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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 8 (Mg, ped, cons, mast, oral, anal, exhib,
humil) by Rufus Fugit

   Karen read aloud from The Hobbit.  Her voice had a kind of sulky
undertone even as she spoke with expression and verve.  It was a good
trick, but elementary for any preteen girl chafing under her elders'
directives.  The book was her assigned reading for the holiday break and
she'd been slacking.  Jenny had chuckled ruefully when she told me about
it. "She loves that elf-and-magic stuff so I figured she'd burn through it
the first day, but oh no, it's ASSIGNED and so that makes it the most
booooooooooring thing ever." She'd accompanied her imitation of Karen's
voice with an uncannily accurate eye-roll, forcing a guffaw from me and an
involuntarily matching eye-roll from Karen herself.  She'd flounced off
when her mother and I had both burst out laughing.

   Anyway, the sixth-grader had only been allowed to come on this trip on
the condition that the book be finished by the time we got home.  She'd
been kept a bit busy, as the battered state of her lithe, pubescent body
testified.  But I'd be the one catching heck from Jenny if the book wasn't
done and we certainly couldn't use "mama, I swallowed nine loads of cum,
got drunk and high and snorted some speed and then fucked a dog" as an
excuse.  Well, we could, and if we did it would certainly end the
discussion about homework procrastination but it would open up a whole new
topic that would be awfully uncomfortable.  For me, anyway.  So I'd
insisted that she spend our weather delay reading.

   I guess I wasn't that wise in the ways of sixth-graders because I'd
trusted her to follow my instructions when I took her sister with me and
Stanley down to the motel's indoor pool area.  I was still trying to
convince Stanley to lighten up and I hoped that Renee's presence would
help, and her absence would give her big sister one less distraction. 
Plus, of course, the ten-year-old looked really sexy in her bathing suit.
It was last summer's one-piece in horizontal stripes of dark green and
blue. It was cut a bit low in back, revealing the ten-year-old's shoulder
blades and the upper half of her spine.  Her olive skin was smooth and warm
under my touch and I could feel her muscles moving as she walked.  She was
a strong little girl, still with a bit of preteen pudge but a year and a
bit of martial arts training was already firming up her cute, stocky body.
The suit had a frilly little skirt (or a skirty little frill) around the
waist.  It was obviously purely decorative.  With her recent growth spurt
it left the snug crotch fully exposed.

   Not that I could see all that as we sat in the hot churning water of the
jacuzzi.  Stanley sat to my left, Renee to my right.  Her brown hair was
pulled back into a ponytail and pinned up in a sloppy knot at the nape of
her neck.  I sighed in pleasure as I sank to my neck in the water.  Renee
giggled as I took advantage of the obscuring foam to enjoy my favorite
feature of her swimsuit.  The crotch seam had started to unravel and there
was a hole exposing a dime-sized patch of smooth, hairless labia, the right
one.  I gently wiggled my fingertip against the hot, slick girlflesh. 
Renee squirmed at my touch and returned the favor, pressing her hand flat
in my lap.  The pressure, the water jets, the feel of the child's hand
sliding the wet nylon of my board shorts against my stiffening tool made me
sigh in pleasure.  Renee was such a wonderful child lover, eager and
playful yet mindful of the need for secrecy.  I had thoroughly sexualized
the preteen but she was smart and controlled in her expression - teasing
each other in public just to the point of giving away but not beyond had
become a favorite part of our sex games.

   Stanley, on the other hand, sat rigidly straight.  His breastbone was
clearly outlined under the pale skin of his bony chest.  The small patch of
dark hair between his pecs made him look young and vulnerable.  He started
when I reached up to rest a hand on his skinny shoulder.  "You really ought
to give Karen a break, you know.  Even after the way you treated her, she
still loves you.  She's always looked up to you and she still does."

   His expression hardened and he thrust out his receding jaw.  "Fucking
slut," he gritted out.  "I hate her."

   I sighed and opened my mouth to respond but Renee cut me off.  "Karen's
not a slut!" she declared, pushing my hand away from her juvenile cunny and
bouncing upright.  Water sluiced off her ripening body and splashed in our
faces.  She jumped in front of Stanley.  Her fetching butt cheeks jiggled
at my eye level as she found her balance and the water lapped at her smooth
crotch.  Her eyes looked very green in this light and they flashed as she
planted a fist on her waist and shook a finger in her foster brother's
face. "She's a whore!" Renee continued, explaining as if to a particularly
slow classmate, "She's a whore, and she likes fucking, and she's really
really good at it...eee!" Renee squealed because, anxious to keep her from
being overheard in the tiled, echoing space, I grabbed her thigh and pulled
her off-balance and down into my lap.  I sat up straighter and wrapped my
arms around the wriggling fourth-grader, fitting her head under my chin and
pressing her wet, warm, body against mine.  I couldn't resist grinding my
erection briefly against the child's delicious ass.  Renee felt it and
pushed back, smirking up at me before turning a serious face back to
Stanley.  I "ssssh"d a reminder into her ear and she spoke more quietly. 
"Why are you mean to her, just because she's a whore?  She likes you, you
know.  She told me.  You know how much she likes you?  She'll fuck you for
free, and she doesn't fuck ANYONE for free."

