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Jenny's Couch Book III, part 5 (Mgg, ped, bond, oral, tg-play, drugs, blasphemy) by Rufus Fugit "Can you take a turn?" Renee asked me. "My legs are getting tired." I took a hit off the pipe. It was some really fine, fudgy hash, made locally by a guy I knew from a Molokai hydroponic hybrid. Expensive as hell, but it was the only variety I'd found that didn't lower my blood pressure and was consequently unsuitable for activities like this evening's. I let the smoke slowly trickle out my nose and regarded the perverse scene before me. Karen was tied naked to the bed. The twelve-year-old was on her back, spread-eagled, a pillow under her ass. Her wrists and ankles were individually handcuffed to the posts at the corners of the bedframe. (The handcuffs were padded, of course.) The slightly stressed position emphasized her preadolescent figure, skinny arms and legs all knees and elbows, narrow hips with just a hint of flare, tiny breasts flattened with only her swollen pink nipples standing up from the plane of her pale chest. There was a thick bath sheet folded under her bare backside. It had a large, slowly spreading dark stain centered on Karen's crotch, fed by the thick secretions steadily oozing from her preteen cunt. Karen's wide blue eyes were shiny with tears. Her lashes were matted and there were tear tracks running from the corners of her eyes down her temples, wetting her long blond hair. That hair was tangled and sweaty and spread out in an unruly fan around her head. Karen's soft, continuous moaning was interrupted occasionally by a hiccuping sob or a gasp as she was penetrated a little too deeply. Karen's little sister, Renee, two years her junior, was kneeling between the older girl's spread and restrained legs. She was leaned forward with her upper body's weight resting mostly on her extended arms. Her fists depressed the mattress on either side of Karen's slim torso. Her face and body were damp from exertion and glowed in the dim light. As I watched, a droplet of perspiration fell from her chin to splash onto Karen's sternum. Renee's prominent buttocks flexed as she ground her pelvis against her big sister's, making little circles first in one direction then the other. Renee had put her hair up in a sloppy bun but it was starting to come undone. She paused every so often to blow stray strands of hair away from her face. I set the pipe down on the nightstand next to the reading lamp. I blew my lungs clean of the heavy, sweet smoke and then took a couple of deep breaths before I replied. "Sure." I struggled to my feet from the soft armchair. Blue smoke eddied around my head, lit from below by the dim reading lamp. It was a halogen bulb and its heat made a mini updraft, sending tendrils of hash smoke roiling towards the ceiling. Like the two children, I was naked. My cock was stiff and extra-sensitive from my high and I shivered as it bobbed up and down when I put a knee on the bed. Renee sat back. A long black shaft made a loud "shlurp!" as it withdrew from Karen's gaping cunt. The older girl moaned as she felt it leaving her. She tried to push her crotch forwards to keep contact but only managed to make it flick against her swollen, oversized clitoris as Renee sank back on her heels. She grunted softly as she pressed a small palm below the molded double-ended strapon, pushing against the flat part to reseat the back peg inside her ten-year-old vaginal canal. There was a soft roaring in my ears and for a fraction of a second the room seemed to vibrate intensely. Renee looked up in concern as I put an arm out to steady myself. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Head rush." I finished climbing onto the bed and joined the fourth-grader between her older sister's spread legs. Karen was twitching and shivering, her involuntary movements making the four sets of handcuffs rattle against the bed posts. I inhaled deeply as, in a moment of clarity, the completely bizarre nature of the scene washed over me. I was sitting on my bed naked, stoned half out of my gourd, with two naked little girls. I put out a hand to Renee, not to hug her, but to wrap my fingers around the artificial penis sprouting from between her sturdy thighs. She looked up at me, her hazel eyes hooded, as I gripped it and slowly jacked it back and forward. It was slippery with her older sister's cunt honey. Slick, sticky goo squished between my fingers. Renee's face was impassive but she canted her pelvis up, gently pushing back against the pressure of the backside shaft filling