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   Jenny's Couch Book III, part 9 (M+gg, ped, cons, drugs, exhib, humil,
oral, anal, ws, pierc, electrotort, blood) by Rufus Fugit

   "I am sooooo..." Karen's voice trailed off.  The twelve-year-old's hair
was still damp, long streamers of honey-blond plastered to her slim bare
back and shoulders.  She was swaying gracefully, her bare feet shifting on
the damp earth behind the flatbed stage.  Her eyes were bloodshot and
glassy, wide and startlingly blue amidst the calico silhouette of a cat
painted across her face.  She giggled, which trailed off into
"...bzzzzzz..." a soft airplane noise as she wafted one hand in front of
her face like it was a glider.  From her face it fluttered down to her
chest.  "Bzzt...bzzt....bzzt..." Karen's lips vibrated as her "airplane"
hand moved across her bare breasts.  The perky, teacup-sized half-globes
jiggled as her fingers flicked at each pink, swollen nipple in turn.  When
the sixth-grader was sexually aroused - as she was most of her waking life
- the entire areola swelled, making it resemble a missile nose cone.  A
delicious, lickable, suckable nose cone.  And I couldn't resist.  It had
been far too long since I had tasted the preteen myself.  I bent forward,
placing my palms flat in the small of Karen's back, and sucked her right
nipple into my mouth.  Her airplane noise dissolved into soft, throaty
gasps as I tasted the hot, pliable flesh.  She tasted like sweat, like
ganja, like cinnamon.  As I alternately tongued and then sucked the
stiffening nipple the flavor was enhanced by the scent of Karen's heat,
wafting up from between her legs.  Her hand "flew" downward until it
hovered just inside the open cage formed by the long, flat wires piercing
her vulva until one finger pressed lightly on the purplish, swollen knob of
her clit.  With a wet squish her inner labia fluttered and squeezed out a
heavy, aromatic glob of white cream.  It formed a thick drop, stretching
down from the child's swollen cunt until the stem snapped and it plopped
onto the arch of one foot.

   "...high," Karen finished in a breathy half-moan, putting her other hand
on my shoulder for balance as she continued gently stroking just the very
tip of her clitoris, gingerly twiddling the oversize button in its metal
collar.  Which was not something that needed saying.  After Renee and I had
led her, shivering and demoralized, from being showered first with urine
and then with freezing well water, the naked child had taken greedily to
the bong that was circulating around the band as they pregamed their second
set.  She'd done double hits and gone out of order, ignoring Paul's warning
that this was a very strong strain, until now she was probably more ripped
than she'd ever been in her short life.  Her pupils were enormous, almost
obliterating the deep blue of her irises, and the whites of her eyes deeply
bloodshot.  Her eyelids drooped.  Her face was flushed and sweaty.  Her
head bobbed on her slender neck.

   My penis strained against my jeans.  Watching both Karen and her little
sister, Renee, wantonly giving themselves to strangers today had built a
fierce arousal.  Especially watching Renee forthrightly proposition older
boys and men with the same matter-of-fact attitude and simple joy with
which she approached childhood and her entire life - watching and knowing
that later tonight her tight, hairless ten-year-old cunt would be mine.

   I pressed my hands against the hot, damp flesh of Karen's painted back,
pulling the pre-teen into a tighter embrace, but then I felt a tug at my
shirt-tail.  It was Renee, who was looking a little exasperated.  "Come
oooon," she said, bouncing impatiently from foot to foot.

   "Uh...yeah.  I was just making sure your sister was, uh, ready." I was
treated to a perfect eye-roll, far beyond Renee's ten years.  They grow up
so fast these days.  Especially when you've been fucking them in the ass
since they were nine.

   I straightened and held Karen by the shoulders at arm's length.  Despite
her exertions so far today the paint decorating her bare body was unmarred.
She giggled and wavered on her feet, deeply and thoroughly stoned.  I took
her hand and gave it to the redhead who was the band's DJ and all around
tech whiz.  I hadn't realized just how much of a little maker chick she
was, nor that she knew Nate and collaborated with him from time to time on
projects.  And it turned out Karen was one such project.

