College Visit 3) (M+g, ped, exhib, oral,
prost, preteen heartbreak) by Rufus Fugit

   Stanley and I watched Karen gulp down her fourth ejaculation of the
evening.  The twelve-year-old sat naked on the double bed in the drafty
attic room.  The clothes she had arrived in - a tight red miniskirt and a
rabbit-fur jacket and matching boots - lay in a careless puddle at the foot
of the bed.  She sat up against the headboard, legs spread, knees up, her
feet flat on the stained sleeping bag that covered the mattress.  She
leaned to one side, jaws stretched wide to engulf the tool of the short
black man (really, a college-age boy), who grunted and shivered as he
thrust upward into her face.  His hands were wrapped around her head,
fingers tangled in her long, straight, dirty blonde hair as he tried to
force himself deeper into her throat.  But my niece had been prostituting
herself for over a year.  She was the veteran of hundreds of blowjobs and
she had her fist wrapped tightly around the root of the boy's cock,
expertly controlling the depth of penetration.  Seven other boys - those
she had already sucked off and those still waiting - crowded around the
sides of the bed, their cocks all pointing at the nude child.  Most
gangbangs I'd been to were raucous affairs and there was a lot of excited
chatter and some catcalling, but overall the boys were almost reverent in
the face of the sixth-grader's sexual insatiability.

   Karen's stretched throat worked as she greedily swallowed semen.  Her
face was flushed under her heavy makeup which was smudged and running with
sweat and stray shots of jizz.  She peered up at the boy through the
cum-coated lenses of her glasses, smiling as best she could around the
flesh pole filling her mouth.  She was stroking herself with her free hand,
her toes flexing and curling against the bed as she rubbed two fingers
around her swollen, glistening clitoris.  She was carefully avoiding
touching the ugly red rash that covered her vulva.  Her labia were flowered
open and thick cream oozed from between them so that she sat in a steadily
spreading dark stain.

   Karen tightened her lips and pulled slowly off, making a loud slurp as
the dark brown cock left her mouth.  A final spasm deposited a blob of cum
on her chin.  She leaned forward to swipe her tongue across the piss-slit,
then sat back and swallowed again.  "Yum!" she exclaimed somewhat
theatrically.  She smiled widely, opening her mouth to show off the strings
of semen stretching between her upper and lower teeth.  She shook her head
and blew so that the glob on her chin formed an elastic drop, lengthening
and finally snapping to join several other drying trails down her belly. 
She released the black boy's wilting penis, wiped her cummy hand on her
breast, then seized the swollen, slimy nipple between her thumb and two
fingers.  Her face went slack as she pulled and twisted the pink knob,
grunting softly and explosively as pleasure shot through her.

   But then her other hand slipped and she winced as a nail scraped down
the rash peppering her fat outer labia.  That brought her back to herself
and she looked around at the small grove of stiff cocks surrounding her. 
Karen smiled again and looked at the penises pointing at her like
greyhounds straining at their traces.  She rolled around onto her stomach.
She inchwormed forward on her elbows to bring her head to the foot of the
bed, then brushed her hair back with both hands so that it fanned out
across her back.  Her fingers snagged in clumps of drying jizz.  She lifted
herself up and a cock brushed across her chin.  It was circumcised, not too
long but very thick, just the way she liked.  This boy had trimmed his
pubes; she hunched her skinny shoulders and lifted one hand to palpate his
heavy balls, testing the bristly feeling of his shaven sack.  "Mmmm, what a
nice one!" she exclaimed, then the boy gasped as she licked the length of
his pulsing stalk.  Sweat and precum coated her tongue as she slowly teased
him, barely twirling her tongue around the edge of the glans before lipping
her way back down to the root and up again.  Her feet began to wave
languidly in the air as she set a slow, steady rhythm.

   Meanwhile I was trying to get Stanley in the mood.  He watched Karen
with horror mixed with guilty arousal playing across his face.  His
knuckles were white where he gripped the arms of the overstuffed chair.  I
stood behind looking down at him.  I leaned, placing my cheek next to his
and murmured in his ear.  "Look at her go.  What a hot little whore your
sister is.  Don't you want some of that?  Oh, sure, you shake your head,
but this - " I slid a hand down and squeezed gently at the bulge tenting
his trousers.  "- this says different."

   "No!" he exclaimed.  "No, I don't want - she's not - you made her!"