her immature channel. "That's right, baby," I mumbled. That's right, I was jacking off a ten-year-old girl with a double-ended dildo stuffed into her deflowered cunt, the same bald, smooth cunt that I had been fucking for months. Her hazel eyes were wide in the dim light. Her nipples, fat and covering nearly all of the plum-sized boobies that sat high on her chest, were erect. They looked delicious. I was entranced watching them rise and fall with Renee's breathing. "Ppppplease..." Karen's high voice broke my hashish-enhanced trance. She rattled her handcuffs again, futilely trying to close her thighs. At the same time Renee pushed my hand away from her slimy penis. "I'm thirsty," the ten-year-old complained. I was hyper-aware of my own pulse, of the way my own penis bobbed slightly with each beat of my heart. After a few seconds what Renee had said penetrated my fuzzed brain. "Go..." My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat and tried again. "You can go get yourself a Coke from the fridge," I said. For a minute after I finished the sentence I wasn't sure what I had been talking about. Dang, I was stoned. "And, and bring me back one, too, please". Renee got off the bed, moving carefully so as not to snag the tip of her cock on the covers. She'd already done that a couple of times and I think it hurt her some when the peg moved inside her. I lifted my hand to my face. My fingers were sticky with Karen's sex juices and redolent with her scent. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. The flavor was so intense, so intense and complex, I could taste dozens of individual flavors, sweet and savory and salty and sour all together. My cock strained, oozing its own precum. I started to pant. "Ppppplease..." Karen moaned again. She was crying in earnest now, her belly heaving and shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly. "Please let me go. I'll be good, I promise. I'll be a good whore, I'm sorry." I leaned forward and brushed hair off her forehead, then stroked her cheek. I could feel the heat rising off her small body as my adult form loomed over her. "Oh, honey, you're not being punished. You didn't do anything wrong, we just need to make sure you won't hurt yourself." My glans brushed over Karen's clitoris, standing up proud from her slit, and we both gasped. Her body was warm but the wrinkled bud was like a torch against my cockhead. "Ah...ah...ah," we signed together as I moved my shaft over her sex bud, spreading her juices on my skin until it slid freely. "Why," I breathed out as I let the head bounce down until it was just fitted against the entrance to her passage, barely nudging her blood-thickened labia apart. "Why did you try to cut off your clitoris? What were you thinking." "I don't know!" Karen almost shouted. "I don't know," she repeated more softly. "I...I was scared and I was thinking aboooohhhh..." Her voice turned into a groan as I let my weight shift forward and penetrated her sloppy, engorged quim. I felt her spasm around me as I let perhaps half my shaft push into her. Oh my God she was on fire! The child's cunt was every bit as slick and hot and tight as it had been the very first time I had violated her more than a year past. The only difference from the hundreds of adult cocks she had taken between then and now was that instead of screaming and begging me to stop, she was moaning and thrusting her pelvis up at me. Her slippery vaginal sheath squeezed and pulsed around my erection, the luscious liquid heat shooting my arousal to new heights. I felt hot liquid dribbling down my shaft. I closed my eyes, clenched my jaw, and with an effort managed to keep my mind on my question. "Why, Karen?" I asked again. But I couldn't help making short little thrusts with each word. "Why...did...you...try...to cut yourself?" Each push left me just a little deeper into the preteen's incredible heat. "I...got scared, I guess." Karen's blue eyes were enormous as I leaned close to hear her hoarse whisper. Her gaze got vague. "Outside...I thought...everyone saw me...naked...saw a whore...and I couldn't stop...and they'd tell Mommy...God won't let me...God makes me, makes my babycunt so hot...oh...oh...ohhhhh...." Her voice trailed off in mumbles and moaning. Her breath was warm on my throat, warm and scented with the harsher pot she had smoked earlier. I couldn't take it any more. I pressed down so our bodies were in full contact, felt her titties press into my chest, rubbed my face against her sweat- and tear-dampened cheek, snaked my arms underneath and grabbed her