   "...I dance now...?" Karen asked dazedly as the redhead led her to the
stage.  She stumbled getting her bare foot up onto the cool corrugated
metal.  The stage was lit with only the deepest purple gels which gave
everything an unearthly ultraviolet glow.  It was coming on to full night.
A pall of barbecue smoke hung heavy in the air, rapidly getting enhanced
with the sweeter scent of marijuana as a lot of the families with younger
kids retired to their tents or departed, leaving only the hard-core
partiers gathered in front of the stage or in small groups around grills or
at tables.

   "No, Karen," Renee's voice surprised me.  She had her big sister's other
hand and was leading her with the redhead to a low table that had been
placed at the front of the stage.  Apparently at some point while I'd been
watching Karen get unconscionably ripped for a twelve-year-old, Renee had
been acting the responsible grownup and interrogating the redhead about
what she had in store for our little elementary-school hooker.  Renee
guided her big sister to crawl up on the table and sit.  Karen flinched
repeatedly as movement caused each razor-sharp shim to press and saw into
her tender flesh.

   Renee got Karen to lie down on her back on the table with the top of her
head facing the audience.  Her knees hung off the end, her toes not quite
touching the gritty floor.  "Legs up, Karen," Renee instructed and Karen
assumed a familiar position, folding herself supplely in two until her
knees touched the table and her feet waved in the air just next to her
head. She giggled as her toes tangled in her disarranged hair.

   "Who's going to fuck me?" she breathed in a singsong voice.  "Are you
going to fuck me?" Karen raised her head and looked up, past her pierced
and caged vulva.  The metal gleamed eerily in the dark purple light. 
Between her spread thighs the redhead was holding up something very
familiar, a slim torpedo shape.  But this dildo glowed glowed silvery and I
saw what Karen couldn't, the wires trailing from its base.

   "Give her that tube," Renee said to me, pointing.  I picked it up,
reading not "personal lubricant" on the label as I expected, but
"conductive gel".  The redhead squeezed a generous portion onto the
appliance.

   Karen gasped as cold metal touched her still-stretched sphincter muscle,
then sighed as it was pushed home with no apparent difficulty.  "Oooooooo,
my ass," she whispered.  "Fuck my ass." She wriggled her upraised butt,
squeezing and twisting against the familiar intrusion.

   And now things started getting really interesting.  Although it was hard
to see in the uncertain light, the redhead fiddled with the wires emerging
from Karen's ass and connected them to some obviously home-built project on
the stand with all her other equipment.  Then she did the same with the
wires trailing from the metal clamp that squeezed the root of Karen's clit.
She gently worked them into a plug from which a thicker cable emerged and
then plugged that into the box.  She motioned Renee to step back from where
she was gently stroking Karen's forehead.  Once she was sure no one was
touching the naked, supine child, she pressed a switch.

   SNAP!  My eyes were dazzled by a brilliant blue spark that shot out of
Karen's crotch.  She screamed.  There was a wisp of smoke and a hint of
burnt meat.  "MY BABYCUNT!" Karen shrilled, trying to curl up and away from
the searing pain that had shocked her out of her marijuana haze.  But Renee
and the redhead grabbed her and prevented her from rolling off the table.

   "Help us!" Renee commanded me as she held down Karen's bare shoulders. I
moved behind Renee and pressed her forward, leaning to grab the backs of
Karen's knees and likewise hold down her thrashing feet as the redhead
switched on a red pinlight and bent to examine Karen's spread and pinioned
cunt closely.  "It hurt," Karen whimpered softly.  "It hurt my babycunt."