   Confusion, anger, disgust all played across Stanley's face.  He opened
his mouth and closed it a couple of times before he figured out what he
wanted to say.  "But...she's just a little girl!" was what finally emerged.
Pretty lame, considering that he was discussing sex and prostitution openly
with an even littler girl.

   "So?" Renee shot back.  "Little girls can be whores too," she said,
repeating what she'd learned the summer before last.  In the bizarre world
of sexual abuse I'd indoctrinated her and her sister into, it was true.  "I
know someone who was a whore when she was even littler than me!" True,
also, though I notice she didn't mention that it hadn't actually made the
adult Moira a model citizen.

   "She's still your sister, man," I cut in.  "So she likes to fuck.  So
what?  You like to fuck, too, don't you?  Does that mean we shouldn't like
you?" We were all flushed from the hot water so I almost missed it, but
Stanley's face went an even brighter red.  Enlightenment, if not
understanding, dawned.  "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

   "What's a 'virgin'?" Renee piped up, and I couldn't help it, I burst out
laughing.  She so perfectly mimicked her own voice that day over a year ago
when we sat with a drenched and naked Karen shivering between us in my
truck and I had first declared that the older girl was a whore.  Renee
hadn't known that word, either.  Then.

   I spoke softly into the little girl's ear.  "A virgin is someone who
hasn't ever fucked.  You're a virgin 'cause even though we do stuff, I've
never put my thing in your cunny."

   Renee was incredulous.  Forgetting to keep her voice down she burst out,
"You've never fucked?  But you're OLD!" I was laughing too hard to shush
her so I had to just clap my hand over her mouth.  She squirmed, then dug
her fingers into the ticklish spot under my ribs and the conversation
dissolved into a wrestling match.  She pushed my head under with both
hands. Instead of fighting back I grabbed her chubby thighs and pried them
apart.  I hooked two fingers into the crotch of her suit and pulled it to
one side, baring that lovely virgin cunt.  I fastened my mouth over her
smooth vulva.  With a water jet blowing directly in my ear I licked upwards
at her tightly closed slit until I reached the little keyhole notch at its
apex, then blew bubbles against her tiny clit.  She shrieked and bounced
upright.

   But then a bigger splash and surge knocked me away from between my
ten-year-old niece's thighs.  I surfaced, spluttering, to see Stanley
heading for the exit.  He hadn't even bothered to change, just tied a towel
around his swimsuit and draped another over his shoulders and grabbed his
things.  Damn.  I'd probably just made things worse.  Renee looked after
him, her expression perplexed.  She was a bright little girl and I could
see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to figure out yet another
incident of inexplicable adult behavior.  "Is...is he jealous of Karen?"
she finally ventured, "'Cause she gets to fuck and have fun sex all the
time and he never has?"

   "Well..." I replied, turning her to face me in the roiling water,
"There's more to it than that, but I think that's part of it.  You are such
a smart girl!" A quick glance around showed no one watching us so I risked
pulling the child to me for a quick kiss.  I didn't have to take the lead;
Renee thrust her tongue into my mouth, pistoning it in and out.  Her
technique was enthusiastic and sloppy, just like her fellatio.  Below the
waterline I squeezed her butt cheeks with one hand and wormed fingers up
and down her exposed slit with the other.  She gasped into my mouth as I
flicked her baby clitty out of hiding, but then she broke the kiss and
pushed herself away with hands on my shoulders.

   "I'm going to talk to him.  He has to stop being mean to Karen!" And
suiting action to her word the stocky ten-year-old levered herself out of
the jacuzzi, almost before I had time to thumb the stretched fabric of her
swimsuit back over her hairless clam.  I had to call her back and make her
towel off a bit before stepping out into the much cooler air of the
hallway. I secured a towel around her still-childish hips and she grabbed
her backpack and ran out.  I heard the slap of her bare feet fading down
the corridor.

   I sat in the water for a few more minutes then headed back to the room I
shared with the girls - I had gotten Stanley his own room on a different
floor - and that's when I discovered how well Karen had followed my
instructions which was, not at all.  She was sitting up cross-legged on the
bed watching tv.  The drapes were drawn and besides one bedside lamp the
only illumination was the flickering screen.  It was the Disney channel,
that stupid Hannah Montana show.  The dim bulb showed the knobs of Karen's
spine beneath her cropped pajama top.  Her oval face with its snub nose and
high forehead was limned in the tv's bluish light.  Her eyes were intent
and her delicate jaw was clenching and unclenching.  The insipid tv show
certainly wasn't worth that level of concentration but as I stepped to peer
over her shoulder I saw what was.  Karen had one hand wormed up the leg of
her thin pj shorts.  Her knuckles moved rhythmically beneath the thin
fabric as she caressed herself, masturbating vigorously enough to make the
bed shake slightly.

