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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 6 (College Visit 6) (Mgg, cons, humil,
oral, anal, tg) by Rufus Fugit

   Renee was upset with me and I couldn't blame her.  The ten-year-old had
wanted to accompany us to Stanley's to play what had become her customary
role as Karen's protector.  I had refused, figuring that at a crowded party
it would just double my workload rather than decrease it.  In retrospect,
Renee probably wouldn't have been any extra work.  The fourth-grader could
take care of herself just fine, and I doubted anyone would have messed with
her; but she wouldn't have been able to help, either, and when Stanley went
berserk she would definitely have tried to come to Karen's defense and
probably gotten herself hurt, too.

   But now really wasn't the time to try to explain all that.  Renee was
almost in tears, not least because she was unable to overcome her revulsion
at the stench rising off her older sister to hug her.  Karen stood
flat-footed, naked and shivering, her eyes on the floor and her toes
digging into the carpet of the front room of our small hotel suite.  Her
waist-length blond hair was a mess, matted with dried semen and frozen
vomit.  It fell forward so that only one red-rimmed, bloodshot eye was
visible through the tangles.  The sixth-grader's arms were crossed tightly
underneath her pert, teacup-sized breasts.  There was ugly bruising around
the small puncture wounds on either side of each dark, swollen nipple.  Her
torso was dappled with more vomit and dried blood, smeared with mud, and
covered with long, parallel scratches from just under her arms down to her
prominent hipbones.  Her vulva looked like it had been attacked with a
cheese grater or something.  The wisps of curling hair on her mound were
full of dried flaky stuff, some of which was skin that she had scratched
off.  Her labia were swollen and a dark, blotchy red and covered with
irregular bumps.  The skin was shiny and weeping where the top layer had
been scratched off.  Her clitoris and inner lips were swollen and peppered
with tiny pinpricks of blood, the result of a vicious spanking with a wire
brush.  The labia were stretched out and apart so that her vaginal passage
gaped wide open.  A pearly gray trail of dog spunk oozed sluggishly.  As I
watched, it formed an elastic drip depending from the bottom edge of one
swollen lip that stretched until it plopped onto the chipping pink polish
of one big toenail.

   I urged the naked, filthy child gently on through the bedroom and into
the bathroom.  She stumbled, unresisting, and stood swaying on her feet as
I started water running in the tub.  Renee looked on anxiously, her strapon
bobbing gently as she fidgeted, while I adjusted the temperature to be just
barely tepid.  More than that and the shock to Karen's chilled skin would
be painful.  Then I picked Karen up in my arms and set her gently into the
tub.  She rested her forehead on her knees and wrapped her arms around her
shins and sat, shivering, as the tub began to fill.

   "Renee, get Karen's kit from my suitcase and then if you get undressed
you can help wash her up." The little girl jumped to obey.  I heard her
rummaging in the luggage and then she hurried back into the bathroom.  She
had divested herself of her tshirt and the strapon.  Her belly, still
slightly padded with babyfat, and her plum-sized boobies jiggled as she
skidded to a stop.  Meanwhile, I was lighting a few scented candles so I
could turn off the harsh overhead light.  Man, I hate those compact
fluorescents and now everyone seems to be switching over to them.  Renee's
slightly olive skin just looked sallow under them, whereas in the
candlelight her round face practically glowed with vitality and childish
sexuality.  My ardor, quenched by the unromantic task of chivvying her
puke-covered older sister through the park, reignited, but I kept my mind
on business for the moment.  I took the nylon toiletry kit from Renee and
opened it up.  "Here, you start on her hair, ok?" I put the bottles of
shampoo and conditioner on the edge of the tub, along with one of the
coffee cups from the sink.  Renee splashed her bare feet into the tub and
got on her knees behind her big sister.  She gently gathered the disgusting
mass of Karen's waist-length hair and began pouring cups of water over it.
Meanwhile I removed gauze, cotton balls, and some rubbing alcohol.