   "Bad contact," the redhead mumbled.  Holding the light in her mouth she
first squirted some of that conductive jelly onto Karen's swollen clit. 
Karen struggled weakly and moaned as the cool gel was roughly massaged into
the slightly seared flesh of her pleasure knob.  Then, using a small
screwdriver, the redhead tightened the hose clamp.  Karen gasped with each
twist of the tool as her button and its hood were squeezed harder and
harder.  The tip bulged and darkened as blood flow was further constricted.
A pale ridge of scar tissue stood out, causing the oversize pleasure organ
to twist down and around itself.  Each of the twelve skinny blades shifted
minutely, tugging and pulling at the wounds where they pierced Karen's
abused outer labia.  One or two of the scabs pulled open and a little fresh
blood welled slowly.  "OK," the redhead said, and more loudly, "Clear!"
Renee and I jerked our hands away.

   This time there was just a hum.  A hum and, from Karen's mouth, a low
quavering wail not of pain but pleasure.  "Oooooooooooooh jeeeeeEEEEEEEZ!"
Her abs and thighs quivered, the spines emerging from her vulva vibrating
eerily in the spectral illumination.  I realized what was going on. 
Electricity was flowing from the shaft filling her ass, through her rectal
and vaginal walls, and to her clit.  The sensation must have been
indescribable for the sexually-overloaded child.  Her lanky body unfolded
spastically, one heel thumping solidly against the redhead's shoulder.  Her
arms flapped without coordination and the cords in her neck stood out.  I
heard her teeth click together as her jaw clamped shut.

   The hum stopped and Karen flopped limply back onto the table.  Her
glassy eyes opened wide and her mouth split into a brilliant grin.  "Wow,"
she panted.  "...wow." Sweat dripped down over her naked torso.

   I bent and pressed my lips against her damp forehead.  She was burning
up.  "You liked that, whore?" I murmured in her ear.  Karen's only response
was a deep, guttural groan.  The twelve-year-old's head was clearly
spinning, her body awash in sensation.

   I straightened up to see the redhead holding out a handful of bungee
cords.  I realized that Karen had to be secured or the force of her body's
reactions to the electrical stimulation would cause her to buck right off
the table.  I hooked a bungee around one ankle, bending her lithe pre-teen
body double again, and secured the cord around the table leg.  While I was
doing the same with the child's other leg, the redhead was wrapping a cord
around each wrist and pulling her arms in the opposite direction.  Her butt
was up in the air and the spines curled straight up like some obscene
flower bloom.

   Karen pulled at her bonds - not struggling, just testing the limits of
motion.  Her feet were over her head, soles facing the audience, knees at
her armpits, while her arms were held down at her sides.  She wriggled her
toes experimentally.  She craned her neck so she was looking upside-down
out at the audience.  She blushed when she realized how many people were
watching her, seeing her cunt spread back and open to their eager stares.
But she gulped and rallied.  "D'you like my babycunt?" she said, probably
not loud enough for anyone but Renee and I to hear.  "I'm a whore, and this
is my whore babycunt."

   "I'm worried she might bite her tongue," the redhead said to me.  I
nodded, then sent Renee to get my backpack.  She hopped off the stage, her
bare feet pattering across the grass.  I admired her tight little backside
in her overall shorts.  When she came back I fished around in my toys until
I found a ring of hard, stiff rubber with a groove around its outer
circumference and a strap with a buckle.  Karen was too high to obey my
instructions so I just pressed below the hinge of her jaw until she opened
her mouth wide.  In a second the ring gag was secured and the buckle tight
on the back of her neck.  With her mouth held open and her blue eyes wide
her expression was one of comical surprise.

   At last we were ready.  As the stage lights came up and the rest of the
band clomped up on the flatbed, Renee and I retired to our chair.  The
redhead flipped switches then raised one hand theatrically.  She brought it
down and plucked one of the metal spines piercing Karen's vulva.  An
unearthly note shrieked from the PA.  At the same time Karen's body went
rigid.  She had been turned into an electric musical instrument.  Each of
her twelve piercings was tuned to a different note - a full chromatic
octave - and each shot electricity through her rectum and clitoris at a
different frequency.  "AAAAIIIEEEE!  AAAAIIIEEE! 
ZHEEEEEEEEEAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" She squealed, over and over, as the redhead
started hitting chords with increasing voicings.  Apparently the strength
of each shock matched the volume of the note.

