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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 9 (g-solo, ped, reluc, humil, exhib, cons,
mast, prost, toys) by Rufus Fugit

   Karen knew she had made a mistake as soon as she stepped into the
parking lot.  It had felt so good to be bad, so _naughty_ to disobey.  As
soon as the hotel room door had closed behind her and Renee she had yanked
the rain poncho off over her head and dropped it on the carpet.  The skinny
sixth-grader had stood, gasping with excitement in the empty corridor,
naked except for flipflops on her feet and the leather collar around her
neck.  She felt her heart racing in her chest, her bare skin tingling and
flushed.  Then the vibrator shoved up her ass had pulsed momentarily and a
stab of pure pleasure took her breath away.  Her babycunt felt heavy and
juicy and she gulped at the feeling of the air caressing her swollen
button.

   The sound of a door opening way down the hall made her start and she
bolted into the stairwell, leaving Renee to follow.  Whoever it was
might've caught a flash of Karen's long blond hair flying in her wake,
maybe a bare foot disappearing through the door, nothing more.  Then the
children were alone in the concrete stairwell.  Karen jumped and danced her
way down to the bottom floor.  "I'm naked!" she thought with every step. 
She could feel her mouth split in a wide grin as the slap of her flipflops
echoed off the concrete.  "I'm a naked whore!"

   Karen still didn't know what had possessed her to insist on going out in
her bare skin.  It was not her first time going naked in public, but she
didn't like to think about the other times too much.  It was so confusing.
She remembered the first time, at the mall, and the second time at
Hallowe'en.  She'd been terrified, really.  Terrified and humiliated but at
the same time perversely thrilled.  It felt awful to be forced to strip but
rebellious and dirty and yes, thrilling to show her body, especially since
at first no one knew she was naked.  Her stomach cramped as she remembered
the shame of discovery, that boy pulling her nipples, the sweaty, musky
taste of his penis.  She'd felt really naked then.  And after...how good it
felt to be touched, how juicy and hot her babycunt got.  One cock after
another squirting hot cum into her mouth, thrusting again and again into
her babycunt, the delicious explosions of orgasm that went on and on drove
away the fear and shame.  It felt so good she never wanted it to stop and
that was even more shameful and weirdly that made it all feel even better.
That's when Karen first understood what it meant to be a whore.

   And she'd stayed naked all night at Moira's party and the beach, and
just night before last at Stanley's - but she really didn't want to think
about that.  And she didn't have to, much, because both of those times
she'd been so fuddled.  Alcohol and pot made it easier to be naked, in a
way, because they put a big thick soft wall between her and, well, herself.
Karen could watch herself acting like a total whore as if she were someone
else.  Better still, she got all the good feelings in her body but it was
some other little girl whining and crying and begging for sex, stumbling
around with boys' semen dripping off her hair and body, climaxing so hard
that she peed herself.  It was better but it was worse, too, because after
a while Karen got numb in a funny way.  It was still her babycunt on fire
but somehow it never made her feel any better.  Instead of being a release,
each electric shock of orgasm just left her empty, yearning for something
she couldn't even name.

   This was different.  This time it was her decision to be naked.  She was
in control.  No beer, no pot, none of that white powder that made her body
twitch and her brain freeze and race in circles.  Karen wanted to feel
everything herself, do everything because she wanted to do it.  She wanted
to be a whore all on her own.

   Which was all fine in theory, but as soon as she led Renee out of the
door at the bottom of the stairwell it was all driven right out of her
head, along with the breath from her lungs.  It was COLD outside!  Not like
the other night, it was nowhere near freezing, but the damp, foggy air was
chilly enough that Karen's breath made a big cloud as it huffed out of her,
chilly enough to make gooseflesh pop out all over her skin and her nipples
tighten and puff out so hard they hurt.  Her first thought was to turn
right around, run upstairs and retrieve that poncho, maybe even get a coat
to wear over her bare skin.  She was even willing to face her uncle and
admit that he had been right!

   Karen jumped as the door clunked solidly closed behind the two children.
Renee had plunged on ahead, plenty warm in her denim jacket, jeans and
hiking boots.  "Wait!" Karen called out as she grabbed the door handle and
pulled.  The door didn't budge.  She tried to thumb the latch and it barely
moved.  She stood there, her body tensing with effort, pulling until she
realized that she was locked out.  The vibrator which had been thrumming
slowly inside her kicked into high for a second.  She jumped and stifled a
yelp and her knees went weak as her clitoris throbbed in time with the
electric egg buried in her rectum.  Then Renee's warm little hand was on
her arm, tugging her away from the door.