   Karen obediently uncurled so Renee could start working shampoo through
the snarls of her hair.  Her eyes were closed, her face slack, but she was
starting to get some of her color back.  Leaning back exposed the damage on
her chest and sides.  I "tsked" softly as I poured alcohol over a gauze pad
and pressed it against the outside of her left breast.  Karen stiffened a
bit and hissed in pain.  I apologized but kept working.  She whimpered from
the sting as I cleaned her wounds, gently wiping away the mud and dried
blood.  Her belly muscles flexed and she twisted slightly with discomfort
in the tub.  Her cunny was already under the rising water so I let that be
for awhile and instead picked up a washcloth and soap.

   It was quite erotic to be sudsing up the preteen's maltreated body while
her nude little sister worked lather through her hair.  As we worked I gave
Renee an edited version of what had happened.  "I don't think Stanley likes
whores very much.  He got really mad at Karen and then he was mean to her."

   Renee was gently working her soapy fingers through a snarl in her
sister's hair.  "Why did he want a whore for his party if he doesn't like
them?" she asked, logical as always.

   "He wanted one, but I don't think he wanted it to be your sister.  If he
thinks whores are bad people, maybe he was afraid his friends would think
he was bad too because his sister is a whore.  And," I continued, "Karen
made it worse when she teased him.  Remember how mad she used to get at you
when you teased her?"

   "Ohhhh," Renee said.  She certainly did remember - it was the only time
her big sister had ever hit her.  Karen had been upset and confused,
sitting drenched and shivering in my truck after her first experience being
stripped naked in public.  She'd just learned that the cheap sequined purse
I'd bought her hadn't been just a present, no: it had sealed her into her
new identity, one that I had never let her escape from then on, until the
moment when she realized she no longer wanted to.  When Renee had thrown
"whore" back in her face, she had erupted.

   "You shouldn't have teased Stanley, Karen," Renee chided her.  "You were
his whore tonight and your job was to make him happy." Karen flinched a
bit, whether from the pain of soap on her fresh wounds or at being told by
the person she probably loved most that her condition was her own fault, I
couldn't say.

   "That's right," I said to both of them, "But that still doesn't excuse
what Stanley did."

   "What did he do?" Renee asked.  I didn't want to get into the details of
that too much.  Renee's memories of Stanley were those of a toddler towards
an idolized big brother.

   "Well, he spanked her with a brush," I temporized, leaving out for the
moment that the brush had wire bristles and he had spanked her right on her
cunt.  "And he broke our agreement and let some friends do her in the butt.
Which reminds me," I continued before Karen could speak up with her own
version of events.  I rinsed off my hands and removed an implement from the
toiletry kit, a soft-bristled thin bottle brush, meant for cleaning out
test tubes and other labware.  When Karen saw it she automatically got into
position, leaning forward until she was on her hands and knees, back
arched, with her beautiful rounded butt in Renee's face.  Her sphincter was
closed but still puffy and reddened from its recent workout.

   I handed Renee the brush.  She knew just what to do with it.  While I
took over shampooing Karen's hair, she gently worked the brush into Karen's
anus.  Karen grunted softly and clenched her jaw as Renee twisted and
pushed until the bristles disappeared completely into the 12-year-old's
butt and her wrinkled sphincter closed around the twisted-wire handle. 
Renee worked the brush around before slowly pulling it straight out and
rinsing it off in the increasingly cloudy water.  Globs of spunk and the
occasional speck of brown floated off the bristles.  She repeated the cycle
several times until her big sister's ass was "all clean!" which
announcement she accompanied with a brisk pat on one cheek.

   "And he just wasn't nice." I left it at that as I helped Karen to sit
back down - gingerly - and continued washing my way down Karen's legs.  I
kissed each of her delicate toes lightly after rinsing them off, then took
a break to open the drain and refill the tub with hotter water.  It quickly
became cloudy with dirt, dead skin, and little pills of clotted spunk
sluicing off Karen's body and hair.  I let the tub drain again and directed
Renee to sit against the side, and had Karen lean back against her with her
head resting between Renee's nascent breasts, her legs spread wide and her
knees bent over the tub rim.  Karen's arms were draped around her younger
sister's knees and her toes brushed the bathmat outside the tub.  The two
children looked so precious like that, with Renee's shorter legs enclosing
Karen's taller, thinner form.  Their toes, soles, fingers and palms were
wrinkled from the water and their cheeks were flushed from the steam rising
all around us.  Karen's sat with her cunt wide open, her swollen labia
clean but still rashed and abraded.  Lust and tenderness warred in me, but
both had to take a back seat to the doctoring that had to be done.  "Brace
yourself, sweetie," I murmured, and poured alcohol over her damaged
privates.