   Twenty minutes later it was apparent that the redhead knew what she was
doing.  She played Karen like a virtuoso.  The pre-teen's body jerked and
thrashed.  The silver dildo poking out of her ass threw back reflections of
the stage lights.  Cunt cream welled up between her fluttering inner labia
and oozed down her belly, down her heaving ribcage, into the valley between
her breasts.  One after another each of the 24 tiny wounds pulled open as
the electric shocks jerked her muscles and the white, thick cream mixed
with fresh blood in a foamy pink pool across her slender torso.  She was
moaning and yelping, crying spasmodically and inarticulately through the
ring gag.  After about ten minutes of teasing - picking out mincing
arpeggios and smooth glissandos, gradually building in speed and intensity
- the redhead grabbed six of the shivering metal shims and tugged, hard,
making a crashing chord and bringing Karen to her first climax.  Girl cum
fountained straight up from her straining crotch.  The redhead jerked back
to avoid a faceful, and it splashed down across Karen's writhing body.  Her
eyes rolled back in her head and her body thrashed.  Her bare feet kicked
at the limits of her bindings.  The motion edged her backwards on the table
until her head was hanging backwards off the edge of the table.  Her long
blond hair, now soaked with sweat, was a gold waterfall pooling on the
grimy stage.

   That was the point where, as far as I could tell, Karen lost
consciousness.  Her slender undeveloped form still twisted and jerked as
wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, and she still moaned
continuously - whether deliberately or not, mostly in tune with the
cacophony playing around her - but her eyes showed only white.  She had
fled, abandoning her body to the pure, animal pleasure of an unending
climax.  The little girl was gone.  There was no one left but the whore.

   The band was doing, I guess, an extended jam.  At least, there were no
breaks between songs, no respite from the electrical torture that wracked
Karen's preteen body.  It was at about the half-hour mark that someone in
the audience got a bright idea.  Renee had emptied Karen's tip jar between
sets, carefully organizing and counting the money Karen had earned by
letting her ass be relentlessly violated by strangers, and folding it away
into her backpack.  But the jar was still there and now Karen's lolling
head with her mouth held open by the ring gag presented a target of
opportunity.  The first person to figure it out was a tall, lanky old man
with a fringe of grizzled gray hair and ropy, muscular limbs.  He strode
forward and, pausing only to set down his beer next to Karen's heaving
titties, pulled aside his swim shorts and stuffed his cock into Karen's
mouth.  He shoved it in to the root, blocking the child's airway and
causing her to thrash with renewed vigor.  Renee was up like a shot.  Karen
was an astonishingly skilled fellatrix as I had ample reason to know, but
she had a strong gag reflex and had never learned to deep throat.

   As the twilight deepened into full night and the air turned from cool to
chill, Renee "assisted" a string of men who followed the first.  One after
another, she wrapped her little hand around each erect shaft, jacking it
gently, guiding it into Karen's gagged-open mouth and keeping it from
penetrating too deeply.  Occasionally she used her other hand to heft a
pair of heavy balls.  Once or twice she had to squeeze to enforce
discipline.

   The sight of my 12-year-old niece being mouth-fucked over and over was
beautiful, exciting, arousing - but disappointing that her younger sister,
my ten-year-old sex toy and lover, wasn't plastered to my side where I
could molest her.

