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   Jenny's Couch Book II, part 14 (Mg, ped, inc, anal, cons/semi-cons,
rough, asphix, a soupcon of voy) by Rufus Fugit

   "Can we go 'full out'?" Renee asked.

   I was nonplussed by my niece's request.  "I don't know, sweetie," I
answered slowly.  "We'll have to call your mom and ask.  She wasn't too
happy about last time."

   "Call her!  Call her, please please please!" The ten year old cried, her
twin brown braids swinging as she bounced on the balls of her feet.  That's
what I got, I thought, for feeding her donuts and Dr.  Pepper for lunch,
but when we got back from the martial arts exhibition the larder was bare
so that's what we ate.  I sighed and dug my phone out of my pocket,
thumbing down the contact list to Jenny's number.

   Jenny was my sister-in-law's sister-in-law so her daughters weren't
really my nieces but over the past five or six years I'd gotten to be
really good friends with her and her husband, Rob.  We had a lot in common
- our laid-back attitudes towards life, our enjoyment of good cooking and
good company, our disdain for politics and theory.  Of course we differed
pretty dramatically in some of our attitudes towards child-rearing, but
Jenny and Rob didn't know about that and with a little luck they never
would.

   "Hey, what's going on?" Jenny picked up the call.  "I wasn't expecting
to hear from you until closer to suppertime."

   "Everything's fine.  Karen's still out with Stanley, he called a while
ago.  I rang because Renee is all hot to practice her sparring after seeing
the demonstrations and she wants to go full out...Yeah, I remember." Ever
since our Christmas trip Renee had been taking her martial arts classes
really seriously, and not necessarily in a good way.  She'd been
reprimanded several times by the sensei for lack of control.  And in
sparring her I learned a lesson about the difficulty of keeping
less-trained fighters from hurting themselves.  When she and I were
partnered I had let Renee run her face into my hands and feet several
times. It was odd, I knew that despite the pads some of those strikes had
to hurt, but the little girl had looked almost pleased each time she got up
off the mat, shook it off, and came back for more.

   It was all fun and games until I lost target lock for a second during
what was supposed to be a spinning back fist.  Instead I caught Renee with
an elbow as she tried to get inside my guard.  The result was a cut lip
that looked about twenty times worse than it was, but it was Jenny who had
to buy a new gi when the bloodstains wouldn't soak out.  Renee told me she
had rescued the ruined jacket from the trash and hung it back in her
closet. "I want to put it on my wall but Daddy grossed out," the
ten-year-old told me disgustedly.

   So I offered, "We'll wear full gear this time and," I turned a little
away from Renee and lowered my voice, "I won't go completely full out, just
let her wear herself out and then knock her down a couple of times.  And
then she'll hit the sugar crash part of the program and it'll be naptime
until Karen and Stanley get back.  Yeah, ok.  Yeah, I understand.  Ok, I'll
tell her.  Bye." I clicked off.  "All right," I told Renee, "BUT," I
continued, quelling her joyful little dance, "you have to wear full gear.
Not just hands and feet, everything - headgear and rib pads, and the mouth
protector." The fourth-grader started to complain.  She hated the mouth
protector.  "Nope, that's the deal.  Dress out completely, or nothing."

   "All right," she said sullenly but when I pulled my box of gear out of
the closet she rummaged through it with alacrity.  Unlike the fourth-grader
I hadn't worn my gi to the exhibition so I had to change.  I had just
dropped my jeans when she came over for help fastening the velcro on her
hand pads.  I was commando that day and Renee was still short for her age
so with just a little hip thrust I was able to bounce the spongy
circumcised head of my flaccid penis onto her clavicle.  Her warm, smooth
skin felt delightful.

   "Hey!" Renee grabbed my tool at the root with her free hand, pulling it
away from her skin and twisting just a little harder than was comfortable.
"I'm a blue belt now," she looked up at me, mischief sparking in her hazel
eyes.  "I could yank it right off and take it home in my pocket."

   "You could," I said, smiling down at my ten-year-old lover.  "But then
you'd never get to suck on it any more.  You'd never get to pretend it was
yours and squirt all over you." I tipped her chin up and leaned down to
speak right into her face.  "And you'd never get the great feeling in your
cunt when I pump it right into your hot little behind.  You like getting
fucked up the ass, don't you?"

