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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 7 (College Visit 7) (Mg, gg, ped, cons, tg,
oral, exhib) by Rufus Fugit

   The children were fucking.  That's what woke me up.

   Not all at once.  It had been a late and rather busy night for me so I
slept hard.  The first thing I became aware of, before I was really awake
at all, was the bed gently rocking beneath me.  Next came the unmistakable
sound of penetration, the slick, muted, rhythmic hiss of friction against
well-lubricated vaginal tissues.  And rising and falling in tandem Karen's
voice, the soft, high-pitched gasps, sighs, and whimpers of the preteen's
sexual pleasure.

   I took a deep breath as I swam closer to alertness, and yet another
sense joined the symphony - a delicious, spicy scent filled my nose.  At
age twelve Karen's cunt cream was gaining in pungency as she moved further
and further into puberty.  The bed reeked of sex, the sheets permeated by
the mingled stale smells of my semen, both children's juices, and all of
our sweat, but fresh waves of Karen's smell washed over me.  It's the most
primitive sense, you know, and it triggered the most primitive reaction -
my penis stirred against my thigh in my loose pajama bottoms.

   The thin hotel bedspread tickled my nose.  I rubbed it absently,
stretched, and opened my eyes to behold a perverse and thrilling site.  The
blackout curtains were pulled so the room was lit only by the muted
television.  The shifting light played over the two naked children sharing
my bed.  Karen was flat on her back.  Her long, coltish legs were splayed
wide, knees slightly bent, feet turned outwards.  Five delicate toes with
their chipping pink polish almost brushed my chin as they curled and
flexed; her head was at the foot of the bed with her waist-length blond
hair hanging to the floor.

   Ten-year-old Renee lay between her older sister's thighs.  The two girls
were belly-to-belly but Renee had her hands planted on either side of
Karen's lean torso, supporting herself and carefully not touching Karen's
abused breasts.  The teacup-sized mounds were covered in mottled bruises
and there were tiny scabs on either side of her swollen nipples.  Renee was
sporting a new pair of boobies herself; the plum-sized half-globes were
only recently sprouted and they jiggled ever so slightly as Renee's butt
rose and fell.  It was the depths of winter but even so her firm, round
cheeks were several shades darker than Karen's pale complexion, like her
dark brown braids contrasted against the older girl's dirty blond.  As I
watched those delicious cheeks clench and release, the pale strip of
elastic that held up her strap-on shifted, baring the very bottom of her
smooth, bald slit as it slid to bind against one chubby cuntlip.  From
where I lay I had a perfect view of the realistic molded latex, paler than
either child, sliding out of Karen's soaked cunny, then filling her up
again as Renee pressed down.

   My heart raced and my cock rose to full mast almost immediately.  It was
not just the incredibly perverse eroticism of the two preteens locked in
their incestuous embrace, but knowing the history that had brought us here.
Little more than a year ago, Karen had stood frozen in shock as she beheld
me ejaculating onto her little sister's face.  They had been normal little
girls.  Renee had never touched herself in a sexual way and Karen was only
making her first, fumbling - and guilt-ridden - experiments with
masturbation.  And that had been the lever I used to ensure her silence.  I
had shown her just how much pleasure her eleven-year-old cunny could give
her.  The intensity of her sexuality, far in advance of her tender years,
had shocked us both.  That was probably where it really started.  Her
silence was all I wanted at first, but when she put such a potent weapon in
my hand I couldn't help but use it, for my own amusement if for no other
reason.  Before long I had trapped the child in a cycle of ever-increasing
depravity.  The more her body learned to crave sexual pleasure, the deeper
her shame and fear of discovery became.  The crucial blow to her
self-esteem was convincing her not only that she was a whore, but that she
was so by God's design.  She took her faith as seriously as an
eleven-year-old could, and being told by an authority figure that the
confused maelstrom of shameful pleasure was what God wanted for her only
compounded the poor child's helplessness.  Now she felt guilty not only for
engaging in sex and enjoying it, but for being unable to accept God's will.
WIth the central certainty of her life destroyed she looked to me, the only
adult who knew her guilty secrets, for guidance.  And oh, how I guided her.
Within a few short weeks I had guided her to crouch naked in her elementary
school playground to fellate me; I had guided her brutal defloration in her
own living room, fucking her until it hurt her to walk; then came actual
prostitution, gang-bangs, selling herself to strangers - all of it she did
willingly enough, but hating herself for the desires she couldn't control.
And now, a year later, she had a secret bank account in five figures, all
earned by her burning preteen cunt.