   Karen was lost in her pursuit of sexual pleasure.  She didn't react, the
movement of her hand didn't slacken when I put one knee on the bed and
leaned over to place my lips at her ear.  I could feel the warmth radiating
from her thin body.  A fine sheen of sweat was visible on her forehead and
upper lip.  The downy, almost invisible hairs on her cheek glowed in the tv
light.  Her scent curled into my nostrils, hair conditioner, the clean tang
of perspiration, and the light but pungent reek of her adolescent sex.  My
erection, which had subsided as I walked back to the room, sprang back to
attention.  I inhaled deeply, the odor of aroused preteen striking deep
into my backbrain.  "How's that babycunt?" I breathed into her delicate
ear.

   "Hot." Karen's reply was half-moan, half-whine.  Her titties jiggled
beneath the thin top, nipples sharp, dark little points behind the pale
fabric.  She let herself fall back on one elbow, rolling her hips and
canting her leg up to get a better angle to attack her cunny.  Soft
grunting noises came from her throat as the sound of skin on lubricated
skin got louder and more insistent.  A dark patch was spreading at her
crotch and the smell of hot cunt got stronger in the small room.

   "You're supposed to be reading," I informed the masturbating
sixth-grader.  "You promised."

   "I will...soon...just...soon..." Karen was panting now.  Her exposed
belly was taut, her six-pack tensing as her lush but still-childish ass
bounced lightly on the bed.  The loose leg of her pj shorts had rucked up,
exposing her naked sex to my hungry gaze.  The labia were still swollen and
a bit pink but most of the scabbing and rash had faded.  She was young and
a quick healer.  Her oversized clitoris was a darker red, swollen, wrinkled
and glistening.  She rubbed her thumb alongside the bud; it was apparently
too sensitive for a direct touch.  At the same time she was sliding two
curled fingers in and out, in and out, of her well-used vagina.  A thick ,
white froth squelched between her digits and the blood-flushed inner labia.

   My cock ached, trapped in the damp undernetting of my swim shorts.  I
wanted so badly to fuck the preteen whore I had created.  It wasn't just
the sight and scent of her sexual arousal, it was the pure wantonness of
it. A normal twelve-year-old would have been embarrassed beyond death to be
caught by an adult diddling herself.  But six months of escalating sexual
abuse and then a year of prostitution had robbed Karen of whatever dignity
she had once had.  When her animal needs heated her adolescent cunny she
was helpless to resist.  And I was nearly helpless to resist her.  Nearly
helpless, but not completely - I knew I'd catch it from her mom if she
wasn't at least mostly done with her reading by the time we got home.  It
was just blind luck - literally - that the fog had closed in on the highway
and forced us to stop early at this motel.  And from the dim gray light
edging around the closed curtains, it looked like we might have to stay an
extra night which gave her a chance to actually do what I'd promised she
would.  And besides all that, I didn't have a condom and the little whore
was fertile.

   "Soon...soon..." Karen was still gasping as her fingers pumped more
rapidly, though I guessed she was thinking more of her impending orgasm
than her homework.  Either way, it was time for me to be the grownup.

   I reached down and grasped her wrist firmly, halting her
self-penetration.  She groaned and instead pumped her hips, attempting to
fuck herself onto her rigid fingers.  With my other hand I pressed hard on
her abdomen, pinning her to the bed.  "No, now!" I insisted as the
sixth-grader whined in frustration.  I pulled her hand away from her
sopping crotch - her fingers came free of her tight hole with a sloppy,
audible pop - and jumped astride her, settling into the position beloved by
older siblings everywhere with my knees pinning her upper arms to the
mattress.  I reached back with one hand, snaking under the elastic of her
shorts.  I looked into her blue eyes as my fingers easily found her
straining clit.  She bucked and squealed as I gently pinched and tugged the
slippery nub.  "I'll make you a deal," I said breathlessly.

   Once Karen agreed, which she did readily, it took just a few minutes to
work out the details.  And so it was that I ended up sitting on the floor,
my back resting against the side of the bed.  My legs were loosely crossed,
extending underneath the desk chair that was pulled up to within inches of
my chin.  Karen sat on the chair with her legs spread wide.  Her knees were
hooked over the wooden arms of the chair with her skinny legs dangling.  I
had hold of her bony ankles, feeling the tendons tense and muscles shift
beneath the warm, sweaty skin.  She held my tattered copy of The Hobbit in
her hands with her elbows resting on the arms of the chair, reading aloud
in a quavering voice.

