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   Jenny's Couch Book III, part 10 (Mg, Mmfg, ped, cons, drugs, exhib,
humil, oral, anal, pierc, pondering of mental trauma) by Rufus Fugit

   It took a lot longer than I'd've preferred to get everyone sorted once
we got home.  Renee, of course, was thinking only of her big sister. 
Before the truck had fully stopped she'd grabbed my wrist and firmly slid
my hand out of the leg of her shorty overalls from where I'd been gently
fondling the ten-year-old as I drove, leaving me with nothing but a little
of her sweet, sticky juice and remembered heat on my fingertips.  She ran
barefoot on the gravel driveway around to the back of the truck.  Karen was
sitting bare-assed on the cold metal truck bed, her head resting on her
knees and her thin arms wrapped around her legs.  Her semen-clotted blond
hair was pasted together and sticking up like some ridiculous parody of a
1980's Jersey girl.  Renee had to clamber up and half carry, half drag her
big sister.  With Karen's recent growth spurt and Renee's shorter, stockier
body type the older girl overtopped her by nearly a foot but Renee was a
strong little girl and she'd learned a lot about leverage and balance in
her martial arts classes.

   I followed the children into the house.  Renee led Karen directly to the
master bathroom.  By the time I caught up she was standing, shivering, in
the shower stall, her head drooping on her slender neck.  The piss she'd
drenched herself with on the way to the truck when her bladder let go had
thankfully dried in the wind on the drive home, but holy Minerva, the
twelve-year-old stank.  Cum was drying thickly everywhere from her titties
up.  Her face was thoroughly frosted with lumpy broad fingers of flaking
white reaching up from her chin to where they disappeared into her
hairline. Her lashes were clotted and her pale eyebrows invisible
underneath the multicolored body paint and spunk.  A heavy coat of gelid
protein elongated her chin, pointing down at the further streaks and globs
decorating her high, perky breasts and the valley between them.  She
reached up, moving in slow-motion, and scratched her neck.  Her fingertips
came away dripping with semen.

   From the bottom curve of those delicious, teacup-sized titties, Karen's
ribcage, her belly, and down to the prominent bulge of her mons, her skin
was painted black with the silhouette of a cat, but the cat's fur was
fouled with a thick, foamy, pale pink sheen.  It was Karen's heavy,
aromatic juvenile sex honey and ejaculate, mixed with an unfortunate
quantity of the child's blood.  Some was still oozing from the double-dozen
piercings around her vulva where twelve razor-sharp metal spines penetrated
her bruised and swollen outer lips.  They were the whiskers on the painted
cat, as her gaping red cunt was its mouth and her swollen and twisted
clitoris, its nose.

   Renee "tch"d at the sight of her older sister, naked, filthy, shivering
in my shower.  Drops of blood were pat-patting around the older girl's bare
feet.  One landed on the chipping blue polish of her left big toe.  Karen,
high on pot, exhausted from a continuous hour of electrostimulated orgasm
mixed with the shocking pain of cold metal cutting her most tender flesh,
had drunkenly refused to let us remove the spines before heading home but
now Renee didn't ask permission.  She put her shoulder into Karen's
sternum, effortlessly pinning her big sister against the shower stall and
swiftly pulled one of the spines free.  "EeeeoooEEEEEE!" Karen wailed, a
high, trembling ululation of confounded pain and pleasure.  Her bloodshot
eyes popped open wide and her pretty, delicate features distorted in a
painful rictus but at the same time a fresh surge of cunt cream squished
out from between her spasming inner labia.

   The spectacle was, to coin a phrase, electrifying, as Renee swiftly
detassled her older sister's violated mound.  One after another the thin,
bloodied metal shims clinked onto the tile.  But I was distracted by the
sound of another car pulling into the driveway.  Karen's owner for the
evening had arrived with his guests.

   I put Paul, Karen's teenaged friend, boyfriend, favored customer - I'm
not sure how she thought of him, or if she could even make much of a
distinction - in the downstairs den, along with his big, burly guitarist
and the redhead, the young lady who'd turned Karen into an instrument of
torture, pleasure, and music all at once.  Gin, her name was, ducked her
head shyly when I praised her mad maker skillz.  Now that I saw her under
normal light it was clear she was younger than I'd initially thought. 
Despite a ripe pair of breasts under her scoop-neck shirt - they were
dusted with freckles along her cleavage - I revised her age downward to
maybe 14, a guess Paul confirmed for me by referencing her freshman status
at their high school.

   By the time I got the three settled with a bowl of chips, a beer for the
guitarist and Cokes for the teens - I'm not about to serve liquor to
underage kids in my house - and returned upstairs, Renee had finished
removing Karen's hardware.  Her vulva was swollen from the insult and
mottled with bruising as the wounds bled slightly under the delicate
hairless skin.  Renee had gotten out my first aid kid, extracted some large
gauze sponges and alcohol wipes.  And with her naked sister sitting
spread-legged on the edge of the toilet seat, her pelvis canted forward,
Renee knelt on the tile between her big sister's thighs and began gently
cleansing the wounds.

   "Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked, as Karen snuffled and
squeaked in pain.  That alcohol had to sting.

   "Sensei showed me," the ten-year-old replied, "Last week, Raj got his
head protector knocked off and I yelled 'break!' but Tammy hit him anyway
and he got a cut, right here." Renee pointed at her own brow, currently
furrowed in concentration.  "Sensei said they bleed a lot worse than they
are.  Raj was okay.  He cried a little.  I told him that was okay. 
Anyway." Renee blew some errant strands of wavy brown hair from her eyes.
She discarded another bloody sponge onto the bathroom floor and regarded
her work critically.  Karen's cuts were still oozing slightly.  Her inner
labia were swollen and flushed as well, spread wide open to reveal her
gaping passage limned with thick sex honey.  "Okay, whorey whore," Renee
looked up into her sister's eyes.  Despite her words her tone was loving
and her frank hazel eyes full of love for her big sister.  "Into the
shower."