   Karen inhaled as Renee lifted herself, putting her weight on her hands
and knees.  I licked my lips watching the younger girl's glutes and thighs
tense.  She had started studying aikido a few months ago and already her
leg muscles were showing a little definition.  There was an irregular
splotch of dried semen flaking on the inside of her cheeks, and one tiny
spot of rust-brown just above her perineum.

   "Ahhh!" Karen sighed explosively as Renee arched her back and drove the
dildo deeply once more into her big sister.  I admired the sweep of her
arched back, the play of her shoulderblades beneath the slightly sweaty
skin.  The children's bellies rubbed together softly.

   I'm not sure where she'd learned it, but Renee had become quite the
little cocksman.  She varied her stroke, now deep and slow, withdrawing
until just the tip of the latex toy spread Karen's lips; now short, brutal
stabs, making the older girl flinch and her long legs jump; now gyrating
her tight little butt and corkscrewing "her" penis, grinding her mound
against Karen's swollen, slick clitoris.  Karen jerked and writhed beneath
the smaller girl.  "Oh...ohhhh...oh!  Ow!  Oh!  Ow!  OW!" she groaned as
Renee thrust but when the little girl backed off, forced out "Keep going!"
between gritted teeth.

   Renee was almost cheek-to-cheek, murmuring in Karen's ear.  I sat up a
bit so I could hear.  "Do you like my penis, whore?" she was saying.  "Do
you like being fucked by my big penis?" Renee's round face was serious. 
Her cheeks were shiny with sweat and she was panting a bit with exertion,
but I didn't see any particular signs of sexual arousal in the
fourth-grader.  Her hairless cunt, what I could see of it, was dry. 
Instead there was a peculiar concentrated expression her face.  Her eyes
were wide, but her gaze was turned inward.  She was enjoying pleasuring her
sister, no question.  The enjoyment was born out of love for the older
girl, but also, I surmised, from the strange gratification she was drawing
from imagining herself the proud owner of a real penis.

   Karen, though, was another matter.  "Oh, yes," she gulped.  Renee was
following her instructions, concentrating on short, sharp, hard thrusts. 
Karen's spread legs twitched and jumped with each shock.  But was it pain
or pleasure she felt?  Her lips were peeled back from her teeth; was that a
grimace, or a sneer, or a grin?  "Oh, yes, oh, ow, OW, oh, jeez, oh, fuck
my babycunt, I'm a whore, so hot, oh so hot, oh, ohhhhhhh, OH!" She wrapped
her hands around the small of Renee's back, pulling their skinny hips
together and grinding her lightly-furred pubis against the strap-on.  She
spread her skinny legs wider, straightening her knees and digging her heels
into the bed.  Her sloppy cunt made slurping noises as juice squelched out
around the latex shaft, staining the rumpled bedclothes underneath the
children.  "Owwwww, jeez fuck me, fuck ME, fuck ME, oh GOD fuck MEEE!" Her
voice hitched and I realized she was crying, her emotions overwhelmed by
the pleasure boiling up from her engorged clitty and her stuffed vagina.

   "I love you, Karen," Renee whispered as she picked up speed, fucking
harder until she was almost bouncing on the bed.  The skin of the girls'
bare bellies slapped together.  "I love you, silly, nasty, silly, whory,
whore!  Love you whory whore, whory whore, whory whory dirty whore..."
Karen cried harder as a flush spread and deepened across her face, neck,
and upper chest.  Renee's head drooped and she looked down to watch the
penis pistoning noisily in and out, in and out of Karen's gaping cunt. 
Then she lowered her upper body until her lips just brushed against one
perky, bruised nipple.  Karen gasped loudly and squirmed, trying to break
the painful contact, but Renee opened her mouth and, gently but firmly,
seized the swollen pink nub in her teeth and bit down.