   It was warm in the room and there were dark sweat stains under the arms
and around the collar of her pj top.  The dampening fabric outlining her
adolescent titties more and more clearly.  But her bottoms sat in my lap
serving as a kind of napkin, catching the secretions from her spread,
leaking cunny that came too fast and too heavily for me to completely lick
up.  Slowly, rhythmically, I swiped my tongue up the length of her slit,
pausing to push my nose between her thickened inner labia and sniff deeply.
Thick, white goo stained the chair, matted the tuft of silky blond pubes at
the apex of her treasure, clotted my beard, mixed with my saliva and
drooled in sticky threads down my chin and onto her soaking shorts.  I had
pulled down my own shorts and my rampant cock tented the wet jersey fabric,
twitching as each fresh dollop of cunt juice dripped thickly onto the
saturated fabric.  The smell of her arousal was almost overwhelming to me,
compounded by the feel of the silky skin of her inner thighs and plump
labia beneath my whiskers.  Karen's voice got even more strained as my lips
reached the apex of her slit and I sucked her oversized pleasure button
into my mouth.  I closed on the pulsing nub and tugged, letting it scrape
gently between my front teeth as the elastic flesh pulled against my
suction.  "GaaAIE!" Karen yelped as it finally snapped free of my dental
grip.  She broke off reading and moaned,
"ohhh...ooooohhhh...oooohhhaaargh..." with each heaving breath as, unable
to hold still, her butt squirmed beneath my face.  She'd been reading for
about twenty minutes and for nearly all of that I'd been holding her just
short of her peak like this.  Sweat was pouring down her face now and her
eyes were glazed and wild.  "Pleeeeeease..." the twelve-year-old sighed as
I sat back from her oozing cunt.

   "A deal's a deal," I insisted, pushing my index finger inside her just
to the first joint and stirring it, stretching her inner lips from side to
side.  I had to put my other hand flat on her right thigh and press as she
grunted and strained to impale herself more deeply.  "Finish the chapter
first." And for a wonder, she did, reading rapidly in a trembling, breaking
voice as I resumed my languorous slurping at her preteen juices.  It took
her another five minutes or so to finish.  I knew the book almost by heart
myself and as much as I enjoyed watching the child beg for her release, my
neck was getting tired.  So as soon as she read the final sentence of the
chapter I clamped my teeth over her clitoris again, but this time I bit
down hard enough to hold it, stretched tight and straining as I pulled back
while battering the knob with my tongue.  At the same time I jammed two
fingers deep inside her vagina and started pumping as fast as I could.

   Karen's entire body jumped and spasmed violently as the long-delayed
orgasm burst over her.  "AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed as her jerking
pelvis almost tore her clitoris from between my teeth.  Her legs shook
violently, the one ankle I still held straining against my grip.  And juice
shot out of her.  The very first time I had put her in a similar position I
had been awed at the way her girl-cum almost squirted from her
then-eleven-year-old cunny.  Now there was no "almost" about it.  Aromatic
liquid drenched my face and squirted right up my nose, filling my sinuses
and overwhelming me with its pungency.  As I succumbed to a coughing fit
her clit snapped free but then her mound banged painfully into my upper lip
as her body convulsed.  I tasted blood inside my upper lip.  I looked up to
see the the child's eyes rolled back in her head and the cords in her
flushed neck standing out as the strength of her climax forced animal
grunts between her gritted teeth.  My face was drenched and still fresh
juice squirted forcefully with each spasm.  I could feel the heat of it
dripping from my chin onto the saturated fabric molded to my twitching
cock. I couldn't stand it, I had to cum myself.  I struggled to my feet,
tossed her drenched shorts to the side and with a trembling hand aimed my
penis at her face and pulled on it once, twice...

   I heard the lock click behind me and the door burst open.  As it banged
against the wall and then thumped solidly closed, Renee tore across the
room behind me and into the bathroom.  She didn't bother to close that door
or even turn on the light before the toilet seat clanked down and noisy,
wet farts and liquid plops issued forth.  Well, I defy anyone not a scat
fetishist to maintain their erection with that accompaniment.  Concern and
disgust mixed with the ludicrousness of the situation made my formerly
proud staff droop as Karen's orgasm slowly faded.  She looked exhausted as
her face relaxed, but I knew from experience the preteen could do this five
times in an afternoon and still beg for more.  As she ran a hand back from
the wet roots through her tangled hair I picked up the book from where she
had flung it onto the bed.  Locating her place, I put it back in her
shaking hands.  "Keep reading," I told her as I stepped into the tiny
bathroom, flicked on the light and closed the door behind me.