   "Renee, wait!" Karen managed to gasp out.  "It's cold...I need to go
back..."

   "How're you going to do that, silly?  The door's locked." Renee didn't
even look back and the naked twelve-year-old found herself being pulled
across the parking lot, heading for the back exit to the access road. 
Karen cringed as they stepped into the pool of yellow light cast down from
one of the many poles illuminating the lot.  She was suddenly terrified of
being spotted and whipped her head back and forth, ready to bolt if there
was anyone nearby.  But as she peered into the heavy fog she realized they
were safe.  The world faded to a misty grey within a few dozen feet.  Karen
had left her glasses in the room on purpose - she was tired of scraping
dried jizz off the lenses - and her nearsightedness further blurred her
view of the motel's brightly lit portico on the other side of the lot. 
Realizing that the only way back to her poncho was through that entrance,
past two desk clerks and a security guard, Karen gave in.  The cold wasn't
_so_ bad, now that she was past the first shock of it.  The tiny droplets
of mist even felt kind of good as they settled on her bare skin.

   The two children, one dressed, the other nude, made their way across the
parking lot, weaving through the ranks of parked cars.  Renee took up the
lead with Karen holding onto the upper part of the sleeve of her denim
jacket.  The loudest sound was her panting.  The pink studded leather
collar snug around her neck made her breath rasp in her throat just a bit.
Under that was the slap-slap of her flipflops against her soles.  And under
that was the humming coming from her butt that went randomly up and down in
pitch and volume.  It felt bigger inside her than she knew it was, filling
her anal passage like a really really large poop.  It made her waddle just
a bit, spreading her thighs to minimize the discomfort.  And when it hit
its highest level her gait faltered as the tingling went all the way around
to her front, making her clitty jump and swell with pleasure.  The preteen
could feel her cunny steadily leaking.  The cream chilled her as it coated
her inner lips and ran down the insides of her thighs.

   Karen held her free arm against her front, shielding at least part of
her bare chest and belly from the damp.  Her hand cupped her immature sex
and without thinking she ground her palm lightly against her clitty.  The
pressure magnified the unpredictable jolts of pleasure from the anal vibe
and she began to feel the familiar heat building and spreading from the tip
of her engorged clitoris back into her vagina and up into her belly.

   They had nearly reached the edge of the lot when three long pulses made
Karen stumble into a light pole.  Renee felt her sister let go of her
sleeve and turned to find the naked girl standing with her legs spread,
bent over from the waist, pressing her ass against the cold metal pole. 
Karen's hair gleamed in the diffuse yellow-orange sodium light, tumbling
over her shoulders and hiding her face in deep shadow.  She was up on her
toes, pushing her butt against the pole.  It magnified the sound of the
vibrator and gave it a metallic ring.  Karen had the heel of her hand
pressed hard against her mound and two fingers sliding between her soaking
labia.  "Uhhhhn," she groaned.  "Oh, my babycunt.  Oh, my babycunt.  Ohhh,
it feels so good, it's sooo hottt..." her voice trailed off into little
animal grunts as she hunched herself backwards against the pole.

   "Karen!" Renee said sharply, stepping forward and looking up into her
big sister's face gone slack with pleasure.  "Karen, you silly whore. 
Wouldn't you rather do it with some men than with that light pole?" And she
broke into giggles at the image she'd conjured up of Karen speared atop the
pole with her cunt gaping and light pouring out of her open mouth.

   Karen opened her eyes and looked at Renee.  Pleasure, guilt, and shame
roiled in her stomach.  Pressure built behind her eyes and in her throat,
either a laugh or a sob wanting out.  She couldn't tell which so she kept
it bottled up, afraid that if she started she'd never stop.  She felt
confusion, but beyond that she couldn't say what she felt any more.  She
knew she was a whore but when she tried to figure out what that meant to
her, if she was happy or sad or angry with God for making her that way, her
mind would go around in circles.  The only certainty, the only thing that
would make the confusion stop was the pleasure, the sheer physical
sensation of the heat building in her core, filling her babycunt and
setting her clitty alight, spreading through her belly, down through her
thighs to her toes, making her nipples ache with tension, building and
building until she exploded.  Only then would her whirling thoughts stop,
drowned out by the roar of orgasm that carried her away.

