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   Jenny's Couch Book III, part 1 (Mgg, ped, tg, oral, anal, bond, tort,
drugs, reluc, humil, prost) by Rufus Fugit

   Renee flung my front door open and charged into the house, running at
full throttle like she did everything, and jumped into my arms.  "Hi!  Hi!
Hi!" she sang.  She drove me a half-step backwards because she wasn't so
little any more and I had to brace one arm under her firm buttocks to
support her weight.  She was wearing Carhartt overalls - I didn't know they
made them for kids - over a tshirt from her elementary school.  One strap
of the overalls was unbuttoned and the bib hung down.  I had a glimpse of
new sneakers in an eye-watering combination of scarlet, purple, and lime
green before the ten-year-old wrapped her legs around my waist.  Her wavy
brown hair was already coming undone from her braids and stray strands
tickled my nose.

   Renee's older sister, Karen, followed her at a much more decorous pace.
The twelve-year-old blond was wearing a simple shirtdress in a pale blue
under a crop-waisted sweater in a satiny, pearl grey knit.  Only the top
button of three on the dress was modestly undone, revealing a simple gold
chain and a small cross nestled in the hollow of her throat.  The dress was
still fairly new but the sixth-grader was shooting up so fast that it was
already shorter than it was meant to be on her, almost a minidress.  Her
legs were bare and starting to tan in early spring.  Her sandals were a
darker blue than the dress with a surprisingly high heel, a good two
inches. She had a gold chain around her left ankle and a painted toe-ring
around her second toe.  Her nails gleamed with polish in a still-darker
shade of blue.

   Karen's walk was a barely-restrained flounce.  Her high brow was knit
and her generous mouth pulled down in a frown.  She clumped across the room
and threw herself onto the couch, crossing her arms beneath her high
breasts and letting her shoulders slump, the canonical picture of a teenage
sulk.

   The girls' parents followed.  I'd known Jenny and Rob for a long time,
since the girls were toddlers.  It had been little more than a casual
acquaintanceship, a hey-how's-it-going-look-how-big-the-kids-are twice a
year kind of thing, mostly when there were family gatherings large enough
to stretch all the way from one end to the other of our rather tenuous
kinship link.  Karen had been just starting school, I think, when Jenny and
I found that we had both joined a local nonprofit and we got in the habit
of a family dinner after the monthly board meetings, and then seeing each
other more regularly.  Jenny was quietly cynical but with a basically
cheerful nature.  Rob was quiet but not uninvolved.  Every so often he'd
drop a bomb into the conversation, often cutting through an entire evening
of chatter with one or two wise sentences.  They both doted on their
daughters, as I came to.  Repeatedly.

   I got everyone settled with drinks.  We grownups had bourbon and water,
Renee had a Yoo-hoo chocolate.  Karen just shook her head when I offered,
then hastily added a soft "No, thank you," when Jenny shot her a glare. 
Jenny and Rob were excited about their mini-vacation - they were leaving
here and driving out to the desert for four days at the mineral springs. 
Renee was excited about the extended sleepover.  Despite warnings that the
weather was going to be cool she was planning on camping in the backyard at
the lakeshore.  All three chattered away - even Rob was
uncharacteristically voluble.

   Karen, on the other hand, remained silent with her eyes fixed on the
floor in front of her.  Teenagers have a way of projecting a sulk into the
room around them, but taking the cue from her parents I ignored her.  After
a few minutes she got up and went to the bathroom.  She was gone long
enough that I wondered if she was ill, or..."Aunt Flo?" I asked Jenny
softly when Renee stopped to draw breath.  Jenny snorted in response and
shook her head, but didn't respond as Karen re-entered the living room and
silently sat.

   After a while I went to use the bathroom myself.  As I was peeing I
noticed a scrap of color through the plastic mesh of the laundry hamper. 
As I shook myself off I opened the lid with my free hand.  Yes - sitting
atop my used towels were a small pair of lavender-colored panties.  The
legholes were edged with plain elastic, and a neat bow adorned the front. I
picked them up.  They were not damp.  They were wringing wet, soaked with
preteen sex juices.  I cupped the dripping fabric in my hands and brought
it to my face, inhaling deeply.  The heavy scent of Karen's arousal filled
my nose.  I closed my eyes, feeling my unconfined penis stirring as the
pungent odor of the sixth-grader's drooling cunt brought a riot of images
to my memory - her hairless mons swollen and dripping; the child's pale
torso and tiny new breasts spattered with fresh semen; her eyes wide and
pleading and shiny with unshed tears as she struggled to breathe around a
stranger's cock thrust between her lips.

   When I said wringing wet, I meant that literally.  I tipped my head back
and opened my mouth like a little baby bird and held up the greasy fabric
in my two hands.  I twisted and sticky drops of Karen's secretions squished
between my knuckles and dripped between my lips and onto my chin.  I sucked
in air and let the flavor flood my mouth.  Karen's cunt honey was tangy and
sweet but as she moved further into adolescence there was a heavier musk
rising beneath it.  My cock surged to full hardness, jutting from my
briefs, as I recalled Karen's debut at our beach vacation - naked except
for a collar and leash, confronting a roomful of strangers, her blue eyes
wide with fear and arousal as she stuttered out, "My name is Karen, and I'm
a whore."

