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   Jenny's Couch Book II, part 15 (Mg, mg, gg, ped, inc, oral, anal, voy,
tg) by Rufus Fugit

   "Take it out," I whispered.  Renee scowled back at me.  I gently pushed
my fingertips against her temples to turn her head forward so I could
continue brushing out her hair.  I was sitting in my big old leather
recliner.  Renee sat in my lap with her back straight.  Her thick,
waist-length brown hair was damp from the shower.  The scent of my
conditioner and the warmth and weight of her little butt had me half-hard
again, even after our recent exertions in the back yard.  But there was no
skin-to-skin contact.  I was wearing fresh khakis and a light sweater and
Renee's compact body was swallowed in my robe, white terrycloth covering
her from neck to ankles.  Her sturdy bare feet straddled my knees.  "You're
wearing it, aren't you?" I continued softly.  "Take it out, and I'll show
you something special."

   In return I got another scowl.  My not-really-niece had the best scowl
I'd ever seen on a ten-year-old.  She was still sulking a little about the
way our sparring session had ended with some hard-core assfucking.  Even
though the child had learned to enjoy the anal sex we regularly engaged in,
and even though she finished the session with a pretty strong orgasm -
well, we both did - Renee was still annoyed at the way I'd cheated. 
"Look," I'd said, "you want to be a good fighter to protect your sister,
right?  Well, people don't always fight fair.  You know that." Karen's
disastrous evening at the truck stop on the way home had proven that.  But
at ten her moral universe was still pretty black-and-white.  Sparring had
rules, and I should've followed them.  "I don't want to see yours again,"
she huffed.  "Nasty old thing."

   I chuckled in reply.  "No, I said something special." I brushed the
child's hair in silence for a few moments, patiently working through the
tangles.

   Finally, I felt her weight shift as she reached a hand inside the
bathrobe, though I couldn't see what she was doing.  "There, happy?" she
said.

   In response I reached for the TV remote, clicking off the martial arts
exhibition we were watching on ESPN one million and switching to the webcam
I had perched on top of the monitor.  Suddenly, Renee was looking at
herself: a dark-haired child in the very earliest stage of puberty, her
round face still pink from the shower, swaddled in a grownup-sized terry
bathrobe with only face, hands, and feet visible.  Well, and one other
thing: sprouting from her lap just beneath the robe's tie was an
adult-sized fake penis.  Seven inches of pink molded latex stood straight
up from the ten-year-old's crotch.  The tip wobbled nearly at the level of
her sternum.
I sat up to look over Renee's shoulder.  On the screen her eyes went
wide and her mouth dropped open.  She grabbed the rubber strap-on at the
bottom of its shaft with her left hand.  She pulled it forward then jerked
it back to slap against her stomach, laughing as the figure on the screen
did the same.  The image was reversed so that it was effectively a mirror.
She waggled it again and I felt her jump and press her tight little butt
against my crotch.  Her eyes were avid and I heard her breath catch in her
throat as I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Look at your great big
cock," Her laughter died away, replaced by a concentrated, wide-eyed
expression I had seen before.  My own tool throbbed in sympathy.  I never
tired of talking dirty to the children.  I had trained Renee and her sister
that it was a normal and natural part of our sex play.  So when I said, "Do

you like what you see, Renee?" the little girl responded.

   "Yeah, I like my penis," she said, continuing to watch herself move the
latex shaft back and forth.  "I have a big penis." Her breathing got deeper
and faster and her face was beginning to flush.  There was even a little
sheen of sweat breaking out around her wide hazel eyes.  I was looking over
Renee's shoulder, switching my focus from the screen to the real child in
my lap.  The two tiny moles along her jawline moved as she swallowed.  She
was gripping the strap-on more purposefully now, moving it around in a
tight little circle as if she were stirring cake batter.  At the same time
her hips began to rotate in a counter-rhythm.  She was humping her preteen
cunny gently against the appliance.

   "Is your cunt getting tingly?" I leaned down to lick behind Renee's ear
as I spoke.

   "My cunt..." Renee sighed.  Her eyes were glued to the screen.  The
sight was pretty awesome: a ten-year-old girl gripping the adult-sized cock
sprouting from her lap, masturbating it like a pro, as if she'd had one all
her life.  "My penis!" she suddenly exclaimed.  "My penis is hard!  And
it's...hot!  And, and, I...I want..."

