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   Jenny's Couch Book III, part 7 (bg, Mm+g, ped, tg, exhib, oral, anal,
size, pierce, D/s, drugs) by Rufus Fugit

   "YEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAA!" Renee charged past me wearing nothing but a pair
of panties and threw herself onto her belly into the mud.  She slid
downhill and splashed head-first into the wallow, accompanied by shrieks
from the other children.  She surfaced laughing, covered from forehead to
knees with sticky mud and her hair plastered to her face.  She would've
been butt-naked - as soon as she'd spied the mudhole she'd skimmed out of
her overalls and left them in a tangle on the floor of the truck - but I'd
refused to let her out until she'd fished a pair of crumpled but clean
panties out of her backpack, since only the toddlers seemed to be fully
naked.

   We'd arrived at the pig roast to find the site in chaos.  A sudden
cloudburst had cut the power, blown over tents, and thoroughly drenched
everyone and everything - the stage, buffet tables, everything.  But the
torrential rain had stopped as suddenly as it had started and gusty wind
was breaking up the overcast.  Occasional spears of sunlight made every
blade of grass sparkle and people hustled around us, cleaning up and
putting everything back to rights.  A generator coughed to life somewhere
out of sight.

   Years ago, someone had hauled up a trailer full of white sand from the
Florida coast and made a beach on this section of the lakeshore.  The
current owners had dug out a shallow bowl far enough away from the water to
be safe for kids to play unsupervised.  But that sandpit had been turned
into a mudpit by the rain and it was now churning with more than a dozen
children covered head to toe in good, clean filth.  Renee wasn't the oldest
and she wasn't even the oldest girl topless that I could see - but she was
the only girl with the thick tube of a fake penis pressed up against her
belly by the elastic waist of her quickly-ceasing-to-be-pale blue panties.
Kids, of course, take that kind of thing in stride but I wondered how long
it would be before an adult noticed and if it would cause any difficulty.

   For the moment, everyone was too busy.  The clean smell of wet earth
mingled with savory smoke as the roasting pits were rekindled.  Three
teenaged girls, not much older than Karen, were running relays to set fresh
food out on the buffet tables.  Another was struggling to tip rainwater out
of a plastic keg barrel.  She lost her footing on the soaked grass and fell
backwards, pulling the barrel with her.  She shrieked as icy water drenched
her, turning her midriff blouse transparent.  Sharp little nipples poked
against the wet fabric.  Laughing and ogling at the same time, an older
teenaged boy righted the keg and helped her to her feet.

   Karen stood close to me, holding tightly to my hand, a little cowed by
the manic activity all around us.  We'd taken our time getting her cleaned
up and ready for her show.  Two years Renee's senior at 12, Karen was tall,
slim, and blond.  While Renee still looked like a little girl, albeit one
beginning to sprout, Karen was a sketch of the woman she would become.  She
had a waist.  If her ass was skinny and her knees still a little knobby,
her hips had a definite flare and her thighs and calves were shapely.  Her
pale skin was satiny and unblemished.  At the moment, her clear blue eyes
were wide and her mouth twisted in a grimace of anxiety.  As people rushed
around us to repair the storm damage she seemed equal parts irked and
relieved that no one paid her much notice.  I squeezed her hand in mine,
knowing that wouldn't last.

   I'd taken away Karen's terrycloth robe and given her an outfit that
showed off the work Nate had done on her preteen body.  The wide neck of a
cutoff white tshirt hung off one shoulder.  Half a band name was visible
above the ragged cut.  The green string of a bikini top was tied around her
neck but it didn't conceal the bottoms of her orange-sized breasts below
the tshirt.  The shirt's thin fabric hung limply from the sixth-grader's
swollen nipples.  Her midriff was bare, showing off the cats Nate had
painted on her belly and her back.  But only the ears of the black kitty
painted on her belly were visible above the skimpy beach wrap tied around
her hips.  It was meant to be worn over a bikini bottom, but for technical
reasons Karen couldn't wear one of those today.  There were twelve
technical reasons - the twelve long, thin steel shims that pierced her
vulva and curved forward like a cat's whiskers.  The way they poked and
snagged the thin, sleazy fabric of her wrap made Karen wince and gasp as
she walked.  She had to take delicate, mincing steps as each movement
tugged and stung her fresh piercings.  They were still bleeding, a little,
and I saw the preteen covertly reach under the wrap and wipe a scarlet
trail off the inside of one pale thigh.