   I'd been having sex with Renee for more than a year and a half now, and
the thrill I got from spitting trashy sex talk into the preteen's round
face had by no means diminished.  And from the child's wide eyes, the
slight flush to her cheeks and the puffs of her warm breath on my face as
she nodded shyly it was plain how deeply she'd internalized that pleasure
herself - it wasn't just something she put up with because I'd trained her.


   "Well all right then," I said briskly, stepping away and willing the
beginnings of my arousal to dissipate.  I fastened the elastic around her
wrist then stepped back to sit on the bed and pull on my cup before
shrugging into an old sweat suit.  I still had to put a clean mouth guard
into her hand before I grabbed the mats under one arm and my gym bag under
the other and we headed out into the back yard.

   The day was brisk.  This winter was turning out as bizarrely warm as the
last one had been cold.  There was a stiff breeze but the afternoon sun
hung bright and warm over the mountains.  The sky was cloudless and the
temperature was in the fifties.  The earth was cold under our bare feet,
thawed and soft but not muddy, and the air smelled of loam and leaf mold.

   My house was on a double lot at the end of a cul-de-sac.  The land
sloped away steeply so most of the space was on the floor below the front
door.  The house on one side was in foreclosure, and a privacy fence and
the way the other-side house was situated meant that we could only be
observed from across the lake, several hundred yards away, and then only
through a ragged stand of fir trees.  There was a fairly level patch well
back from the house and it was there I unfolded the mats, butting their
edges and tacking the velcro together.

   Renee was standing just off the mat, stretching.  Her expression was
serious now, serious and concentrated.  It looked less incongruous on her
then on most ten-year-olds; even as a toddler she'd been a self-contained
little girl.  "You ready?" I asked, and she just nodded.  So we bowed
ourselves in, touched gloves, stepped back.  "Ready - fight!" Before the
"t" had fully cleared my mouth she darted in and drove a (thankfully
padded) fist into my solar plexus.

   Renee was lightning-quick, that was her greatest strength at this point
in her studies.  She was able to step in, attack, and get back outside the
guard of fighters much older and bigger than her.  I backpedaled, batting
away her strikes as I waited for my diaphragm to start working again. 
Renee was perfectly happy to chase me around the mat and I was perfectly
willing to let her wear herself out like that.  Plus me playing strict
defense made her reckless.  Rookie mistake.  She more or less ran right
into a big slow side kick.  One advantage of fighting short people is my
lack of lower body flexibility didn't matter quite so much.  I caught her
clean in the stomach and she fell back on her butt.

   "C'mon, get up!" I taunted her, bouncing just out of reach of the leg
sweep I knew she liked to use.  "Get up and fight, whore!"

   "I'm not a whore!" she protested, getting to her feet and back into her
fighting stance.

   "You're a whore!" I stepped forward and snapped a fist past her block
right into her forehead.  It was pad-on-pad of course but it rocked her
head back.  She got me going away, though, with a roundhouse kick to the
ribs.  No flexibility problems for her.  It hurt.  I started concentrating
on her forehead and temples.  "You're a whore just like your sister!" Step
in, quick combination, step out.  "Except she fucks, and you're too
chicken!" I got past her guard about two times out of three, and she got
through mine about half the time.  "Chicken!  Up-the-ass chicken!"

   My teasing was pissing Renee off.  She was hitting harder, which was
great (although my ribs would be bruised tomorrow) but it was affecting her
control, too.  A hook kick went awry and jammed the side of my cup against
my testicles.  I went down on one knee, gasping.  I'd taken nut shots
before but there's no preparing for that sick feeling.  Renee was on me in
a heartbeat, grinning evilly around her mouth protector, dancing past my
guard and battering my face and head.  When I brought my forearms up she
pounded at my ribs.  Her grin widened when she saw me wince and try to turn
to protect my left side; she could tell she'd scored on me for real.  I
needed to wrap this up quickly.

   I let my guard drop slightly, as if I were more tired than I was.  Renee
was fast but she still telegraphed her moves, especially to someone who was
used to sparring her.  So as she shuffled forwards to snap another back
fist at my temple, I lunged and punched her right in her preteen cunt.

   Renee yelped in pain and fell, curling up and hollering "Foul!" She was
absolutely right, that shot would have meant instant disqualification in
any tournament.  But not here.