   "AAAAAAIIIIGGH!" Karen's body humped up in a rigid bow, coming off the
bed entirely except for her shoulders and heels.  The sheet, drenched in
her preteen cunt cream, clung to her backside.  Her eyes opened wide but
sightlessly and her lips peeled back from her teeth as her body jerked
violently in orgasmic spasms.  "AIE!  AIE!  AIIIIEEeeee..." She ran out of
breath and collapsed on the bed, shuddering all over as pleasure
overwhelmed her poor overtaxed body.  She locked her ankles and pressed her
heels against the small of Renee's back, holding herself deeply penetrated
as her body trembled rapidly and tears poured down the sides of her face.
The twelve-year-old tossed her head from side to side, moaning
unintelligibly and plastering strands of her long hair to her damp
forehead.

   After a long two minutes Karen finally went limp, exhausted from her
orgasm.  I realized I'd been holding both my breath and my cock and I let
them go.  Of the three of us, only Renee was unfazed.  She sat back on her
ankles, withdrawing her strapon from Karen's ravaged cunt with a loud
slurp. The dildo bounced in the air, casting drops of Karen's cunt cream
onto her stomach.  Karen shuddered as it pulled out but Renee was already
clambering off the bed.  She scampered into the bathroom and returned with
the tube of medicated anesthetic lotion.  She stood by the side of the bed
and squirted a generous glob onto Karen's gaping vulva.  It was still
swollen and red but the rash was fading - she had scratched off most of the
top layer last night in her drug-addled frenzy, leaving moist, new skin
that oozed just a bit of clear liquid.  However, her tender labia and her
clit were dotted with dozens of tiny pinprick scabs, the result of the
brutal spanking Stanley had administered with a wire brush.

   Karen groaned softly and shivered as Renee gently massaged the cream
into her big sister's crotch.  Her breathing slowed and deepened as Renee
worked.  The fourth-grader's artificial penis bobbled and bounced off the
mattress.  Finally she patted Karen's cunt gently and leaned over to kiss
the older girl gently on the forehead.  Karen responded with a soft snore.

   "She'll sleep for awhile," Renee said to me.  "I'm hungry, can we get
pancakes for breakfast?" Her words hardly registered.  I was drinking in
the sight of my ten-year-old niece, naked except for the fake penis jutting
out from her crotch.  It was ludicrously oversized on her short figure.  It
was shiny with her big sister's secretions, as were her thighs and her
abdomen.  The television light glinted off the moisture where her belly
narrowed down to the V of her concealed vulva.  Her barely formed titties
rode high on her chest, their fat nipples jiggling as her breathing slowed
to normal.  I stood up.  I was wearing my pj bottoms but my penis poked out
of their open fly, of a similar size with the child's prosthetic but about
at the level of her neck.

   I stepped forward, angling my tool up so that the head slid up her chin,
smearing my precum on her lips.  "Oh, Renee, you're so sexy, suck my cock
for me, I want to feed you my juice, wanna squirt in your mouth..."

   But Renee clamped her lips against my hot flesh and shook her head.  Her
braids swung as she pushed against my thighs and stepped back.  "I said,
I'm hungry.  I don't wanna do sex now, my butt still hurts from last
night." And she flounced over to the closet, leaving me literally standing
with my dick in my hand.  As I stood there bemused she rummaged in her
suitcase.  She bent to step into a pair of pink and white striped panties,
then turned to face me.  The panties rode low, just below the slight pudge
of her belly over her hipbones.  The upper half of the strapon was visible
above the elastic lace, pressed against her stomach and centered exactly
above the little bow attached to the front of the undergarment.  The
realistic scrotum bulged the cotton-lined crotch.  Her plum-sized boobies
were high on her narrow chest.  Her unraveling braids framed her round face
as she tilted her head slightly, looking quizzically at my drooling cock
pointed directly at her.  "Are you a perv?" she asked.

   I couldn't help smiling at her matter-of-fact tone.  "Where'd you hear
that word?"

   "My friend Raj.  He says that a grownup that likes to touch kids is a
perv.  He says pervs hurt kids, too."

   "I don't hurt you, do I?"

   "Yeah, you do.  My butt burns a really lot, it's going to be sore all
day."

   The fourth-grader had a point.  "Well, but I didn't hurt you just to
hurt you.  You had a great orgasm last night, right?  I always want you to
feel really good because you're my lover."