   Karen stiffened and squealed, arching her back and pointing her bruised
titties at the ceiling.  Tears sprang to her eyes and she pumped her hips,
trying to shake the sting away.  It was her sister, though, who reacted
first.  Renee hugged her tight, pressing her cheek against her sister's and
murmuring words of comfort in her blushing ear.  Renee was such a good
girl, she loved her sister so much, it warmed my heart.  Karen relaxed back
against the younger child as I gently spread some anesthetic lotion on her
vulva, rubbing it carefully into her clitoris and her stretched inner lips.
Her breathing slowed and deepened and her eyes drifted closed.  Under my
touch she sighed, in relief and pleasure this time, and finally relaxed. 
But she opened her eyes when I called her name softly.  I helped her stand
in the tub.  She looked slightly dazed but her coltish legs were steady. 
Her hair, now clean, hung straight down to the small of her back, dripping
into the cleft of her buttocks.  I helped Renee out of the tub.  While one
naked child stood dripping on the bathmat, I helped the other get the
shower going and pulled the curtain halfway to.  "Get some conditioner in
your hair, sweetie, and then you can soak in a hot tub again for as long as
you want before bedtime," I instructed Karen.

   I sat down on the toilet and draped a towel over Renee's bare shoulders,
rubbing her back as I turned her to face me.  Drying off didn't last long,
though, as the sight and touch of her warm, damp skin was too erotic for me
to ignore.  I scooted forward and pulled her to me.  Her cute nipples
covered most of her newly-sprouted boobies and they were right at mouth
level.  She gasped and tangled her hands in my hair as I kissed and sucked
on first one, then the other.  Then I tilted my head back and her lips met
mine.  My tongue darted into her mouth and she playfully slid hers across
it.  She was growing and her mouth was no longer quite as small.  "Mmmm," I
hummed into her mouth and she hummed back until we both broke into giggles.
I stroked down her bare back, squeezing each cheek in turn, and pressed on
the back of her thighs to push my crotch against her.  The smacking sounds
of our kissing was covered up by the shower, as was Renee's little squeal
as I traced one finger up between her legs to stroke her chubby vulva and
dip briefly into her still-virgin opening.  Her smooth bald snatch was
still damp from the bath but her slit was already juicy and slick with her
baby honey.  "Is your thingy hard?" the fourth-grader whispered into my
mouth.

   "Really hard," I answered, popping the button on my jeans and placing
her small hand over the bulge in my underwear.  I suppressed a groan as her
nimble fingers squeezed at the head.

   "Good, 'cause I want it in my butt.  My cunt's tingling a really lot and
I want an orgasm." Renee's frank words further inflamed my lust and I
pulled her small body against my chest, kissing her hard while I stroked
her smooth back with one hand and fondled her tiny breasts with the other.

   "Oh, you're my sexy girl and I love you so much." As I spoke I opened my
eyes and over Renee's shoulder saw Karen watching us in the shower.  She
had her butt against the wall and her legs spread and she was gingerly
inserting her index finger into her gaping twat.  The expression on her
face was of a yearning sadness.  As her finger penetrated deeper she put
her head back and gasped.  A tear leaked from the corner of one eye.

   "Let's get into bed, Renee.  Your sister's feeling better, see?" I
turned her around so she could see Karen masturbating.  "She's a whore, all
right," I smirked, noting the slight flinch in Karen's face as the words
struck home.  I continued casually, "You have a nice shower and another
soak, now.  Take your time because your sister and I want to love on each
other, just the two of us." I gave Renee a little push and without a
backward glance she darted naked out of the bathroom and jumped onto the
bed, giggling.  I followed more slowly, shedding clothes as I went until,
naked myself, I stood over her.  My cock throbbed and bounced as I looked
past it into the eyes of my nude preteen lover.  She lay in the center of
the rumpled king-size bed with her stocky legs straight and spread.  She
pressed one hand over her smooth bald slit and smiled up at me coyly.  "Is
that for me?"