   Moments later Karen was on her elbows and knees, head resting on her
crossed arms, her semen-gelled hair hiding her similarly-coated face. 
Renee stripped for this part of their post-prostitution ritual, leaving her
overalls next to the bloody gauze on the bathroom floor.  She knelt behind
Karen and removed the long bottle brush from the kit.  The older girl's
upturned ass was red-rimmed, her sphincter irritated and still loose from
the evening's action.  Despite that Karen whined as Renee carefully
inserted the brush until almost the entirety of the bristles disappeared
into her rectum.  Working gently but thoroughly, Renee repeatedly scrubbed
the inside of her older sister's plundered ass, all the while crooning,
"That's it, whorey whore.  Love you whorey whore.  What a good whore." As
she worked I got the detachable showerhead running with not-too-warm water
and set it to a pulsating stream.  When Renee reached out her hand I was
ready.  While massaging the small of Karen's back she pushed the showerhead
against Karen's twitching anus repeatedly then removed it, letting Karen's
bowels fill with water and then empty, until the water dripping down her
thin thighs ran clear.

   Renee tapped Karen on one asscheek and Karen obediently rolled over,
sitting up with her legs widely spread.  The alcohol had removed the body
paint from her vulva, leaving it shockingly pale beneath the blue, yellow,
purple bruising.  I poured rubbing alcohol onto a washcloth and handed it,
not to Karen, who was staring dully ahead with her hands flat on the stall
floor, but to Renee.  Karen sighed as the cooling alcohol evaporated on her
burning hot skin.  After cleaning Karen's breasts and upper back, Renee
helped the older girl to her feet so she could finish removing the body
paint.  I was struck, as always, by the difference in the girls' demeanors.

   Karen displayed herself.  The months and years of abuse she had suffered
had convinced her that her body was public property.  She was proud of her
body.  She'd been taught to be proud of the effect she had on boys and men.
She'd been taught, even, that it was God's will for her to be a child
prostitute, to sell that body to strangers.  And she took pleasure from it.
Barely twelve years old, she lived in a near-constant state of sexual
arousal and desire for the delicious explosions of climax whether from her
own fingers or some man's cock sawing in and out of her juvenile vagina.

   And yet underneath the indoctrination and the desperate sexual need that
kept her skin tingling and her cunny weeping, underneath all that - Karen
knew it was wrong.  She knew it was wrong for a young girl like herself to
take off her clothes in front of strangers, to let them stick their cocks
in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass - hell, even in her ears and up her
nose - to squirt their hot gooey semen into and onto her, and to make money
from them.  Even as her body trembled with pleasure, Karen felt dirty.  She
was bad.  She was a dirty whore.  Late at night as she she lay in her bed
with her hand thrust between her legs, her tears came hot as she buried her
face in her pillow to muffle her sobs and her moans.  That was when she
felt like she was being torn apart, like God must hate her for making her a
whore.  And she hated God back, and hated herself for being too weak to
love Him.  But then the next day the heat in her loins would grow, all
through the school day, until she fidgeted in her seat, barely able to
contain it.  She'd feel her panties getting wet with her juices, feel her
nipples stiff and crinkled, chafing against her training bra.  She'd ache
with need until school was over, until she could get away, could
practically run to the park and find Mister Al or one of her regulars.  And
then with the rough bark of an oak digging into her back, the dripping
crotch of her panties pulled aside, with the first glorious touch of the
blunt crown of a penis nudging her labia open, all the turmoil, all the
sadness, all of it would be drowned under the hot lava of sex that filled
her body, filled her mind, washing away all thought and uncertainty,
leaving nothing but pleasure.  Until the next time.

   The slight droop of Karen's head, a little slump of her shoulders was
all that betrayed the terrible conflict that kept the young girl so
emotionally dependent on those few of us who knew her secret.  It was the
shame buried under her shamelessness that made her so alluring, the
constant struggle you could see, if your were attentive, played out on her
expressive face, the flicker of self-disgust or terror you could see
beneath the hard, smiling shell she presented to her customers.

   Renee, on the other hand, was as unselfconscious naked in the shower as
she was everywhere.  At ten she was still utterly comfortable in her body
even though it had lately begun to sprout mysterious curves.  When Renee
decided to do a job she did it, whether that was homework or hopscotch or a
new form at her dojo or helping her sister wash off the heavy crust of
dried cum from several hours of being ass- and mouth-fucked.  It was often
hard for me to tell what was going on behind those hazel eyes and
precocious poker face, but there was no question about her love for her big
sister.  Within the limits of what I had led her to understand about
Karen's runaway sexual appetites, she had become Karen's protector.  Well,
she thought of herself as Karen's protector, and certainly she was fierce
in her determination to keep her big sister physically safe, but she
facilitated Karen's compliance and participation in her own degradation and
abuse.  She made it possible for Karen - aged 12, top student, pious
Christian, soloist in her church youth choir - to be a child whore.  And as
the only family member that knew Karen's secret, she kept Karen from ever
telling, because Karen loved Renee as Renee loved Karen and neither wanted
the other to get in trouble.