   "I made her?  Stanley, look at her.  Does she look like someone's making
her?" Karen was taking a quick smoke break.  She was gently jacking the
thick tool with her hand and rubbing it back and forth across her high
forehead as another boy held the bong to her lips.  Her chest expanded as
she inhaled deeply.  She held her breath for a long five count, then raised
up and sucked the cock back into her mouth.  As she pumped rapidly, smoke
puffed out her nose and around the tight ring of her lips like a locomotive
smokestack.  She giggled, then had to pull off again as she started
coughing.  She rolled over on her back, curling up and, I noticed,
squirting out a little bit of cunt cream with each spasm.  As the coughing
fit subsided, one of the boys handed her a mostly-empty bottle of wine. 
She upended it and drank but one more cough sent ruby liquid dribbling down
her front, over and between her adolescent breasts, her navel, and mixing
with her own juices matting the light tuft of pubic hair on her mound. 
Throughout Karen had continued masturbating the young man.  Giggling
boozily the sixth-grader rolled back onto her stomach and sucked the
pulsing hot cock into her mouth once more.  She set a rapid pace, slurping
and slobbering and within seconds the young man stiffened and pushed his
hips forward and filled Karen's mouth with shot after shot of hot mucus. 
She bobbed her head and a ring of white froth oozed around her smeared
lipstick .

   "Woo-hoo!" "Yeah!" "Look at that little cum-slut go!" There were cheers
around the bed as Karen pushed herself up on both hands, arching her back
sharply, and dribbled sperm out of her mouth and down her chin.  She smiled
widely at the perverse praise.  Her eyes were deeply bloodshot and her
cheeks were bright red.  Sweat made her face glow and stippled her
shoulders, back, and her pale buttocks.  Two of the three boys she had not
yet serviced stepped forward.  They were South Asian and looked like
brothers; both had fine features, dark brown skin and black hair spiked
with some kind of product, and both wore tshirts from some fraternity
function.  Their uncut cocks had a family resemblance as well; one was
noticeably larger but both had an upward curve.  The boys grabbed
themselves, stepped to either side of Karen's gooey face and bounced their
organs off her cheeks in rhythm.  One of the other boys decided to be a
smartass and began chanting in time.  In seconds the others took it up, and
"Whore!  Whore!  Whore!" matched the damp smacks as the cocks slapped
Karen's face.  The boys sped up until they were practically drumming
against her sticky cheeks and the chant kept pace, speeding up until Karen
grabbed a tool in each hand and triumphantly stuck them both in her mouth
at once.  The chant dissolved in cheers and laughter, and the two Asian
boys high-fived.

   I had given up trying to talk Stanley around and was just enjoying the
spectacle of my little two-fisted cocksucker.  Her jizz-smeared lips were
stretched wide and saliva spilled down her chin as she sucked and
swallowed, sucked and swallowed, bobbing her head over the two brown
penises filling her mouth.  Her eyes were closed and she made little
grunting and sighing noises as she worked.  Her legs were spread a little
and her knees slightly bent, and she was poking her developing butt up in
the air a little, I assumed to keep her itchy, overused privates from being
irritated further.  But she couldn't stop the rucked-up fabric from
flicking against her oversized clitoris and each time it did her entire
body shuddered convulsively.

   Without warning a skinny redheaded boy jumped onto the bed, landing on
his knees between Karen's spread thighs.  He had taken his pants completely
off and unbuttoned his shirt, and a thin, pale penis with a purple,
angry-looking glans slapped against his stomach.  Karen jerked her head
backwards as the impact bounced her on the mattress.  The boy pushed behind
her knees and spread her legs wide.  Karen moaned as her cunt pressed
against the scratchy fabric but her protest was muffled as one of the
Indian boys held her head and forced the double dose of hot cock back into
her mouth.  The redhead grabbed her ass and kneaded her cheeks vigorously,
prying them apart and pressing his thumb against her clenched asshole.  He
didn't try to penetrate, honoring the rules I'd established, but he slid a
hand down and over the child's spread, soaking cunt, pushing her fat,
rashed lips from side to side.  Now Karen did complain, throwing her head
back and whining, "Nooooo, not my babycunt!  Ow, ow, it's sore, noooo!" She
writhed on the bed but the only way to get her cunt out of the boy's grasp
was to push the bumpy skin against the soaked sleeping bag and the
combination of her salty secretions with the rough fabric was just as bad.
"Ow, ow, owllarghkk," she choked as the Indian boys impatiently pushed her
face down, shoving their tools back into her mouth and muffling her
protests.  She groped blindly behind her with one arm until she slapped the
redhead's cock.  She homed in on it, grasping the head awkwardly at the
limit of her reach, and yanked.