   "So if you don't hurt on purpose, you're not a perv?"

   "Oh, no, I'm definitely a perv," I smiled again.  "And so are you.  All
it really means is that you like doing sex differently...well, just
differently from the person who's calling you a perv."

   "Raj doesn't do any kind of sex at all yet.  He thinks it's gross."

   "That's one of the things that makes you special - hardly any kids your
age don't think it's gross.  But that makes you a perv, too, especially
when you wear your penis like that.  I've never heard of another little
girl anywhere that liked having a penis."

   Renee's brow lowered and she looked up at me.  Her hazel eyes appeared
very dark in the dim light.  "But...it's ok, right?" she half-whispered. 
Her face was open and it was clear she was worried about my answer.

   "Of course it is, honey." I stepped forward and gathered her in a hug.
My cock pressed against the warm skin of her chest, but I did my best to
ignore the lust it provoked, concentrating instead on the tenderness I
felt. It was unusual for Renee to show anything but a completely
self-confident face to me or the rest of the world.  I bent to kiss the top
of her head.  "You are perfect just the way you are.  But you know it has
to be a secret, right, just like our sex is?  Because Mommy and Daddy and
other grownups would make you stop."

   "And like fucking Karen?"

   "Right, that too.  About that...wait, are you going to wear your penis
to breakfast?"

   "Can I?"

   I considered for a second, then pulled a largish pullover shirt from her
suitcase and held it up to her bare chest.  "Sure, why not?" Renee
struggled into the red turtleneck then finished dressing in embroidered
jeans, her shiny vinyl snowboots, puffy coat and a multicolored knit
snowboarding cap with earflaps.  We headed out, leaving her big sister
sprawled naked on the bed in the center of an enormous wet spot.  Thick
cream still oozed slowly from Karen's gaping cunt.  Her mound and swollen
clitoris rose and fell slightly with her breathing as she slept.

   Sitting in the car, waiting for it to warm up and thaw the ice that
opaqued the windows, I started a game.  "Hey there, is that your penis,
little girl?" I asked Renee, pressing my hand on her belly until I could
feel the bulge through her clothing.

   Renee beamed and spread her short legs wide on the seat, opening her
coat and lifting her shirt to expose her tummy - and the top of the sex toy
she was wearing - in the frigid air.  "Yup!" she exclaimed proudly.

   "Wow, that's a really nice penis!  I like it, it's really big!  Can I
play with your penis?" Renee gigglingly assented and I continued in that
vein.  I wrapped my hand around the latex prosthesis and mimed jacking it,
wiggling it around and shaking it, all the time praising "her" organ in an
exaggerated singsong voice.  Renee laughed and wiggled in her seat belt but
her cheeks glowed and her eyes shone with a pleasure beyond just the joke.
I kept my hand in the ten-year-old's crotch as we started the slow drive to
the breakfast place but I only touched the strapon, not her warm skin and I
definitely didn't dig into her panties for her actual treasure.

   There was patchy ice all over the streets so I was driving very
carefully, but I nearly skidded into a pole when I felt a small, warm hand
slide under my coat and grope between my own legs.  "Hey there, is that
your penis, mister?" Renee mimicked me as she squeezed gently.  The
combination of the unexpected fondling and her fake-innocent voice shot my
blood pressure through the roof.  Renee laughed aloud as I gasped and the
car swerved a little.

   Holy smokes, it was awesome!  Renee was so experienced, she knew just
what I liked - no wonder, since I'd carefully groomed her for a year before
coaxing her into actual sex, when she'd proved an eager partner - but she
still had a child's playfulness, and that came through now as she pretended
to an innocence that was long gone.  "Wow, that's a really nice penis,
mister!  Can I play with it?" I spared a glance from the road.  Her eyes
were dancing and her face was split with a grin.  I gulped and nodded and
before I knew it the little girl had dived sideways on the seat.  Her hands
fumbled at the snap of my jeans and then I felt cold little fingers tugging
at my underwear and - whoa - skimming down my shaft.