   The flimsy wrap was meant to be tied at the side, on her hipbone, but
again there was a technical problem.  Instead it was tied in back and
gapped open slightly, like a tiny apron.  The opening revealed a green knob
to which was affixed a faux-fur tail.  The tail was stiffened with wire and
stood up in a shallow "S", rising to bob between Karen's shoulderblades. 
The other end of the knob wasn't plainly visible but anyone who really
looked would realize they were looking at the base of a buttplug.  They
wouldn't realize the girth of it, though, that the willowly
twelve-year-old's anus was distended a good two inches and her rectum
overfull by the even wider flare of the appliance.  That was another reason
Karen was walking a little oddly, as she felt the shock of every footfall
deep inside her.  Her stomach cramped with the effort to stand straight.

   Karen shivered as a breeze ruffled her thick blond hair.  Her fingers
tightened in mine and she grunted softly as she shifted from one sandaled
foot to the other.  Every move, no matter how slight, made her
freshly-pierced quim sting.  She couldn't help but clench up but that only
increased the dull ache from the oversized butt-plug filling her rectum and
painfully stretching her anus.  The twelve-year-old was no stranger to anal
penetration but this was larger than most adults would be able to tolerate.
Her blue eyes, heavily made up over the painted mask, looked longingly at
her little sister, playing with abandon in the mud.  Despite the silhouette
of a leaping calico painted across her face, her blood-red lipstick and the
stark makeup emphasizing her cheekbones, her yearning expression was plain
to see, yearning for a childhood that had been ripped away from her.  It
was clear she wanted to join her little sister playing innocently in the
mud but she couldn't run and jump.  She could barely stand straight.  And
while soon enough her clothes would be off there was no such thing for her
as being innocently naked.

   Karen waddled gingerly behind me as I fixed us a plate of snacks from
the replenished buffet.  We found a picnic table where she sat most
gingerly, carefully straddling the bench, balancing herself on her
stretched perineum.  Before long her thighs were shaking with the tension
of keeping her body from rocking too far forward and snagging her piercings
against the wood, or too far back and jamming the buttplug further into her
rectum.  She could only pick at her food.  That was where Paul found us. 
"There you guys are!  Wow, you missed the rain, huh?  Good thing we hadn't
started playing yet.  We're up next, though." He chattered on, obviously a
bit high on anticipation of his band's show.  He made some oblique
references to "Gin" wanting to check out "Nathan's work" and I eventually
gathered that Gin was the redheaded keyboardist that Karen had so blatantly
propositioned at their practice, and that she knew Nate somehow.

   Karen was nonplussed by the older teen's excited monolog.  I think the
mingled pain and the lingering arousal from being stuffed full of Nate's
revitalized and astonishingly large penis had her half in a daze.  Her eyes
were vague as Paul pulled her to her feet and led her, walking far faster
than was comfortable with her appliances, in the direction of the flatbed
trailer that served as the stage.  She had time to cast one worried glance
back over her shoulder at me.  I waved and smiled broadly.

   With Karen off my hands for the moment, I looked around for Renee.  I
couldn't spot her at first in the mudpit.  From where I sat it was just an
undifferentiated mass of childish limbs and torsos, all uniformly covered
in sticky brown mud.  It wasn't until I cast my eyes afield that I saw her
and then only because her back was to me and her butt-length brown hair -
even clotted with mud - was distinctive.  At first she looked naked, her
panties as uniformly muddy as her skin.  She was standing next to a taller
boy.  He was wet, but clean - either from the rain or he'd been swimming.
He had bright red hair in a grown-out Mohawk.  He was wearing pool socks
and loose board shorts low on his hips.  His pale back was deeply freckled.
I tossed my plate in a garbage can and moved towards them, but I stopped
when Renee's voice came clear.