shoulders and with that leverage, shoved myself completely into the sixth-grader. "AH!" I groaned, and "Oh, JEEZ!" Karen gritted out. "Oh, you've got a great cunt," I whispered in her ear. "What an awesome whore." "I know," Karen panted, "But..." "You got...oh!...nothing to be scared of. You got a great cunt, and you're pretty, and no one knows what a whore you are, and you've made so much money...ah!...from fucking." Like an idiot I wasn't wearing a condom so I had to be careful - it wouldn't do to impregnate Karen - but the feeling of her slim body pressed against mine, the mingled scents of her floral shampoo and her juicy sex, and mostly the incredible heat and tightness of her slick, velvety preteen cunny were overwhelming. I couldn't help but make short little thrusts, each one sending shocks of pleasure from my cock up my spine and through my entire body. "You just got paranoid from the pot," I explained. Karen had only been high a handful of times in her short life and she hadn't yet learned to recognize and separate herself from some of the less pleasant effects. "There's nothing to be scared of," I repeated. "But," Karen hiccuped. "But...I...sometimes..." "What?" "Sometimes, I, I...I hate God." I slapped her. I wasn't angry; it just seemed like the thing to do. Between the hash and the perverted eroticism I was reacting, not thinking. Karen stared at me in shock for a fraction of a second, and then she started to really cry. Not like a sexually-precocious 12-year-old who was overloaded by the sensations stabbing from her hyperaroused clit and her overstuffed channel, but like a four-year-old whose dolly had been taken away. It was pain, and shock, and betrayal at a world that had suddenly turned hostile. "Shh..." I hugged myself tight against her, enjoying the feel of her hot, sweaty flesh moving against my chest hair and my body, the convulsive tightening of her already-snug twat around me as her diaphragm spasmed. I stroked her cheek as I whispered in her other ear. "Karen, you shouldn't hate God. You can be mad at Him, he can take your anger. But God loves you and he wants you to have a good life, to have lots of great sex and make the world better." "How...?" the sobbing preteen gasped. "Don't you make all the men and boys happy when you fuck them? Don't they love your cunt, don't they love squirting in your mouth?" My penis felt like it was trying to burst through its own skin. As always, spewing filth at the formerly innocent little girl I had turned into a sex-crazed child prostitute was a turn-on. Doing it while my own cock was buried to the hilt in her twitching quim was almost more than I could bear. "God loves you, Karen. God's with you all the time. He watches you when you masturbate. He watches you when you've got a mouthful of cock. He watches you fuck all the time. And every time you have your orgasm, that's God rewarding you for doing what He wants you to do." Karen's eyes were open, unseeing, looking past me. "I know, but...but...AH!" I had suddenly thrust hard and deep, bouncing my cockhead off her immature cervix, and now I started a fast, vicious pounding. Karen's limbs all contracted and strained against her bindings. I looked down, watching her smooth outer lips bulge as my adult-sized cock shoved into the child. The blood-thickened inner lips clung to my shaft as I withdrew, smearing an even coating of her thick white secretions along the skin. "What's God see now, you little whore?" I snarled at her. "He ...ow!... sees you ...oh!...fucking me," Karen gasped out. "Fucking ...ow!... my whore babycunt. He sees my cunt getting hotter...oh, it's getting so hot...so big...oh, that hurts, ow, ow, oh, fuck my babycunt, fuck me, I'm a fucking whore, fuck, oh, oh, ohohohOHOHOHOHJEEEEZ!" Karen's voice climbed from a moan to a shriek as yet another orgasm broke over her. Her whole body jerked violently. Her cunt grabbed me like she was trying to tear my dick right off my body. My lower belly and thighs were suddenly soaked with hot cream. I just lay atop the sixth-grader and rode it out as she moaned and thrashed her way through her climax. Eventually she drew a long, shuddering breath and I felt the tension slowly go out of her body. "Oh, godddddddddddd," she breathed out. "Thank you, God," she whispered. And then, amazingly, she started rotating her hips, pressing her pubic mound up against me, trying to force my penis deeper inside her. I had just been screwing the child as hard as I had ever done an adult woman. She had taken it like the pro she was and, before her latest climax had even