   With her neck stretched backwards and her mouth wide open Karen couldn't
swallow.  Load after load of semen drooled out.  Karen coughed and gargled
cum.  Bubbles formed and popped between her lips.  The gooey mess ran into
her nostrils and stung her red-rimmed eyes.  It dripped down her forehead
and into her hair where it congealed, sticking her sweaty mane together and
glueing it to the stage.  When the freshening breeze shifted around I could
smell it, heavy and ammoniac, mixed with the tang of Karen's sweat, the
coppery scent of her blood, the sharp, spicy lilt of her cunt honey and
ejaculate, and wisps of ozone from the electricity shooting through her
defenseless body.

   And through it all the redhead kept tugging, tweaking, pulling, stroking
the spines of bright metal poking through Karen's swollen and wounded
vulva. Electricity shot through the sixth-grader, heating her clit to an
unbearable pitch.  Occasionally the redhead reached down to squeeze the
throbbing purple button, modulating the synthesized tones oddly and making
Karen squeal around a mouthful of cock and strain extra-hard against her
bonds.  Her belly rippled as blood and sex juice spread across it.  Every
few minutes a fresh fountain of ejaculate sprayed upwards, with diminishing
height, as she hit another peak in her continuous orgasm.  And the band
played on.

   After about an hour Karen the crowd's enthusiasm for the noise - and for
the sixth-grader's talented mouth - seemed undiminished, though Karen
herself seemed to have reached the point of diminishing returns.  Her belly
and thighs still quivered with the electrical stimulation, and her toes
still twitched when the redhead gave a particularly hard tug on one of her
piercings, but she was otherwise motionless.  Her moans had trailed off to
where they were inaudible above the amplified chaos.  She was a mess, of
course.  More than one of her tricks had chosen to pull out and paint her
face, or spray their hot cum across her perky titties and belly.  I never
understood that porn-star shit in real life.  Under the lurid stage
lighting the mixture of sperm, cunt cream and blood looked almost
radioactive.  Even Renee was starting to look a little fatigued from where
she knelt next to her big sister.  She had almost started a riot a few
minutes ago.  Some douche had tried to spunk in her face instead of
Karen's. He'd gotten one shot across her ear and into her hair before she
punched him in the nuts.  A couple of his friends made to take a shot at
her before they realized the absurdity of taking on a ten-year-old girl -
and how it would look if they lost.

   For myself, I was desperately horny.  Watching the two girls on stage
had me masturbating frantically with a hand down my pants.  Karen, naked,
legs tied back over her head, covered in her own juice, blood, and
strangers' cum; Renee, jacking off one man after another and feeding their
erect, hairy cocks to her big sister.  It was all I could do not to jizz
all over myself.

   Without warning and with no discernible climax, the music stopped.  Paul
mumbled "thank you" into a mic and that was it.  In the sudden silence
Karen's gulping moans were audible for a second before being overwhelmed by
cheers.  The band wasted no time starting to break down and pack up their
equipment.  The redhead killed the stage lighting so that the LEDs of her
work lights the only illumination.  She stared at Karen's disheveled state
until she noticed me noticing her avid gaze at Karen's spread cunt. 
Blushing, she turned away and busied herself with her electronics, leaving
Renee and me to deal with the exhausted preteen.

   I unhooked the bungee cords from Karen's slender ankles, letting them
snap down and ring on the corrugated metal of the flatbed.  Together Renee
and I scootched her down so her head rested flat on the table.  Her flesh
was burning hot to the touch.  Karen stared upwards unseeing.  Tears leaked
slowly from the corners of hr eyes, running down over the heavy coating of
clotted spunk.  Slowly her eyes focused on her feet in the air over her
head.  She tried to unfold herself, wincing.  Her hips and thighs must have
been sore from being held in place so long - not that she didn't spend
plenty of time with her legs spread on a normal day.  I took one leg and
Renee the other and we slowly unbent them.  Karen snuffled as the insides
of her thighs caught and dragged against the spines piercing her bloody
vulva.  As Renee unbound her big sister's wrists I put an arm across her
narrow shoulders and helped her to half-sit, leaning on her elbows.  "I'ah
hirwhee," she croaked, as diluted semen ran out of her mouth.  Hastily I
unbuckled the ring gag and pried her jaw a little further open, enough to
pull it out from between her teeth.  Karen swallowed, working her jaw
experimentally.  "I'm thirsty," she repeated, her voice raspy and breaking.
Her breath was thick with the stench of cum, adding to her already
formidable stink.  From my chair several yards away, it had been enticing.
Up close, it was almost nauseating.