   I threw myself on the ten-year-old.  She squirmed and fought but once we
were in contact she had no chance against my adult size and strength.  In
seconds I was astride her, pressing my weight on her belly with her arms
trapped beneath my knees.  I slapped her face with my open hands, first one
then the other.  "Foul?" I taunted her.  I spit out my mouth protector. 
"You think that'll help when you're in trouble?  You think that'll help
Karen?  Look, someone's raping your sister!" Tears sprang to the child's
eyes as I rained blows on her padded head.  "Get up!  Get up, you little
chickenshit, and help your sister!  They're pissing on her!  They're
pissing on her, they're going to shove a knife in her cunt, and YOU CAN'T
DO SHIT!"

   I was yelling right in the fourth-grader's face and Renee lost control.
She screamed wordlessly and bucked her stocky, muscular torso as hard as
she could, nearly dislodging me.  I blocked a wild punch, grabbing her
wrist and twisting it and I shoved my other hand under her chin, wrapped it
around her slender neck and squeezed.  I pushed my thumb against her
windpipe, being careful not to cut off her air completely.

   As my preteen niece gagged and struggled futilely beneath me the
discomfort from my testicles was supplanted by the discomfort of a pulsing
erection bent against the constriction of the hard plastic cup.  My breath
was rasping in my throat, a red haze was creeping in around the end of my
vision, and I realized that half-strangling the child had me more turned on
than I could ever remember being.  My cock pulsed harder and hotter as
Renee's purpling face was overlaid with the memory of Karen screaming in
shock and agony as sharpened wire pierced the tender skin between her nose
and upper lip.  Without conscious thought, I squeezed Renee's slender neck
tighter until I could feel the ridges of her trachea. 
Tighter...tighter...I could see her starting to grey out, see the anger in
her face replaced with fear...

   With a convulsive shudder I jerked my hand off her neck.  As Renee
dragged in a huge breath I yanked open her uniform jacket and shoved up her
pale pink sports bra, baring her plum-sized puppyfat boobies to the bright
sunlight.  The fat, dark pink nipples crinkled and popped out instantly in
the cool breeze.  Renee's eyes were enormous, almost all pupil as oxygen
flooded her starved tissues.  I rolled the child on to her side and fell
onto mine next to her, pulling her back against me.  My hips thrust
reflexively and Renee tried to arch away as my cup dug into her butt.  She
started to struggle and I whipped one arm around her neck, squeezing just
enough to make her work for each breath.  My other hand roamed over her
bared chest, circling each tiny breast and jiggling it, tugging and
pinching her nipples gently.  I stroked down her belly, feeling her
diaphragm heave and spasm as she fought for breath.  Then I dived under the
elastic of her uniform pants and her underwear beneath, and slapped my palm
over her fat, bare cunny.

   The smell of the ten-year-old's sweat had the tang of fear riding over
the perfume of her baby shampoo.  She was trying to whimper around the
pressure I was keeping on her throat.  My pulse was pounding in my temples
and it felt like every nerve in my body was concentrated in my hand as I
pushed two fingers between her pudgy labia, feeling for the slick inner
lips.  But she was dry until I straightened my other elbow, freeing her
throat.  She gasped and inhaled deeply, and then as her oxygen-deprived
body set off hyperventilation I felt hot liquid dribbling over my fingers.

   Renee made a squeaky little moan as I pushed forward with my crotch and
back with my fingers, forcing her thighs apart as I probed into her tight
virgin hole, penetrating right up to the stiff elastic tissue of her intact
hymen.  "That's it, good fighter," I crooned in one ear as I began stirring
my finger around and around, stretching her inner lips just beyond comfort.
"Good fighter." I ground the heel of my hand against her mound and was
rewarded by the feel of slick heat as her baby clitty began to emerge and
her hips started to rotate.

   I wrapped my legs around Renee's, spreading them and pinning her stocky
preteen body against my much larger adult form.  She began to grunt and coo
explosively as I frigged her clitty more and more vigorously.  I could feel
her body tensing against mine and trying to buck but I had her pinned
almost immobile.

   "Ooo, ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOOOEEEE!" Her voice warbled up and down the
scale until with a squeak she went stiff against me, every childish muscle
straining.  A fresh squirt of heat filled my palm and the scent of her
juvenile orgasm filled my nose.  "Aaaah-HAH!  Aaaah-HAH!" She breathed in
and out explosively and her legs trembled violently.  She pushed her head
back against my neck with her eyes squeezed tight shut.  Her hair tickled
my nose.  After a long ten seconds I felt the tension start to drain out of
her body.

   "That was a strong one," I murmured into one red, sweaty, delicate ear.
"You're having better orgasms every time now, aren't you?" Renee nodded her
head slightly in assent but she was panting too hard to speak.