completely receded, was ready for more. "Don't stop," she whispered in my ear. "Keep fucking me, keep fucking my whore cunt." But I thought I'd tease Karen for awhile instead. I shimmied down so that only the head of my cock bumped against her swollen labia and I started sucking and nipping at her breasts, biting all around her engorged nipples and flicking them with my tongue. I was ready to start really going to town when Renee trotted back into the bedroom and jumped up on the bed. Her strapon bounced and slapped against her bare belly. She was empty-handed. "Hey, kiddo, where's my Coke?" I asked. "Oh," the fourth-grader responded. "I forgot. Sorry. I'll get one." "No, never mind," I looked back at Renee. She was kneeling on the bed near Karen's cuffed ankle. Her cheeks were flushed from the sugar and caffeine in a normally-forbidden after-bedtime soda, but also from her exertions. It was nearing midnight. We had been taking turns fucking her big sister since the sun went down. We'd also occasionally stopped to pleasure each other as Karen strained and begged for attention beside us. Renee had sucked on my penis with her delightful enthusiastic technique. I had given her a tongue bath from her toes up to her sweaty armpits, not neglecting the firm nipples of her just sprouted breasts or her black penis. I would have liked to sample the delicious clean flavor of her bald clam but she was too into having a cock tonight and didn't want to take it off. I was about to ask the fourth-grader to take another turn when she surprised me by jumping onto my back. I wasn't braced and Karen grunted as I fell full-length atop her and her breath was squeezed from out of her lungs. I was suddenly in the middle of a delightful naked-girl sandwich with Renee's warm, sweaty body sliding all over my back. She body-surfed until her strapon was nestled between my ass cheeks and then started humping. I lifted up from my knees, sliding my cock back into the child pinned beneath me and raising my butt slightly so Renee could get good friction, but then... "Ow," I said as I felt blunt plastic poke at my butthole. Then, "Ow," again and "What are you doing?" as Renee dug her fingers into the muscles beneath my shoulderblades and started trying to push. "Hey!" She was trying to penetrate me. I craned my head around so I could look at the fourth-grader's face. Her mouth was pursed and her brow was furrowed in concentration. "Renee, don't do that. I don't like that." "Not fair," she grunted, locking eyes with me. They were almost all pupil in the dim light and it wouldn't surprise me if she had a bit of a contact high besides. "You put it in my butt all the time. Sometimes it hurts a little and sometimes I even bleed. But I don't complain. Fair's fair." Maybe if I wasn't completely ripped I would've seen the flaws in that argument but given the intoxication from the hash and especially the feeling of warm smooth skin rubbing my body front and back and hot wet cunt clenching around my organ, I just said "The hell with it." After a second I realized I had actually said it out loud. Fairness was really important to little kids at Renee's age. I giggled. "Okay. Just lube up and go slow." "I'm still all greasy from Karen's cunt," Renee said, and grabbed my shoulders for leverage. "Uhhh!" I grunted as the ten-year-old stabbed forward. Her chin dug into my back. "Slow!" I repeated. "Try pulling out a little and then...ow! Yeah, like that, pushing back in. Uhh!" Involuntarily my knees spread a bit and my pelvis dropped, and I buried myself again to the hilt in Renee's big sister. And then no one was speaking. The only sound in the room was my grunts and exclamations as Renee pegged me more and more deeply, her huffs and little gasps of exertion in my one ear and Karen's whimpering in the other. That and the slick sounds of penetration from behind me and the much wetter, sloppier sounds from in front of me. With each thrust Renee was a little further inside me. Then I felt her comfortable weight lift off my back, her small hands go around to the front of my hipbones. I looked back. She was on one knee, the other leg up with her foot on the bed for leverage. Her face was flushed with two brighter patches of pink on her cheekbones. Her hazel eyes were a little glassy; she appeared to be looking at nothing, or at least, nothing besides the movie playing in her head. "Take my thingy!" she startled me with the urgency in her voice. "I've got my thingy in your butt! I'm fucking your butt with my big penis!" She was talking through her pleasure, exactly what I