   I physically shook myself.  Time enough for this later; it wouldn't do
to be neglecting my guests.  I swallowed, wiped my slimed fingers into my
beard then dropped Karen's saturated underwear and did up my jeans with
some difficulty.  I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure my face
was clean and left the bathroom with Karen's preteen essence still filling
my nose and mouth.  My attention was briefly caught by some disarray on the
small writing desk I used to pay bills, tucked under the window at the end
of the hallway, then I returned to the living room, gazing speculatively at
the leggy twelve-year-old sulking on the couch.  I wanted to tease her but
I couldn't get the child to meet my eyes so after a few minutes, on the
pretext of brushing at some dirt on the carpet, I knelt down in front of
her.  With my back concealing my actions from Jenny and Rob (though not
from their younger daughter) I slid my hand up Karen's smooth, warm thigh.
She twitched but kept her face impassive, the product of long training at
concealment.  But I stopped short of her honeypot when I felt what I was
thinking I might after seeing the disarrangement on my writing desk - the
handle of a 2-inch binder clip.  I flicked it with my finger, covering the
telltale rattle with a smothered cough.  Karen clapped her legs together
and the warmth emanating from her core was suddenly more intense.  My
fingertips were not only hot but wet.  I slid them from between the
middle-schooler's pale thighs and put them in my mouth as I stood, getting
a fresh surge of her intoxicating spice.  Now Karen finally met my eyes, a
mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes as her cheeks flamed in a blush of
humiliation.  I heard Renee's smothered giggles behind me as I continued to
the kitchen on my invented errand.  It took me a few seconds to regain
composure myself - the perverse thrill of molesting the sixth-grader right
in front of her parents had set my heart hammering.

   Eventually it was time for Jenny and Rob to go.  Renee hugged and kissed
her parents the way she did everything, with heedless enthusiasm.  Karen
suffered to be embraced.  Amid admonitions to be good, the parents took
their leave.  Flanked by the children I stood on the porch to see them off.
Renee and I waved; Karen stood with her arms crossed and her eyes downcast
until I dropped my arm off her shoulder.  I lifted up the back of her dress
and slid my hand down the smooth curve of her buttocks.  The flesh was warm
and firm.  I gave it a quick squeeze but then dipped lower, reaching
between her thighs for the dangling clip.  I gave it a sharp tug.  The
child jumped as if electrified.  "Smile and wave," I commanded. 
Reflexively Karen obeyed, pasting a concealing smile on her face as she had
learned to do.  Only I could see her knees trembling and the tension around
her wide blue eyes.

   As her parents' car disappeared over the hill I wondered if the older
girl felt abandoned, bereft of the veneer of normalcy her Mommy and Daddy
provided; or if she was eager to be free of the need to conceal herself, if
she felt the whore straining to get out.  I had to guess it was a
bewildering combination of both that kept her vulnerable and pliable.

   My penis still throbbed pleasantly from the traces of the
twelve-year-old's scent clinging to my face.  I hadn't seen Renee, my child
lover, since Spring Break and I wasn't willing to waste a second of our
time together.  But first I had to see to Karen.  Well, I didn't have to,
but she was always good for some foreplay.  I guided her to the couch with
a firm hand on her bony shoulder.  "Sit there," I commanded harshly,
pushing her down.  The blond pre-teen looked up at me apprehensively. 
"Lift up your dress," I ordered her.  And when she hesitated, "Do it!"

   Slowly Karen complied.  Her feet were turned in, her knobby knees
slightly spread.  The blush rose to her cheeks and her teacup breasts
heaved with emotion as she freed the back of her skirt from under her butt
and raised it.  She was pantyless, of course.  And between her pale, thin
thighs was a heavy binder clip that she had taken from my desk.  It was
clamped onto her clitoris.  The jaws of the clip nestled between her labia,
pushing against the fully-retracted clitoral hood.  Karen's pleasure button
was swollen and an angry magenta, pressed and distorted into the space
behind the jaws of the clip.  The handle jumped rhythmically with her
pulse.

   Ten-year-old Renee clapped her hands to her mouth and laughed aloud at
the sight.  "Karen, you silly whore!" she exclaimed.  "What are you doing?"

   Karen no longer even flinched at being called a whore.  There was a time
when it had provoked her to tears or even fury.  But that was before I had
convinced and coerced her at age eleven to prostitute herself.  Selling her
body to strangers, usually more than once, had been part.  Of her daily
routine for over a year.  The only difference between middle school, church
choir, or volunteering at the animal shelter and having an adult cock
thrust into her nearly-bald quim or swallowing a load of hot semen was the
necessity of concealing the latter from everyone but me and her sister. 
And her customers, of course.

   Now she whimpered as I grabbed the clip, pulling and twisting it away
from her crotch.  The trapped bundle of nerve endings stretched to a pale,
thin conduit, sending shocks of mingled pain and pleasure through Karen's
preadolescent body.  Her legs jerked and a fresh stream of thick creamy
fluid oozed from her reddening vulva.

   "How come your sister's so whory today?" I asked Renee, heightening
Karen's humiliation by ignoring her as I continued to manipulate the binder
clip.

   "She's grounded," Renee replied, a malicious yet innocent grin spreading
across her face.  Renee loved her sister but she believed my explanations
that Karen's pleasure was heightened by being shamed for her prodigious
sexual appetites.  And so it was, if for no other reason than since I had
first discovered her fumbling, embarrassed attempts at masturbation I had
made sure that the one was invariably accompanied by the other.

   "Grounded?" I echoed, giving a little extra tug for emphasis.  Karen
yelped and her eyes filled with tears, but at the same time she leaned
back, spread her thighs open and, slipping out of her sandals, set her bare
heels on the edge of the couch cushion.

   "Yup," Renee nodded vigorously.  "I was in bed already, but she was
sneaking out of the house and Daddy caught her.  She was only wearing her
PJs."

   "Karen, why were you leaving the house in the middle of the night?" I
demanded, though I was sure I knew the answer.

   "Tommy messaged me," she answered.  "He had some friends he wanted me to
meet."

   "To fuck, you mean.  Right?" Karen's blush flared anew.  "Right?" I
insisted, twisting her clamped clitoris a full turn.

   The sixth-grader winced "So what!" she demanded, forcing herself to meet
my eyes.  "I'm a whore, and I fuck.  My babycunt was really hot!"

   "Of course it was," I replied kindly.  I let her clit unwind and pushed
my finger into the clip, caressing the wrinkled, swollen bud.  It was hot
and slick with her juices.

   "Daddy was so mad!" Renee took up the story.  "He doesn't know she's a
whore, of course.  Karen said she was just going for a walk but he yelled
at her about going out at night, and going out in pajamas, and going out
without asking.  So she was grounded for this week and next week 'cept
while she's here, and she can't go out after school or nothing, and she's
hasn't fucked for a whole week."