   "You can touch them if you want," the ten-year-old was saying
nonchalantly.  She arched her back, making it clear that "them" were the
two egg-sized breast buds riding high on her chest.  They were almost all
areola but that was concealed beneath her coating of mud.  In fact, the
only parts of her that weren't completely slathered were her eyelids and a
forearm-sized smear around her mouth.  Even the three inches or so of the
strapon poking out of her soaked panties was covered.  The boy raised his
hands tentatively but stopped before touching Renee, looking guiltily
around.  Renee made a small sigh of exasperation.  She stepped forward and
took the boy's hands in hers, pulling his palms flat against her chest. 
His eyes got big and round and his mouth fell open slightly.  He looked at
his hands as if they belonged to someone else.

   Renee purred as the boy started tentatively fondling her new chest.  "I
like that," she sighed.  "Pinch the nipples, but not too hard - yeah, like
that.  They only started growing like after school started and sometimes
they hurt a little.  My mommy says that's normal.  But they don't hurt now.
I like you touching them.  Do you want me to touch you?" The boy managed to
jerk out a nod, his Adam's apple bobbing, and before long he had muddy
handprints all over his chest as Renee reached up to rub and pull his pale
nipples.  But then she took his hand in hers.  "C'mon!" she said and headed
off at a trot for the parking area.  I followed more slowly.

   I followed the children's bobbing heads - the boy's flash of red and
Renee's muddy scalp - as they weaved among the vehicles parked haphazardly
in the field.  I was several cars away when I heard the creak of my truck
tailgate opening and then the clunk as it was raised again.  I made a short
detour to approach from the front of the truck where the two wouldn't spot
me right away.  The breeze was gusty but warm and the overcast was
continuing to break up.  Sun and shadow played across the cars and warmed
my shoulders through my Hawaiian shirt.

   Renee and the boy were sitting cross-legged on the foam mattress
covering half of the pickup bed.  He was leaning forward so his face was on
a level with Renee, their foreheads almost touching.  His eyes seemed glued
to her crotch, probably because he had just now noticed under all the mud
that the fourth-grader was sporting a little something extra.  Renee was
talking earnestly to him.  One hand went to her panties, first cupping the
molded scrotum through the muddy fabric, then encircling the shaft with her
fingers and skimming up and down.

   "In my butt?" The boy's voice squeaked in surprise.

   Renee nodded vigorously.  "Haven't you ever done it?  I do it to lots of
boys, they like it." The boy looked skeptical.  "You let me do it," Renee
continued, "And I'll suck your thingy.  Do you squirt yet?"

   The boy stammered something I didn't catch.  Renee sighed again. 
"'Cause it feels good, dummy.  Don't you masturbate?  It's WAY better than
that." And at that point the ten-year-old apparently ran out of patience.
She rocked up on her knees and pushed the boy's shoulders.  Before his back
had hit the mattress Renee had hooked the waistband of his shorts and
pulled them down to expose a thin, very pale uncircumcised penis with the
cutest patch of red down sprouting at its base.  Startled, the boy tried to
squirm away but Renee was too fast and agile.  She jumped astride his legs
and pinned him in place, then quick as a whistle took his limp little tool
between thumb and forefinger and peeled back his prepuce.  She swooped down
like a hawk on its prey, stuffing the penis between her pursed lips.  Her
cheeks hollowed with noisy suction.

   The boy stopped resisting.  His eyes and mouth went round with shock and
his face turned beet red as he received his first-ever blowjob.  After half
a minute or so Renee slurped off the now-erect wiener and sat up.  A string
of saliva dripped off her chin as she smiled merrily, her hazel eyes
sparkling.  "So, what do you think?  Deal?" she asked.  In response, the
boy simply kicked off his shorts and rolled over onto his hands and knees,
poking his skinny freckled ass into the ten-year-old's face.