had taught her by example through the long grooming period and then the months that I'd been actively fucking her fore and aft. I let the child thrust into me for a few moments and then, finding her voice strangely arousing, I started moving myself, letting her motion push me deep into her sister's burning hot snatch. Karen moaned again, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow beneath me. "I'm fucking your butt! Fucking your butt! Fucking you with my penis!" Renee repeated, her voice climbing in pitch. "I'm going to orgasm, fucking your butt, going to orgasm, oooh, oooh, oooOOOoooOOO!" She stiffened suddenly and with surprising strength for a ten-year-old shoved forward especially hard. And when the hard plastic banged into my prostate I was suddenly past the point of no return. "Oh SHIIIIIIT!" I yelled as the heat inside my cock shot up instantly beyond endurance and my whole body felt like it turned inside-out with pleasure. Semen rocketed up through the shaft and sprayed against the entrance to Karen's unfortunately presumably-fertile womb. But there was nothing I could do to stop myself. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I hollered from mingled dismay and ecstacy as I filled the little girl's vagina with my hot spunk. Her blue eyes opened wide as she felt the liquid spurt into her. Renee fell across my back again. I could feel her trembling with her own juvenile climax. Craning my neck I saw just the top of her head. Her cheek was laid against my spine and it felt like she was drooling onto my skin. "OOOoooaaahhhh," was all I could manage as Karen scrunched up her face and clamped down on my twitching meat, milking the last of my ejaculation. For what seemed like a long time, all I could do was lay atop Karen's lanky form, panting and listening to my heart hammering in my ears. I had terrible cotton mouth. Karen's face relaxed into a sleepy smile and she was practically purring with satisfaction at having jizz inside her; she had never liked condoms though she understood their extreme importance to her future (and mine). Renee's ragged breathing in my ear gradually evened out. When she started to snore softly though I reached back and smacked her little butt. Now that my orgasm had passed I was really not comfortable. "Hey, get off," I said, and made a shrugging motion. I gritted my teeth as Renee tipped to one side and awkwardly extracted herself from me. She flopped over on her back, her belly rising and falling and the wet plastic of her penis bobbing and catching the light. Sperm dribbled out of Karen's cunt, adding a heavy musk to the spicy scent of her juices soaking the towel she lay on. I got shakily to my feet. "I need that Coke," I said to the universe. "And we'll have to get some Plan B for you tomorrow," I mumbled as I staggered towards the kitchen. I stood for a long time staring absently into the fridge. From the bedroom I heard the bedframe squeak, then Renee's high voice. "Clean off my penis, whore," she giggled, and then there was the sound of her hand slapping Karen's cheek gently. I drank down most of a bottle of soda standing at the fridge, then took it and two unopened bottles back into the bedroom. The heavy stench of sex and hashish hit me afresh as I re-entered the room and the smoke still swirling around the ceiling stung my eyes. Renee was squatting astride Karen's shoulders. She was leaning forward and gripping the top of the headboard for leverage. Her tight little butt bouncing and gyrating as she face-fucked her big sister. Karen slurped and gargled and gagged as the big black shaft plunged in and out of her mouth. I finished my bottle of soda, burned another pinch of hash in the pipe, and climbed back on the bed. The rest of the night turned into a series of disconnected images in my head. I know I started out by working one of the (plastic, screw-top) pop bottles into Karen's gaping cunt. She moaned and kicked her legs as the cold, smooth plastic stretched her wide open. She came again almost immediately when I sucked her clit into my mouth. I spent some time eating Karen's pussy, getting my face completely drenched in her delicious cunt cream, while Renee continued stuffing Karen's mouth full of plastic penis. I used some of Karen's juices to get my thumb lubricated enough to insert it in Renee's tight rosette. I could feel her anus pulsing as she continued pumping her big sister's mouth. And it fluttered and vibrated like a piano wire when she reached another climax. At another point I was teabagging Karen, sitting with my asshole just touching