   Renee's bathing suit was a wet green wad in the center of the floor with
her discarded backpack next to it.  She was naked on the toilet, her lovely
little toes pressed against the tile.  She was bent over with her arms
clasped tightly around her tummy.  The worst seemed to be over and I kept
silent, giving the little girl notional privacy until she was able to sit
up straight.  After a minute or two she put her shoulders back and pulled
her waist-length brown hair - which had come loose of its ponytail and
knot, forward to drape over her tiny breast buds.  She gathered a wad of
toilet paper and wiped gingerly at her backside, grimacing as if it pained
her.  She repeated the action twice more before finally flushing, then
hopping off the stool to stand nude before me.  Her head was bent so that
her wavy thick hair hid much of her face but I could see that she was
blushing.  She shifted nervously from foot to foot with her hands cupped
over her vulva.  It was almost impossible to rattle Renee; she was a
preternaturally self-possessed child and this was so different from her
normal unashamed forthright attitude that I became concerned.  I went down
to one knee so I could look her in the eye.  "Honey, are you all right?"
She nodded shyly.  "Do you hurt back there?" Her blush intensified but she
nodded again.

   I figured the best approach was to act as if inspecting the
ten-year-old's anus for damage was completely normal.  Well and it pretty
much was, except that it was always my cock that might have been
responsible.  Renee and I had been lovers since I had first fucked her ass
on my living room couch when she was nine.  Since then she had sucked off a
few guys besides me.  For some reason the fourth-grader really enjoyed
putting an erect penis in her mouth, even though she didn't seem to much
care for the taste of semen, but as far as I knew I was the only person to
ever penetrate her backside.  I put my hands on her bare hips and gently
turned her around then pressed in the center of her back until she leaned
over with her hands on the toilet seat.  I used my thumbs to pry her bubble
butt's cheeks apart.  Her butthole was red and slightly swollen; it was
obvious she'd been recently penetrated, more recently than last night when
I'd given her a good reaming.  I passed my finger over the wrinkled ring
and it clenched in response; I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on
each cheek, then another right on the tight muscle.  "You're fine," I said.
"You want to tell me what happened?"

   Renee didn't turn back to face me.  Her blush spread across the back of
her neck between the delta of her dark hair.  "I...I just wanted him to be
nice to Karen," she said almost too quietly for me to hear.  Avoiding my
eye she ducked around me and rummaged in her backpack.  Still looking down,
she straightened and held her digital camera out to me.  I quirked an
eyebrow and took it.  The camera was capable of capturing low-res video,
and the card held a few snapshots but most of the space was taken up by a
single movie file.  I watched about 15 seconds of it on the camera's LCD
until I realized what I had.  Wow.  I wouldn't have gone that way myself,
but it was perfect.  I swept the naked child up in a hug.  "You are such a
smart, brave girl," I praised her, planting little kisses on her cheeks,
her nose, her full lips.  Renee wrapped her sturdy legs around my waist as
I stood and I gasped as I felt the heat of her smooth bald slit seep into
the crotch of my shorts.  "This is perfect," I told her, "Or it will be
after I edit it a bit.  But we can't let Karen see it.  Stanley's hurt her
feelings already and it would just be worse if she saw this.  What if," I
said, thinking on my feet, "what if you take your big sister out whoring
for awhile this evening?  Then I could fix this and talk with Stanley. 
We're going to have to stay another night and Karen could make enough money
easy to pay for a nice dinner and the hotel." I pulled back, gazing into
Renee's gray-green eyes almost nose-to-nose.  "Can you do that?" She nodded
and hugged me hard.  I hugged back, wrapping my arms around her nude body,
then let her slide down to her feet.  I pinched one tiny nipple and slapped
her butt playfully.  "Go get some clothes on, then, and I'll get your
sister ready for work."

   I took just a second to wring out Renee's swimsuit and hang it over the
shower curtain rod.  Slipping her camera into the pocket of my Hawaiian
shirt I flicked off the bathroom light and stepped out.  Renee was bent
over with her back to me rummaging in her suitcase.  Her brown hair fell
forward exposing the curve of her spine.  Her back looked strong (for a
ten-year-old, anyway).  Her anus clenched and relaxed as she shifted her
balance, going down on one knee.

   Karen had not followed my instructions to keep reading - no surprise
there, I grimaced to myself.  Instead she had crawled into the center of
the big bed.  She was splayed out naked with her legs flat on the spread,
knees bent, feet turned outwards.  One hand rested on the pillow next to
the tangled fan of her long blond hair.  The other covered her vulva,
fingers together, making slow, gentle circles.  Her hand, her thighs, her
abdomen and belly were all shiny and slick with her secretions.  Her blue
eyes were half-closed and her mouth curved upwards in a mild, blissed-out
smile as she gently masturbated in the afterglow of her orgasm.  When I sat
down she felt the mattress shift and opened her eyes to look up at me as I
smoothed the sweat-dampened tangles away from her forehead.  "Hey, guess
what?" I said cheerfully.  "You're going to get to go to work for a little
while tonight.  You can buy us all a nice dinner, how about that?"