   She turned and leaned her forehead against the cold metal.  With the
pressure off her butt the pleasure fountaining up inside her receded
somewhat, enough that she could catch her breath and start walking again.
The children walked into the dark side-by-side.  Renee swung her arms and
skipped lightly.  Karen stepped briskly, one hand still pressed against her
vulva.  She masturbated unconsciously as she walked, alternately pressing
between her labia then spreading the hot cunt cream over and around her
oversized clit.  Little waves of shivers passed through her from the cold
and overstimulation.  Her face was hot under her heavy makeup.

   The two children left the parking lot and hiked along the side of the
road.  The shoulder wasn't very well-kept.  Karen stumbled on the uneven
surface beneath the thin soles of her flipflops.  Tall weeds slapped wetly
against her shins and calves.  She took her sister's hand and they walked
in silence for a few moments except for occasional grunts and squeaks that
Karen was unable to suppress as the vibrator cycled.

   Renee broke the quiet.  "Karen, why do you call it your babycunt? 
You're not a baby.  I'm littler, I just call it my cunt."

   "I dunno, I just..." Karen trailed off.  That's what her uncle had
called her privates from the first.  "Maybe...maybe because it's like a
baby.  It needs lots of petting and cuddling," she giggled.

   Renee started giggling herself.  She skipped around Karen in a little
circle, her ponytail flying.  "And...and..." she pointed, trying to speak
through laughter.  "And it's wet all the time!" she finally got out.  Karen
blushed but it was true.  Thick, pale cream continued to squish out between
her soaked labia, webbing her fingers and oozing down the insides of her
thighs.  There were dried trails reaching below her knobby knees.  She
wiped her hand on her stomach then returned it to her crotch.  She began
diddling her finger around her opening, stretching her undeveloped inner
labia from one side to the other as she walked.  The vibrator peaked again
and she gasped, her step faltering as the backs of her knees went weak for
a moment.

   The road sloped gently upwards as the two children approached the bridge
over the highway.  They could hear occasional traffic muffled by the fog,
the swish of tires on wet pavement, the roar of diesel engines and the
clashing of gears.  The night smelled of asphalt and fuel.  They reached
the bridge and stopped, the naked preadolescent and the smaller clothed
child holding hands as they looked down at the traffic hissing by.  This
time Karen broke their companionable silence.  "You're wearing your thing,
aren't you?" Renee's hand went to her belly automatically and she pressed
against the cylinder of hard rubber that made a bulge rising over the
waistband of her jeans, reaching up under her shirt to her bellybutton. 
She squeezed and tugged gently, wondering if that's how it felt to boys
when their thingys got stiff.  Karen was looking at her so she nodded. 
"How come?  You're not going to do anything, are you?"

   "'Course not," the fourth-grader answered automatically, but then she
faltered.  "I dunno," she echoed her big sister.  "I just...like it." She
felt her face growing hot but she was unable to come up with a better
answer.  She imagined what it would be like if she had a real penis, what
it would feel like to have boys suck on it the way she liked to suck on
theirs.  Her growing nipples stiffened beneath her jacket and tingled as
she remembered how her uncle sucked it in the store the other day.

   Karen's voice broke into her brief reverie; she was looking down
intently at her little sister.  Tentatively she reached out a hand and
smoothed a stray strand of hair back behind Renee's ear.  "Do you
like...you know, doing it with me?" She blushed furiously at the question.
All the while her other hand was busy at her juvenile pussy.  She was
getting more excited; no longer content with diddling at her opening she
stuck out her index and ring fingers, bent her wrist sharply, and slowly
penetrated herself.  "Gaahhhgh!" she sighed as her cunt made a squelching
noise and swallowed the digits.  She pushed, hard, feeling the electric
humming in her fingertips.  The growing need in her flared higher and the
naked child couldn't help but close her eyes and tip her head back, tilt
her pelvis forward and spread her stance wide as she began pumping her
fingers into her drooling quim.

   "Sure," Renee answered.  "I mean, you like it, you like getting fucked,
and I want you to be happy, be a good whore and be happy and get fucked
whenever you need to...I love you!" the younger girl finished and seized
her naked sister in a hug.  She rubbed her hands up and down Karen's back,
feeling shoulderblades shift under bare, cool skin.  Karen hugged back
one-handed.  Her other, buried in her cunny was trapped between their
bodies.  Her pelvis bucked involuntarily, breaking the embrace.