   My organ swelled until I felt like the skin would split open as I was
gently masturbated by the giggling fourth-grader.  She tugged my underwear
down below my balls and proceeded to fondle up and down with one hand while
she gently twisted the other around and around my glans, which quickly
became slippery with precum.  My heart was pounding and my foot trembled on
the accelerator.  It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road as
Renee chuckled and cooed in her baby voice.  "I like your penis, it's ever
so big!  Wonder what it tastes like?" And oh shit, the next thing I felt
was the flick of her tongue against my frenum.  I took an extra spin around
the block while the fourth-grader nipped and nibbled and licked at my
erection until it was slick with her saliva and precum and chilling in the
cold air.  I could feel my cum start to rise, but so could Renee.  Ten
years old and playing the baby, she nevertheless recognized the signs of
impending male orgasm.  "Uh-uh, no squirties before breakfast!" she
declared and sat up prim and proper.  I pulled into the parking lot and
there we sat, adult and child bundled up against the cold except for our
penises - mine real and twitching in the cold, hers rubber but larger -
standing straight up from our open trousers.  We looked at each other as I
shut off the engine and burst into laughter.

   "Dare ya to go inside like that!" I said to Renee between chuckles. 
"Dare you!" she shot right back.  And so - yes, it was taking a ridiculous
chance - that's what we did.  With our jeans buttoned but our flies open
and our wieners poking up underneath our zipped coats we waddled
hand-in-hand into the warm air of the breakfast restaurant.  We took the
farthest booth and sat side-by-side with our backs to the room.

   It was an interesting meal.  We spent a good part of it trying to reach
underneath each others' coats at strategic moments to make the other snort
their breakfast out their nose.  I was definitely at a disadvantage as the
only player with skin in the game, so to speak.  I had my usual eggs
(scrambled) and bacon (crisp), toast, juice, and coffee.  Renee had a
waffle and sausage links.  In between screwing around, though, we had some
serious conversation.  Renee was at the age where her views on morality and
behavior were pretty black and white; her memories of Stanley from when she
was a toddler were good and she was having trouble wrapping her head around
his recent actions which Karen had told her about in more detail while I
slept.  And she was positively outraged when I mentioned how he threatened
to post video of Karen's encounter with the dog on the internet.  "He
better not!" she declared.  "If Mommy and Daddy see it they'll make Karen
stop whoring, and then she'll be all sad again.  What'll she do if she
can't fuck when she needs to?" I agreed the situation was serious and I
tried to make her understand that most people had good bits and bad bits
all mixed together.  She was chewing that over and I was trying to figure
out how to deal with Stanley during the trip back home, which all made the
drive back to the hotel fairly subdued.

   It was still too early to call Stanley and fortunately our plans had
been made before the trip - he was to be packed up and ready to go by
midafternoon.  We were to head for home then, get as far as we could, stop
and spend one more night in a hotel.  If we made decent time today, we
should get back right around dinnertime tomorrow.  Stanley was going to
spend the first few of days of his winter break with Jenny and Rob, then
travel on to visit his birth parents for the rest of it.  So I had that
long to change the boy's attitude but I still had no idea how to go about
it.

   Karen was still asleep, naked in the middle of the damp sheets.  The
room reeked of her cunt.  She had rolled over onto her stomach.  She was
lying on one down-thrust arm.  Her legs were open and her hand cupped her
gaping cunt.  She was stroking herself erratically as she slept, sighing
and twitching her legs.  I looked at my watch.  "Hmm, the stores will be
open," I muttered half to myself.  "How about this, Renee?  Let's do some
shopping.  I think your sister deserves some presents to make her feel
better.  By the time we get back it'll be time to pack up, then we can swim
until Stanley's ready to go." I left Karen a note along with a
twenty-dollar bill on the nightstand so she could order something to eat
when she woke up.

   The nearby mall was kind of small and seedy - the town wasn't big enough
to support a major shopping destination, a regional center had opened not
long ago in the next county over, and the recession had kind of pushed
everything downhill.  Still, there were enough shops open that I figured we
could find what we needed.  First thing, I wanted to set up a little
surprise for Renee.  As she released her seatbelt I leaned over and grabbed
the ten-year-old's crotch, squeezing the rubber cock she still wore beneath
her jeans and pressing it lightly against the warmth of her preteen cunt.
"You still wearing your penis?" I asked.  She rolled her eyes at me, well,
duh.  That eye-roll was the best evidence so far that my little sex partner
was approaching adolescence.  We had undone her braids before we left and
retied her hair into a simple ponytail, then pinned it up beneath her
snowboarding cap, leaving her neck bare above the collar of her polyfill
coat.  "I dare you to wear it the whole time we're in the mall." Renee
looked at me suspiciously.  Since she was already wearing it now she
figured there had to be a catch but she couldn't see what it might be.  I
pressed her a bit and she good-naturedly (if a bit reluctantly) took the
dare.