   With her hair up in a sloppy knot, Renee was cleaning the last of the
body paint from Karen's back.  Water streamed off the two naked children as
Karen used a loofah and some jasmine-scented body wash to scrub at the
crust of dried semen on her face and neck.  Meanwhile, Renee squirted some
shampoo into her hands and began working it into Karen's heavy mane,
starting low where the ends reached to her big sister's bare ass.  As long
and thick as it was and as heavily clotted with male essence, it was going
to take awhile.  Karen took over once her face was clean.  Unpainted,
without makeup or protein decoration, she looked so innocent and younger
than her twelve years.

   I expected Renee to join me and my oh my god raging erection on the
toilet at that point, but instead I was shocked - and further aroused, to
see her start masturbating her big sister.  She began circling Karen's
exposed clitoris with three stiffened fingers.  She worked clinically,
efficiently, glancing back and forth between her busy hand and Karen's
face.

   Karen gasped and her hands faltered as they worked shampoo through her
cum-fouled hair.  She slumped back against the wall of the shower stall,
widening her stance and turning out her feet to give Renee better access.
Renee continued to push Karen's nub from side to side and around in
circles, being careful not to put too much pressure on her sliced and
bruised vulva.  Karen's perky breasts heaved with her ragged breathing. 
She began moaning quietly, barely audible above the pattering of falling
water on the tile.  Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back.  A flush
began to spread down her neck and across her upper chest.

   As Renee continued to dispassionately masturbate the older girl Karen's
legs began to tremble, just a little at first, then more violently as
tension seemed to spread all through her slender body.  Then she stiffened.
Her back arched and, "Oooooh JEEEEEZ!" she gritted out.  Renee's hand was
suddenly wet with girl cum, overflowing her small palm and running down the
shower drain.  Karen's knees gave way and she slid down the wall until she
was sitting on the tile with her legs straight out and spread in front of
her.  Renee looked down, her expression still neutral, as Karen heaved and
fought for breath.  Then, without any noticeable transition, the older girl
was sobbing.  Tears ran down her cheeks.  And yet she pushed her hands back
into her lathered hair and continued washing it.

   Renee turned her back on her sister and stepped out of the stall.  She
took a towel from the linen closet and began to dry off.  Seeing my look of
concern she said, "It's ok.  She likes a soft orgasm after she's been
whoring.  Then she cries.  It's ok," she repeated nonchalantly.  "When
you're done," she said over her shoulder to Karen, "put your makeup on and
then go whore for Paul and his friends." And with that she wrapped the
towel around her waist and walked out of the bathroom without another look
at Karen crying on the floor.  I looked from Renee's retreating back to
Karen's crumpled face.  No, she wasn't ok.  But if Renee treated this as
normal, I guessed I'd do the same.  I got up and followed her.

   In my bedroom only Renee's bare calves and feet were visible under the
bath sheet as she vigorously toweled at her hair.  She tossed the towel
onto the bed and threw herself after it.  She jumped on the mattress, her
hair flying and little puppyfat boobies bouncing until, laughing, she
tucked her legs up and dropped onto her butt, then rolled onto her back
with her legs up, knees bent, her enticing bald slit pointing right at me.
She raised her head and saw me looking.  "Look at my slutty pussy!" she
exclaimed, and broke out laughing.

   I raised my eyebrows.  "That's a new word."

   "Jerry used it.  I laughed because, you know, Karen had pussies all over
her.  And a pussy." Renee laughed again, then her expression got serious as
she rubbed two fingers up and down her slit.  She wiggled them, separating
her tight outer lips to expose the moist pink insides.  Her shoulder flexed
and she grimaced as she pushed two fingers into herself.  Her toes curled.
She straightened her wrist and pumped her fingers once, twice, three times,
wincing slightly at the deepest penetration.  Then she pulled out with an
audible slurp, wiped her hand on the bedspread, and reached over to the
night table for the large tube of lubricant.

   I watched, entranced, as Renee squirted a generous glob onto her smooth
cunny and worked it between her labia.  She rolled off the far side of the
bed where she'd dropped her bag and came to her feet with her new Feeldo in
her shiny fingers.  She crawled back onto the bed and, on elbows and knees,
reached back between her legs with the shiny black appliance.  "Gnnnn," she
said, or something like that, as she pushed the shorter end of it into
herself, wiggling her backside forward and back until it was firmly seated.
Then she hopped upright on her knees.  She grabbed the base of the
protruding shaft and waggled at it me.  "C'mon, get your clothes off!" she
ordered me.  "I'm going to put this in your butt!"

   "Ow.  Ow.  Ow." I was on my back, head towards the foot of the bed.  I
could look upside-down at the flatscreen I'd recently hung for bedtime
viewing.  It was playing one of the compilations of cowboy porn I'd put
together for Renee.  At the moment it showed two ripped, oiled-up dudes. 
One was wearing only a cowboy hat, the other only a pair of chaps, and they
were engaging in vigorous and noisy anal sex.

   As above, so below.  There were no chaps, and the cowboy-hat-wearer was
a ten-year-old girl with one end of a double-headed dildo deeply embedded
in her tight bald pussy, but other than that..."Ow," I said again as Renee
hammered my ass.  My butt was half in her lap so she could get a good angle
for penetration.  My legs were up over her thin shoulders and she had her
arms wrapped around my hairy thighs, pulling herself against me.  My penis,
still half-hard, flopped against my belly.

   Renee was watching the television, not me.  Her eyes were avid.  Sweat
shone on her cheeks and forehead.  Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips
as she thrust her whole abdomen forward.  Our bodies slapped together and
that hard plastic slid further into my rectum.  "Ow," I repeated.  It
didn't really hurt.  Well, it did, kinda, but it kind of didn't.  The way
anal does and doesn't when you're aroused.  And I was.  I was getting
pegged by a fourth-grader, one I had groomed and molested and finally
deflowered at her own insistence.