   There followed some confusion as Renee clambered over the boy to open
the truck cab's back window and retrieve her backpack.  She shimmied out of
her muddy panties and sat back, her strapon waving in the air.  She wiped
it clean of mud and then lubed it with a generous portion of Astroglide
from the large tube she produced from her pack.  It gleamed in the sunlight
as she kneewalked back into position.  The boy jumped as she pushed her
greased finger between his pale asscheeks.  Next came a long two minutes as
she pushed futilely while exhorting the kid to "relax" and "push out, like
you're pooping".  Finally, though, his virgin starfish yielded and he
groaned, his voice cracking, as my ten-year-old lover's strapon penetrated.

   Renee wasn't gentle.  She ignored the older boy's increasingly urgent
grunts and cries of pain.  She grabbed his hips and pushed his knees
farther apart to improve her leverage, shoving and rotating her hips until
her thighs were pressed against the boy's.  Then she started thrusting,
hard and fast.  The boy's expression was a comical mix of pain and then
shocks of pleasure as the latex shaft hammered against his prostate.  For
her part, Renee's eyelids drooped and a dreamy expression came over her
round face.  "I've got my penis in your butt!" she exclaimed.  "Do you like
my big penis, my big penis, big penis in your butt..." Sweat began to carve
little clean trails through the mud plastering her temples and cheeks.  She
even remembered her manners enough to stick her thumb in her mouth, then
lean forward and rub it back and forth across the boy's now achingly-stiff
peter, making him squirm and grunt harder.

   I was squirming myself watching my fourth-grade not-actual niece
vigorously buggering a barely-pubescent boy.  When the boy dropped his head
forward onto his cradled arms, hiding his eyes, I moved.  Walking quietly,
I dodged through the parked vehicles so I could approach my truck from the
rear.  I paused for a moment, taking in the delightful sight of Renee's
jiggling ass, her mud-streaked cheeks clenching and releasing as she
pummeled the boy's back passage.  Her head jerked around when I laid a hand
on her muddy shoulder.  She broke into a grin when she saw it was me, her
teeth startlingly white in her muddy face.  This close, I could smell the
sweat of the children's exertions, sweat and the heavy smell of wet earth.
Renee's long hair, clumped into muddy dreads, slapped wetly onto her back.
I stuck my thumb in my mouth to get it good and wet, then trailed my
fingers down Renee's back.  Her skin was warm and damp, gritty under the
drying mud.  She shivered when I poked my thumb between her clenching
asscheeks.  Her high-pitched grunts joined the boy's - him still unaware of
my presence - as I gently massaged her own sphincter.  She closed her eyes
and inhaled deeply as the muscle ring relaxed and my digit slipped inside.
Her legs began to tremble as I buggered her in counterpoint to her own
buggery.  Her ass was hot and dry, almost sandpapery as it squirmed and
relaxed around my questing thumb.  "Ooo!" Renee exclaimed as I pushed hard
into her.  "Ooo!  Ooo!  OooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!" Her little body went rigid. 
The tendons behind her knees stood out with tension and then she shivered
violently as her immature climax washed over her.  She fell forward,
pressing her cheek between the boy's pale shoulderblades, wrapping her arms
around his chest and playing lightly with his nipples.  She pistoned slowly
now, gently, forward and back.  "Ooooooooo, yeahhhh..." she breathed out as
I disengaged from her tight little rectum and stepped back between the
cars.

   "I got my orgasm, that was really good," Renee said to her older
partner. And then, matter-of-factly, "Roll over.  It's your turn." She put
her palms against his butt and pushed herself back.  The boy squeaked as,
slowly, seven inches of greasy latex emerged from his back passage, finally
springing up and free.  His anus was red, swollen and gaping.  His lower
back was smeared with mud from where Renee had laid against him.  He just
rested on knees and elbows, head down, panting from the exertion of his
first-ever anal penetration.  But Renee was impatient.  She pushed him onto
his side.  The boy rolled, wincing as his thoroughly-tenderized asshole
contacted the thin foam mattress.  Renee put a muddy hand on the inside of
each thigh to spread them wide.  She nuzzled the taut, hairless little
scrotum briefly.  With one finger she pulled his pale stiffy upright,
giggling as it slapped back down against his belly.  Then she dived.  Her
muddy hair fell forward in a lumpy, uneven curtain, hiding her face as her
head bobbed up and down.  The only direct evidence that the fourth-grader
was engaging in fellatio was the noisy slurping - that, and the boy's
dumbfounded expression.