   In response I jumped onto the bed, landing on my knees astride her.  I
leaned forward, pressing my cock down until the head touched her on the
bridge of her cute upturned nose.  Her hazel eyes crossed as she followed
it.  I oozed precum at the touch of her warm skin, and I drew a shiny trail
down her nose until I butted the spongy glans against her upper lip.  She
leaned her head back and her tongue darted out and licked at my frenum.  I
gasped.  The little minx knew how much I liked that.  Then she opened wide
and gently engulfed me.

   "Ohhhh, my god," I sighed.  It had been several weeks since I'd seen the
children and nearly three months since I'd been able to be alone with
Renee. I didn't date any more because no grown woman could compare with the
sexiness of my child lover.  The feel of her lips stretched around my glans
was indescribably wonderful.  Her tongue circled the tip and flicked across
my pisshole sending shivers through my body.  I smiled down at her.  Her
eyes were bright in the dimly-lit room.  Her brown hair was a bit mussed,
her braids spread out across the pillow, their ends still damp from the
bath.  She gently cradled my heavy sack in one hand while the fingers of
the other combed through my pubes.  I reach back and found the junction of
her legs with one hand to stroke her vulva.  The smooth, hairless skin was
hot and damp beneath my fingers.  Her baby clitty was just poking out a
little.  I pressed gently and she shivered and giggled around her mouthful
of adult penis.

   Watching my ten-year-old niece fellate me, I was panting and I could
already feel the pressure starting to build behind my nuts.  Watching Karen
earn her money and briefly screwing her tight adolescent cunt had more than
primed me for Renee's prepubescent charms.  I let myself fall backwards and
to one side.  My cock slid out of her mouth with an audible pop, spraying
spit and precum on the pillow and into her hair.  Renee knew what I wanted,
and knew what she wanted as well, and she rolled over on top of me.  She
laughed as I kissed the pads of her toes and licked the soles of her feet
in turn, then I grabbed a skinny ankle in each hand, spread her legs and
pulled.  Her belly and chest slid against my cock as she helped, squirming
downwards.  I shifted my grip higher and higher on her legs until finally
her hairless cunt was close enough to smell.  It was different since the
last time, just like her new boobies - spicier and stronger, but still
sweet.  Finally I put a palm on each firm cheek, spreading them gently, and
snaked out my tongue to swipe along the thin, shiny pink gash that was all
that showed of her inner lips.

   "Oooo!" Renee sighed.  "Lick me, lick my cunt!  That feels good, ahhh!"
She knew how much I loved it when she verbalized; I had taught her that
only the second time I had ever molested her.  She was ever my eager
student and partner, absolutely unselfconscious and uninhibited in taking
and giving sexual pleasure.  She lost her words, though, when I buried my
face in her tiny snatch, slurping at the stiffening pebble of her clit and
rubbing my nose against her tightly closed vagina.  For my part, I closed
my eyes and let her wonderful taste and smell, and the feel of her smooth
bare skin pressing the length of my body fill my senses.

   This was my favorite position because I could caress Renee's entire body
while drinking her preteen nectar.  I wrapped my arms around her, stroking
her back from her neck down to the cleft between her firm buttocks.  I
played with her braids, I stroked her sensitive underarms as she raised up,
arching her back and gasping when I playfully nipped at her clitty.  I
briefly slid my thumb along her slit, lubricating it and then pressing
between her cheeks to massage the pink star of her anus.  "Yeah!  Yeah!"
she breathlessly urged me on as I felt the ring of muscle relaxing and
clenching.  Then she let her head drop and it was my turn to gasp as I felt
the tight, hot ring of her lips slide over my cockhead and halfway down the
shaft.  One small hand went underneath my sack and the other wrapped around
the root of my engorged penis as she began expertly sliding her tongue
around and around.

   I had been on the brink for too long and almost immediately I felt my
testes draw up in the prelude to orgasm.  But Renee felt it too, and from
long practice knew exactly what to do.  She squeezed my shaft hard in one
hand and with the other dug her fingers into the sensitive skin just behind
my scrotum.  "Uuuuurgh!" I grunted as my rising ejaculation was dammed. 
Pleasure and pain stabbed through my groin and my whole body tensed.  Renee
held her grip and relaxed her mouth, letting my pulsing cock rest on her
tongue and giving just enough suction to keep drool from spilling down her
chin.  I shuddered and dove into her slit with redoubled force, slurping at
the thin, taut inner lips and sucking hard on her now fully-exposed pretty
pink clitoris.