   "You fuck...ow...really good, Renee," I panted.  The child's lips
twitched up in a faint smile but she didn't take her eyes off the tv
screen. The cowboy hat I'd bought her was pink felt with white stitching
around the brim.  A white thong with a red bead snugged under her chin held
it on her head as she bounced on her heels to penetrate me.  I closed my
eyes to concentrate on the sensations.  It was like a long time ago, when I
was Renee's age.  When you're ten there's a lot more variation in other
guys' dick size, from younger than you to the "big boys".  I think the
oldest had been fifteen or sixteen which had seemed totally grown up to me
at the time.  And that had really hurt, until I got used to it.  Then it
was pretty great.  Like now.

   "I'm...ugh...fucking you with my...ooo...penis." Renee grunted as she
shoved herself into me.  In the dark behind my eyelids her childish voice
was even more erotic, the strain in it, the dirty words.  "My
penis...ugh...is up your butt." I gasped as I felt Renee's small hand close
around my own organ.  It surged to full hardness as she squeezed gently,
then harder, in rhythm with her thrusts.

   "Yeah...yeah...yeah..." I groaned.  "Jerk my cock, you little slut," I
growled.

   "Yeah, I'm a slutty...ugh...girl with a...ooo...slutty penis!" Renee
panted back at me.  She was pushing really hard now, hard enough that it
felt like her cock was almost inside mine as she bashed it against my
prostate.  "Ooo...ooo...oooOOOoooOOO!"

   My eyes flew open from an extra-hard push and I found myself looking
straight up at Karen's bruised and weeping vulva.  I hadn't heard her pad
naked from the bathroom.  Her inner labia were smeared with cream.  I
looked up, over her prominent mound, to see she had done her makeup, stark,
bright, and heavy.  Her lips were scarlet, her eyes heavily ringed, her
cheeks rouged and sharply lined.  I felt the heat of her cunt on my face.

   As I gasped in a deep breath, Renee reached her peak. 
"OOOoooOOOoooOOO!" she shrilled, jamming herself into my ass and squeezing
my thighs against her sweaty torso with one arm.  Her eyes squinched shut
and she trembled violently.  At the same time she squeezed my cock so hard
it hurt and I surprised myself by ejaculating without warning.  One shot
burned out of my erect tool and fired over my head to splat right onto
Karen's abdomen, followed by several weaker surges that dribbled from my
sternum down to my belly and over Renee's fingers.

   "Eeeuuww!" Karen exclaimed.  "I JUST got clean, darn you!"

   "Uhhhhhh..." I exhaled as tension ebbed from my body.  I locked eyes
with Renee who slumped back as her body relaxed.  We both broke out
laughing.  Karen looked crushed.  "We're not laughing at you, kitten," I
managed to gasp out.

   "I am!" Renee disagreed.  "Silly whore.  Just wipe it off, you have
customers waiting.  Go fuck them, I want to be alone with my lover." I was
shocked at Renee's cruelty.  She was normally so solicitous of her big
sister.  Karen's heavily made-up face crumpled and she slunk out of the
bedroom without a word.

   "That was mean," I said.  I pushed against Renee's thighs, moving myself
forward and sliding her appliance out of my rectum.

   "I know," Renee agreed, her tone neutral.  "But it makes her whore
better.  She'll go fuck like crazy now." She must have seen confusion in my
face because she continued, "You taught me that.  Sometimes she likes it
when people are mean.  Like she likes it when it hurts...aah!" She cried
out as I sat up, got my legs under me, and pushed her down on her back.  I
smothered the ten-year-old's mouth with mine, looking deeply into her eyes
as I stabbed my tongue into her mouth.  My hands roamed all over her
compact body, palming the fat nipples that covered the greater part of her
just-forming breasts.  Renee kissed me back, her tongue twirling around
mine.  She grunted, "umph, umph, umph," as I wrapped one hand around the
black shaft protruding from her cunny.  She broke eye contact, casting her
gaze downwards as I mimed jacking her, causing the back end of the Feeldo
to move slightly inside her.  Her slender hips rotated to meet it.

   Renee smelled wonderful, the exact mix of baby shampoo and sex that I
found so intoxicating.  Her cowboy hat was askew on the pillow, her dark
hair a thick, fragrant cloud all around our bodies.  I wished I could give
her a full tongue bath, starting at her pretty little toes and going all
the way up to her earlobes, stopping at those two lovely moles on her
jawline, before heading back south to tease at her sex - but she was only
ten and her attention span wouldn't hold for that kind of slow build like
an adult.  So instead I kissed my way down her chin and neck, tonguing the
valley between her breastlets where her cleavage would be one day.  I
fondled her titties with my left hand as my lips passed over the gentle
corrugations of her ribs.  Her belly hollowed with a sharp intake of breath
as I stuck my tongue into her bellybutton and she giggled as I lipped over
the top of her smooth mons.  Her cunny was glowing, flushed and warm.  Her
clit hood was firm between my lips as I sucked on it gently.  I still had
my right hand around her fake cock.  The shaft was slick with lube and my
ass juices.  I put that last bit out of my mind as it lay against my cheek.

   Renee gasped as I tongued her clit more energetically.  She tasted sweet
and salty and tangy and sweaty.  I bathed first one side of her vulva and
then the other with my tongue.  Her inner lips, barely more than a pink
ring, were stretched tight around the black plastic.  She jumped and
exclaimed as I pressed my teeth against the tender flesh and I was rewarded
with a flow of juice out of her stuffed hole, covering her perineum and
flowing down her ass crack.  "Oh, Renee," I sighed.  "I want to fuck you. I
want to fuck you so bad."