   "Is that true?" I demanded of the older girl, putting on a tone of
incredulity.  "You haven't fucked for an entire week?" It would be, with
one exception, the longest the preteen had gone without sex since I had
first deflowered her.  One of my most treasured memories was of her crying
and squirming helplessly beneath me as she was penetrated for the very
first time, feeling her tight, slick, oh so hot vaginal passage strain to
accommodate my adult size.

   Karen moaned, low in her throat as I continued to toy with the
compressed and twisted flesh of her oversized pleasure button.  "Ye...yes,"
she managed to gasp out.  She hung her head, her voice falling to a
whisper. "I've been...you know...mas-masturbating, but it's not enough.  My
babycunt is so hot but I can't...I can't..." The poor child was so
accustomed to sex with adult men, daily sex with multiple partners,
multiple penetrations, that she could no longer bring herself off with just
her own fingers.  And in the state of near continual arousal which her
history of sexual abuse had created, it must have been torture.  I smiled.

   "And I can't, you know, do fucking with her," Renee continued again,
"because I don't have my penis anymore." The ten-year-old referred to the
strapon she had worn frequently, even, I suspected, under her clothing at
school some times, until it had broken during our spring break holiday.

   "Well," I smiled down at Renee.  "I have a surprise for you." The
ten-year-old's hazel eyes lit up.

   "You fixed it!" she guessed.  "You fixed my penis!" Happiness took over
her body and she started dancing around the couch.  Her waist-length braids
whipped back and forth with her movement.  My smile widened to a grin at
her enthusiasm.

   "And I have a surprise for you, too, Karen," I continued.  I withdrew my
finger from the clip.  It was now shiny with Karen's juice.  Karen's eyes
widened in shock as I squeezed the clip's handles.  Blood rushed back into
her captured clit.  A wave of heat and sensation, almost painful, erupted
from the nerve endings - but then I released it and the jaws of the clip
clamped together with a SNAP!  "Oooooh-AIEEEEE!" Karen shrieked and kicked
out her legs.  Tears spilled from her eyes as pleasure became pain and
ricocheted back to pleasure as it had so many times before.  A little spurt
of cunt cream squirted straight up as she fell backwards on the cushions.

   Karen's whole body trembled and she began sobbing as the hot cream
coated her swelling inner labia and ran down to dampen the fabric she sat
on.  Her musk rose in the air, delightful to me even if her little sister
wrinkled her nose at it.  The sixth-grader grasped two handfuls of cushion
in her small fists, holding on for dear life as her body burned with her
need.  Sweat sheened her forehead, sparkled on her cheeks, darkened the
roots of her blond hair, the fabric of her dress at neck and underarms. 
Then she went limp, gasping, until slowly one shaking hand stole to her
crotch.  Shakily she squeezed the clip just as I had, easing the pressure
only slightly until her sweaty fingers slipped, again trapping the root of
her stretched clitoris in its jaws.  She groaned, shuddered.  More cream
oozed from her hole and coated her smooth vulva.  And again.  And again.

   "But first things first." I left the older girl gasping for breath and
crossed to the bookshelf, taking three gift-wrapped boxes from the top
shelf where they had been above the girls' eye-line.  "Now this one," I
held it out to Renee, "is your penis.  But -" I snatched it back as she
reached for it.

   "Gimme!" Renee jumped as I lifted the box out of her reach.

   "But," I continued, "you should open this one first." Then I had to
stand back as a tiny tornado of shredded giftwrap and packing beans erupted
where a sexy ten-year-old had been standing.  When the dust settled, Renee
was standing with the open box in one hand, its contents in the other, and
a quizzical expression on her face.  She held a stylized representation of
a circumcised erection in black plastic by the shaft.  It had a slight
upward curve and a ring of small studs at the base where it emerged from a
slightly convex rounded triangular plate.  What puzzled Renee was the
smaller shaft on the backside of the plate.  It was completely smooth and
more sharply curved upwards - about the size and shape of 2/3 of an apple
banana.  Renee looked at me with the question in her hazel eyes.

   "It's a penis," she said matter-of-factly, "but..."

   "Well now, if this side sticks out, then this other side..."

   The confusion cleared from Renee's round face.  "Ohhhh!  It sticks in?"
A smile spread across her face as she considered the implications.  She
moved the appliance to tentatively press against her abdomen, looking down
consideringly at the small protrusion poking at the crotch of her overalls.

   "I think you'll like it.  Go ahead and take your pants off." I went to
fetch some lube from the bathroom.  When I got back Renee was sitting on
the couch next to her whimpering, shivering older sister, but neither of us
paid her any mind.  Renee was concentrating on her new toy and I was
concentrating on Renee.

   She had unhooked her overalls and pulled them down below her knees
without taking her shoes off.  Her panties were bright green and had a
picture of the black-haired Powerpuff Girl on them.  Her tshirt hem stopped
an inch above her bellybutton.  I knelt to push her overalls further down
so they puddled around her sneakers.  I leaned in to push my hands between
the couch and her body.  I cupped her butt, feeling the warmth through the
fabric of her underwear.  I lifted and scooted her forward so she was lying
on the cushion, then hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and
Buttercup went face-down into the Carhartts.  I pushed Renee's knees apart
and gazed once again on her loveliness.  The fourth-grader's cunt was puffy
and her mons was still completely smooth.  Her inner lips had grown
slightly over the past few months and were now visible as two thin pink
lines filling her slit.  Her clitoral hood was slightly upturned - like her
nose, I realized - and bent slightly to the side, nestling in the little
notch at the apex of her slit.

   As I leaned in I could feel the heat rising off her most tender skin on
my lips, smell the hint of her scent, immature and yet undeniably female. I
looked up, over her belly and past her plum-sized globes of her new
breasts. Her gaze shifted from the sexual appliance in her hand and her
hazel eyes met mine, lids half-closed.  Her red lips were slightly parted
and the tip of her tongue flicked back and forth over her front teeth. 
"Lemme get it wet," I murmured, despite the tube of Astroglide at my knee
and I leaned slowly forward, savoring the moment when my lips just brushed
hers.  I inhaled deeply, then used my tongue to swipe the length of her
slit, twirling quickly around her clit and then back down, licking and
slurping as her delectable flavor saturated my mouth.