   Just as my forestalled climax was ebbing, Renee reached her first
orgasm. "OooOOOooo, Ooo!  Ooo!  OOO!" she cried, spitting out my cock and
clamping her legs around my head.  I could feel her thigh muscles trembling
as her toes dug into the rumpled bedspread and her cunny spasmed.  I shoved
my tongue between her inner lips as they fluttered open until I could just
poke the taut drumskin of her hymen, and was rewarded by a fresh portion of
hot, tangy syrup.  She writhed against me.  We were both sweating now and
her belly felt slick and so warm moving against my chest.  "Yeahhhhhh," she
sighed out.  "That's fucking great," she exclaimed, looking back over her
shoulder at me with a naughty smile.

   I was shocked by her language.  "Renee, where did you learn...oh fuck,
never mind," I moaned as she noisily slurped my throbbing tool back into
her mouth.  "Toss me - ah!  a pillow." The child groped over her head and
handed one back.  I had been craning my neck uncomfortably so that I could
reach her cunt while at the same time give her access to my organ.  I
stuffed the pillow behind my head - much better.  Renee sucked noisily
while I lapped at her steaming slit with equal abandon.  Twice more over
the next ten minutes Renee felt my preorgasmic jerks and twice more she
stopped it with a remorseless grip until my groin ached and the inside of
my cock burned.  Each time she released her grip, she was rewarded with a
single squirt of watery ejaculate.  Each time her whole body twitched as
the hot liquid hit her soft palate.

   I had continued massaging the ten-year-old's anus with my thumb, but had
not penetrated her.  Suddenly she drew her legs up so that she was
squatting over my face and mashed her bald cunny against my chin.  Her
butthole relaxed and opened as she rose towards a second peak.  "Ooo, ooo,
ooo, ah, AH, AH AH DO MY BUTT NOW DO IT!" she squealed and suddenly
scrambled down the length of my body.  She briefly bent my aching cock
painfully downwards as she stretched out an arm and snatched the small
bottle of amyl nitrate off the nightstand.  I groped around me in the
tangled bedclothes until I found the mineral oil, uncapped it, and squirted
it wildly at my penis, splashing my entire crotch area.

   I surprised Renee by rolling off the bed.  My penis bounced wildly,
casting drops of lubricant everywhere.  I grabbed the naked little girl's
feet and dragged her across the bed on her stomach until her legs swung
free and her waist was at the edge of the mattress.  Her feet scrabbled for
purchase on the carpet.  She turned to look at me quizzically as she shoved
the bottle of Rush under her nose and inhaled deeply.  I couldn't wait any
longer.  I bent my knees, pressing my boner between her sweaty buttocks.  I
spread those delicious cheeks wide with one hand, exposing her backdoor,
and lined up my organ, wedging the blunt crown against her hot, twitching
sphincter.

   Renee threw her head back and howled as I pressed home.  "OooooOOOAAAWW
FUUUUUUUUUCK!" she keened as my adult penis pushed into the burning depths
of her rectum.  The hot ring clamped around me and slid over the crown and
down the length until I was buried entirely in the child's ass.  My thighs
squashed hers against the bed.  Her feet kicked as the pressure of my cock
pushed her much smaller body forward.  I wrapped my hands around her upper
back, my fingers squeezing her tiny boobies and flicking at the stiff knobs
of her swelling nips.  The child had her hands clasped in front of her
gripping the little glass bottle.  She dropped her head back down and her
ribs expanded as she sniffed deeply.

   I felt the burning ring of muscle clamp down around the base of my cock
then relax.  Fresh sweat popped out all over the child's smooth back as I
reared back and, grunting, began to thrust as hard as I could into her ass.
There was no time for finesse; I stabbed brutally over and over and over,
as I felt my long-suppressed orgasm gathering force.  Renee jerked each
time my sack slapped hard against her spread vulva.  "Hhhhhii!  Hhhhhii! 
Hhhhhii!" she panted as each thrust hammered against her diaphragm and
forced the breath from her.  Her voice got higher and higher until -
"OOOoooOOO!  OOO!  OOO!" - she raised her head again and her muscles
clamped down, then her entire body began trembling wildly.  Her eyes were
wide, showing white all the way around, and her mouth opened in a perfect
little circle as the drug coursing through her immature system boosted her
pleasure far beyond what a ten-year-old child should be capable of
experiencing.