   "Yeah," Renee moaned.  She humped her mound up, pressing her little
vulva into my face.  "Fuck me!" her voice was high and breathy.  "Fuck my
slutty cunt with your penis.  Do it now!"

   "Happy to oblige," I thought to myself.  I pulled the dildo out of
Renee's juvenile cunt.  She grunted in discomfort - the lube had broken
down and her prepubescent body didn't make enough natural lubrication to
sustain penetration like that.  So after tossing the appliance aside, I
squeezed a glob of Astroglide onto my erection and spread it up and down
with one fist.  I couldn't take my eyes off Renee's supine form.

   I grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread her wide, lifting and bending
her almost double.  As I loomed over the child her feet were level with my
shoulders.  I fisted my cock up and down the length of her slit, sighing at
the heat.  Her vulva folded in on itself, resisting my pressure.  I had to
spread her open with her thumbs and then carefully socket my glans against
her tiny hole.  I pushed again.  This time she spread open, slowly
admitting the intruder.  Renee's hazel eyes went wide and her mouth opened
in a silent "O" as she was opened and penetrated by hot flesh instead of
cold plastic.  "Mngh," I grunted as the corona of my penis passed through
the tight elastic of her undeveloped inner labia and they sealed around me.

   "Yeeeeeah," Renee sighed as I pushed, hard, and slowly slid into her
child's cunt, filling her full.

   "Oh, Renee, I love your cunt," I breathed.  "You're so hot, and tight,
and you're a sexy little slut." I took particular pleasure in her new word.

   Renee exclaimed and her whole body twitched as I hit bottom, bouncing
gently off her cervix.  I looked down.  Slightly more than half of my cock
was inside.  Her hairless vulva bulged around the thickness of my shaft. 
Her clitoral hood was fully retracted and her button was a bright pink bead
riding the top of my organ.  Her cunt was so tight and hot like steaming
velvet.

   Renee made a wordless grunt with each thrust.  Her inner labia clung to
my shaft and stretched as I reared back, then the chubby outer lips swelled
as I pushed in.  Her legs were spread and straight, her feet wiggled next
to my shoulders.  "What a slutty girl," I said.  "Do you like getting
fucked in your slutty little pussy?"

   "Ooo, yeah, I do," Renee's eyes danced as we played the game I had
taught her.  "My slutty pussy likes having your grownup boner in it.  I
like fucking, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She clamped down with her Kegel
muscles in time to the obscene chant, making me groan with pleasure.  Sweat
ran down my sides and shone all over Renee's bare body.

   I experimented with varying my depth and speed - having just cum while
Renee was pegging me I was able to fully enjoy being engulfed by the
ten-year-old's juvenile channel without having to hold back my orgasm. 
Whole, whole, half.  Whole, whole, half.  Grind the coffee.  Whole, whole
half.  Renee's round face was serious, her expression concentrated.  Her
eyes were locked on mine.  She laid her hands on my sweaty chest, tugging
at the curly hairs.  Her grunts got louder and higher in pitch.  Sweat
dripped from my forehead and nose into the valley between her boobies. 
They jiggled with the motion as I pounded at her, now as hard as I'd ever
hit an adult woman. 
"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ahh...ahh...oh...oh...ooo...ooo...oooOOOoooOOO!  OOO! 
OOO!" The little girl threw her had back and squinched her eyes shot.  A
violent shiver swept through her barely-pubescent body.  Unbelievably, the
heat of her cunt was suddenly even greater as her inner passage shivered
along with the rest of her.  I felt hot liquid trickling along the bottom
of my shaft and running down my scrotum.  Her sturdy legs kicked without
coordination, pushing against my chest.

   I moved my arms, letting Renee's legs flop down to the bed and spread
wide around my hips.  I reached under, burrowing my hands through the thick
tangle of her brown hair and gripped her shoulders, pulling her against our
junction as I continued with short, gentle thrusts, letting her child
orgasm ebb.  She stretched her neck, eyes still closed.  Her mouth was open
as she gasped for breath.  The top of her head didn't even reach my chin.
As our bellies rubbed together I felt the first stirring of an approaching
orgasm, just a slight tickle behind my scrotum.  But as I started to grind
harder against her stuffed little pussy she wriggled back, whining in
discomfort.  "Nooooooo." She was too sensitive after her climax.

   I could've easily pinned Renee to the bed and fucked her with abandon,
taking my pleasure at the extent of hers, but that wasn't the kind of
relationship I had groomed her for.  It would have violated not only her
trust but the sexually assertive self-image I'd helped her build.  So
instead I raised myself up on my elbows and, looking down at her sweaty
bare body I rotated my pelvis gently as I pulled back.  Her cunny gripped
me as I withdrew, pulling the skin on the shaft.  The pressure on my
cockhead was delicious as it slid free.

   Renee made a soft noise in her throat as we disengaged.  I looked down.
Her bare cunt was swollen and flushed.  Her clitoris stood out, pushed a
little to one side and glistening with juice.  Her inner lips, tight and
elastic, were already closing around the deep red opening.  Her belly
raised and hollowed as she breathed deeply.  Her compact form was shiny
with sweat.  Several dark, curly chest hairs I'd shed were stuck to her
breasts and stomach.  As I sat back she took a deep breath, then scrubbed
at her nose with one hand.  She sneezed then rubbed her nose some more. 
Her eyes opened.  "Thanks, that was a really good orgasm."

   "I could tell," I replied.  "But I haven't had mine yet." I flexed my
abdomen so my hardon bounced up and down.  It was shiny with Renee's
prepubescent cunt juice.