   "Do you want me to play with your big, hot cock, Renee?" I asked, and
without waiting for an answer I wrapped my hand around hers, tugging the
latex shaft forwards and back - in a way that would have been painful, even
anatomically impossible, for the real thing - and pressing firmly against
the tender girlflesh beneath.

   "Ooo..." Renee sighed in her high voice.  "I want...I want to...like you
did...at the store...ah!" Her butt was wriggling more energetically in my
lap now.  Her feet were twitching a little.  On the screen I could see her
little toes curling and relaxing.

   "You want a boy to suck on your hard penis?" I whispered in her ear and
was rewarded with a delightful pressure against my rapidly-inflating tool
as the child's whole body shivered.  "Yeah!  Yeah!" Renee's breath was
coming in quick gasps now.  She pulled her hand from beneath mine, leaving
me in control of the joystick as it were, and fumbled for the opening in
the robe.  Lost in her fantasy, she didn't protest as I undid the tie and
exposed her tummy above the strap-on.  Instead she just wormed her hand
beneath the crotch plate.  She pressed her head back against my left
pectoral and her hips began to gyrate more vigorously.  I became aware of
the sound of fingers sliding over wet girlflesh underneath her panting.

   "What about...fucking?" I hit the consonants extra-hard as I whispered
the perverted suggestion into the ten-year-old's blushing ear.  "Would you
like to take that big cock of yours and fuck a boy?" As I spoke I slid my
free hand into the open robe, stroking over her tensing abdomen and up
until I had one fat, erect nipple in my palm, the plum-sized breast bud
soft and hot underneath it.  A thrill shot through me as I realized Renee's
image on the screen showed the barest hint of definition in her abs beneath
her baby fat.  She still had no figure to speak of but her belly was
beginning to lose her little girl's pudge.  Her boobies, too, were
definitely breast tissue and no longer just puppyfat.  They were nearly all
nipple; I wondered if she would keep those large nips as she matured. 
Added to these signs of nascent pubescence were the increasing strength of
her climaxes.  They were becoming more than just a fun kid's game to her, a
quick little shiver and done.

   A vision formed in my head of Renee as a teenager - full breasts, a
narrow waist and Jenny's sturdy hips.  A thick, dark bush framing her
labia. My heart pounded and my cock strained against her weight in my lap.
Could it be that I loved Renee for herself, and not just for the child's
body that she let me plunder so freely?  Then, unbidden, added to my vision
was the strap-on covering her well-grown sex and pointing up at the valley
between rounded tits.  And me kneeling between her thighs, looking up at
those hazel eyes dancing with mischief and full of adult wisdom as I
worshipped that bobbing fake cock.

   I groaned, but managed to banish the delightful vision.  "Would you like
to fuck a boy in the ass?" I repeated.  Renee nodded jerkily.  Her eyes
were still glued to the screen, specifically at the sight of the rubber
penis sprouting from her lap.  She humped herself up in rhythm with my hand
as I mimed jerking her off.  Her wrist and forearm were moving rapidly and
the scent of baby shampoo became overlaid with something sharper and more
piquant.  "A special boy, or any boy?"

   "...huh?" The child was so concentrated on her fantasy and growing
arousal that she couldn't quite parse my question.

   "If you could fuck a boy in the ass," I repeated patiently, "Would it
matter if you didn't know him?" This time the question sank in, and Renee
sat up suddenly, turning to look at me directly.  My hand slid off her
titty as she took her hand out of her lap and pulled the robe together with
shiny fingers.  Just like that her focus shifted from her own childish
arousal - to me.  Her expression was quizzical, her intense gaze as always
incongruous in a child so young.

   "How would I find a boy I don't know who would let me do, you know -"
she bounced lightly, making the strap-on wobble and jiggle.  "- That?  To
him?"

   "Well, I bet your sister could help out with that, couldn't you, Karen?"

   "Umph?" Renee and I turned to look at where her older sister sprawled on
the couch.  Like Renee the twelve-year-old was fresh from the shower, her
skin pink and clean and her waist-length hair still damp.  Unlike the
younger girl, Karen was stark naked.  Her coltish legs were spread, one
foot resting on the couch back and the other hanging off the seat.  At the
juncture of her thighs her nearly-bald preteen cunt gaped open.  Pale cream
oozed from her vagina between fat, swollen labia.  Above the hole the
child's oversized clitoris was a glistening, wine-red knob.  At the crest
of her prominent mound her small patch of blonde pubes seemed to sparkle in
the overhead light.  Karen's head was pillowed on her foster-brother's
thigh.  He was caressing and pinching her pert, teacup-sized breasts with
one hand.  With the other he held her wrists pinned over her head.  Her
response to my question was indistinct because her mouth was stuffed full
of the college boy's cock.  Her chin and cheeks were shiny with spit and
drool trailed down her neck.