   Renee giggled at the intimate contact and pushed her crotch forward to
meet my face.  My nose pressed against her bare mound.  I slid my hands up
over her belly.  The pudge of last year was fading, replaced by the
beginnings of a beautifully defined six-pack.  My fingertips went under her
teeshirt sliding up until they encountered something new on the child - one
of those snug half-cami-cum-sports-bra things that little girls wore these
days.  I grasped the hem between thumbs and forefingers and pulled it up,
freeing her new titties, and captured each in a palm.  Her fat nipples
erected together and her eyes fluttered closed.  She gasped softly as I
gently massaged her chest.

   My cock was stiffening now, trapped at an uncomfortable angle in my
pants and pressed against the couch.  Renee gasped again as I straightened,
taking my lips and hands from her preadolescent body.  I adjusted myself
while uncapping the tube.  I squirted a dollop into her slit.  "Rub that
in," I said as I took the strapon from her hand.  Putting another glob of
lube in my palm, I used it to coat the curved backside peg.

   Renee spread the lube over her chubby labia with an open palm, then took
two fingers and, coating them well, pressed against the bottom of her slit.
Her shoulder muscle tensed as, grunting quietly, she penetrated herself
with a quiet hiss of slick flesh on flesh.  She twisted her fingers until
the lubricating gel had spread around, and then pulled out.  Her slit was
open now, her thin inner lips flushed and between them darker red
surrounding the gap where her hymen had been.  She was ready.

   I took the strapon from her hand and placed the tip of the
backwards-facing peg at her entrance.  I moved it around in a tiny circle
until her inner lips spread, and then slowly pushed it home.  "Ooo!" Renee
exclaimed at the penetration.  I pushed until the plate came to rest
against her mons, then gave a little extra push.  "Ow!" she jumped.  The
peg was short but the appliance was obviously designed for a grown woman.
Renee's vagina was far from full growth.  I had bumped lightly against her
cervix.

   I sat back and hoisted the ten-year-old to her feet.  She got a little
tangled in her overalls so I held her under her armpits until she was
steady, then bent to arrange the elastic straps.  She looked down at
herself, giggling at the sight of the smooth black penis jutting from her
crotch.  Once I had the elastic tight she wiggled her hips experimentally.
The penis bounced but her giggles turned to a gasp of surprise as she felt
the counter-movement inside her.  She set off on a waddling walk around the
room, her feet bound by the overalls and panties around her ankles,
giggling and sighing at the sight of her new penis wobbling in front of her
and the feel of it moving inside her immature cunt.  She grasped the shaft
in her greased right hand and mimed jacking it off.  "Wow.  Wow.  Wow," she
said.  "Is this what a real one feels like?  It's...wow, how do boys do
it?" She hobbled over to the full-length mirror by the front door.  I moved
to stand behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders.  Her eyes devoured
her image - my brown-haired fourth-grade sex toy and lover, her braids
untidy, naked from waist to ankles with the black latex penis jutting up
from her crotch.  Her hazel eyes were wide and avid.  Two spots of pink
emerged high on her round cheeks and a sheen of sweat was visible below her
eyes.  She was panting softly now and as I stood over her the scent of her
little-girl arousal was plain.

   I grasped the hem of her tshirt and lifted it up and off, then did the
same with her half-cami, letting her beautiful tiny breastlets bob free. 
Her nipples, covering most of the plum-sized globes, were crinkled and
stiff.  I lowered her to the carpet and got her shoes off and stripped her
of the remainder of her clothing.  She was naked now, sitting with her legs
spread and heels together, still watching herself in the mirror.  She
supported herself with her left hand behind her and began jacking herself
more energetically, her butt wiggling on the carpet as the peg moved and
stimulated her from the inside.

   I knelt beside Renee, taking in the bizarre beauty of the
barely-pubescent ten-year-old masturbating like a boy.  She had lost more
of her childish pudge in her recent growth spurt and the muscles in her
stomach, thighs, and shoulders were more defined if still childishly
smooth. There was also an indefinable change around her eyes, her
cheekbones, at her jawline where those two tiny moles never failed to
captivate me, a hint of impending maturity that further inflamed my lust.

   I put my lips to her ear, just brushing the warm pinna.  "I gotta suck
that cock," I whispered.  Renee shivered.  And I did just that - lay flat
on the floor, took the shaft in my hand, and let the new-tasting plastic
slide between my lips.  I rolled my eyes upwards to meet Renee's.  Her face
went slack as we played our fantasy together.  I sucked that plastic dick
for all it was worth, slurping and slobbering noisily.  I gripped the base
of the shaft, moving it back and forth to transmit the motion to the
child's penetrated sex passage.  Renee gasped as her clitty swelled from
the contact, as the pleasure glowing in her preteen cunny fed her fantasy
of having her very own penis.  I ground my own flesh pole into the carpet -
it was rock-hard and pulsing from the sight of the naked child panting and
writhing from my ministrations, and my own flashing back to being her age
and the times I had filled my mouth with the real thing, me and my buddies
taking turns.

   "Mmmm," I said in between mouthfuls.  "I love your cock, Renee.  It's so
big and hard."

   "My cock," Renee repeated breathily, trying out the newish word.  "Yeah,
yeah, yeah.  Suck my big cock!  Suck it, ooo, harder!"

   I put my hand flat on the plate covering Renee's bald mound and gently
pressed it in time to my bobbing.  Her hips began writhing and her panting
got harsher.  I watched her eyes get wild and round as the fantasy and the
penetration and the pressure on her baby clitoris filled her with pleasure.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it, ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOO!" She went over the
edge, thrusting her hips up in the air.  The strapon hit the back of my
throat and I had to pull back, cough-gagging a load of thick saliva onto
the shaft.  The child's legs clamped around my ribs.  I slid my hands up
her torso, holding her tight and tugging on her nipples as waves of
trembling swept through her body.