   "ARGH!" I groaned as the first shot of my ejaculation burned its way
past the incredibly tight ring of the fourth-grader's sphincter and
splattered into her bowels.  All my muscles contracted with each spasm and
I fell forward, supporting myself on my elbows but pressed full-length over
my child lover, the top of her head under my chin.  I stabbed my cock into
her over and over as three months of longing boiled out of me.  Renee
grunted as the gooey liquid warmth spread inside her, lubricating and
easing the anal friction she had learned to enjoy so much.  A pearly froth
squished out around her violated anus, coating her spread cheeks and
matting my pubes.  My penis felt like a neon light inside, burning bright
with each squirt.  There was an almost unbearable ring of pleasure and pain
at the base where the child squeezed me unmercifully.

   After what seemed like an eternity my orgasm subsided.  I felt the
tension start to drain out of me.  I reached forward and took the bottle of
Rush from Renee's clenched hands and put it on the nightstand.  She spread
her arms out over her head, elbows bent, and turned her head to rest her
cheek on the rumpled spread.  Her back rose and fell with her slowing
breaths.  Pressed against her I could feel her heart hammering.  She
squirmed her tight little butt against me.  I lifted up and ran my hands
down the smooth damp skin of her back.  My eyes drank in the beautiful
sight of her child-sized ass split wide and penetrated by my adult
thickness.  One hazel eye looked at me.  "Ow," the fourth-grader said in an
incongruously matter-of-fact tone.

   Her sphincter was reddened, slightly swollen, and surrounded by a white
froth.  It clung to my shaft as I started to withdraw.  "No!" she said,
rolling over on one elbow to look at me full-face.  "No," she repeated more
softly, "don't take it out yet.  I like it.  It's sore but it's all warm
and gooshy inside."

   I smiled at her childish description of how my semen felt filling her
bowels.  "OK, but I can't stand like this, my legs are getting tired." I
leaned over and slid my arms underneath Renee's stocky body, and stood up
so that I held her with my arms wrapped just below her titties and she was
still deeply penetrated.  She grunted and raised her knees as her insides
shifted around me.  I hadn't gone soft at all and I sighed in pleasure at
the feel of my ten-year-old niece impaled on my penis.  With a little more
maneuvering we ended up in the center of the bed.  I was propped up against
the headboard and Renee reclined against me.  Her legs were spread, knees
bent and feet turned outwards with her soles pressing against my shins.  We
sighed together as she settled down against me, tensing and relaxing her
butt cheeks and squeezing my tool until she was comfortable.

   I buried my nose in her wavy brown hair and sniffed.  She smelled
delicious, like flowers and clean little-girl sweat, but also like cunt
juice and cum, the perfect mix of innocence and sex.  I flexed my cock and
she grunted as it swelled in her bottom.  I stroked my hands up and down
her body, caressing her neck, palming her plum-sized preteen titties,
kneading her chubby belly and feeling the firm muscles underneath.  She
giggled and squirmed, then grunted again as my organ moved inside her. 
"That tickles."

   "This is awesome, Renee," I murmured, bending to kiss her ear and the
back of her neck.  "I love that we're lovers." She leaned forward and I
began to rub her smooth back gently, marveling at how slight she was.  My
other hand drifted down between her legs and she murmured pleasure and
spread her legs wider as I gently traced the damp line of her slit, pausing
to circle the small bud of her clitoris.  "I didn't know you'd kept your
penis from vacation last Christmas.  I hope you hide it good."

   "Uh huh," she nodded vigorously.  "It's in the back of my closet where
the floor comes up." I nodded; she was referring to a makeshift access
panel to some amateur plumbing work a previous owner of their house had
done.  "I just take it out sometimes and wear it when Mommy and Daddy
aren't home."

   "Why?" I asked.