   Karen moved her head back, tonguing Stanley's tool out of her mouth. 
She lipped and nibbled once up and down the wet shaft, then lay back so
that the erection rested across her chin.  I drank in the obscene sight of
a stiff, angry adult penis laying on the sixth-grader's face.  Her blue
eyes crossed slightly as she gazed at it.  "What..." The child's eyelids
fluttered closed briefly as Stanley continued to play with her titties. 
"What can I do?"

   Stanley's head was resting against the couch back as the twelve-year-old
fellated him.  Now he spoke without opening his eyes.  "You can do what you
do best, fuckin' whore." He spoke without heat but punctuated his words
with a sharp little pinch to one of Karen's erect nips.  She jumped and
gasped.  I was glad to see Stanley's attitude so improved.  The college boy
had first been shocked when he had discovered that his foster sister had
become a child prostitute.  Shock had turned to revulsion when naked,
tipsy, and smeared with semen from several of his friends, she had plopped
into his lap and offered herself to him.  And later on revulsion had turned
to fury when she had taunted him for refusing her sloppy, well-used preteen
charms.

   It had taken some conniving by Renee and some hard talk by me, but
thankfully by the end of our trip back from his college Stanley's attitude
had moderated.  Having Karen swallowing two, three, five loads of his sperm
daily hadn't hurt either.  Karen still adored him as her big brother and if
he didn't reciprocate that adoration, neither did he reject it.  Especially
when, like now, he could stick his big brother cock into little sister's
talented mouth.

   Now he opened his eyes to gaze down at the child writhing on the couch.
"You have something the boy will want," he explained patiently, taking his
hand off her chest and reaching down to give her a sharp little pat on her
spread cunt.  Karen jerked at his touch.  His fingers came away sticky. 
"You tell him he can have that babycunt if he lets your sister do what she
wants.  See?  Easy - it's just whoring."

   Karen's flinch was barely noticeable and the sadness moving in her eyes
quickly suppressed.  After weeks and weeks of escalating sexual abuse and
then a year of prostituting herself that little word had become central to
the twelve-year-old's self image.  She was a whore, and when her cunt
burned for release, she was happy.  She was happy when some adult's cock
filled her up and quenched her need.  She was happy to troll the park near
her house, happy to whore herself to strangers, taking their money and
their semen, happy for the rawness and soreness between her legs when she
limped home afterwards.  She was happy to wake every morning with the heat
already growing in her center, happy to squirm in her damp panties on the
hard wooden pews at church, happy to masturbate herself to exhaustion every
night in her bed.  She was happy.  It was the little girl who quailed to
find herself disrobing before the greedy eyes of yet another grownup, the
little girl who couldn't seem to wash away the feel of cum sticky on her
skin or rinse the taste out of her mouth, the gooey clog from her throat.
It was the little girl who spanked her whore babycunt and pinched herself
until she bled, whose eyes welled with tears when even that didn't damp the
flames of desire.  It was the little girl who couldn't bear to hear her big
brother call her a whore.  But the little girl was gone.  Karen was a
whore, and she was happy.  She was.  "But...is it okay?" Karen asked
Stanley, freeing one hand from his grip and moving it down to rub between
her legs.

   "Hey!" Stanley exclaimed and Karen yelped as he smacked her swollen
vulva again, harder this time.  "Hands off the babycunt!" He was looking at
me with a crooked smirk on his face as he spoke.  It was at my coaching
that he had forbidden Karen to masturbate while the wound she had sustained
to her clit was healing.  That had been one of my favorite tactics last
year at the start of her "training".  Depriving the then-eleven-year-old of
release for a day or two had just fueled her obsession, and deepened her
humiliation at her body's growing need, and it had made her more receptive
to allowing me to do things to her that no grownup should be doing.  Now it
had been almost two weeks, and that after a year of fucking as much as she
could, often multiple times a day.