   Karen didn't really react.  Her hand kept up the slow, rhythmic pressure
on her preteen snatch and her smile didn't fade.  Her eyelids fluttered
again and she spoke softly, without urgency, as if half-asleep.  "Don't
wanna," she sighed.  "My, my babycunt still feels all stretched." She
stumbled over the rude term I insisted she use, showing the combination of
shyness and sluttiness that so turned me on.  "And my...tits still hurt,"
she finished, a bit of a whine creeping into her voice.

   In my peripheral vision I glimpsed Renee standing up, and then I heard
the snap of elastic being pulled tight.  A second later bright light
flooded the room as Renee switched on the ceiling fixture.  Karen gasped
and clapped her hands over her dark-adjusted eyes, squinting out between
slimed fingers.  Before she could react further than that, her little
sister jumped onto the bed, bouncing both of us slightly with the impact.
Renee was still almost completely naked and her plum sized boobies jiggled
violently, as did the only object she was wearing - seven inches of
flesh-colored realistically molded dildo sprouted from her crotch.  I felt
the familiar catch in my solar plexus, the little surge in my groin at the
sight of the fourth-grade girl sporting an adult-sized boner.  Renee shoved
herself between Karen's spread thighs, pushing her knees forward and
forcing the older girl to lift her legs slightly.  Then she grabbed the
strap-on at the bottom of the shaft and slapped it smartly against Karen's
oozing, spread slit.  Karen jumped at the wet "Thwack!" and her still-erect
clitoris pulsed from the impact.

   "Get up, lazy whore!" Renee chirped, laughter bubbling up from her
chubby belly.  The little girl was irrepressible.  "Get up, get up, get
up," she chanted in time with drumming her tool on Karen's nearly-bald
quim. Little flecks of gooey froth splashed onto Karen's thighs and belly.
Karen grunted softly with each impact but I noted her hips began to lift in
time, shoving her mound forward to meet the bouncing rubber shaft.  Her
perky titties, nearly flat when she lay on her back like this, jiggled with
each strike.  Renee kept it up, singing out, "Karen is a whore, a whory
whory whore, get up you lazy whore, lazy lazy whore!"

   I gently pulled Karen's slim fingers away from her face.  They left
shiny smears of cunt juice on her forehead and the bridge of her nose. 
"It's okay, Karen, you don't have to fuck anyone if you don't want to," I
told her.  "Just suck a few cocks, is all.  See, having to spend the extra
night cost more money than I thought it would so we're running a bit short.
All you have to do is swallow maybe a hundred bucks worth of sperm and we
can have a really nice late dinner.  Wouldn't that be cool," I wheedled,
"if you could buy us all a meal with your own money.  Please, Karen, you're
the only one who can make money tonight because you're such a sexy whore.
C'mon, please?  Pleeeeeeeease?" I comically exaggerated my voice and at the
same time dug my fingers under her ribs.  The preteen yelped with laughter,
curled and threw herself to the side off the bed, knocking her little
sister backwards.  Renee's legs flew up in the air and the strapon splatted
wetly against her chubby bare belly.  She threw her legs over her head and
turned the pratfall into a neat backwards somersault off the bed, ending up
on her feet.  Her eyes glowed with excitement.

   Karen shook her waist-length hair back over her shoulders and stood
straight.  Her teacup-sized titties wobbled, the skin still mottled green
and yellow and blue with fading bruises.  She was panting slightly.  A
snail-track of her juvenile girl-cum slowly rolled down the inside of one
thigh towards her knee.  "OK," she gasped, smiling shyly at us.  "OK, I'll
do it."

   "Yay!" Renee jumped and clapped her hands, setting her budding breasts
and babyfat belly to jiggling.  She turned and bunny-hopped back to her
suitcase to choose her clothing.  Karen stood still, and after a second I
gently suggested that she pick out some good whoring clothes for herself.

   She stared back at me, an odd light in her eyes.  They widened with
excitement and two spots of pink appeared high on her cheekbones.  She
seemed to gather herself for a second and then burst out, "No!"

   "No?  What do you mean, no?  You just said..."

   "No, I want to go naked!" As the words left her mouth Karen looked
surprised for an instant, as surprised as I probably did, but then she
squared her thin shoulders and thrust out her immature chest.

   "I don't know..." I started, but she interrupted me.

   "I'm a whore, and whores go naked!  I love going naked!" Her breath was
coming fast and shallow.  The twelve-year-old looked scared and excited,
but also determined.

   "I don't know," I repeated.  "It's not that warm outside.  And you can't
do any whoring in the hotel.  You'll have to walk across the bridge to
where we got gas last night, remember?" I was referring to the rather
dilapidated truck stop that was the only other structure at this rather
remote highway exit.  I'd noted a scantily-dressed, heavily madeup woman
hanging about the lot when I tanked up so I was sure there'd be a market
for a girl like Karen who still had all her teeth.  "You might catch cold."