   I hadn't seen Renee move but she appeared at Karen's elbow with two
bottles of some awful fruit-flavored cooler, procured from who-knows-where.
Karen chugged the first and half the second before stopping to let out a
long, satisfied belch.  Little flecks of cum sprayed from her mouth.  Her
lips opened in a goofy smile.  There wasn't much alcohol in those things
but Karen was only twelve and slender.  Plus her stomach was empty except
for a fair quantity of semen so they hit her immediately.

   "Let's get you home, sweetie," I said gently.  "You need a shower." I
grabbed Karen's ankles and gently swung her legs around to dangle off the
table, but Renee interrupted me.

   "Nuh-uh!" she insisted.  "Karen's still Paul's whore tonight, aren't
you, Karen?" Karen's eyes widened and she nodded wearily.

   "I am," she said softly, looking down at her toes.  "I am Paul's whore."

   I sighed.  "Well go get him and see what he wants to do." Renee hopped
off the back of the stage to obey.  She was back in seconds with Paul in
tow.

   The teenager looked a little confused as Renee pulled him to face me. 
"What do you say?" she said, in tones that so perfectly mimicked Jenny's
that it was all I could do not to burst out laughing.  I restrained myself,
though, to be respectful of Renee's ten-year-old dignity.

   But I couldn't resist adopting in my answer the slightly put-upon sound
of Renee giving a prompted apology.  "I'm sorry I borrowed your whore
without asking, Paul.  She's your whore and I shouldn't have taken her
without permission." Renee didn't seem to notice or if she did she was even
more subtle than I thought I was being.

   "Um...okay." Paul said.  "Um...I guess I'd like to fuck her.  Can we
come back to your place?"

   "Who's 'we'?" I sure didn't want my house to get a reputation as a sugar
shack with my neighbors.

   "Um...just me, and Billo," he jerked a chin at one of the burly
brothers. "And Gin of course," All of us turned to look at the redhead who
ducked her head, blush evident even in the ghostly dim LED light.  Karen
essayed a smile.

   "I liked it...when you touched my babycunt," she said to the crown of
Gin's head.  I realized the girl was younger than I'd initially thought,
maybe Paul's age or maybe even less.  "D'you like my whore babycunt?  D'you
want me to touch your cunt?" Karen was starting to ramble as the alcohol
moved into her system.  "I'll use my mouth, too, I'm good at that, Lilah
really likes it..." She stopped as she realized what she'd just said, but
fortunately no one aside from me and her sister knew that Lilah was barely
eight years old.

   "Well, let's get you unwired and then we'll take you home, kitten." I
had taken to using Moira's pet name for Karen, liking the way it still made
her wince and tremble with remembered terrors.  I reached down and slowly
withdrew the silver dildo from the sixth-grader's ass.  She gasped as it
slid free.  Her sphincter gaped open, a black, red-rimmed disk in the
near-dark, bigger than a quarter.  I used my key fob light to illuminate
the mess of drying blood and flaking cunt cream that covered her hairless
vulva.  There was now visible bruising spreading from each of the 24 tiny
punctures on her fat, inflamed outer labia.  Gingerly I started unhooking
the 12 spines from the hose clamp that squeezed her clit so tightly.  The
twisted knob was almost black with congested blood and swollen until it was
drumhead-taut.  Karen whimpered as my fingers probed her most intimate and
yet most public area, staring down at herself with a mixture of horror and
fascination.