   I moved Renee gently off my lap and stood, leaving the younger girl to
lie back on the recliner.  Her robe parted, revealing her sturdy legs and
just the barest hint of a tan line at the top of her thighs.  I was briefly
entranced by the sight of her stroking her fingertips up and down her latex
cock, but I managed to tear my gaze away.  I stepped to the couch and knelt
between Karen's spread thighs.  I bent to blow gently on her spread labia.
She groaned and rotated her skinny hips, and a fresh dollop of cream oozed
out of her hole and down over her perineum to join the small puddle beneath
her pale ass cheeks.  The twelve-year-old's clitoris was swollen and shiny
with her juices but instead of sticking straight out or nestling in the
little keyhole at the top of her slit, the wrinkled flesh was curled down
and twisted around itself.  It looked like a giant burgundy popcorn shrimp.

   Stanley reached down and gently pinched the tip between thumb and
finger. Karen made a noise that sounded like "eegh!" and her hips jerked
involuntarily.  That stretched her pubescent pleasure organ nearly as far
as it would go and before she could recover I pinned the sixth-grader's
thighs in place.  She moaned, whether in pain or pleasure I couldn't say.
If that difference still had any meaning for her.

   Stanley pulled up gently, exposing the underside of Karen's tender flesh
and the crooked ridge where we had superglued the edges of the ragged tear
together.  As far as I could tell it was healing cleanly.  It was raised
and - I gently stroked a finger over - hard, like a callus, but there was
no excessive redness or inflammation.  Thank god.  Karen's moans turned to
quiet whimpers.  I glanced upward to see that her teeth were gritted and
her whole body was trembling.  After twelve days of enforced celibacy just
this little bit of contact was almost overwhelming to the child.  I could
feel her heat on my face and the scent of her oozing cunt cream was sharp
in my nose.  I had to readjust my own organ that throbbed in sympathy with
Karen's frustration.

   Reluctantly I sat up, restraining myself from shoving my face into her
lightly-fuzzed cunny.  "You look great, kiddo," I told her.  Stanley turned
loose and Karen's nude body jerked on the couch as her stretched clitty
snapped back and curled under again.  It left her panting and blowing,
sweat glowing on her rippling abdomen and high forehead.  "I think Karen's
open for business!" I said cheerily.  I quickly outlined what I wanted her
to do, then went to the study to make a quick phone call.

   Half an hour later there was a knock at the door.  Karen spit out
Stanley's cock again, swiped fresh jizz off her chin, and scampered out of
the room.  Stanley hurriedly tucked himself away and sat up.  Renee sat
primly at the other end of the couch, my robe again belted tightly around
her solid little body.  I opened the door to greet the gawky teenager on my
porch.  I'd seen Paul mowing yards around the neighborhood last summer. 
After checking with the neighbors and getting uniformly good references,
I'd hired him myself for yardwork - mowing, raking, cleaning the gutters
and such.  He'd never recognized me.

   "Hi Paul." I ushered him into the house, noting as he slid by that he
now overtopped me.  The boy had been having a serious growth spurt this
fall.  He was whipcord thin but solid, all stringy muscle as I knew from
admiring him working shirtless in my yard.  His hair was dark brown and
untamable; he wore it shoulder-length but pulled into a sloppy club.  His
eyes were dark too.  They roamed around the room now, taking in the young
man and girl on my couch.  I noticed the beginnings of a mustache riding
the outer edges of his upper lip.  He was wearing one of those Mexican
cotton hoodie sweaters and - despite the brisk winter day - sagging cargo
shorts and Converse hi-tops with no socks.

   "Hey, Mr.  B.  You said you had some work you needed done...?  You want
me to chop up that deadwood in the back and haul it out?"

   "No, not today Paul.  I have something else.  It's, uh, well, it's
different kind of work." Paul cocked his head and looked at me
questioningly.  "And since it's a different kind of work, I've got a
different kind of payment in mind." I raised my voice.  "Karen, can you
come out here, please?" And with that Karen pranced into the room,
waist-length blond hair swishing around her torso.  She was still
completely bare.  She stopped in the archway, putting her hand against the
wall over her head and striking a hip-shot model pose.  Moisture gleamed on
her vulva, her straining clitty, and down the insides of her pale, skinny
thighs.  She gave her shoulders a shake, making her immature breasts bounce
and shimmy lewdly.  "Hi, remember me?" she asked in her child's imitation
of an adult's seductive purr.