   The kid's prostate had been thoroughly stimulated, and Renee had been
giving him a reach-around for most of the time she was assfucking him, so
it didn't take long.  Within a couple of minutes the boy's feet came up off
the truck bed, he threw his head back and his hands clawed feebly at the
air.  His pelvis jerked up.  Renee opened her thumb-and-forefinger grip on
his pulsing little wiener and put her palm flat on his abdomen, at the same
time raising her head so just his glans was in her mouth.  I saw her jaws
working as her tongue flicked back and forth.  After a minute she carefully
disengaged, got up on her knees and spit over the side of the truck.  She
wasn't very good at spitting yet, though, it's definitely an acquired
skill. When she straightened up, brushing her stiffening hair back from her
pert little boobies, there was a thin trail of runny semen on her chin.

   "You squirted," she said to the boy, half-accusing.  He had no response
except for panting.  "Well, thanks," Renee continued, "I had a really good
orgasm.  Do you have any friends that would buttfuck, too?  I'm feeling
slutty today, I just learned that word, it means I want to do a lot of
sex." She grabbed her strapon and the root and shook it at him.  "I wanna
put my penis in at least two or three more butts, ok, so tell your friends.
I'm going to go play now.  Bye!" And with that my preteen lover picked up
her muddy panties and vaulted over the tailgate onto the ground.  She
trotted back towards the lake, stepping back into her soaked underwear (and
almost falling on her face) as she went.

   The boy lay on his back for a minute more, then finally gathered
himself. He fumbled his shorts back on and much more gingerly stepped over
the tailgate onto the truck's bumper and then to the ground, wincing with
each movement.  He waddled slowly back towards the lake, one hand pressed
between his cheeks.

   I refilled my beer and got a plate of barbecue as Renee plunged back
into the mudhole, joining the mass of squealing, thrashing juvenile
humanity.  It was pretty much a mosh pit for the under-five-feet set.  I
saw Renee go under, resurface laughing, tackle a boy about her size and go
down with him before the two of them disappeared under a pile-on of younger
kids.  There was absolutely nothing sexual in her play, no sign that not 10
minutes ago the child had been sucking cock after vigorously pegging an
older boy.

   Before long her erstwhile sex partner reappeared at the edge of the pit,
accompanied by an older teen who had to be his big brother.  He was maybe
Paul's age but big, starting to fill out with broad, sunburnt shoulders and
well-defined pecs, and the same wiry red hair as his brother.  Eventually
Renee noticed them and sloshed her way up to the grass, squeegeeing mud off
her face as she came.  Her panties were sagging, completely saturated, and
her ersatz erection bounced against her tummy as she walked.

   The discussion with the older boy looked angry at first, like he was
accusing Renee of bullying his younger brother, but Renee held her own,
gesturing with animation, cupping one little boob to indicate what the boy
had done, even grabbing her penis and jacking it up and down.  Whatever she
said seemed to mollify the older boy and after a minute she took his much
larger (and cleaner) hand in hers and led him off.  But instead of heading
back for the parking area, she came straight for where I was sitting.  The
teen, uncertain to see her approaching an adult, pulled his hand from hers
and hung back.  Renee gave him a faintly disgusted look but continued up to
me alone.

   "Are you having a good time, sweetie?" I asked, smiling.

   "Yah," she nodded her head vigorously enough to scatter muddy droplets.
One plopped into my beer.  "I'm still feeling slutty," the ten-year-old
announced.  "Is it okay if I fuck more boys?"

   "It's okay with me," I shrugged.