   "I want to be a naked whore!" my twelve-year-old niece insisted, turning
her best puppydog eyes on me.  How could I resist?  Briefly I reflected on
the enormous change I had wrought in Karen and how incredibly far beyond my
original intentions she had gone.  She was a shy, insecure eleven when she
had inadvertently been exposed to sex for the first time.  Awkwardly for
me, that first exposure had been the sight of my semen glazing Renee's cute
round face as the child trembled in her first-ever orgasm.  Before long
Karen found herself being forced to her own first climax; my original plan
had only been to make her feel guilty and complicit to keep silent about
the sex games I was enjoying with her sister.  But once whetted her own
sexual appetite had proven insatiable.  With each perverse act, each
greater humiliation, both lust and shame consumed her until finally she
came to believe she truly was a whore.  She had been one for over a year,
selling her preteen sex for money and now insisting on - rather than just
accepting - public nudity.

   "Well, okay, but you'll have to stay dressed until you get there, how
about that?  You don't want to get caught walking naked on the road by
someone who doesn't know you're whoring, do you?  You might get arrested or
something, and your sister would get in trouble." Karen looked stubborn.  I
sighed.  "Just go put your makeup on and then we'll see." The preteen
obeyed, squeezing past me to the bathroom.  As she passed I realized the
top of her head was almost up to my nose.  She sure was shooting up.

   I sat and watched Renee dress.  She turned around to show me three
inches of fake penis sticking out the top of her panties.  They were white
with little red smiles on them, and a tiny white bow right over the bulge
the shaft made.  The flared rubber head covered her bellybutton.  "Looks
great with your undies, kiddo," I said, and she broke into a rare grin. 
She put on a pale purple mock turtleneck and a pair of jeans.  They were
dark, dark blue denim, not prewashed and still stiff with newness.  The
cuffs were rolled up several inches to allow her to grow into them.  She
stood on tiptoe to get a fleece-lined denim jacket from the closet and
brought it over with some athletic ankle socks and a pair of hiking boots
to the bed.  She sat down and wiggled her pretty little toes before bending
to put on the socks and shoes.  Meanwhile I showed her the items I was
putting in her backpack, and I laid out two others on the bed.

   Karen was out of the bathroom in a few moments.  I smiled, and Renee
jumped and clapped her hands with glee.  "You're so pretty!" she exclaimed.
Karen smiled shyly as I agreed with a low whistle.  Her face was heavily
made up - some base covering up the acne that had begin to sprout
occasional blemishes on her formerly clear complexion, bright crimson lip
gloss, and expertly-blended dark blue eyeshadow.  Her cheekbones glowed
with rouge and her lashes were jet black and thick with mascara.  She had
put some base or powder or something on her titties to cover the worst of
the bruising, and then rouged her nipples.  She had also rouged her labia
majora, making them almost glow from the juncture of her long, thin legs.
Between her lips, her protruding clitoris stood proudly, a large, wrinkled
dark wine-red knob.

   "Wow, you are certainly a beautiful whore," I praised Karen and she
ducked her head, letting her brushed-out hair fall forward in a shiny
cascade.  "But here's a couple of things that will make you even prettier,"
I said as I moved towards her.  I took her by her narrow shoulders and
turned her to face the full-length mirror on the closet door.  "Check this
out," I said, holding her first present in front of her neck.  She
swallowed heavily as I fastened the pink leather collar around her throat.
It had alternating red paste stones and short silver spikes.  I pulled it
tight and fastened it just a notch more than I knew would be completely
comfortable.  Karen swallowed again and winced slightly as the thin leather
dug into her neck, but she managed an uncertain smile, turning her head
from side to side to examine the collar in the mirror.  "Perfect!" I said
and took her arm, leading her over to the bed before she could protest.

   "Do you know what this is?" I asked, holding out my next present.  It
was smooth black plastic, the shape of a medicine capsule and a bit larger
than a large chicken egg.  A curl of stiff black wire protruded from one
end.  Karen looked at, confusion giving way to suspicion as I took a bottle
of baby oil from the nightstand and poured a generous stream over the
device.  "Get on the bed, honey, on your elbows and knees," I said gently.
Karen looked for a second like she might balk.  I gave her a gentle shove
and she reluctantly obeyed.  I put a hand on the back of her neck and
forced her head down into the pillow so that her butt poked up.  "You'll
like this," I promised.  "You're not going to fuck tonight, just suck cock
and I thought, well, that's not fair.  This will make it fun for you, too."
I stuck out the forefinger of the hand holding the object and squirted some
baby oil on it, then into the crack of the sixth-grader's ass.  Her butt no
longer had the straight and skinny shape of a child.  Her hips had acquired
a slight but definite flare in the past few months and her ass cheeks had
gotten rounder.  They clenched as I placed my finger against her anal
rosette and pushed steadily until the pressure overcame the muscle's
resistance.  My finger slid in smoothly.  Her ass was smooth and hot and
very very tight, belying the number of penises it had taken in the previous
weeks and months, not to mention her regular use of a butt plug.  I added a
second finger, twisting and pumping until I felt her sphincter start to
relax.