   If life were a Tex Avery cartoon, the air horn would have sounded,
Paul's feet would have left the ground, and his tongue would have unrolled
to about a yard in length.  As it was his eyes bugged out and his whole
body jerked as if he'd been hit with a cattle prod.  "Holy shit!" he
exclaimed.  "She's...she's NAKED!"

   I guffawed at Paul's unconscious echo of the first words he'd ever said
to Karen, because it was indeed he who had discovered the special nature of
Karen's costume two Hallowe'ens past, the night I had forced her to
trick-or-treat clad only in slippers, a kitty-ear headband and body paint,
and it was he who I had forced Karen to fellate in exchange for twenty
dollars.  His was the first penis she had ever had in her mouth besides
mine, but only the first of nearly thirty she'd had stuck into her by the
end of that evening.  It had been quite an energetic debut for the
newly-minted preteen prostitute.

   "He doesn't remember me," Karen fake-pouted.  "Maybe this will help,"
she continued, and the nude sixth-grader brought her hand from behind her
back, showing that she was holding a costume cat's tail.  But instead of a
belt or band at the top to hold it on, it was crowned by a fat teardrop of
black latex like an oversized pacifier that shone with lube.  In her best
model walk, Karen padded into the room, brushing her bare breasts against
Paul as she squeezed past him.  She spread her feet to shoulder width and
bent gracefully from the waist, pressing her tummy against the edge of the
couch back.  She looked over her shoulder right into Paul's eyes.  She
pulled her asscheek open with her free hand, revealing her anal rosebud
likewise shiny with oil.  Her smile became a slight grimace as she probed
at her back entrance with the buttplug.

   Karen's jaw clenched and she sighed as her preteen asshole reluctantly
dilated.  She slowly pushed the buttplug home, seating it in her rectum. 
She flicked the switch on the boot and the silence in the room was filled
by a hum emerging from between her juvenile buttocks, and a soft groan of
pleasure as the vibrations reached her yearning, overstimulated clitoris.
"My name's Karen," she said, turning to face Paul directly.  He was more
than a full head taller and he looked absolutely stunned as he stared down
at her naked body, and the costume tail swishing back and forth against her
calves.  "I'm Karen and I'm a whore.  And you can fuck me this afternoon if
you want."

   Paul's mouth worked.  "I..." He swallowed and tried again.  "You..." He
turned to me.  "It was you!" he finally managed.

   "That's right, it sure was," I smiled.  I stepped behind Karen and
cupped her developing breasts, holding the warm, perky flesh in my hands.
"You remember these weren't much more than bumps the last time you saw
them." I tugged on the sixth-grader's nipples, twisting the hot nubs in
opposite directions.  Karen whimpered softly in her throat and pressed back
against me to keep her balance.  "Now look at 'em, huh?  Anyway, I feel bad
because she gave you a hell of a blowjob but a bunch of your buddies got to
go all the way.  She was a great lay then, and she's been whoring for more
than a year now so she's way better, even.  Look at that babycunt, she can
screw you inside-out with it!  Have you fucked yet?"

   Paul shook his head slowly but his eyes remained glued to Karen's naked
body.  Slowly, as if he were afraid a sudden move would wake him from the
dream he found himself in, his hands came up to gently brush against the
child's puffy, swollen nipples.  "Yeah...." Karen breathed softly and in
response Paul began to stroke and tug on the stiff pink nubs harder.  Her
eyes drifted closed, her sighs became quiet moans, and she shuffled her
bare feet on the hardwood floor between us.

   "No, I haven't," Paul finally said quietly.  "I never...not since...the
last time." The boy must have had no idea what a handsome young man he was
becoming, but no matter.  Lack of experience would, I hoped, make him more
likely to agree to our proposition.  I let go of one hot breast and reached
down between our bodies to jiggle that buttplug embedded in Karen's preteen
ass.  She groaned aloud but understood my signal.  She wrapped her arms
around Paul and pressed herself against the much taller boy.  She raised
herself on tiptoes to hunch her hot, leaking snatch against Paul's crotch.
Now it was his turn to groan as the twelve-year-old rubbed against the
obvious bulge in his cargo shorts.  The sharp scent of Karen's cunt rose as
her baby honey dampened the rough fabric.