   As Renee's orgasm receded, she fell back limp on the carpet, the strapon
bobbing obscenely upwards from her crotch.  Her belly heaved as she fought
for breath.  A rare grin spread over her face as I crawled up beside her. I
gently brushed escaped tendrils of hair back off her sweaty forehead.  Her
roots were wet.  I kissed her forehead, her drooping eyelids, her cheek,
those two lovely moles.  But as I moved to press my lips to hers, childish
energy reasserted itself and she hopped up to her feet.

   I watched, bemused, as the fourth-grader stood experimentally, wiggling
her hips to make the appliance bob.  She caught her breath as it moved
inside her, then tried walking.  Every step brought a stab of pleasure from
her stuffed cunny as the movement of the rubber penis caused a
countermovement of the curved peg filling her immature vaginal tunnel.  She
stopped in front of the full-length mirror next to the front door, staring
at herself, captivated by the image of an adult-sized penis sprouting from
her ten-year-old crotch.  "Look what I can do!" she exclaimed.  By
clenching her cunt muscles she made the black penis bob up and down.

   Throughout our brief encounter we had ignored Renee's older sister
moaning and whining on the couch as she masturbated with increasing
desperation, trying to reach the orgasm she had been unable to have for
over a week now.  But she captured our attention with a loud SNAP!  and a
shriek.  Despite her fingers being slimed with the sex juices flowing from
her poor, lonely babycunt she had managed to get a good grip on the binder
clip clamped around her twisted clitoris and had opened it fully before her
fingers slipped.  The resulting impact was almost more than the poor child
could bear.  Renee and I turned to see her curled up in a ball, sobbing, a
heavy white froth coating her peach and oozing onto the now-soaked cushion.

   I opened my mouth to make a suggestion but Renee was ahead of me.  She
darted across the room - though she had to stop midway, legs trembling, and
grab her new penis with both hands to quell the shockingly pleasurable
motion inside her.  She brushed Karen's wild blond hair back from the
crying girl's face, a motion of sororal tenderness that was belied by the
expression of amused contempt that spread across her face.  "Karen, look at
my new penis," she demanded.  When the older girl didn't respond, she
grabbed a handful of that blond hair and yanked Karen's head upwards. 
"Look at it!" she demanded.

   Karen's sobbing cut off in surprise and her eyes widened.  "Do you want
to be my whore now, Karen?" Renee asked in a faintly mocking tone.  Karen
gulped and, realizing what her little sister was offering, vigorously
nodded her head.  "Then take your clothes off first," Renee instructed, in
much the same tone as she used to explain the rules of a tea party to her
assembled stuffed animals.  "I want you to be a naked whore when I fuck
your babycunt."

   Karen complied with alacrity.  Her dress was already bunched around her
waist.  She yanked it up and off, not bothering to take off the crop
sweater first.  A button went flying.  Then she was wearing only a bra, a
real bra that her teacup breasts had grown enough to need.  She fumbled at
the closure but her hands were shaking too badly and she finally gave up,
just yanking the cups up to free herself.  Her swollen nipples were dark
red, the size of cherries, and pointed.  She threw herself back on the
couch and spread her legs wide.  There was an awkward moment as her younger
sister tried to position herself - this was far from the first time the two
children had had intercourse, but Renee's new appliance constrained her
angle of attack in a way the old one hadn't.  Finally she climbed onto the
couch and the girls moved so Karen was lying lengthwise.  Renee crawled
over the older girl, supporting herself with one hand while fisting her
penis with the other, moving it to Karen's gaping, weeping entrance.

   "AHHHHHHHIEEE!" Karen cried as her little sister's asscheeks clenched
and she pushed forward, smoothly penetrating her big sister to the hilt. 
My knees went weak and I almost had to sit down.  The beautiful, perverse
eroticism of a ten-year-old girl locked in incestuous intercourse with her
twelve-year-old sister was literally breathtaking.  I was fumbling with my
own clothing as Renee began to thrust.

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck me!  Fuck my babycunt, my whore babycunt, fuck me,
I'm a whore, dirty whore!" Karen chanted in time with their coupling in her
high, childish voice, as she'd been trained.  The cords in her neck stood
out taut.  Her elbows were akimbo as she raked her hands through the cloud
of her tangled blond hair.  Her titties jiggled with each thrust.  Her
long, coltish legs were up in the air, feet kicking.  Her ankle bracelet
sparkled in the overhead light.  Her cunt squelched obscenely as the black
plastic shaft pistoned in and out.  The froth of her sex cream dribbled
across her pale stomach, coated her thighs, and splashed onto Renee's belly
as the two came together over and over.  The clip pinioning her oversize,
swollen clitoris clattered repeatedly against the plate of Renee's strapon.

   "You're such a whore, Karen, such a whory whore!  Whory whore with a
tight juicy babycunt, I love your cunt Karen, squeeze my penis with your
whore babycunt, squeeze it, ooo, I want an orgasm, make me an orgasm you
nasty whore!" Renee babbled right back in her older sister's face,
vocalizing as I'd taught her was part of sex play.  She'd fucked her big
sister many times before but now for the first time her new appliance let
her take her own pleasure from the perverse act, it wasn't just something
she did to help out her beloved older sib.  Despite being two years Karen's
junior her voice was a little lower in pitch; she was also not frantic with
need.  Sex for Renee was a fun pastime, nothing more.  She had not been
subjected to the year-long campaign of sexual and emotional abuse that had
made it the central focus of Karen's life.

   Karen was becoming incoherent with the approach of a long-delayed
climax, whimpering and grunting and squealing as her little sister's
journeyman cocksmanship overwhelmed her with pleasure.  It was like being
stabbed over and and over and over, all over her body except as much as a
knife would hurt, a cock felt good, so good.