   The redhead fell forward onto Karen.  He was built like her, tall and
skinny, but she was only twelve and standing he would've overtopped her by
a foot or more.  His cock lodged in her buttcrack and he had to pull his
hand out to support himself on his elbows; otherwise he would've pressed
her head down and she would've either strangled on the two boners in her
mouth or bitten them off.  He started hunching against her, sliding his
dribbling tool between her sweaty cheeks.  His hands went under her armpits
to cup her breasts.  "Oh, yeah," Karen mumbled around her mouthful.  "Puww
on maw nippews, yeah, hawdew oh God, HAWDEW!" She writhed violently as the
boy obliged, grabbing her pink nips and twisting them, squeezing them
between thumb and fingers until they went pale with the pressure.  She was
moaning continuously now as the boy's weight smashed her burning vulva
against the bed.  She had to grip the edge of the mattress with both hands
to hold steady against his weight and so was unable to control the two
cocks pistoning into her mouth.  She bobbed her head as fast as she could,
gagging loudly on each downstroke as one glans then the other poked against
her uvula.  The bed frame was squeaking more and more loudly, paired with
the preteen's muffled squeals as her nipples were abused.

   Then the taller of the two Indians grunted and pushed up on his toes. 
Karen coughed and semen shot out of her mouth and nose, splashing onto both
boys' kinky black pubic hair and plopping onto the floor.  At the same time
the redhead raised himself in a half-pushup, sliding his penis so that the
head poked out from the top of her buttcrack.  With a low cry he ejaculated
a long stream that hit Karen squarely on the back of the neck.  More shots
of milky goo flew onto her back and the fan of her tangled hair.  The
Indian pulled out of her mouth and pushed his upright organ against her
face alongside her nose.  It shoved her glasses askew onto her forehead. 
Weakening squirts bounced off one lens, plopped onto her scalp and ran down
her forehead.

   Karen redoubled her frantic efforts on the cock still filling her mouth,
bobbing wildly, grunting and slurping until finally the last boy clenched
his eyes shut and unloaded into the blond sixth-grader's throat.  He
finished and stepped back; the two boys leaned together, each with a hand
on the other's shoulder.  The redhead rolled off her and slowly got to his
feet, leaving Karen uncovered.  He rather sheepishly struggled back into
his pants.

   In the sudden quiet, Karen's ragged panting filled the room.  She lay on
her stomach, her legs spread and bent frog-like.  Her head hung off the end
of the bed.  Sweat dripped from her nose.  Her long hair was dark and wet
at the roots, and the ends dragged in the puddle of cum she was drooling
onto the floor.  Her body was sheened with sweat as well and cooling spunk
dripped off her back and ran along the corrugations of her ribs.  Her toes
dug at the dirty spread, and the tendons at the backs of her knobby knees
tensed as she tried weakly to raise her burning cunny from the soaked and
stinking bedspread.

   I realized Karen was crying, though I couldn't tell if it was from
exertion, from sperm irritating her eyes, or from emotional upset.  Just in
case I shouldered through the group of her satisfied customers and sat down
on the bed next to her.  I bent my head to gently kiss the edge of her ear,
one of the few bits of skin above her neck not splattered with semen.  The
familiar stink of her slimy cunt and her sweaty body and others' ejaculate
was strong in my nose.  "What a good girl you are," I whispered into her
ear.  "I'm so proud of you, you were scared but you came upstairs anyway. I
love you, sweetie, you're such a good whore." I rubbed her slimed back
gently as I spoke, the same way her mother did when she had an upset
stomach or a bad dream.  Her bloodshot eyes drifted closed, the tense
muscles in her shoulders slowly relaxed, and she heaved a huge sigh.  A
bubble of cum popped at the corner of her mouth.