   "Yah," Renee said without sympathy.  Well, she was naturally a little
selfish at her age.  "I gotta check on Karen," she said, starting to sit
up.

   "I'll go," I said.  "You watch your movie, see if you can find just a
little more sluttiness for me." Renee rolled her eyes but obeyed.  She sat
up and scooted back to lean against the pillows.  She had to lift her naked
ass off the tangled sheets to free her hair.  She put her cowboy hat back
on and straightened the brim.  As I pulled on a robe and left the room she
was already absorbed in the gay hardcore porn still playing silently on the
monitor.

   I followed the sounds of sex down to the game room: the slapping of
flesh on flesh, liquid slurping, and riding over it Karen's high, keening,
staccato yelps.  As I descended the stairs the first thing I saw was Paul's
big burly bandmate, his broad back and flabby ass, both covered with a
thick pelt of black hair.  He was kneeling on the braided rug.  I was
momentarily hypnotized by those massive butt cheeks clenching and relaxing.
Then I spied four small feet peeking around his bulk.  Two were up in the
air, toes pointing at the ceiling; the other two were on the ground with
toes digging into the rug.

   I stepped off the stairs and to the side.  The down pair were Karen's.
She was on her elbows and knees, getting plowed from behind.  She yelped as
each thrust bottomed out in her her juvenile vagina, not yet grown to full
adult depth.  Her back was deeply arched.  Billo had his fingers pressed
deep into her pale asscheeks.  His belly flopped over the child,
half-hiding her slender body.

   Karen yelped in time as her breasts were crushed against the nubbly rug,
but her voice was muffled at the top of each thrust as her face was buried
in Gin's sparse bush.  The redhead (natural, I could now confirm) had her
shirt pulled up, baring freckled breasts with pointy pink nipples.  Her
jeans were crumpled behind her head.  The gusset of her plain cotton
panties was pulled aside and my twelve-year-old child prostitute was
frantically lapping at her snatch.  Gin looked mortified but at the same
time awash in pleasure.  As I watched the latter won out.  Her toes curled
and she wound her fingers into Karen's tangled blond hair, pulling the
preteen's face hard into her.  Only Karen's blue eyes and the bridge of her
nose were visible over the curly red pubes adorning Gin's mons.

   Gin gasped once, explosively, and then shoved Karen's head back.  The
younger girl's face was shiny with wetness.  Karen licked her lips and
looked at Gin with a brittle, professional smile.  "Nice cunt," she said.
"Hot and tasty." But then she gasped, open-mouthed, and dropped her head as
Billo thrust into her.  "My babycunt," she whimpered, her face against the
rug.  "Fuck my babycunt."

   Paul had been watching from the couch.  He was stripped down to his
boxers.  I admired his fine slender muscled teen body as he pushed himself
off the couch and crawled over to Karen.  He reached between Gin's legs,
making the redhead blush furiously again, and grabbed a handful of Karen's
hair, yanking her head upright.  Karen found herself looking right at the
open fly of his boxers.  Without hesitation she strained her neck forward,
pushing her nose into Paul's pubes and inhaling deeply.  Paul fished out
his penis with his free hand and rocked his hips side to side so that it
slapped Karen's face on both cheeks.  "Do you want this?" he teased her.

   Karen looked up at Paul, her blue eyes liquid and abashed.  "Yes," she
gasped out as Billo continued to fuck her from behind.  Paul chuckled and
held himself just out of her reach.  "Yes, I want a cock.  I need it," she
begged.  "I'm a whore, a dirty whore, and I need a cock, oh please, oh,
God, oh, fuck my babycunt, fuck me, oh, oh, oh JEEEEZ!" Her toes scrabbled
at the carpet as Billo wrenched another orgasm from her.  The sound of
penetration became sloppy and wetter as hot cream gushed from Karen's
stuffed clam.  When the preteen caught her breath she raised her head
again. Her forehead was sweaty and the roots of her hair were damp.  "Oh,
please, I want a cock in my mouth."

   How much of this was Karen playing her role as a child hooker and how
much was her genuine sexual desperation I didn't know.  I thought it highly
likely she didn't know.  Early on, when I'd first forced her to sell
herself she'd learned to dissociate, to defend her self-image and probably
her sanity from the awful acts she was committing, and to escape the
pleasure she took from them.  Now the sixth-grader moved from innocent
little girl to wanton whore so easily I was unsure how separated the roles
still were in her mind, and how much she was playing a part versus simply
surrendering to her body's needs.

   Paul - who was after all her very first trick - had learned those needs
possibly better than Karen herself.  He knew how her shame fed her arousal.
"You want this?" he repeated, just brushing his teenage penis across her
lips, leaving a slimy trail of precum.  "You gotta eat Gin some more.
...Not there," he pulled her head up as she went to lick again at the
redhead's shiny pink slit.  He leaned over and whispered in Gin's ear.  Her
blush got even stronger, if that was possible, and she shook her head.  But
Paul insisted and once I politely averted my eyes she complied.  She lifted
her legs, putting her hands behind her knees and rolling up, exposing her
bottom to Karen.  "Eat her ass, whore!" Paul commanded.

   Karen's eyes filled with tears but a ragged moan escaped her throat. 
"Eat it!" Paul repeated.  "You know you like it." What Karen liked was
being humiliated this way.  Her body shuddered with another climax as she
extended her tongue.  As the tip touched Gin's wrinkled starfish the first
tear spilled down Karen's cheek.  Her eyes were fixed on Paul, her need for
his approval plain on her face as she leaned forward to dig at the older
girl's bottom hole.  Gin sighed and covered her face with her hands.  Her
sphincter pulsed and winked open.  And before long Karen was crying in
earnest as she sucked noisily at Gin's asshole.  Her mascara made trails
down her cheeks and her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth.