   I couldn't take any more.  The sight of the two children locked in their
incestuous congress, the smell of sweet girl sweat and sex rising off of
them, the wet slapping sounds of damp flesh meeting flesh, had me delirious
with lust.  Naked, I threw myself onto the couch, pressing myself
full-length against the girls and pushing my rampant penis between their
bodies.  Renee's smooth skin was warm, Karen's was hot and sweat-slick, and
the puddles and smears of her sex honey were hotter still.  In seconds my
penis was coated and my pubes were soaked and matted.  I wrapped an arm
around Renee's back, pushed my hip under Karen's slim waist and easily
rolled the children onto their sides without breaking their obscene
connection.  I pressed my erection between Karen's pillowy buttocks,
sliding down the crack and then pushing back up.  I missed once, then
twice, the hot flesh clenching against me and making me shiver with antici

   pation.  The third time my glans pressed against Karen's anus and
caught. I pushed.  Karen groaned as her sphincter dilated slightly and the
flared mushroom poked into her.  I pushed again and the child cried
"Oweee!" as the crown was engulfed and the muscle ring slipped past it and
contracted.  Then I just held on and let Renee do the work.

   With each of the ten-year-old's thrusts Karen's ass pushed back against
me and I slid an inch further in.  "Hiii!  Hiii!  Hiii!" Karen cried as the
breath was forced from her until I felt the hot flesh of her cheeks crushed
against my pubic hair.  The twelve-year-old was fully penetrated front and
back.

   I rolled back pulling the two children atop me; their combined weights
were still not as much as a single adult.  I let Renee continue to lead the
charge.  Her hazel eyes were piercing but looking inward as she lived out
her childish fantasy of having a penis and concentrated on the sensations
radiating from her stretched vaginal tunnel.  I caressed her back, feeling
her shoulderblades and the muscles shifting under the skin.  I looked down
at the beautiful sight of four preteen breasts jiggling and bouncing. 
Renee's darker skin tone and the large areolae that almost covered the
whole of her boobies contrasted with Karen's pale skin and her distinct
nipples swollen and standing up proud.

   Renee began a series of short, sharp thrusts.  With each I felt Karen's
sphincter clench around the root of my organ.  Her rectum was hot and
greasy, twisting and squeezing as she writhed in the throes of her double
penetration.  Karen yelped in time to her little sister's brutal motion. 
Her face was bright red and sweat was pouring off her now, dripping from
her chin and running down her sides from her armpits.

   I wanted to kiss my lover, but the angle was awkward because Renee was
so much shorter.  I finally managed by pushing Karen's head and shoulders
to the side, burying her face in the angle of the couch cushions.  Her
moans and grunts became muffled, but I was able to crane my neck over her
shoulder.  I tugged on Renee's braids gently to pull her head back.  It was
a stretch but our lips met.  Renee kissed with enthusiasm but not much
style so between that and the awkward angle there was a lot of slobber. 
Her tongue pushed between my teeth and I sucked on it, looking into her
wide, avid hazel eyes.  "How do you like your new penis?" I murmured into
her mouth.  The child's response was a hard thrust into Karen's well-fucked
pussy.  Karen yipped as the plastic glans butted up against her cervix and
I gasped as her rectum spasmed around me.  "And how do you like our whore?"
I asked, pushing my hips upwards with all my strength, penetrating Karen's
ass as deeply as I could and lifting us a couple of inches off the couch.
Renee's response was to nip playfully at my tongue.

   We kissed and necked like that for a few minutes, thrusting up and down
into the double-penetrated sixth-grader sandwiched between us.  We didn't
ignore Karen; we couldn't the way she was writhing and moaning, struggling
feebly in the hug I had around both children as she dribbled rivulets of
hot cream onto my thighs.  I could feel Renee's shaft pistoning in and out
through the thin layers of muscle between it and my own engorged cock.  And
I could tell she felt it when I pushed back and made it into a lever,
making the appliance shift inside her.

   But we ignored Karen as a person.  She wasn't a person right now, she
was just a double fuck-sleeve for me and my child-lover.  And I made sure
she knew it.  At one point her eyes swam blearily into focus on her younger
sister and me making out and she turned, puckering to join us in a 3 way
kiss.  I put my hand on her face and pushed her into the cushion.  "Don't
get in the way, whore," I said, putting on a harsh tone and flexing my hips
to drive extra-deep into her ass.  Her groan mixed with a sob.

   After a few minutes I got Renee to rock back on her knees.  She canted
her pelvis so as to stay buried deep in her older sister's snatch,
balancing with her hands around Karen's bony hips.  The room reeked of sex
now.  Karen and Renee were smeared with their mingled sex juices, though it
was 90% the older girl's.  Karen was slimed from her bellybutton down both
thighs.  Renee's shaft and the crotch plate were covered in white froth. 
The cushion beneath me was so wet that when Renee put her weight down
liquid visibly wrung from the fabric.  Renee was panting from exertion, her
cheeks flushed and a frizz of escaped hair haloed her head when she blocked
the overhead light.  Karen's continuous moaning was broken regularly by a
hiccuping sob.  Tears ran from the corners of her eyes down into her ears.

   Karen was growing so fast that her head no longer fit beneath my chin
and I could feel her toes at my ankles.  I hooked my chin on her skinny
shoulder and looked down past her heaving titties.  The scar from a healed
cigarette burn was just visible on one.  Her abs were taut beneath their
sheen of her gooey secretions.  But I focused on the clip pinioning her
clitoris.  It bounced and twitched with our combined motion.  Karen's clit
had swollen so much from the pressure that it bulged out of one side of the
clip, shiny and taut and turned such a dark purple it was almost black.  I
reached down and grabbed the metal and gave it a good, solid jerk.

   "AAAIEEE!" Karen hollered as the root of her clitoris reached its
maximum extension.  Her body spasmed and Renee had to dig her fingers into
the older girl's hips to avoid being bucked off.  I yanked again. 
"AAAIEEE!" Karen's spasmed again, harder.  I tugged a third time, only this
time I didn't relax.  I kept pulling.  "NOOOOO!" Karen screamed.  "YOU'RE
TEARING IT!  DON'T RIP MY CLITTY!" But I didn't relent.  Karen's labia and
clitoral hood distorted, pulled out of shape as her pleasure knob was
stretched into a long, thin band of bloodless flesh.  Grinning up at
Renee's astonishment, I rotated the clip in my fingers.  Half a twist.  A
full twist.  A twist and a half.  Karen was screaming herself hoarse as
every nerve in the tiny bundle overloaded.  But finally I felt it - the
slick skin beginning to slip from between the jaws of the binder clip.  I
pulled harder and twisted, pulled harder and twisted, until finally SNAP!
The jaws of the clip closed as Karen's clitoris scraped free, snapping back
to something like its original oversized shape, knotted under and bent to
one side.  Karen gulped in a huge breath and her whole body went rigid, her
arms and legs flung outwards, her face frozen with her mouth stretched
wide, lips peeled back over her even, white teeth.  The tableau held, all
three of us motionless, until I saw her clitoris throb as blood poured back
into it.