   She might be finished, but I wasn't.  I rolled away from the
fourth-grader.  She collapsed onto her stomach as I half-sat up, kicked off
my foot gear and shimmied out of my sweats.  I almost broke my cock in half
yanking down my cup.  Nude from the waist down now, I dug around in my gym
bag.  The breeze chilled my tool where precum was drooling over the head. I
found what I was looking for in the bag and in a second turned back to
Renee with my organ pulsing against the tightness of a lubricated condom.

   Renee was face-down on the mat and she had no chance to protest as I
tossed her foot gear aside and stripped off her trousers.  Then I was atop
her, fisting my cock into her crevice and finding the right
angle."OooooOW!" she groaned as I shifted my weight to my pelvis and pushed
my entire length into her tight, burning hot rectum.

   I was too aroused to take it easy.  Thank goodness for the lubricant on
the rubber.  Renee wheezed as I drove myself in to the root.  My balls
slapped against her hairless lips as I bottomed out.  I reared back,
grabbing her hips and pulling the child up on to her knees.  Her open
jacket slid up, baring the olive skin of her back.  The muscles shifted and
tensed across her ribs.  I slid out, glorying in the feel of her sphincter
grasping my hardness, then dug my fingers into her thighs and yanked her
back against me.

   "Oh god, oh god, oh god," I heard myself muttering between clenched
teeth as I pounded Renee's ten-year-old ass harder and faster than I ever
had in the whole year-plus since I'd taught her to submit to anal sex. 
Muffled groans and squeals came from underneath the jacket.  Her arms were
stretched over her head and she was trying to dig out fistfuls of the stiff
foam of the mats.  I realized I was hearing the faint strains of some
horrible-sounding punk band carried on the wind from someone's stereo
across the lake and without meaning to had matched my fevered pace to the
beat.  Despite the brisk air sweat ran down my face and dripped onto
Renee's spine as I fucked her as deep and as fast as I could.  Her cheeks
jiggled with each thrust.  My hairy thighs slapped again and again against
the pale smooth moons.  Her knees scrabbled for purchase as she spread them
wider, trying to ease the pressure of my adult cock plunging in and out of
her back passage.

   "What'd you...LEARN!" I grunted, flexing my cock to swell it and shoving
myself into her even more brutally.

   "Hiii!" she squealed as the pressure of my cock filling her bowels drove
the breath from her little lungs.  "You don't...fight...fair!" she ground
out.

   "That's...RIGHT!" I said, gritting my teeth against the exquisite
burning of her colon twisting around my manflesh.  "Sparring is one thing,
but there's no...RULES...in a real...FIGHT!  You...have
to...WIN!...WIN!...WINnnARGH!" I tried to drive my cock right through the
ten-year-old's body as my cum boiled over and the first shot burned its way
up my constricted shaft.  Renee kicked her feet futilely against my iron
grip as I spasmed over and over, emptying my balls into her rectum.

   Finally I was finished and all the strength seemed to drain out of me,
too.  I let go of Renee.  She was going to have bruises around her hips. 
She fell forward to sprawl flat on her stomach.  My cock slid out of her
but her reflective clench of her stretched sphincter left the condom poking
half out, obscenely dribbling a froth of jizz and lubricant onto her thigh.
I fell forward, supporting myself on elbows and knees to keep my weight off
the preteen.  She was bare from her shoulderblades down to her toes and I
could feel the heat rising off her skin.  I rolled off to one side and
that's when I saw Karen and Stanley.

   Somehow the sound of them driving up, getting out of the car, and
walking down the hill had managed to escape my attention, but we were the
center of theirs.  Stanley's eyes were bulging.  He was also bulging lower
down and seemed to be restraining himself with difficulty from relieving
the pressure.

   Karen, of course, had no such conflict - no surprise, since I had
dedicated the past year and a half of her life to eliminating every vestige
of self-restraint from her personality.  The twelve-year-old's feet were
planted wide and her hand was pressed against her short skirt at the
juncture of her coltish, tights-clad legs.  Her lush lips were parted and
her tonguetip darted in and out as her blue eyes stared at her
thoroughly-plundered younger sister.

   Annoyed, I yanked the bloated condom out of Renee's backside - the child
shuddered as it snapped free - and tossed it awkwardly.  Karen flinched but
it still splatted across her forehead, dribbling cum over her glasses, down
one cheek and into her blonde hair.  "You mind?" I said peevishly.
   To be continued...