   "Don't!" Karen shrilled when, all twelve spines unhooked, I started to
attempt to gently work one free from where it was embedded in her flesh.  I
stopped, afraid I'd hurt her.  Hurt her more.  "Don't," she repeated more
softly.  "I...I want to keep them." She struggled to sit upright and placed
one hand over her bleeding girlhood.  But she wasn't trying to protect
herself.  The twelve-year-old's fingers gently stroked and plucked at the
burnished metal.

   "You little whore," I said in wonderment.  "You like it, don't you?"
Karen blushed but met my eyes, nodding.  Her sperm-coated face held an
expression of shame, but shame mixed with desire.  "Okay, you can leave
them in tonight.  But we better loosen this up," I tweaked her clit,
causing her to jump and reflexively hunch over.  "Don't want it to drop
off, now, do we?" I chuckled.

   Panning my light over the redhead's worktable I spotted the small
screwdriver.  Squeezing Karen's oversize clitoris between thumb and
forefinger, I tugged it out until I could get a purchase on the hose
clamp's adjustment screw and started loosening it.

   We were halfway across the parking area when the blood finally rushed
back into Karen's abused clitty.  She groaned and her bare feet stumbled on
the rough ground.  I caught her under one arm and Renee leaned into her on
the other side to keep the naked child upright.  Her groan rose to a ragged
cry as her clit pulsed, throbbing with agonizing pleasure.  Karen
staggered, caught her balance, and without breaking stride began urinating
on herself.  She made no attempt to stop or squat.  Piss poured down her
bare legs as her scream became a drawn-out moan of painful orgasm.  She
shivered violently, spraying her bladder's contents onto her toes and the
dirt beneath them.  Her urine added just one more note to the riot of
stench rising from her pubescent body.  Renee and I half-carried her the
rest of the way to my truck.  Her bare feet dragged, toes digging into the
fresh urine mud.

   When we got to the truck I looked at Karen's cum-coated face and
saturated hair, sticking out at all angles in sticky hanks, her painted
body soaked with her sex juices and dried blood from sternum to knees and
her titties and belly dappled with more cum, and the fresh cooling urine
dripping down her legs.  Her stink was still overpowering - there was no
getting used to the rancid mix of bodily fluids.  I guided her away from
the passenger doors, instead dropping the tailgate and, touching her filthy
naked skin as little as possible, boosted her up into the bed.  She thumped
on knees and elbows and rolled over onto her butt.  She drew her knees up,
starting to shiver as the cold metal leached heat from her soaked skin.  I
promised her a hot shower as soon as we got home, and clunked the bed shut.
As I opened the driver's door I glanced back to see the her huddling with
one hand underneath her, tugging at the splayed wires still jammed through
her fat, bald vulva.  Her eyelids fluttered closed.

   Renee was starting to shiver, too, in her bare feet, shorty overalls,
and no shirt.  She crossed her legs under herself as she belted in and I
got the engine started and switched on the heater.  Once we got out onto
the main road she surprised me by taking my hand and pushing it into her
denim-clad crotch.  Down there, at least, the ten-year-old was still plenty
warm.  With her small hand covering my knuckles I massaged her gently.  Her
face was serious in the dashboard glow.  "I'm still feeling slutty, I
think," she said matter-of-factly.

   "Is that so?" I said, catching my breath as my erection surged back to
life.  I withdrew my hand from beneath Renee's just enough to slide down
her thigh.  I stroked the smooth skin of her leg, feeling the ever-so-fine
hairs, and then pushed up under the loose leg of her overalls, gently
rubbing my fingertips back and forth until I encountered the supple, moist
skin of her vulva.  I pried the outer lip open, finding her immature cunny
hot and damp.  I slid my finger up and down her slick crease.  She jumped
slightly when I found the underside of her clitty, then pushed her crotch
forward and slid down in the seat slightly.

   "Yes," she answered simply in her high-pitched child's voice.  "When we
get home, let's put on my cowboy show and then we can fuck."
   I hit the gas.