   We dashed through the cold to the mall entrance.  Once inside I
consulted the directory.  The fluorescent lighting made the interior look
shabbier than it really was, but the tile floor was dull and the empty
storefronts were dark and grimy-looking.  First on our way was the
Spencer's where we found some padded handcuffs.  I consulted Renee on color
and she agreed Karen would prefer the blue fake fur over the pink or acid
green.  Next was a Hot Topic-ish knockoff, where I left Renee perusing some
studded collars to make a quick stop in the Rat Shack next door.  After
purchasing Renee's choice our next stop was the pet superstore where we
collaborated on selecting a rhinestone-studded leatherette leash that
matched the cuffs.

   Renee clutched the bags in one hand.  I took her other one and led her,
not back towards where we came in as she expected, but into the discount
department store that was the mall's one remaining anchor.  As we threaded
our way to the girls' clothing department I said, "You deserve something
for being such a good sister.  Not every kid would understand if her sister
was such a total whore like Karen." I found some racks of dresses in her
size range.  "You're starting to grow up a bit, too," I continued.  At
present Renee's only dresses were, well, dressy - for church and such.  For
daily wear she preferred jeans, shorts, some skort/culottes/whatever they
call them now, with tshirts and the occasional more feminine blouse.

   I perused the selection.  I'd heard a lot of parents of girls
complaining about the proliferation of slutwear for preteens, to the
exclusion of nearly everything else.  That didn't seem to be the problem
here, even though given the time of year I was looking at the spring and
summer collections.  What annoyed me more than that was the
commercialization - Miley Cyrus' simpering face was nearly everywhere, and
High School Musical seemed to fill most of the gaps.  Still, I was able to
find several designs that Jenny would approve of.  From those Renee chose a
selection in various shades of her favored purple.  I further canvassed the
racks for the range of sizes I thought were about right.

   The fitting room area was deserted - indeed, the entire store was pretty
empty - so stealth wasn't necessary for me to slip in with my fourth-grade
niece.  I was pleased to note that the cubicle doors were not saloon-style
- no gap at the bottom exposing patrons' feet and shins - though the walls
were only seven or eight feet high, open to the big-box store's ceiling
much further above us.

   Once inside I hung the dresses on the wall while Renee tossed her hat
and coat on the bench.  I turned to see her hopping on one foot as she
pulled off first one, then the other snowboot.  She unsnapped her jeans but
before she could shimmy out of them I grasped the hem of her turtleneck
shirt and pulled it up.  She raised her arms and made a muffled sound as
the tight neck pulled over her head and popped off, somewhat deranging her
pinned-up ponytail.  She shook her head while I tugged her jeans down her
straight hips and let them puddle around her ankles.  She stepped out of
them and stood clad only in a pair of fuzzy wool socks and her
pink-and-white striped panties.  The halogen lights far overhead cast
bright, shadowless white light down on us.  It was a little cool in the
store and as my eyes traveled the length of her beautiful pre-pubescent
body, I noticed that the nipples on her tight little boobies were crinkled
and poking out.  And there was her penis.  My breath caught in my throat at
the sight of the stiff rod bulging out her little girl panties.  The top
half of the latex shaft stuck straight up out of her waistband, the top of
it pressing into the slight pudge of her belly and covering her innie
navel, pointing directly up between her nascent breasts.

   I was staring.  Renee looked up at me quizzically.  "What?" she said. 
She simply had no idea how breathtakingly, bizarrely beautiful she looked,
half-naked with an adult-sized penis sprouting from her undeveloped pubis.
I stepped forward until we were almost touching, putting my left hand on
the smooth, warm skin between her shoulderblades to keep her from stepping
back.  I looked down at her, then wormed my other hand between us and
grabbed the head of the dildo in loosely curled fingers and wiggled it
gently back and forth.  "Is that your penis, little girl?" I whispered.

