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This and other stories available at /files/Authors/rufusfugit and http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/rufusfugit.htm. New stories are posted on the latter site first. Membership has its privileges. I'd like to extend my thanks to the small group of deeply disturbed individuals who make up my fan base. :-) I write for enjoyment; my only payment is knowing that my writing has brought pleasure to others. So feedback is always welcome. Also, please support asstr.org - bandwidth doesn't grow on trees. Jenny's Couch Book II, part 17 (Mg, mg, teen, ped, cons, oral, reluc, humil, prost, gasp, tort, first penetration) by Rufus Fugit My breath caught and I paused in the bathroom doorway as arousal briefly warred with my anger. Sidney had a handful of Karen's long blond hair and was pushing her face into the toilet. The sixth-grader struggled ineffectually, kicking her bare legs against the cold tiles. Even if her arms hadn't been bound behind her, she was no match for Sidney's strength. He yanked her head up. Dirty water streamed down the child's oval face. She coughed and spluttered, then opened her mouth to scream but before she could Stanley plunged her head back into the bowl. Her naked body flopped and flailed as she fought wildly but uselessly. Stanley was torturing his little sister, and her helpless degradation caused my cock to pulse and stiffen in my pants. But I had to step in. The boy was out of control and might easily have drowned her. I peeled his hand loose of her hair, then with a quick twist and a turn of my hip shoved him back against the doorway and pushed my forearm into his windpipe, hard. Now it was his turn to fight for breath. "Enough!" I glared at him. Behind me there was a splash and thump as Karen heaved herself out of the toilet and fell heavily onto her side. She drew in a long, rasping breath and began sobbing loudly. "You need to leave - now!" I said deliberately. "You're completely out of fucking line. Go for a walk, get in your car, whatever, I don't care. I don't want to see you until Jenny and Rob come for dinner." I dropped my arm and stepped back. Stanley blinked stupidly at me. His eyes were watering and his receding chin trembled. He turned without a word and walked out. A second later I heard the front door open and slam shut. Now, time for some damage control. The very first thing I did was dig a key out of my pocket and remove the handcuffs. I knelt and helped Karen to sit up with her shoulders against the wall. She slumped with her legs spread and the soles of her feet almost together. Her anal vibrator buzzed and chattered against the hard floor. Its attached tail was bent down and swished erratically between her spread thighs. I let her bawl while I got a washcloth. I waited for the water run warm in the sink over Renee's discarded dildo, soaped the cloth, and knelt to begin gently cleaning Karen's face. She was a mess. Her waist-length hair was soaked and tangled and clotted with little bits of spunk. Her face was blotchy and red from crying. A trail of snot ran from one nostril. Her cheeks and around her mouth will still marred by brown streaks. I gently scrubbed them away, stopping frequently to rinse out the washcloth. When her face was clean I gave her tender breasts a quick once-over, rubbing away the last of Stanley's ejaculate. "There," I said, gently tweaking one puffy pink nipple. "All clean." I gave the naked sixth-grader a quick peck on the lips to make sure my cleaning job was complete. She smelled of nothing but soap and tequila. The hurt in Karen's wide blue eyes was heartbreaking. "Whyyyy?" she moaned, sagging forward. Fresh tears dripped from her eyes. I sat down beside her on the floor and put my arm around her, pulling her against me. Her bare skin was warm through my clothing and I shifted to keep my penis from tenting uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, baby, I just don't think Stanley knows how to treat a whore. I know that he loves you as much as ever, but I think it just weirds him out that you like to fuck so much, fuck and suck cock and masturbate and take it up the ass..." Oops, I was getting distracted. "I'll have to talk to him some more, make sure he understands that just because you fuck dogs doesn't mean he can treat you bad." I felt the little girl's flinch as I mentioned her recent canine adventures. "But you know, even though Stanley wasn't very nice, today was good for you." "Good? How? It was awful, what he made me do." I was starting to get a little tired of her sniveling. "A good whore does what she's told. Even though you didn't want to, you were a really good whore. I'm proud of you." Karen shifted uncomfortably as she struggled to accept my praise for her depraved act. "And plus, you learned something new. Next time some man might ask you to eat his ass, now you know you can do it. And you can get more money for it, so that's really good." Karen's shoulders sagged. "Right?" Her agreement was barely audible. Her eyes were fixed on her hands twisting in her lap. We sat for a few seconds in silence, except for the muted buzz coming from her behind, and it was then I noticed that she was using her hands to press lightly against her mound. "Oh, your