   "AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAHHHHH!!" Karen's shriek rattled the windows
as her climax burst over her.  "YAAAAHHH!  YAAAAHHH!  YAAAAHHH!" she
screamed as orgasmic contractions wracked her body and shattered her mind.
Spittle flew from her lips.  Girl-cum erupted from her deeply-penetrated
vagina, splashing Renee up to her sternum.  The back of her head cracked me
on the cheekbone and I saw stars.  She was bucking so violently that all I
could do is grab Renee's ass in both hands and pull us together, holding on
for dear life.  I thought Karen's preteen rectum was hot and tight before,
but now the twelve-year-old's powerful convulsions threatened to break me
in two.

   It seemed like forever but was probably no more than a minute or so
until the peak of the sixth-grader's long-delayed orgasm passed.  She had
screamed herself hoarse and her piercing cries tailed off into ragged sobs
and incoherent babbling.  The fiercest contractions stopped - or rather,
they smoothed out to a nearly continuous spastic wave that set her coltish
limbs jerking and twitching.  Her pale, teacup shaped breasts jiggled back
and forth as her chest heaved with exertion.  Renee touched her big
sister's face in a tender gesture, but Karen's eyes were glazed and
unseeing.  Renee let herself back down, pressing their naked, sweaty flesh
together.  She nuzzled Karen's neck.  "Love you whory whore," she murmured.

   But Karen was lost.  After a week of deprivation, the sex-starved
preteen's orgasm was a raging, unstoppable monster.  Every twitch of her
anal and vaginal musculature around the two penises - one flesh and one
plastic - filling her set off a fresh flood of pleasure rushing through her
12-year-old body, more shocks of sexual fire racing down her overloaded
nervous system.  The fire flashed up her spine and overwhelmed the poor
girl's brain, burning out thought and emotion and desire, leaving nothing
but pure sensation.  Her body went limp, twitching and flopping like a rag
doll in the grip of her preternatural sexual appetite.  Her beautiful oval
face went slack, her blue eyes wide and empty.  A trail of drool snaked
down her chin as her whimpering resolved into barely intelligible words:
"My babycunt," she whispered hoarsely, "Oh, God, my babycunt, fuck my
babycunt, my whore babycunt, God, God, fuck meee..." Karen groaned and
babbled on as I dug my fingers into the warm, pliable flesh of her little
sister's asscheeks.  I pulled her towards me, pressing us all together,
thrusting Renee's strap-on to its full depth in Karen's soaking snatch and
pushing myself harder into her steaming hot anal passage.  She was too
exhausted now to do more than sob when the plastic shaft butted hard into
her cervix.

   I was exhausted myself, my heart pounding and my penis throbbing in
time, soaking in the delicious heat and friction of Karen's ass - but there
was another, even more delicious backside waiting for me, and I couldn't
wait any more.

   Getting free was difficult.  Karen's body was basically dead weight,
plus Renee's smaller form atop her.  Wriggling out from underneath the two
naked children was complicated by my rampant penis buried in Karen's ass.
Finally I had to draw my knees up halfway to get an angle where I could
pull myself free without snapping it off at the root.  Karen's sphincter
clenched at me, unwilling to let go, and her quavering moan had a tinge of
disappointment as I finally popped free.  Once disengaged, the sweat
slicking our skins made it easier to slide out from beneath the shivering
twelve-year-old.  I stood shakily.  Karen looked up, unseeing, as I gently
stroked her brow.  Renee pressed up on her hands, allowing me to peer down
to where their bodies were joined.  Karen's labia were stretched thin,
pulled into an O-shape by the black dildo.  Despite being penetrated over
the past year and a half by uncounted hundreds of adult cocks of all sizes
and thicknesses from the ordinary to the elephantine, she was still just a
child and her genitalia were childishly small.  Her vulva bulged, swollen
and flushed.  And riding atop the pistoning strapon like a fat purple slug
was her clitoris.  It was also swollen, twisted under and around itself
from her injury the previous Christmas, streaked and shiny with her creamy
sex honey.  It throbbed and twitched in time with the preteen's stuttering
heartbeat.

   With the first rush of Karen's orgasm passed, Renee resumed her careful
cocksmanship, varying her depth, speed and angle as she had learned to do.
The difference was now that fucking her big sister wasn't just for Karen's
benefit, to calm and sate her enough for sleep or to concentrate on her
homework.  Now Renee could feel pleasure herself, as her motion and the
orgasmic contractions of Karen's cunt muscles were transmitted to the peg
filling her own ten-year-old cunny, the cunny that I had only recently
deflowered.  (Though that was a misnomer; in her no-nonsense way, once
Renee decided she wanted it she had set about using her fingers to remove
her hymen and stretch herself open until she was ready.  Then she had
basically had her way with me.)

   I knelt on the couch behind Renee.  I admired the way her ass clenched
and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, as it rose and fell.  Each thrust
brought a loud squelch from Karen's saturated quim and a shaky moan from
the older girl.  I stroked my hands over the soles of Renee's feet, over
her ankles, her muscular calves.  The tendons behind her knees stood out. I
caressed up her sturdy thighs until I reached her beautiful ass.  I grasped
a cheek in each hand and squeezed, digging my fingers in until I could feel
the muscle shifting beneath her olive skin.  Renee paused at the peak of
her stroke, leaving just the tip of the strapon penetrating Karen, stirring
it slightly.  She looked over her bare shoulder at me.  "Are you going to
do my butt now?" I nodded and the ten-year-old nodded back, her disarrayed
braids bouncing.  "Okay!"