   Renee's head jerked back and she looked in my eyes.  Her boobies rose
and fell rapidly as she breathed through her mouth.  "Yes," she whispered
back.

   "It's a very nice penis," I returned.  I dropped to my knees and pushed
against the child's thighs gently, backing her up until she sat on the
cubicle's bench.  I put one hand on each knobby knee - there was a healed
scab on the right one - and gently pried them apart.  I locked eyes with
the beautiful ten-year-old as I bent forward, leaning down until I could
swipe my tongue up the four inches or so of the tube above the waistband of
her panties.  I licked my lips.  The flavor of Karen's cunt was strong on
the latex.  "Such a nice penis," I repeated.  "Can I suck your penis?"

   Renee's eyes were wide and shiny.  There were twin spots of red high on
her cheeks.  Her breath was audible, almost panting.  I could feel the heat
rising off her belly on my own face, smell her sweet little-girl smell. 
"Uh huh," she gasped out, nodding jerkily.

   Never breaking eye contact, I pulled forward on the strapon, angling it
out so that I could suck the end into my mouth.  Renee shivered as her
panties stretched open and the base pressed against her smooth mound.  The
muscles in her abdomen tensed and her thighs twitched as I made a ring of
my lips and began sucking rhythmically, rising and falling.  I wrapped one
hand around the dildo and pressed the other in the small of her back,
worming my fingers down to squeeze the top of her butt cheeks.  With each
stroke I put pressure on her bald cunny behind the appliance's crotch
plate. Memories danced behind my eyes, memories of much younger days, of
hairless penises like my own, of the sweaty smell of the bigger boys, of
surprise and dismay the first time a bigger boy grabbed my head and held me
as my mouth filled with sticky goo.

   Memory merged with reality as I felt two small hands tangle in my hair.
Renee was panting in earnest now, and the skin underneath her eyes was
shiny.  "You're a perv," she whispered down at me.  "You're sucking a kid's
penis."

   "YOU'RE a perv," I whispered right back.  "You're a little girl WITH a
penis." I lipped along the length of the shaft.  "And," I continued, "You
fuck your sister.  I can taste your sister's cunt on your penis.  Do you
like fucking your sister?" She managed a jerky nod.  "What part do you like
best about it?"

   "It...it makes her feel good.  I love her.  And..." The blush spread
across her face, but Renee wasn't shy about her childish sexuality, just
excited and maybe a bit confused at trying to put what she felt into words
for the first time.  "...And, I like using my penis.  I wish...I wish I had
a real one...and a boy would suck on it!" she finished in a rush.

   "Mmmm..." I mumbled, doing my best to mute the slurping sounds from my
mouthful of fake stiffy.  I was hunching myself, getting friction from my
own clothing against my own hard penis.  I had nostalgia and not much else
for sucking boycock but Renee's obvious excitement was contagious.  Still,
this was not the place to get carried away.  Reluctantly, I raised my head,
letting Renee's tool slap back against her belly, and stood, turning to
take the first dress off the hangar.  I adjusted myself as I turned back,
willing my erection to subside.

   The dress proved to be a size or two too small.  The skirt barely came
to the tops of Renee's chubby thighs.  From the back you could see the
bottom edge of her panties if she did anything but stand ramrod-straight.
Her brand-new boobies strained the fabric, and her strapon was a
ludicrously obvious bulge against her stomach.  I thought it was perfect -
yeah, perfect to get me thrown in jail for roughly thirty zillion years.

   Some of the other dresses fit better, and I made one trip back to the
rack to search for different sizes.  We finally settled on two that fit
well but allowed some growing room and were loose enough to hide Renee's
unusual attribute if she chose to wear it.  Both had skirts that fell about
halfway down the young girl's thighs.  One was pleated, a solid, darkish
purple with slightly puffed short sleeves and two buttons beneath a collar.
The other was a tie-dye in a jersey fabric, purple over a bold magenta,
almost more of a tunic than a dress with no waist except for a tie in back,
and three-quarter sleeves.  It was not clingy at all but the fabric was
thin enough that you could see a hint of the darker rounds of her nipples
if you looked closely.  One thing you could not see was any noticeable
bulge.  Renee looked great in it.  It flattered her
not-really-a-figure-yet. "Do you want to wear it right now?"