   "I'll fuck you," Karen said baldly, her wide blue eyes staring up into
Paul's.  "I'll fuck you, and you won't even have to pay, but you have to do
something for me first.  Okay?" I was pretty sure at this point that Paul
would have agreed to chew off his own head if that's what Karen asked.  He
nodded dumbly, and Karen stepped back.  She gently disengaged Paul's hands
from her engorged nipples and walked - a little shakily, I thought - around
the back of the couch to stand behind her sister.  "This is Renee," Karen
explained, resting her hands lightly on the younger girl's terry-covered
shoulders.  "She wants to do some things with you."

   Renee, for all her eagerness before Paul arrived, looked mortally
embarrassed.  Her cheeks were blushing pink, her hands twisted together in
her lap, and she looked anywhere but at Paul.  Unlike her sister she had
little experience having sex with strangers.  With a few exceptions I was
her sole partner and for the last year or so I was the only adult she had
been naked with.  So when Paul said, "What kind of 'things'?" she didn't
respond.  It fell to Karen to lean over and spread the bathrobe, letting
Renee's fake penis spring out into view.

   Paul's eyes bugged out again at the sight of a ten-year-old girl
apparently sporting a seven-inch hardon.  Karen leaned over to grip the
shaft and pump it once.  The knobs of her spine stood out.  Fine blond
hairs highlighted the motion of the muscles in her arm and her back. 
"Renee wants you to suck her cock, Paul," Karen said.  "Will you do that
for me?"

   The boy just stared, and Renee squirmed under his gaze.  Hoping he
wasn't about to hurt her feelings I put in, "No one here will tell, you
don't have to worry about people thinking you're gay or anything..."

   He cut a quizzical glance at me as if the suggestion were absurd.  "Who
gives a shit about that?" he said offhandedly, which I guess gave me hope
for today's youth, "But it's just...weird.  What's she get...I mean, it's
just fake, right?  Why does she...?

   "I just do!" Renee piped up.  She was still embarrassed but covering it
with crossness.  "Fine, if you don't want to, then don't!"

   "No, it's OK," Paul said hastily, his eyes traveling up and down Karen's
bare body.  "I suck...that...her...and then we can, like, do it?" he asked.
I could tell he was completely weirded out by the situation but his
hormones wouldn't let him walk away.

   "Suck it, and then one other thing," Karen said dismissively as if
whatever it was, was no big deal.  The kid had good instincts.

   Paul looked at me.  I nodded encouragingly.  He looked at Karen, who
cupped her own titties and favored him with a brittle,
supposed-to-be-seductive smile.  He looked at Renee, who scowled and
wouldn't meet his eye.  He shrugged more to himself than anything.  He used
his heel to drag the area rug up against the couch right below Renee's
dangling toes, and dropped to his knees in front of the ten-year-old. 
Renee kept her gaze down, staring at the wobbling tip of her penis.  "Hi,"
he said softly.  "I'm Paul."

   "Hi, Paul," Renee mumbled.  "Would you..."

   "What?"

   "Suck my penis!" Renee burst out.  "Okay?  I want you to suck my penis!"
All eyes were on the fourth-grader and I took the opportunity to switch the
webcam to record.  I had a general rule not to capture any images of the
children's sex play in the interest of self-preservation, but this was just
too good to pass up.  The tv monitor was switched off so no one but me knew
I was recording.

   Paul nodded and bent his head.  Renee dragged in a big breath and her
eyes got enormous as the tip of her strap-on disappeared into the
teenager's mouth.  He began a slow, gentle bobbing motion, taking in just
the head and a bit more.  _He's done that before_, I thought to myself. 
Paul wrapped his hand loosely around the base of the shaft.  Renee's ragged
breathing was the loudest sound in the room.  The child squirmed on the
couch.  The robe fell back as she opened her thighs, baring her short legs
and exposing the faux-leather crotch piece pressed against her smooth mound
and the elastic straps holding it in place.

   "You're sucking my penis," Renee gasped out in a high, breathy voice. 
"Suck my penis harder.  Suck it!" The fourth-grader wrapped her legs around
Paul's torso, pressing her heels into his back.  She slumped down and
pushed her butt forwards to the edge of the cushions.  Both of her little
hands went beneath the backing and the latex pole wobbled, her knuckles
pushed it from behind as she began masturbating.  Her little toes flexed
and curled as she humped up into Paul's face, forcing him to pull back. 
Her eyes were wild as she watched the fake cock disappearing into the
teen's mouth.  Her fingers worked more energetically behind the appliance.
She began to move her head from side to side, mussing the thick brown hair
that I had just brushed out.  She groaned softly, little "uhhhh, uhhhh,
uhhhh" sounds as she coaxed pleasure from her baby clitoris.  Paul bobbed
faster, hamming it up a little with deliberate slurping and burping sounds
as his lips slid across the latex.  Renee's whole body jumped and shuddered
with each obscene noise.