   Karen turned away from her sister, looking over the bridge to the
highway below.  She felt exhilarated, every inch of her skin tingling with
the excitement of being naked.  Though she knew the fog obscured
everything, she imagined all the drivers below looking at her.  Her nipples
crinkled and swelled, the areolae puffed up and her bruised preteen titties
ached.  She imagined herself hitchhiking on the highway, getting into some
stranger's car, naked in the front seat.  She imagined getting fucked by
one driver after another, whoring herself across the country.  Her heart
pounded in her ears and her babycunt burned with excitement as she
masturbated more and more violently.

   Renee stepped back, absently rubbing at the stain Karen's leaking twat
had left on her jacket.  The older girl's pale, nude form seemed to glow in
the dim light.  Suddenly she arched her back and groaned aloud as the
vibrator buried in her ass picked up speed.  She staggered and grabbed the
bridge rail with her free hand to steady herself.  "Oooooh, aaaahhhh,
gggaarrgh..." she moaned, her hand now a blur between her legs.  Balance
restored, she used her other hand to slap at the top of her mound, spanking
her tumescent clitoris, spanking it and then pinching and pulling it
between thumb and fingers and then spanking it again.  The wet slap of
flesh on flesh competed with the squishing of her fingers sawing in and
out, in and out between her puffy, reddened labia.  Her voice, ragged and
ever more urgent rose above.  Despite the cold the naked child was sweating
now, damp under her arms, on her face, in the small of her pale back.

   Renee wrinkled her nose as the familiar smell of sweat and preteen
arousal wafted around her.  She opened her mouth to tell Karen to calm down
but it was too late.  Karen stood splay-legged, bent slightly with her butt
clenching and unclenching from the force of her masturbation.  "Oh, oh, oh,
ah, OH, OH, OH, OHHHH JEEEEZ!  AIE!  AIE!  AAIIIE!" She threw her head back
and shrieked as her body went rigid and a stream of hot girl-cum squirted
in a high, steaming arc over the bridge rail and into the night.  She
clenched her eyes tight shut and once, twice, three times her body bucked
as an orgasm exploded through her, setting her body alight with pleasure.

   "Wow!" Renee ran to the rail and watched in amazement as Karen's juice
shot out.  The liquid splattered onto the windshield of a truck passing
below them.  She chortled at the thought of her big sister's cunt cream
traveling across country.  Next to her, Karen let out a long, low, fading
moan as her climax crested and began to recede.  Her whole body trembled
violently.  Her legs turned to water and she slowly collapsed to a
splay-legged squat.  She kept ahold of the bridge rail and rested her hot
forehead against the concrete support.  Her body jumped and shivered with
orgasmic aftershocks and her toes curled against her flipflops.  She
pressed her bare cunt against the cold gravel and dirt, and her juices
flowed out to puddle between her shaking thighs.  Her breath came in big
ragged gulps, her pulse pounded in her temples as it gradually slowed.  "Oh
jeez," she sighed.  "My babycunt..."

   Renee knelt down behind her older sister on the shoulder of the bridge.
She reached out to stroke Karen's back, surprised at the heat rising off
her bare skin.  She gently parted Karen's waist-length hair.  She leaned
forward and gently kissed the back of her neck then rested her cheek
against it.  "I love you, Karen," she murmured.  "Love you whory whore."
The children sat quietly for a few moments.  But then the vibrator randomly
cycled to its highest setting.  Renee could feel as well as hear the
high-pitched buzz coming from Karen's ass.  For her part Karen yelped in
surprise and straightened up.  Limber as only a preteen can be, she
unfolded her legs in front of her and clapped both hands against her
drooling cunt, pressing hard on her swollen clit to feel the vibration more
strongly.  Her stomach undulated and her hips bucked.

   "Oops, sorry," Renee hastily dug in her pants pocket and found the
vibrator's remote control, thumbing it down to its lowest setting.  Karen
whined through gritted teeth as the delicious stimulation faded.  "C'mon,
Karen, get up and let's go," Renee urged but Karen ignored her little
sister.  She scooted her butt back and forth on the gravel, grinding her
hands against her mound.  She began to pant again.  Her titties heaved and
her taut stomach clenched and released.  Her naked body squirmed in the
oily dirt as she masturbated with increasing fervor.