the tip of her nose while Renee was again fucking her. Karen's moaning was nicely muffled by a mouthful of scrotum. Renee and I were both leaning forward over Karen's sweat-slick torso. It was awkward but we were managing to make out. I had a hand around the back of Renee's head, tangled in her hair. Her bun had come completely undone and her thick brown tresses fell around her shoulders and down her back. She was shoving her tongue into my mouth, as always with more enthusiasm than finesse, but I loved it. It was when she reached forward and grabbed my penis, holding it overhand like she was shaking hands, that I ejaculated for the second time that night. The first shot hit Renee under the chin; the second splattered one breast and her sternum; and the rest plopped and dribbled onto Karen's already thoroughly lubed belly. Somewhere around three a.m. Karen passed out. Her body was still shivering and spasming in apparent orgasm, but she didn't open her eyes or otherwise respond to additional stimulation, even when I took her bruised-looking clit in my mouth and bit down on it, first gently and then not-so-gently. She was quite a sight by then. Her hair was a tangled mess around her head. Her face was bright pink and her eyes swollen and red from crying. There were bite marks on her breasts and dried patches of cum on her stomach. Half a full Coke bottle protruded from her cunt with her labia stretched tight and pale around it. Her clitoris was a deep eggplant in color (I had a nice stoned giggle at the thought that it was nearly the shape and size of one, too). The towel underneath her ass was completely soaked and the bed reeked of sex. The smell of Karen's cunt was almost cloying. We left Karen rattling the cuffs in her sleep. Renee complained of getting sore - not surprising since she'd been wearing her strapon for hours and working it aggressively for most of that - so I helped her remove it. She hissed when the peg slid out, her inner labia clinging to it and stretching away from her smooth vulva. Of course I had to kiss it and make it better, which led to some awkward 69, rolling around on the part of the bed Karen wasn't occupying. Renee's talented little mouth had me back to full mast eventually and then, despite her protests, I pinned her narrow shoulders to a pillow and started fucking her, gently at first until her excitement overcame her soreness. We ended up with her riding me, holding the base of my shaft with one hand to control the depth of penetration and balancing herself with the other hand on my chest. I was entranced by the sight of her small, smooth vulva stretching to admit my adult girth. Her outer lips were a fat, curved parenthesis around my veiny shaft. We were both nearly exhausted by that point. Our bodies were bathed in sweat, the ten-year-old's smooth skin greasy with lube and semen and her big sister's cunt honey. I was watching her lips stretch and pull, stretch and pull as she rose and fell on me. We took turns letting each other do the work. I'd thrust up for a while, then she'd bounce until her thighs cramped. I'd already cum twice so I was in no hurry. More than a year of being sexually active had made the ten-year-old responsive well beyond her age. She reached three more climaxes as we played. Each time her voice climbed up to a near-squeak "Ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOO! OOO! OOO!" and she collapsed across me as her cunny, already stuffed full to its limit, clamped vise-like and then, well, shivered around me. I stroked her hair and the hot, damp skin of her back as she panted into my neck, and after a few moments she raised up and we started again. She was whispering hoarsely, "I've got your big penis in me, fucking your big penis, I feel it all up my cunt, I feel it," when, spurred on by the words in her high, childish voice, I finally finished. Renee squealed as I couldn't help but shove myself as far into her as I could, squealed again as she felt each shot of semen bounce off her immature cervix. When I finally went limp, Renee used both hands to lever herself off of me. She looked down at our junction as fat blobs of cum dripped out of her stretched-open hole, puddling on my rapidly wilting penis. She winced as she closed her thighs and lay down next to me. I put an arm around her and buried my nose in her hair and was asleep in seconds. My dreams were full of colors and smells and music, and I woke up knowing just what I needed to do. Before I even took my morning piss I was rummaging in my desk for Nate's business card. To be continued...