   Renee ducked her head, suddenly shy.  "I dunno.  I just...like to look
at it." Her ten-year-old mind was groping for words.  "I take my clothes
off and dance in the mirror.  I pretend I have a real one and...I feel good
inside." She paused.  "Is that weird?"

   "No, honey, I don't think it's weird at all.  It's different, but I
already know what a special little girl you are.  And you know better than
to tell anyone else, right?"

   "Duh!" She rolled her eyes at me.  "Except for...never mind." Even in my
post-coital lassitude that alarmed me a bit and I started to probe more
deeply - metaphorically, this time - when the bathroom door opened.  I
hadn't even noticed when the shower had stopped, but Karen had completed
her ablutions.  She stood naked, blinking in the dim light of the muted
television.  Her skin was pink from the heat.  The scratches on her sides
had faded and her cunt, though still swollen and wide open, looked less
irritated.  Her face was clean of makeup and her hair was brushed out and
pulled into a simple ponytail.  As her eyes adjusted and she took in her
younger sister cuddled in my arms, her legs moving slightly as I gently
masturbated her, I saw her shoulders slump and the same sad, wistful
expression settle on her childish features.

   Karen stooped gracefully to pick something up, then crossed the room and
put one knee on the bed.  Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. 
"Renee...please?" she said plaintively.  In her hand was the strapon.  She
had picked it up from where Renee had skinned out of it earlier.

   "Renee?" I looked down at my younger niece.  She squirmed uncomfortably
and even the delicious feeling of her asshole rotating around my
penetrating organ didn't distract me.  She craned her neck back to look in
my eyes, and her expression was abashed.

   "That's the other thing," she said softly.  "Sometimes Karen wants me
to..." she paused, her voice dropping even further.  "You know...do
it...with her.  Like if she's been whoring and someone was mean..."

   I looked from one child to the other.  They were both blushing.  Well, I
certainly didn't want them to be embarrassed by a little lesbian
transsexual incest.  "You did that once before," I said nonchalantly,
referring to the beach party last year.  "What's the big deal?"

   "But that was just 'cause you asked, and Karen was crying!" Renee burst
out.  "I...when we do it now I...it feels good...I like it." She couldn't
keep eye contact with me.

   "Oh, honey," I said.  I had stopped masturbating her and instead was
rubbing her narrow shoulders in what I hoped was a comforting fashion. 
"There's nothing wrong with feeling good.  That's what your body is for. 
You're making yourself feel good but you're helping your sister, too.  I'm
really proud of you."

   "Really?" Renee looked at me wide-eyed and her expression was so
vulnerable my heart melted.

   I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rocked her, squeezing her
tight.  Her cheeks flexed around my cock.  "Really." I tilted her chin back
and bent so that I could kiss her lips.  "I love you so much, Renee," I
breathed into her mouth.  "And you," I said brightly, looking over at
Karen. "You need a good fucking from your sister, huh?" Still blushing,
Karen nodded.  "Well, I have a great idea."

   It took a little bit of doing to get Renee's appliance properly attached
without disengaging from her, but it was worth it.  Within moments she
proudly sprouted the rubber cock from her lap, giggling self-consciously as
it waved in the air.  At my direction Karen stood over us, balancing with
her hands on my shoulders as she squatted.  Renee grasped her penis,
holding it as naturally as if she'd had one all her life, and aimed it at
Karen's gaping pussy lips.  All three of us sighed together as the older
girl gradually lowered herself until she was fully embedded, her labia
stretched and pressed against the strap-on's crotch plate.  Renee grunted
as her big sister's weight pressed her down hard onto my still-erect cock
and I caught my breath as the head bumped against some obstruction or curve
in the fourth-grader's bowel.

   I sat up, wrapping my arms around both girls.  Karen winced when her
breasts were crushed against Renee's collarbone.  The bruising was pretty
spectacular now, plum and green and sickly yellow discoloring her pale
golden skin.  I loosened my grip and put my hands on her shoulders instead,
and sat up some so Karen could wrap her arms around my back.  Renee reached
down and cupped Karen's ass cheeks, supporting her just enough so she could
slide her feet out and wrap her legs around us.  Then, slowly, clumsily,
the three of us started moving together.  It took a while but eventually we
found a rhythm.  Karen lifted slightly as I pulled my pelvis back, then she
dropped and I pushed forward so that both girls were stuffed full. 
"Ah...ah...ah," Karen sighed with each penetration.