babycunt's heating up again, isn't it?" I kept my voice light. "That's good, because you still owe Paul a good fucking. Let's see how things look." I closed the lid and half-lifted her to sit on the toilet, spreading her legs and seating myself on the floor in front of her. Her cunt looked beautiful. Well-used, but beautiful. Her outer lips were stretched and reddened, bare except for a dusting of fine blond hairs. Only at the apex of her mons was the hair coarser and starting to curl. Beneath that tuft her clitoris was swollen and slick. Since her injury it no longer stuck out as much; the tip curled under now but it was still oversized, nestled to one side at the top of her slit. It was a deep, deep magenta in color under a coating of Karen's creamy secretions. It throbbed slightly with her heartbeat. Her inner lips were more developed than the last time I had examined them closely. I didn't think they would ever get really really prominent but they were slightly thicker and protruded a little further. They gaped open now, revealing a blood-red opening from which cream oozed steadily. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The preteen's aroma was intoxicating as always. I couldn't resist leaning forward and swiping my tongue up one lip and down the other. Then I burrowed into her slit and upwards, filling my mouth with her piquant juice until my lips fastened around her newly-healed clitoris. I pursed my lips and sucked, stretching it into my mouth and trilling my tongue against it at the same time. Karen's sobs became sighs and then soft moans as I lapped greedily at her sloppy snatch. Her hips started to twitch so I reached around and dug my fingers into her sweaty cheeks, pulling her hard against me until I could feel the buzzing of her buttplug through my lips and jaw. The tiled bathroom filled with obscene slurping sounds. Her flow got heavier until it was coming faster than I could swallow. Cream squished out into my mustache and ran down my chin. I even got some up my nose. Next thing I knew Karen's hands grabbed my hair and pulled me even harder into her crotch. "Oh, yesssss, my babycunt, eat it," she gasped out. "Eat it, whore babycunt, my whore babycunt, hot, so hot, oh Jeez, whore, dirty whore, dirty filthy whore, Jeez, Jeez..." she was barely coherent. As her body responded, her legs twitching with little pre-orgasmic shocks, the pure, simple, burning sexual pleasure overcame everything else, washed away the emotional turmoil of betrayal and disgust at the horrible act Stanley had forced her to perform. Her humiliation only fed the fire, fed the ache that she only knew one way to soothe. She was almost ready. I broke away from the child's perverse embrace and stood. As I turned to dig into the linen closet I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, glistening from eyes to chin with her preteen sex juices. Karen stared up at me, her chest heaving and her swollen nipples outthrust. Her butt slid back and forth in a puddle of her own lubrication, and she made little grunting sounds of displeasure at the sudden withdrawal of stimulation. She was more than a little drunk, though, and before she could react further I found what I was looking for at the back of the shelf under some towels. She blinked as the choke-chain dropped over her head and rattled around her neck, and slowly followed the pink leather leash up to my hands. I bent to whisper in her ear. "You ready to fuck now? Ready to get that babycunt filled up? Paul's out there waiting." Karen's eyes swam into focus on my face. I saw my words sink in and suddenly her gangly form was on its feet and running for the living room. She didn't get far, though, as the leash jerked taut and the choke-chain did its job. But it didn't stop her. She leaned forwards, struggling with all her strength against the cold metal links digging into her neck. Her bare toes scrabbled for purchase on the carpeting. Her arms were stretched out in front of her. She grunted and fought for breath but it only seemed to further inflame her preteen lust. I walked Karen slowly back to the living room. By the time we got there her face was bright red. Her mouth was wide open, tongue extended, her eyes wide and wild. With every tug against the leash a small squirt of cunt juice oozed down her thigh. Paul was slouched naked on the couch, slowly wanking himself. When he saw Karen his hand froze in mid-stroke and his mouth fell open in astonishment. There was little left of the coquettish child prostitute who had teased and cajoled him when he first arrived, and nothing at all of the demure honor student who sang soprano in the church choir. Grunting and fighting for breath with her hair tangled, sweat pouring off her naked body and preteen sex juices dripping down her legs she looked - and smelled - like a wild animal. I dropped the leash, and Karen dashed across the room and threw herself onto Paul with a "smack!" of skin against skin. She knocked his hand aside, seized his erection in her own, and in a smooth, practiced movement, raised up and then dropped, impaling herself completely. "AIEEE!" she screamed, throwing her head back as the pleasure of penetration exploded through her pubescent body. And just like that, Paul's virginity disappeared inside the cunt of a preteen prostitute. It was the first fuck for him; I had no idea how many it was for her. Well over a thousand, anyway. Karen braced herself against the back of the couch and began fucking with abandon, jamming herself down again and again. She yipped in agonized joy as Paul's glans butted her cervix. I moved around so I could see her face and her titties bouncing violently. Watching the twelve-year-old totally consumed by the pulsing shaft burning inside her was...well, almost indescribably hot. I never tired of the sight. I was squeezing my own tool through my pants in rhythm to her thrusts. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth clenched. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME," she babbled, the words driven out of her on every downstroke. "FUCK my WHORE babyCUNT godGODgodGOD..." The leash dangling down her back bounced wildly, and the links of her choke-collar jingled merrily. It wasn't until Paul stiffened and lifted his ass off the couch that I realized: no condom. It was already too late to do anything about it. Karen threw her head back and whined as the heat of Paul's ejaculation splashed against her vaginal walls. White foam started to leak from where the two were joined, squishing out around Paul's shaft. More and more goo appeared, dripping down Karen's skinny thighs. The vigor of their action cast drops onto Paul's stomach and coated Karen's distended clitoris. Only as Paul began to try to pull back - no doubt his cock was painfully sensitive right after such an intense cum - did Karen slow her frantic humping. The twelve year old rolled her pelvis forward, pressing her nearly-bare mound against Paul's abdomen and taking him as deeply inside her as she could. She winced and shuddered, rotating her hips slowly to grind her tumescent clitty against Paul's pubic bone. Then she dropped her arms to put her hands on Paul's waist, pushing to raise up slightly. Paul stared in awe at his stiff, slick organ disappearing into Karen's fat, red vulva. It was certainly beautiful. No matter how many times I'd seen it, I never tired of the sight of that preadolescent cunt stuffed full of cock. Her bald labia bulged, and her inner lips were a tight, thin band around the penetrating flesh pole. Her prepuce was stretched with her oversize clitoris smooshed against the invading organ. Her whole crotch shone, decorated with thick trails of her own cream and Paul's teenaged spunk. More oozed down Paul's shaft and clotted in his short, wiry pubes. Karen looked down at herself and then met Paul's eyes for the first time since she had attacked him, just as a long, stuttering queef escaped from between her legs. She giggled. The two groaned softly together as Karen let herself down again until Paul was completely embedded. His hips were so much wider than the skinny preteen's that the tendons of her thighs stood out on either side of her leaking, juicy muffin. She rested for a few seconds, panting heavily, and then began a slow, deep motion, more forward and back than up and down. I could tell from Paul's expression that she was squeezing him hard on the upstroke. Sweat dribbled off her pert little nose to splash on Paul's collarbone. The tip of her costume tail waved back and forth behind her shoulders. Paul seemed mesmerized by the sight, or maybe it was from the sensations of the anal vibrator that drove it. "Worth waiting for, wasn't she?" I said. Paul craned his neck back to see where I stood behind the couch - he'd pretty obviously forgotten I - or, hell, the entire rest of the universe - was there. "You're fucking God's favorite whore, kid - be grateful." Karen's expression clouded briefly at my words but you could see her set aside whatever sadness or regret she might have felt at her discarded childhood. And then pleasure wiped her expression clean as she lowered herself yet again onto Paul's penis. "Hey, check this out!" Without warning I leaned over the couch and reached down, grabbing the protruding knob of Karen's clitoris and pinching it sharply. The effect was dramatic. "AAAIEEE!" Karen shrieked. Her eyes popped open in surprise, her back arched, and her arms jerked up, hands clawing at the air. "This is how you can really tell she's a whore." I pinched again. "YIIII!" She jerked and drove herself down onto Paul's stiff pole. Again. "NOOOO!" And once more, and that was it. "AAAOOOOWW!" she howled and fell forward to press her skinny body against the much larger teen beneath her. Her legs kicked like a frog's and spasms rippled through her whole body. From Paul's rapturous expression it was obvious she was cumming on his cock, and I knew from first, uh, hand experience how well all those Kegel exercises were paying off for the little whore. "AH! AH! AH, JEEEEZ!" she shouted as wave after wave of orgasm tore through her. I grabbed a fistful of the tangled mess her hair had become and lifted her just enough so that I could give her pulsing clitty one more pinch. "EEEAAAA!" The scream tore raggedly from the convulsing preteen's throat. Girl-cum squirted out of her stuffed snatch and spread across Paul's stomach. "She'll keep doing that as long as you keep pinching her," I informed Paul. "Or until she passes out. But you'd be amazed how long that can take." And with that I left the