   Before I could go on Renee interrupted.  "Can I have, you know, the
bottle?"

   "I guess," I said, "But don't spill it this time.  It's expensive.  It's
in my bag behind the seat."

   "Thanks!" Renee said and darted off without saying goodbye, taking the
teenager's hand again and this time pulling him off in the direction of the
truck.

   Renee was back again in ten minutes.  She was still moving at her
preferred trot but this time a little erratically.  Her face was red
beneath the mud and I noticed there was more cum on her chin and cheeks. 
She half-ran, half-staggered past me to belly flop into the mudpit.  That
seemed to revive the child and her sturdy limbs were soon thrashing around
again as she splashed and wrestled with the other children.

   Occasionally one or more of the kids would climb out of the mud to rinse
off in the lake, or just lie on the grass.  The breeze was still a little
too stiff to be comfortable on bare skin but as the overcast continued to
break up, the sun was warm enough to counter that.  After awhile, Renee got
out with two other girls about her age and the three of them flopped onto
the grass together, letting the mud dry and crack on their skin.  Both
girls were wearing swimsuits, one a bikini though she was completely
undeveloped, and the other a simple dark blue one-piece with white piping
and a brand emblem of some sort on the chest.  They seemed interested in
Renee's penis sticking up from the waistband of her - by now, basically
ruined - underwear and while Renee was willing to let them look she shook
her head vigorously when one reached out to touch the shaft.  A random
shift of the breeze brought Renee's high voice to me for a moment. 
"Touching's only for sex.  I don't do sex with girls.  Well, hardly ever."
Then the breeze turned but I could see Renee was still talking and it was
obvious from her expansive gestures and her little audience's increasingly
wide-eyed expressions that she was giving them her own version of the
birds-and-bees lecture.

   Renee's disquisition was interrupted when a shadow fell over the three
children.  Renee shaded her eyes with one mud-smeared hand, looking up at
three males.  Two were young teens but the third was older, a grownup, a
chubby, greasy-looking guy of maybe thirty with several days of ragged
stubble.  The two girls Renee was sitting with looked uneasy, but Renee
calmly stood.  After a short discussion with the man, she waved goodbye to
the girls and headed again for the parking area.  The man stopped her with
a meaty hand around her upper arm and more discussion ensued.  I couldn't
hear any of it but he was pointing towards the ragged circle of tents
pitched upslope.  Renee shook her head, then nodded.  Finally the little
group separated, Renee heading for the parking lot and the other three for
the tents.  I finished my beer and as I was waiting in line at the keg for
another refill I saw Renee's muddy dreads bobbing along.  She disappeared
inside a somewhat ragged-looking khaki canvas centerpole tent.

   Ten, then twenty minutes passed.  I was watching the stage.  The last of
the water had been squeegeed away and Paul's band was lugging equipment and
starting to set up.  I wasn't worried about Renee.  At least, not until I
saw first the man, then the two teens furtively slip out of the tent and
head, not back to the main area but to the parking lot where they climbed
into a rust-bucket and headed off.  Uh-oh.  Heart speeding up with anxiety,
I headed for the tent I'd seen them all disappear into.

   My pounding heart froze when I stepped into the tent.  The air was thick
with the stench of sex and unwashed male bodies.  Renee was sprawled
unmoving, face-down on the dirt floor, arms and legs spread wide.  Her
panties were in a wad next to one hand.  There were scratches showing
through the dried mud on her back, and cum dotted her tangled hair.  There
was blood between her cheeks and on the thong of her strapon's harness.  Oh
god oh god oh god I thought, until the child lifted her head and gave me a
sunny smile.  "Wow," she said, pushing up and rolling over onto her side,
"That was the best orgasm ever!"