   This had been the key since I started Karen down this road: She had
always been a shy child, shy and deferential to adult authority.  And she
had been horribly embarrassed that afternoon over a year ago when I had
gotten her to admit to her sister and myself that she masturbated.  Back
then she had just begun to explore her childish sexuality; her diddling
hadn't even yet reached the point of orgasm.  It fell to me to wrench the
first climax from her immature body, and it became my pleasure to toy with
her, to play on her confusion and shame until she felt she had no choice
but to keep the secrets I thrust upon her.  Sex was wrong for little girls,
she knew it deep in her heart.  It was wrong to strip naked in front of
strangers, to let them penetrate her again and again.  It was even more
wrong to accept money in exchange.  But worst of all, it was wrong to enjoy
it, and enjoy it she did to the point where her juvenile cunt burned every
day, and every day she had to slake it.  She was so ashamed, she couldn't
bear the thought of disappointing her parents, her teachers, any of the
other authority figures in her life.  I was the only adult who knew, and I
gave her the praise and reassurance she craved so that even as her mind
told her what she was doing was terribly wrong, she kept doing it to keep
my approval.

   And now, as always, I pushed her just that little bit further.  "But
sweetheart," I continued, "You still have one customer to suck on.  Look at
Stanley.  Look how hard your brother's thingy is.  He's shy, but I know he
wants you to suck his cock.  He paid for you just like all the other boys,
and I know a good whore like you wouldn't want to leave him hanging, would
you?  C'mon, Karen, be Stanley's whore, one more dick and then you can rest
for awhile."

   Karen turned her head to look up at me, and for just a moment something
desperate and terribly sad moved behind her blue eyes, like a remnant of
the carefree little girl she had been before her babycunt had come to rule
her life.  But just as quickly it was gone, replaced by the smirk of the
total whore she had become.  She pushed herself up to sit on the edge of
the bed.  Her movements were slow and uncoordinated from the pot and
alcohol in her system.  She squeegeed cooling semen off her face with her
fingers, sucked them clean, then swallowed repeatedly to clear her throat.
She rubbed her glasses on the spread to clean them and replaced them on her
delicate nose.  She stood, wobbling uncertainly on one bare foot until she
caught her balance.  The boys politely cleared a path for her.

   Stanley hadn't moved from the chair and he stared transfixed at the
naked, cum-spattered form of the girl he had always thought of as his
little sister.  From behind I watched sperm dripping down her back and
running into her asscrack as her tight little cheeks tensed and relaxed
with her unsteady steps.  I moved past her to stand behind Stanley.  A gust
of frigid air blew in the window and Karen shivered.  Gooseflesh covered
her body and her nipples stiffened and stood out like little pink rocket
nose cones.  She sat down on Stanley straddling one leg.  She winced as her
tender cunny rubbed across the fabric but then set her features in her
childish imitation of adult lust.  "Hi, Stannnley," she lilted.  "Do you
think I'm pretty?" Stanley just gawped at her.  "Do you like my titties?"
She cupped her perky little breasts, arching her back to thrust them
forward.  She gulped as her thumbs flicked across the sticky nips.  She
hiccuped.  "D'you like my whore babycunt?" She shifted her weight back onto
her butt, spreading her feet wide to expose herself completely.  Her chubby
labia were pale underneath the angry red rash.  They split open to expose
the deep burgundy of her most intimate passage.  Her clitty strained out,
almost purple and grotesquely swollen.  She touched it with one finger and
her whole body stiffened and a fresh surge of her baby honey dripped from
her slit, staining Stanley's pants.  "Do you want to fuck it?" Karen
continued in a slow, husky voice.  "Everyone does.  It's sore now, but when
we get home you can fuck it." Karen slid forward, making a soft, strangled
sound of pain in her throat as her cunt scraped along Stanley's leg.  She
pressed her naked upper body against him and laid her head on his shoulder,
kissing his throat lightly and whispering.  "I know you wanna fuck my
babycunt 'cause your dicky's all hard, but I'll suck it for you tonight.  I
bet it's tasht...tasty." She placed her hand on the bulge at Stanley's
crotch, stroking it lightly then pressing her palm down to define the
shaft. Her voice trailed off into a sleepy mumble.  "My babycunt, my whore
babycunt, I'm a dirty whore with a hot babycunt..." She slid her hand under
the waistband of his pants and her fingers worked beneath the fabric.