room, my tented khakis leading the way. Behind me I heard Karen shriek again and the renewed sounds of hot flesh slapping together. As incredibly erotic as it was to watch my twelve-year-old niece fucking herself to exhaustion, I was tired of just watching. My own penis was stiff and hot in my pants and my balls felt heavy and tender. I walked down the hall to my bedroom and paused in the doorway, taking in the breathtakingly beautiful sight of Karen's little sister sprawled naked across my bed. The short, stocky ten-year-old looked tiny in the middle of the queen-sized mattress. She was on her back, legs spread. One arm was outthrust, the other rested across her eyes. Her cunny was bare and clean, the slit tightly closed with just a hint of her clit hood peeking out below her prominent mound. Her mouth was slightly open. Her chest rose and fell slowly and the fat, pink nipples atop her plum-sized little buds wobbled ever so slightly. She was so lovely. I quickly stripped, dropping my clothing on the floor, and climbed into the bed. I lowered my body gently over Renee's. I let my rampant cock rest on her girl parts; my scrotum draped over her chubby labia and the shaft rested on the warm skin from her mons up to her navel. The top of her head was about even with my chin. I slid down, careful to keep my weight mostly supported on my arms but making as much contact between her smooth, hairless body and my hirsute adult form as I could. My shaft dragged lightly across the slightly slippery warmth of her slit. Her nipples poked into my chest hair and her belly pressed against mine. I felt it tremble with a suppressed giggle. Her lashes fluttered and then I was gazing deeply into her hazel eyes. I lowered my head until our lips were just touching. Her delicate mouth opened, and then we were kissing. I was kissing the ten-year-old child like the lovers we were. I ran my tongue back and forth over Renee's teeth and then gently nudged between them. Her tongue pushed against mine, slippery, warm, and firm. I pressed my lips over hers, sighing deep in my throat as a wave of lust washed over me. My penis felt full to bursting and I couldn't stop myself from hunching it against Renee. Her body responded to the pressure - she lifted her legs, arching her pelvis forward so I could press against the entire length of her slit. I humped my back up, Renee tilted her head back, and we were just able to keep our mouths and our genitals in contact. I was stroking her face with my hands, tracing the soft curves of her jaw, her ears, brushing her hair away from her forehead. I could have kept Renee there like that until she was ready for high school, but of course she had a ten-year-old's attention span. She twisted her head away from mine, licking her lips and making a face. "You got Karen's babycunt all over you," she accused me. "Yeah, I do." There was no denying it - my cheeks and chin were sticky and the older girl's scent was still strong in my nostrils. "I'd rather have yours, though," and so saying I slid my chest down across hers and nibbled my way from her throat down to her left breast. I opened my mouth wide enough to cover the entire egg-sized mound, laving it with my tongue and then sucking hard to stretch her swelling nipple. I pulled away, letting the breast bud scrape past my teeth until it popped free and quivered on her narrow chest, shiny with saliva. Renee giggled as I repeated the process with her right boob and then resumed my journey south. I kissed and rubbed my lips against her mons, feeling the very beginnings of her first hairs just tickle my Cupid's bow. I cupped my hands under her firm little bubble butt and lifted up her lower body as I pulled my legs forward and tucked them under, ending sitting cross-legged. Renee looked up at me with her shoulders resting on the bed, my hands supporting her back and her knees bent over my shoulders. Her heels kicked lightly on my back, and her delicious hairless cunny was spread open at my chin. I dived in. "Oh, I like that," Renee said as I pointed my tongue and stuck it into the bottom of her slit. Her labia majora yielded only slightly to the pressure and only because her legs were spread, opening just enough to reveal the darker pink of her tightly-closed inner lips and the tiny tip of her pleasure bud. I captured each side of her bald vulva in my mouth in turn, pulling it open and letting it go as I twirled my tongue around and around. A trickle of clear juice was quickly slurped up. Renee's flavor was nowhere near as strong as Karen's, but if anything I found it more intoxicating. It was partly her more tender age, and partly her willingness to learn all manner of sex play with me. I had never had to bully or coerce her, never needed the emotional blackmail and abuse that had turned her big sister from an innocent fifth-grader to a wanton child whore. "Ahhh, yeah, that's tingly," Renee continued to vocalize. "Oh, not my button, not that, it's too much, just lick my cunny, that tickles, use your teeth some more. Not so hard! Yeah, like that." Her little butt began to wiggle back and forth, making it difficult for me to keep contact. Meanwhile my cock was so hard it was almost painful. The head bumped back and forth against Renee's spine. Each touch of the glans against