   Watching Renee's mounting excitement was making me crazy with lust for
the child.  My cock throbbed painfully inside my khakis, sliding
deliciously against my boxers as precum soaked the satiny fabric.  My pulse
pounded in my ears.  I was overcome with the sense memory of the first time
I had anally penetrated her, right here on this very couch.  I remembered
the cushion fabric scraping against my knees, the warmth of her asscheeks
against my thighs, the incredible tightness of her sphincter as I labored
to shove my penis into the little girl, her high-pitched voice groaning and
whining in protest.  Then I saw her standing naked in flickering firelight
on the beach, her hands clapped over her laughing mouth and her hazel eyes
dancing with delight when I first fastened the strap-on around her hips.  I
had no idea why having a penis had turned out to carry such an erotic
charge for the child, and Renee was unable to articulate a reason.  Well,
sexuality is a deep and mysterious drive.  Maybe one day we'd figure it
out.

   In the meantime, my own erection was demanding a release that I couldn't
yet take, but I could no longer resist touching my little lover.  I sat
down next to Renee on the couch.  I gripped myself through my pants.  With
my other hand I untied the robe and spread it open, exposing her
completely. I let my hand rove over her chest, tracing the corrugations of
her ribcage, palming one tiny breastlet and then the other, tugging gently
on a fat, stiff nipple.  I leaned over and kissed along her jawline,
tonguing at the two small moles.  Her clean scent filled my nostrils, and I
felt the warmth of her skin on my lips and face.  "Look at your cock,
Renee," I whispered in her ear.  "Look at that boy sucking on your big, hot
cock." Sweat gleamed on the child's flushed cheeks below wide, wild eyes.
Her gaze locked to Paul's as his mouth rose and fell, rose and fell.  I
slid my hand down over her rippling belly and behind the strap-on, pushing
her fingers to the side and sliding my own over her bald mound and into her
slit.  She was soaked, wetter than I could ever remember.  Her chubby labia
were slippery and hot and her clitoris was a stiff little pea against my
palm.

   Karen's blond hair brushed against my forehead and fell over my eyes. 
The naked twelve-year-old leaned over her little sister, palming and
stroking the child's nascent breasts.  Her breath was hot on the back of my
neck, and I glanced up to see she was grinding her pelvis against the couch
back.  Her clit, obscenely swollen to much greater size than Renee's,
peeked over the edge as she pinched it between the cushion and her mons.

   I diddled my finger rapidly up and down Renee's hot, moist slit.  The
child's whole body went rigid, her legs momentarily shooting out straight.
"Is your penis hot, Renee?" I demanded.  She moaned in response, "uh huh,
uh huh, uh HUH."

   "You're going to squirt soon, Renee," I continued, feeding the child's
fantasy and my own love of talking dirty to her.  "Your big hot penis is
going to squirt into his mouth!" As I spoke I stroked faster and faster
between her bald labia.

   Her high, childish moans merged to become a continuous keen. 
"OooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!" Then her undeveloped body went completely rigid.  Her
bare ass came up off the couch entirely, driving the dildo deep into Paul's
throat.  His eyes widened and he gagged and pulled back.  My middle finger
was pressed deep into Renee's slit, curled to almost touch her cherry.  I
felt her inner muscles spasm and flutter and a trickle of fresh heat coated
my fingertip as her orgasm overtook her.  Glancing up at her face I saw
that her eyes were squinched shut.  Her chin was thrown back and little
cords stood out in her thin neck.  "EEEEEE!" she squealed, the loudest sex
noise I'd ever heard the child make, but this looked and felt like the
strongest climax she'd ever had.

   Renee held herself rigid for a good ten seconds and then just as
quickly, the child went limp, collapsing back onto the couch.  Her belly
heaved as she panted, and sweat trickled down the sides of her torso.  A
huge smile spread across her face as she watched her penis slip from
between Paul's lips.  It flopped back onto her stomach and lay there, pink
and glistening with saliva.  Karen reached down and buried her face in the
younger girl's thick hair and hugged her hard.  "Wow, that was a good one,
wasn't it?" Renee just nodded.
   To be continued...