   Stanley jerked as if awakening from a nightmare.  "No!" he yelled, and
shoved Karen hard.  She tumbled off his lap and fell to the floor, feet
flying up in the air as her naked ass hit the rough planks of the floor. 
For a second neither moved.  Stanley stared down at the dark stains Karen's
spattered, sweaty body had left on his shirt.  The preteen's face flushed
and she looked terribly hurt.  Tears welled up in her eyes but before they
spilled over her face hardened.  It was adorable the way she sat naked on
the chilly floor with her limbs splayed and her little jaw outthrust in
defiance.

   "Well, piss you anyway!" Karen spat out.  She hadn't really learned how
to swear yet, which was fine with me.  Foul language is so unladylike.  She
clambered to her feet, shaking a finger at the young man.  "I woulda let
you do me for free, at least the first time, once my cunt's all better. 
See if I let you now!" And with that she spun on her bare heel and flounced
out of the room, her tangled hair all sticky with drying sperm and flopping
limply against her naked shoulders and back.  She struggled with the latch
and tripped over the doorsill, which rather spoiled the effect.

   The upstairs hall was empty for the moment.  Karen bounced lightly off
the wall, leaving a smear of semen behind her.  I followed her as she
lurched into the bathroom, also thankfully empty.  She threw herself down
on the toilet with a sigh of relief which quickly turned into a hiss of
pain as her urine splashed inside the bowl.  She reflexively opened her
legs, raising her knees and pulling her vulva wide open to keep the acidic
urine off her irritated skin.  It took her a long time to empty her bladder
as she winced and snuffled.  She got up without wiping herself or flushing
and stepped to the sink, examining her face in the mirror.  Her makeup was
a mess.  Her rouge was caked and blotchy and her eye makeup had run so that
she looked like a bespectacled Alice Cooper.  Dried cum was matted in her
brows and flaking at her hairline.  Someone had left their hairbrush on the
vanity and Karen picked it up and dragged it roughly through her hair.  She
leaned in close as she brushed until her cunt pressed against the the sink.
"Ahhhhh," she signed at the unexpected relief and began hunching her cunt
against the chilly porcelain.

   She rubbed herself lightly at first, but when she put down the hairbrush
(now clotted with jizz) she grabbed the sink with both hands and pushed
herself harder, moving around to chase the cool spots as her body warmed
the hard surface.  Her eyes closed and she started breathing harder, then
she leaned back and pushed the heel of one hand into her crotch.  At first
she just rubbed with one hand, then both hands, then she was scratching,
faster and faster with increasing force, grimacing and moaning and digging
her nails into the tender inflamed skin.  Finally I felt I had to step up
and grab her wrists.  She resisted in a tipsy, uncoordinated way and
twitched her pelvis back and forth.  "Karen," I said sharply and gave her a
little shake.  That brought her back to herself and she opened her eyes. 
Her cunt was now fat and swollen and the skin was an angry pink overlaid
with the bright red rash.  Her nails had scraped some of the vesicles open
and they were weeping clear liquid and a little bit of blood.

   "Owww, it stings," the naked preteen moaned.  She pulled her cunt lips
apart and bent over to look just as someone walked into the bathroom.  I
saw him over my shoulder in the mirror, a tall, pale boy in
oh-so-fashionable emo garb with long jet-black bangs over one eye and two
piercings in the opposite brow.  That brow climbed up towards the ceiling
as he saw us.  He opened his mouth to say...well, I doubt even he knew
what, but Karen caught the movement in the mirror and straightened up.  She
wiped the expression of pain right off her face, replacing it with the
frozen smile she used with clients.  Her eyes were glassy, and I realized
she was still really stoned.  "Hi, I'm Karen!" she chirped.  "You know
Stanley?" The boy nodded dumbly and she chattered on, slurring her words a
bit.  "He's my brother, my big brother, well, not my real brother my
foshter brother, but I'm his whore tonight, he paid for me and everything,
this is a great party and I ate a bunch of cocks but dumb ol' Shtanley
doesn't want me...hey, are there more boys downstairs?  I wanna suck some
more cocks.  Stanley paid so I'll shuck...suck yours for free."

   The boy finally found his voice.  "But...but you're naked!"

   "'Course I am, silly," she giggled.  "Whores don't need clothes when
they're working." She shook her firm little titties at him.  They barely
jiggled, and then she pranced out of the bathroom and weaved towards the
stairs with the stunned young man following in her wake.
   To be continued...