   The playroom was large and airy but it reeked of sex.  The slapping of
Billo's thighs against Karen's and the slurping sounds of her lips
suctioning Gin's anus was louder than the soft roar of the furnace.  That
was enough for me.  I realized I was gripping my cock through my thin
bathrobe.  Despite the undeniable allure, the perverse eroticism before me,
watching a sixth-grader take on a grown man and two teenagers, there was
something...unwholesome...about it.  Karen didn't interact with her sex
partners as people.  They weren't even customers as such - just dicks and
pussies and mouths, handy tools for her to slake her precocious lusts.  I
wondered if her traumatized state affected her relationships that didn't
involve sex, if her school friends noticed any change in her.  For the sake
of everyone - for values of "everyone" that included "me" - I had to hope
that she was so terrified of discovery that she forced herself to maintain
a facade of normalcy with them.  I shook off the thought as I headed back
upstairs to make love to my ten-year-old sex toy.

   My bedroom was lit only by the flickering glow of the television
flatscreen - Renee had turned off the overhead light.  She had also
apparently found the incense and matches in my nightstand.  Smoke curled up
towards the ceiling from the incense holder on my nightstand and the room
was taking on the scent of hippies.  The fourth-grader was sitting up in
bed, still naked, her bare body limned by the blue light of the tv.  She
was reclined with the plumped-up pillows behind her back, which pushed her
belly out a bit to emphasize its childish roundness and the soft curves of
her prominent mound.  Her thick brown hair fell in waves around her
shoulders and down to her butt.  She had straightened her cowboy hat and
pulled the brim down so that her eyes were shadowed to my view.  Her legs
were akimbo.  One knee was bent with her heel pressed against the back of
the opposite knee.  Her right hand was at her crotch, her middle finger
leisurely circling her erect clitoris, pushing the little bud from side to
side and up and down.  It glistened with moisture in the dim light.  In her
left hand she held a bottle of amyl nitrate, which I guess was why she'd
been rummaging in the nightstand.  She blocked one nostril with her thumb
and pushed the bottle into the other, inhaling deeply, then letting her
head loll back against the headboard.

   "Don't spill it," I warned from the door.

   "I won't!" Renee said peevishly.  Her voice slurred a bit as the drug
hit her.  "It was only the one time, I'm not a baby!" And I think she
rolled her eyes at me though I couldn't really tell in the dim light.  Wow,
adolescence comes earlier and earlier, I thought, maybe it gets a boost if
you've been squirting cum into them since they were nine.  She raised the
bottle back to her nose but her hand wavered and it took her two tries to
find her nostril.  She took another hit and almost did drop the bottle.  I
had to lunge forward onto the bed and wrapped my hand around hers at the
last second.  I gently took the bottle from limp fingers.  Renee looked
abashed but I didn't rub it in.  I was more interested in rubbing something
else in.  My lunge put my nose almost in her armpit.  The little girl's
scent was intoxicating.  Despite having showered less than an hour ago
there was a tang of body odor rising off her hot, sweaty skin.

   I glanced at the tv.  There was a full-blown (heh) cowboy orgy in
progress now, 5 or 6 oiled-up guys all joined in various ways.  As I
watched a cock emerged from a carefully-shaven (and I suspected, bleached)
asshole and squirted cum all over someone's lower back and cheeks.  Renee
sighed loudly at the sight and her hand moved a little faster over her bald
crotch.  Her nipples, large and dark on her plum-sized breasts, were stiff
and pointing at the ceiling.

   The sight of the little girl pleasuring herself was suddenly too much.
My penis, trapped between my body and the bedclothes, throbbed.  I jumped
up to my knees and threw off my robe.  Renee only had time to glance at the
oozing erection waving in her face before I grabbed her ears and shoved my
cock into her mouth.  She gagged as my cockhead swelled into the back of
her throat.  I pulled her head back a little.  No sense in spoiling the
mood with puke all over my bedspread.  "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." I muttered
as I facefucked the ten-year-old with fast, shallow strokes.  Renee made a
sound of protest around the hot flesh stuffing her mouth, but I didn't
relent.  I did turn loose of one of her ears to pick up the bottle of amyl
nitrate and shove it back under her nose.  Her hazel eyes went vague and a
little crossed as the fumes hit her lungs.  Instead of fighting me off
completely she leaned to one side so that she could see the tv around my
hips.  My cock took her at an angle and bulged out her cheek.  She seemed
perfectly happy to let me fuck her mouth as long as I didn't block her
view.

   Renee muttered something around the mouthful of pistoning cock.  "What?"
I said, pulling her head back so my organ popped free.

   Drool spilled over her bottom lip and ran down her chin.  "I said, don't
squirt in my moummmff..." I shoved myself back between her lips as soon as
I understood.

   "Then...uh...I want that...uh...cunt," I said as I kept thrusting.  I
loved talking dirty to Renee, knowing that she was only ten, knowing that
I'd been molesting her since she was barely nine.  "I...uh...want
that...uh...slutty cunt.  You ready...uh...to give it up?  Slut?"

   In response, Renee grabbed my nutsack and tugged.  Not hard enough to
really hurt, but hard enough to get her mouth free.  "Fuck yes!" she
exclaimed and broke into giggles, which kind of spoiled the mood of the
dominance game I was playing.  "Fuck!" she repeated, laughing at the
naughty word.  She took another hit of the amyl nitrate.  "I've been..."
she paused, kind of losing the thread as dizziness took her.  "...I've been
waiting for your dick!"