   Renee leaned forward to nuzzle her big sister's neck, at the same time
raising her hand to caress her hair.  "Good little whore," she crooned. 
"Karen's a pretty whore, a whory whore, a silly whore..." Her voice took on
a sing-song cadence as she continued.

   I realized that Karen's sighs had turned to sniffles.  She was crying
again, but this time she was calm.  "Stanley..." she gasped out.  "He hurt
me.  He hurt me bad," she told Renee.

   "It's OK," Renee soothed her, as if she were talking to a toddler
instead of a child two years older and close to a foot taller.  "How did he
hurt you?"

   "He hit me...hit me on my babycunt.  Hit me hard, oh, it hurt so bad. 
And then..." Karen gulped, gathering herself.  "He made a dog fuck me!" It
spilled out of her in a rush.

   At this point I intervened.  "No, sweetie," I said calmly as I swiveled
my hips to drive my cock deeper into Renee's ass.  "He didn't make you. 
You let that dog fuck you.  You're a dog-fucking whore." Just the sound of
my own voice saying that made my stomach clench and my balls tighten.

   "No!" Karen protested.  She was blushing furiously through her tears. 
"I didn't...I tried to stop..."

   "You didn't try very hard," I replied, calmly but implacably.  "You
could have pushed the dog off but instead you opened your legs.  Yes, you
did, I saw it.  Everyone saw it." I continued as Karen shook her head. 
"You're a dog-fucking whore, but that's all right.  The dog liked it, and
so did you.  Everyone saw that, too."

   "No...no..." Karen cried harder, shaking and gasping and moaning.  Her
cunt squelched as fresh juice flowed out around her sister's prosthetic
penis and her hips were starting to jerk erratically.

   "Don't lie, Karen.  You don't want to lie to your sister, do you?" I
wanted to say more, to continue overpowering the confused child with my
version of events, but I was breathless now with lust, thrusting up harder
and harder as Renee's hot ass squeezed against me.  "Do you?" I insisted.

   "No..." Karen gasped out.  And she broke down, sobbing helplessly. 
"I'm...I'm a dog-fucking whore," she blubbered.

   "It's OK, Karen," Renee piped up.  "I love you.  You can fuck dogs,
or...or even elephants but I'll love you no...oh!...matter...ah!...WHAT!"
Renee half-shrieked the last word as I stiffened and lifted my ass off the
bed, shoving into her backside as hard as I could as my orgasm boiled over.
This one hurt more than the last, but it hurt gloriously as semen forced
itself past the clenching ring of her anus and the heat of climax
overwhelmed me.

   I slumped back, drenched in sweat and suddenly exhausted.  Renee
continued to ride my cock, though, milking the final spasms from me as
Karen's moans got louder and higher-pitched.  I was mostly asleep when the
older girl finally squealed and stiffened, and then fell over on her side.
The rubber cock slid out of her with an obscene squish and wobbled upright,
dripping with her creamy secretions.  Through slitted eyes I saw her curl
up and put her fist to her mouth, her eyes closing and face already
relaxing.  Renee grabbed the shaft of the prosthetic with one hand and
wormed the other underneath it.  She panted more and more loudly,
rhythmically pressing her hot, sweaty back against me.  I dozed to the
lovely wet sounds of female masturbation.  Her orgasm was the last thing I
felt as sleep overtook me.

   I woke sometime later with an urgent need to urinate.  Renee had
disengaged herself from me.  She and Karen were face-to-face, embracing on
their sides.  Karen had one leg thrown over her younger sister.  In the
blue light from the silent tv her pale skin contrasted with Renee's more
olive tone.  As I stood I saw that Karen's cunt was spread open and
shallowly penetrated by Renee's penis.  I peed and cleaned myself off a bit
and when I came out of the bathroom I realized that the girls were not
asleep, but carrying on an intense whispered conversation.  Karen wiped
tears from her face as Renee spoke, too softly for me to understand.  I
took a pillow and snuggled up behind Renee.  My thoroughly exhausted penis
nestled between her warm cheeks.  I threw my arm across both girls and
sleep claimed me again.