   The breath gusted out of me and I collapsed with relief to sit
cross-legged in the dirt.  Oblivious to the scare she'd just given me Renee
sat up.  "Ow," she said softly when her ass hit the ground and she decided
instead to kneel next to me.  Her mud-covered body was tracked with sweat
from recent exertion.  Her penis was wet and shiny in the filtered
sunlight. Her cheeks and chin were thickly smeared with semen and she
absently licked some off her lips as she spoke.  "Jerry said the boys were
his fuck-pigs," she giggled.  "That's a funny name, isn't it?  But he told
Rick, the one with black hair, to take off his pants and he did, and I
started to fuck his butt and his thingy got really hard and he was going
'ungh, ungh, ungh', I guess it was kinda like a pig." More giggles.  "Jerry
kept telling me to do his little fuck-pig harder, but then you know what he
did?" I could only shake my head in the midst of the torrent of words. 
Renee's round face was alight and she was bouncing on her heels with
excitement as she told her story.

   "He put his thingy in MY butt!  So I was fucking Rick and Jerry was
fucking me at the same time and it was AWESOME.  It felt soooo good.  And
THEN, Jerry had my bottle and he stuck it under my nose and he kept it
there and I got so whooshy" - that had become Renee's word for the effects
of the amyl nitrate on her ten-year-old body - "and I thought I was going
to fall over but Jerry was holding me and then I got an orgasm almost right
away.  But instead of wanting to stop I felt even sluttier and I felt
slutty in my penis." Her hands went to the latex as she spoke, one gripping
the shaft and the other palming around the molded glans.  "I was whooshy
and it felt real and I wanted...I wanted it to be real!" she finished in a
rush.  "I want a real penis!" The ten year-old was jacking the strapon in
earnest now, as if it were a real organ she was masturbating.  It looked
faintly absurd, the small, slightly stocky child with an adult-sized cock
sprouting from her crotch.  Not only was the size a mismatch but so was the
color - it was much lighter than Renee's slightly olive skin tone - never
mind the mismatch of the cockhead waving around within spurting distance of
her jiggling breast buds with their nipples hard and erect.  "I want a real
penis!" Renee repeated and then looked a little startled at what she'd just
said.

   "Do you want to be a boy, then?" I asked.

   "No!" That broke the spell a little.  Renee looked at me like I was an
idiot.  "I'm a girl!  I like my girl parts!  I like it when you use your
mouth and when you fuck my...cunt." Despite having been sexually active
since age 9, Renee still sometimes stumbled over the dirty words I'd taught
her.  "But I want a penis!" We both drew a long, shaky breath together.  I
was tremendously excited at the naked fourth-grader's perverse declaration.
Part of it was knowing that I was the one that had introduced her to the
joys of having male genitalia (in more ways than one).  And part of it was
- well, naked fourth-grader.  Close enough to smell her: sweat, dirt, the
cum of strangers dotting her face, and the subtle but unmistakeable piquant
scent of her pre-teen arousal.

   "Then Jerry sat in the chair and I was on his lap and his thingy was
waaay up in me and he was bouncing me and I was like 'ooo, ooo, ooo' and he
had me suck on Rick's thingy but then, but then, he had the other fuck-pig
suck on MY thingy, and then the fuck-pigs took turns until they both
squirted, and then Jerry put me on the floor and got behind me and gave me
the bottle and he was putting his thingy in me really hard and I was
whooshing so hard that I had a great BIG orgasm," she held her arms up like
Atlas to show me just how big it was.  "And then I, then I...then you were
here."

   "Wow," was all I could manage to say at first.  "It sounds like you had
really good sex today.  How do you feel now?  Your butt's bleeding a
little," I observed.

   "Yah," Renee was unconcerned.  "I don't feel so slutty any more.  I'm
just...kinda tired, I guess."

   That made sense to me.  The ten-year-old had just had sex with four boys
and a man in the space of little more than an hour.  I knew plenty of
grownups who couldn't handle a pace like that.  "I want you to stay here
for a minute and I'll go get your clothes and a towel and then you can
rinse off in the lake and then we can go sit down and watch your sister
dance.  I think the band's going to start pretty soon."

   "OK," Renee said, stifling a yawn.  She really was worn out.  As I stood
to leave the tent she was wiping semen off her face, trying to make herself
presentable.