   It was clear Renee was parroting lines she had heard in the porn I'd
been letting her watch.  The attempted sultriness in her little girl's
voice was at once risible and tremendously arousing.  Even though she
definitely enjoyed sex and even had her quick juvenile climaxes, she didn't
really have the level of sexual desire like the adults she was mimicking.
Sex play was just another kind of play for her, and talking like this was
one of the rules of the game as she had learned it.  She slurped back on my
cockhead as precum dribbled out, then leaned forward, play-snapping at it
as I pulled back and slid down.  I nudged her legs apart and loomed over
the child, getting ready to penetrate her shiny quim.  Through this all
she'd continued her slow masturbation.

   "Wait!" Renee objected.  "You make a better door than a window!  I wanna
watch my show."

   "Yeah?  Well, let me teach you how to do a reverse cowgirl."

   "Oh, fuck!" Renee groaned as she felt my penis nudge her labia open. 
She was on her knees over me, her sturdy thighs spread wide.  She was
facing the tv so my view was of her thick hair cascading down her back. 
With one hand she held the bottle up to her nose and with the other she
held my erection straight up and pointed at her hairless cunt.  I had a
hand around each thigh - nearly completely encircling her limbs - helping
her keep her balance.  A little pressure spread her wider to sink down on
my erection.  I pushed up to help and was rewarded with wet, silky heat as
I started to slide into the ten-year-old.  "Ooooo," she sighed as I slowly
filled her tight channel.  She rotated her hips slightly, producing an
amazing twisting grip on me.  I was breathless as her stretched inner labia
sealed around my corona and slid further down.  "Ooooo...fuck!" she
exclaimed again as I butted against her immature cervix.  The ten-year-old
was stuffed full.  "Yee-hah!" she exclaimed, laughing, as she waved her
free hand for balance.  "I'm a cowgirl!  I'm a slutty cowgirl with a big
penis in my slutty pussy!"

   "Ride 'em, cowgirl!" I managed to gasp out and to my delight Renee did
just that.  Using just her toned thigh muscles she rose up.  I felt the
muscles go firm in my grip, and then soften as she let herself drop.

   She moaned "Ooooo," as she rose and then "FUCK!" explosively as my hot
flesh pushed against the entrance to her womb.  "Ooooo...FUCK! 
Ooooo...FUCK!"

   "You got a slutty, dirty mouth, you slutty girl!" I panted.  "Where'd
you get all those dirty words from?" I demanded.  "Wait, I bet I know." I
took my right hand off of Renee's naked thigh and rubbed my first two
fingers around our obscene junction, picking up a coating of hot lube and
her baby sex juices.  Then I pushed them into her ass crack, burrowing
between her taut, pale cheeks until I found her anus.  I pressed my middle
finger in, twisting and massaging, until the muscle ring relaxed just
enough for me to enter the child with my fingertip.

   "AAAAA!" Renee yelped in surprise.  "What are you doing?"

   "Looking for your dirty words, slut!" I laughed.  I twisted my wrist
until her sphincter reluctantly dilated and I was able to work my second
finger into the child.  Then I pushed, hard, until both fingers were deeply
embedded.  I began curling and straightening them, trying even to scissor
them apart.

   The unexpected double penetration drove the little girl into a
Rush-fueled frenzy.  She began bouncing and twisting on my penis.  Whether
she was trying to get away from the anal penetration or take it deeper I
couldn't say but I could feel my fingers against my cock and my cock
against my fingers and her ass was burning hot and her cunt spasmed and
twisted around me and "Ooooo, ooooo, oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOOOO!" she suddenly
reached another orgasm and her legs went weak and I had to push hard with
my fingers, basically holding her up by her asshole, to keep my penis from
going straight up until it came out her mouth, it felt like, and then I was
cumming too.

   "Arrrrrgh!" I groaned as hot semen rose up my shaft.  I held it back as
long as I could, until the pleasure was painful and I couldn't resist any
further and a long shot burned through the constriction of Renee's
ten-year-old vagina and splashed against her spasming cervix.  It was
followed by another, and another, and oh God another.  Hot foam began to
squelch out from our sinful junction, dribbling down my shaft into the dark
nest of my pubes.  Her sphincter was jammed tight against the base of my
fingers and I had to quick use my other hand to support the child's upper
back as she lost balance and fell back.  I held there, straining, as the
last of my orgasm washed over me.  Then, as the tension drained away I
struggled up to a half-sitting position just long enough to lower Renee's
body against mine and then lay back, the child still impaled atop me, her
legs bent at the knees with her toes pointing at my armpits.  I withdrew my
fingers from her rectum.  Her cowboy hat had fallen off but was still held
around her neck and as she lay back it got crushed against my upper chest.
I reached around and diddled her clitty, tracing around her elastic inner
lips.

   "Woooo," Renee breathed out.  She was gasping for breath and her body
was soaked with sweat.  She shivered as I played with her clitoris.  "That
was fun.  I like being slutty with you.  But now I'm sleepy."

   Her long lashes were already drifting closed.  "OK, but we need to talk
about helping your sister with Lilah's dad.  I have an idea..." but I was
interrupted by a soft snore from my fourth-grade lover.  I sighed.  I
removed her hat and took the bottle of amyl nitrate from her relaxing
fingers, capping it on-handed and dropping it in the nightstand drawer.  I
smoothed damp hair away from her forehead and then passed a few delightful
minutes caressing her firm little boobies and feeling her sweat-slick body
all over.  Her tangy scent mixed with the light odor of her vaginal
secretions and the thicker smell of semen.  My penis softened and the
pressure of her undersize channel squeezed it out with a soft, wet sound. I
kissed the top of her head and, before I knew, sleep took me as well.