   "Can I?" the ten-year-old asked as she admired herself in the
three-panel mirror.  This was the first time I had ever seen her take much
interest in her own appearance; she definitely was starting to grow up.

   "Sure, just a sec." I kneeled and carefully removed the tag with the UPC
from the bottom of the skirt to give to the checker.  But then I reached up
under it and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, groping at the
realistically-molded scrotum below the dildo.  I shushed Renee as she
started to protest.  Working blind it was not that hard to pry open the
battery panel and pop out the long-dead cells.  I dug the blisterpack of
fresh ones out of the Shack bag, opened it, and inserted new ones.  Renee
tensed her thighs, squeezing against the pressure of my fingers.  With a
triumphant flourish, I flipped the switch.

   "Ooo!" Renee exclaimed, doing a little involuntary dance step.  Her
eyebrows shot up as the vibrator buzzed against the crotch plate of her
strapon.  "It...it's tickling...ah!" She bent her knees out and reached
both hands beneath her skirt.  Evidently she had forgotten that the strapon
had a vibrator.  It had run out of gas sometime during the night when she
wore it the first time.  That was a year ago now, a very long time when it
represents a tenth of your total lifespan to date.  I caught her hands and
held them, grinning as she jiggled in place, hopping from foot to foot as
the vibrations stimulated her undeveloped clitoris.

   I grinned down at her.  "Remember, you took the dare." I almost laughed
aloud at the look I got in return.  She knew I'd put one over on her, but
no way was she going to back out on a dare.  While she put her shoes, coat,
and hat back on I gathered up everything else.  I put her shirt and jeans
in one of our shopping bags.  As I opened the cubicle door I gave her our
rejects to hang back up.  Her skirt swished and her little butt twitched
side to side as she walked, not entirely straight, to the rack we'd gotten
them from.  We headed towards the check-out lines, but I deliberately moved
quite slowly.  Before we had gotten far the ten-year-old was clutching my
arm with both hands and there was a noticeable wobble in her step.  If I
listened very carefully I could hear the vibrator's low hum coming from
underneath her skirt.  I looked down at Renee fondly.  A muscle was jumping
in her jaw, right under those two pretty little moles.  She was blinking
rapidly, breathing hard through her nose.  Her face was starting to get
really flushed.  "How do you like your penis now, honey?" I whispered out
of the side of my mouth.

   "Ohhh," Renee breathed out, "My cunt is tingling really, really hard. 
I'm going to...to...OOO!" She squealed suddenly and squeezed my arm hard,
at the same time clamping her bare thighs together.  I quickly put my arm
around her shoulder to support her as her knees started to buckle.  A clerk
walking across the aisle stared at us curiously and I hustled us on.  My
prank had been far more successful than I'd ever thought.  I'd figured the
vibrations would be a tickle at best.  I hadn't counted on how attached
Renee had gotten to her, uh, attachment and how excited our time in the
dressing room had left her.

   Renee's face was red and sweaty and her eyes were glazed and vague as we
checked out.  She looked dazed enough that the checkout girl asked if she
was feeling all right.  "She's just getting over a little flu," I answered
while my preteen lover looked daggers at me.  Once we had paid Renee
grabbed my hand and practically dragged me down the mall.  She was
staggering just a little as the continuous vibration began to irritate her
sensitive tissues.  But she was a trouper, she didn't run into the restroom
to take it off before we got back to the car.

   As soon as she was belted in, though, before I even had the vehicle in
gear, she hiked her skirt up and spread her bare legs on the cold vinyl
seat, pulled her underpants to the side and yanked the strapon away from
her oversensitive privates.  She held the vibrating tool in one hand while
with the other she massaged her vulva.  "It burns," she complained.  "That
was mean!" But she wasn't really angry and when I chuckled she reluctantly
cracked a smile herself, then sighed as she gently petted and soothed her
smooth bald cunny.  Her inner lips were red and slightly swollen apart and
her clit was prominent at the top of her opening.  Her panties were
noticeably damp and as the car heater took hold I caught a faint whiff of
her aroused little pussy.

   "See, that's one advantage of wearing a skirt," I observed.  I patted
the fourth-grader on the inside of her naked thigh as I nudged the car into
traffic back towards the hotel.