   I withdrew my fingers and placed the smooth end of the capsule against
her anus before it could clamp completely shut.  Then with the slippery
plastic cupped in my palm I pushed, harder and harder until it started to
slip in.  Karen stifled a whimper as the dilation went beyond two inches at
the center.  Renee sat down next to her and stroked her big sister's neck
briefly.  "Good whore, gooood whore," I heard her murmuring in Karen's ear.
In another minute her asshole swallowed the capsule, closing over the back
end until just the wire protruded, curling upwards like a tiny tail. 
"Okay, you can get up now," I said, slapping Karen on her butt cheek.  She
stood awkwardly, grunting at the new fullness she felt and taking some
tentative, waddling steps as she got accustomed to it.

   "Now check this out," I said to both children.  I picked up a small
black case, not much bigger than a matchbox and thumbed a switch.  Karen
yelped and jumped as a low buzzing started coming from her ass.  Renee
broke into giggles as she watched the naked twelve-year-old do a weird
duck-footed dance.  "See, this is the control," I put it into Renee's hand.
"You have low, medium, and high," I demonstrated making Karen jump and gasp
as the vibrations intensified, buzzing through her entire lower body as she
clenched her muscles.  "And this," I continued, "Is random - it'll jump all
around.  So this way you can make sure your sister has fun while she's
whoring.  But," I cautioned, "make sure you don't just leave it on high. 
You know how she gets when she's had a bunch of orgasms.  All she'll want
to do is fuck, fuck, fuckfuckFUCK!" I grabbed Karen at her ticklish waist
as I spoke.  She shied back, pleasure and humiliation at being so easily
provoked to sexual response warring in her face.  Renee nodded seriously
and thumbed the control down to its lowest setting before sliding it into
her jeans pocket.  Karen sighed with relief as the vibrations stimulating
her hypersensitive clitty eased and the buzzing coming from her backside
dropped to the edge of audibility.

   "Let me look at you." I held her at arm's length.  "You are one
beautiful little whore," I repeated.  "And you're right, it would be a
shame to cover that body up.  You should be naked - all the time.  Too bad
we can't manage that.  But I'll make you a deal.  You can stay undressed
while you're whoring IF you'll cover up 'til you get there.  You're going
to need something on your feet, because there's gravel and broken glass and
shit." I went to the closet and returned with her shower flip-flops in one
hand.  In the other, I held a cheap rain poncho I'd been carrying around.
It was black and not quite opaque, but it would be good enough.  As Karen
stepped into the flip-flops I pulled the poncho over her head.  It fell to
below her knees, leaving only her bare calves protruding.  Her nipples were
hard little points against the front.  "There.  That'll do.  Wear that when
you walk over the bridge and when you walk back, and you can be naked the
rest of the time.  Renee can put it in her backpack when you're not wearing
it.  OK?"

   Karen looked for a minute like she was going to argue, but then she
simply nodded.  "Okay.  Thank you." she replied meekly.

   I turned to Renee.  "So, you know where you're going?" She nodded.  Just
walk Karen around to the trucks that are parked with their engines running
and knock on the door.  The drivers are used to whores doing that.  But you
always go in with her, always, so you can keep her safe." Renee nodded
again, more emphatically.  She was used to doing that.  "You can quit after
Karen's earned two hundred dollars, or if she just gets tired or too whory.
I'll probably need about two hours to...you know." I dropped my voice on
the last and looked right into the ten-year-old's lovely eyes.  "You have
your phone?  Okay, call me if you have a problem.  Give me a kiss." I bent
and planted a soft buss on her mouth.

   "Yuck!" Renee made a face.  "You taste like her babycunt!"

   I chuckled and Karen blushed as I bent to give her a kiss as well.  She
jumped as I spanked her pussy at the same time.  "Go get 'em, whore!" I
said, and then Renee took Karen's hand and led her out.  I watched her
shapely calves beneath the cheap poncho until the hotel room door swung
closed, then I fired up my laptop, plugged in Renee's camera, and sat down
to do a quick edit job.

   It took about an hour to get the video into the shape I wanted.  Then I
called Stanley and told him we were going out to dinner, just us without
the girls.  I didn't mention where they were or what they were doing.  As I
stepped into the corridor I almost tripped over the black rain poncho,
discarded right in front of our door.

   Kids.
   To be continued...