   Renee watched the wanton display, nonplussed.  She'd been afraid this
would happen.  Once Karen started getting whory she "tended to lose focus".
That's how Renee's teacher put it when Renee herself got distracted by her
friends in class.  She urged her sister twice more to stand up with no
better results.  Sighing, she shrugged her backpack off and unzipped it,
removing the furry blue handcuffs she'd bought for Karen with her uncle. 
She looked down at the naked big girl writhing in the misty dimness and
sighed again.  She took a deep breath like her sensei had all the kids do,
trying to "find her center" which she wasn't quite sure what that meant but
sometimes it seemed to help anyway.  Then she repeated the motions she had
practiced dozens of times in the clean, brightly-lit dojo, grabbing one of
Karen's wrists and twisting just so.  Done right, it didn't even hurt much
because the person's body just responded automatically to keep the joints
from bending wrong.

   Karen's yelp was of surprise, not pain, as before she knew it her wrists
were cuffed behind her back.  Then Renee was pulling her to her feet.  The
younger girl took a second to examine her big sister.  Her naked body was
now dusty and grease-smeared from sitting on the shoulder.  Sharp little
pebbles of asphalt clung to the gooey wetness on her ass and the backs of
her thighs.  Her labia were reddened and puffy; the undeveloped inner lips
were darker, blood flushed, and flowered open.  Cream oozed freely from
between them; her thighs were shiny with the aromatic secretions.  As Renee
watched a thick white strand stretched slowly from one lip, dripping down
to join the thick puddle on the ground where Karen had been sitting.  As
usual, the sixth-grader's clitoris was the most striking feature of her
girl parts.  It was grotesquely outsized for a girl of her age.  It stuck
out from the top of her slit, bent to one side to nestle partly in the
little keyhole notch that Renee shared in a family resemblance.  The knob
of flesh was flushed purple, glistening with wetness, and seemed to throb
slightly in the dim light.  Renee leaned forward to blow on it gently,
placing a hand on Karen's thigh to balance herself.  It swelled further and
Karen shuddered.  Renee flicked it gently with one finger.  Another
shudder, and a quiet gasp from Karen.  But she otherwise ignored Renee,
standing with her head bowed and her hair covering her face.

   Finally, Renee took thumb and forefinger, seized the throbbing stub and
pinched hard at the root, digging in her nails.  That got Karen's
attention. She gasped and jumped and her slick pleasure organ stretched
taut and pulled free, snapping back against her vulva.  With that Renee was
able to prod the older girl into motion again and they resumed their walk
over the bridge, the shorter, stocky ten-year-old leading the older, naked
willowy blond with her hands cuffed behind her.

   Karen began to shiver as she walked.  The flush of her orgasm faded and
drying sweat chilled her face, under her arms, her sides and her buttocks.
A ghostly white glow gradually fuzzed the sky ahead of them until their
destination emerged from the mist.  They walked off the road onto the truck
stop's lot, finding themselves surrounded by idling semis.  Most were only
heard, not seen through the dense fog, but the roar of engines and stink of
diesel exhaust overwhelmed the two children.  Quickly Renee decided that it
would not be practical to stumble around the dark lot trying to find
clients for her sister, and instead struck out for the main building. 
Brilliant fluorescent light spilled from two walls of heavy glass.  Renee
saw a row of booths and a diner counter, all occupied by mostly large,
mostly burly, mostly rather unkempt men.  Perfect for a cute preteen whore
like her sister, she figured.

   But as they approached, Karen balked.  "Renee, I can't go in there," she
choked out, working her bare shoulders in a futile attempt to free her
wrists.  "I'm naked, and they'll all see."

   Renee looked up at the older girl's sweaty face.  "Well, what did you
think?" she asked, reasonably enough.

   "I...I don't know, I thought...in the dark..."

   "No, it's too dangerous with all the fog.  It'll be easier inside.  I
bet they have a bathroom or an office where you can have all your sex. 
C'mon."

   But Karen couldn't or wouldn't move.  Her eyes were wide and frightened,
staring at all the men inside.  Standing in the shadows the children were
of course invisible to them, but already Karen felt their eyes, their
hungry eyes flaying her.

   Renee made a little "hmph" of annoyance and shrugged her backpack off
her shoulders again.  Karen heard the zipper but her attention was fixed
forward.  Before she knew it there was a sharp tug on the leather collar
that adorned her slender neck.  Startled, she looked down to see a leash
attached to it and Renee pulling on the other end.  "C'mon," her sister
repeated.

   Karen tried to dig in her heels but all that did was pull her
off-balance so that she stepped right out of her flipflops when she lurched
forwards.  Barefoot as well as naked, she stumbled towards the doors behind
her little sister.
   To be continued...