her hot, smooth skin was a shock of pleasure, but it wasn't nearly enough. Not nearly enough. I groaned into Renee's sweet child cunt. My hardon swelled further. It ached, literally ached for more stimulation and I couldn't resist. No matter what the consequences. I slid backwards so that Renee's butt now rested on my crossed ankles. Her legs splayed around my waist. I put one thumb on each side of Renee's smooth vulva. It was slick and shiny with my saliva so I had to press hard to pry her lips apart as far as I could. Renee gave a sharp little "oh!" and her eyes opened wide. I gazed hungrily at her exposed passage. She was bright pink inside, slightly darker around her stretched inner lips and the little bud of her preteen clitoris, shading back to the pale almost-white of her virgin membrane. She was intact with just the tiniest pinhole in the center. As I watched, fascinated, her muscles clenched and the pinhole winked shut, then opened again to pass a tiny drop of moisture. Oh, God, now! Holding her open with thumb and forefinger of my left hand, with my right I bent the shaft of my cock downwards until I could wedge the crown between her spread labia. She was so small and tight, only about half my glans filled the opening completely. "No!" Renee said, alarm showing on her face as I loomed over her. "No, don't fuck me, you're big, it'll hurt. Don't put it up inside me!" My breath was ragged and my blood sang in my ears; just the heat and tightness of her clenched around the tip of my penis was almost more than I could bear. "It's okay," I gasped out, "I'm not going to put it in. I just want to feel it right here, okay, right here like this, I'll just rub a little, c'mon sweetie, let me love you, c'mon..." I pushed gently until I felt the pressure of her maidenhead. "Ah!" Renee gasped and her legs jerked. I eased back and then pushed forward again. I was stroking no more than half an inch, just enough to fill her up and then back off. Renee's inner lips were invisible on the instroke but clung tightly on the out. I looked huge at the juncture of the fourth-grader's narrow hips. Her chubby outer lips bowed into wide parentheses, her clit hood was stretched tight and pressed hard into the top of my crown. Renee bent her knees and drew up her legs so they were spread as widely as possible. Her heels dug into the small of my back. I started thrusting faster. I was looking deep into her hazel eyes. They were wide with concern and her mouth was stretched into something between a smile and a grimace. Her breath huffed out of her with each push forward. I leaned down over her compact body and realized she was chanting, "Yeah, yeah, yeah," in a high breathy voice. All too soon it ended. Every muscle in my lower body contracted violently, my nuts tightened, and the first surge of my ejaculation burned through my penis in a flare of unbearable pleasure. It spurted against Renee's taut hymen and filled her outer opening. The next shot squirted out all around my tightly wedged glans, soaking her reddened labia and coating her mons. "Argh! Argh! Uhhhhh!' I groaned as my orgasm continued. The volume of each spurt diminished but my pleasure, the pleasure of finally penetrating the fourth-grader's cunt however shallowly, continued. Finally I grasped myself and milked out the last dribble, and sat back with a groan. My eyes stung with sweat. Renee's lips closed up as soon as my penis pulled back, but her entire vulva was covered with semen. It filled the creases of her thighs and ran down over her mons to fill her bellybutton. As my heart pounded wildly, Renee raised herself on her elbows at looked down at the gooey mess between her legs. "Yuck," she declared. "You made a lot that time." I stretched myself out over the ten-year-old and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. Her soaked little baby snatch slid over my wilting cock and slimed my abdomen as I pulled her up so we were nose-to-nose. "I love you so much, Renee," I declared. "I love your lips, I love your boobies, I love your cunt, and your butt, and your great big penis. I love every part of you!" And I kissed her, hard. She kissed back. We both kept our eyes open. Then she turned her head to rest it on my shoulder, and I stroked one hand gently over her back, down to her plump buttocks and back up again. We lay there, listening to our hearts slowing and our breathing evening out. As we calmed I became aware of the noises still coming from the living room. There was the slap of flesh moving together, punctuated by Karen's cries. Her voice was hoarse and she was almost sobbing with exhaustion. "Well, your sister's still going strong," I chuckled. "Let's go watch them finish up." "Bor-ing!" Renee exclaimed. "I haveta watch Karen whoring all the time now, and I finished my book already." "Mommy and Daddy will be here in-" I glanced at my watch "-crap, about an hour. We need to send Paul home and then get cleaned up." Renee rolled her eyes but obeyed, climbing off me. Her braid was almost completely undone. She brushed her thick brown hair back over her shoulders. She wiped at her thighs, spreading the sticky white slime until her whole belly glistened with it. I took my preteen lover's sticky hand in mine and the two of us padded naked back to the living room.