   I hooked my thumb into the elastic strap running down Renee's asscrack
and pulled it to the side, exposing her beautiful pinkish-brown starfish. I
dipped my other thumb into the foamy mess where the children were joined,
then gently massaged the tight hole.  Renee grunted softly and flexed her
butt back at me and I felt the ring expand slightly.  The pad of my thumb
slipped into her delicious heat.  I added a little pressure.  Renee grunted
and flexed again and it was like her asshole swallowed my digit eagerly. 
In a moment my thumb was fully embedded.  The ten-year-old sighed as I
twisted it around and in and out.  "Do it!" she urged without looking back
at me.

   Her command was my wish.  I gathered fingersful of Karen's greasy
secretions off her slimed thighs and lubricated myself generously, then
positioned myself looming over the two children.  Renee's asscheeks were
warm and slippery against my glans and she pushed back slightly.  She was
so accustomed to anal sex that she could dilate her sphincter easily and
with hardly any effort I slipped in.  The first resistance came as the
crown really opened her sphincter.  My shaft looked enormous spreading her
juvenile buttocks apart.

   Renee hummed deep in her throat as I began to push.  Slowly, my erection
slid into her anal passage.  She was so tight.  I felt every bump and ridge
on the inside of her rectum, and the constricting ring of her anus as it
slid down my shaft.  "Ooo!" Renee exclaimed.  She was gasping from the
familiar feeling of being stuffed.  "Ooo!  I can...feel
it...rubbing...that's weird." And indeed, I could feel the presence of the
peg filling her cunny as a pressure and extra spot of heat sliding against
the underside of my shaft.

   "Weird bad, or weird good?" I asked, my voice a little strained from the
effort of pushing into the fourth-grader.

   "G...good...ah!" Renee groaned as with a final effort my thighs pressed
against her hot backside.  I was fully embedded.  I'd been down on one knee
with my other foot planted on the floor for leverage.  Now I stretched out
on the couch and pushed Renee's legs open.  Karen's longer limbs were
twitching and jumping as she suffered through her continuous orgasm.  I put
my hands behind her knees and lifted them up and back, folding the preteen
over so that her ankles were at her ears and her pretty toes met above her
head.  Supporting myself on my elbows I buried my nose in Renee's hair,
pressing my chest against her back.  I looked down to watch the reddened,
dilated ring of her anus cling to my cock as I withdrew a slow two inches -
then I dropped the full weight of my hips on top of the children.  "Ooo!"
Renee gasped, spreading her legs further and squirming under the deep
penetration.  "Hiiai!" Karen yipped as I drove her sister's artificial
penis into her battered cervix.

   I started thrusting in earnest.  I had no subtlety left in me.  I was
fucking that fourth-grade ass for all it was worth.  Renee's body was warm
and damp against me and her ass was burning hot, squeezing my penis in a
flaming silk vise.  She squirmed and grunted, obviously enjoying her first
double penetration.  With Karen's legs pinned over her head, the changed
angle set off a new onslaught of orgasmic spasms and the older girl's eyes
rolled back in her head.  The room was filled with the squelching and
slurping sounds of two juvenile honeypots and one ass being fucked, the wet
slaps of our thighs coming together, and all of our increasingly urgent
vocalizations.

   As I felt the first ticklings of my own climax rising, I reached between
the cushions and pulled out one of the poppers I had put there earlier.  I
crushed it in my hand and without prelude clapped my palm over Renee's
nose. She knew exactly what it was.  I had introduced her to this drug the
very first time we had had anal sex.  The fourth-grader inhaled deeply,
letting the amyl nitrate fumes fill her lungs.  The drug's effect was
immediate.  I felt her ass squeeze and heat flare around my cock.  Her
hazel eyes got big and showed white all around and she started to tremble
all over.  Her arms gave way and she dropped full-length against her big
sister.  She started rabbit-fucking the older girl, pounding out of rhythm
against my slower thrusts.  Karen's babbling rose to a scream.  "Fuck! 
Fuck me, fuck my babycunt, I'm a whore, fuck me, fuck, fuck,
FUUUUAAAIIIIEEE!"

   "Ooo!  Ooo!  OooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!  OOO!  OOO!  OOO!" Renee's voice also
climbed as her own juvenile climax rose up and broke over her.  And that
was the end for me, too.  I moaned, long and low, as semen boiled up my
shaft, past the constricting ring of my ten-year-old lover's rosebud, and
squirted forcefully into her bowels.

   Renee pushed herself to maximum depth in Karen's spasming cunt and held,
her spine arched and rigid.  Her legs shook with her orgasm and her rectum
clenched and spasmed around me.  "I love you, Renee!  I love your ass! 
Your sweet ass!" I grunted out as my balls slapped against Karen's
perineum. My ejaculation released weeks of pent-up longing for my preteen
sex toys, as what felt like a quart of jizz poured out of me and filled
Renee's tunnel.

   With my balls emptied, all the energy drained out of me as well.  Still
deeply embedded in Renee's tiny ass I fell sideways on the couch with my
body next to the two girls and my legs entangled with Renee's.  She went
limp as well, snuggling her head against Karen's heaving breasts.  Karen
still twitched and shivered with her multiplying orgasm, but her legs
flopped open and down, one onto the floor and the other across the back of
the couch.  Renee and I breathed deeply as our hearts gradually slowed
while Karen whimpered and muttered.  I hugged my arm across Renee's
sweat-slick back and pressed against the children's' warm bodies and
gradually fell into a doze.

   I woke some time later to the sound of my cell jingling in my discarded
pants.  Renee had disengaged and was sitting at the foot of the couch, legs
drawn up and spread with the soles of her feet together.  She had both
hands wrapped around her new penis and was engrossed in moving it this way
and that.  Karen was snoring softly next to me.  Her face was, finally,
relaxed, a slight smile on her face, as she masturbated in her sleep.  I
gently peeled my sticky body away from hers and got up to answer my phone.

   To be continued...

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