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   Jenny's Couch Book IV: A House In Gross Disorder, part 11 (Fg, Mgg, tg,
ped, oral, anal, cum, prost, exhib, s/m, tort, drugs, rom) by Rufus Fugit

   "Do I look okay?" Karen asked me for probably the fifth time.

   "You look beautiful," I responded automatically.

   "You didn't even look at me!" she countered.

   "Honey, I'm driving.  And you asked me three times before we left the
hotel, and what did I say?"

   "You said she looked beautiful," Renee piped up from the other side.  We
were sitting three-abreast on my truck's bench seat as I navigated us
through heavy traffic to get across the highway and into the Daubersteins'
neighborhood.  "And I think you look really pretty, too, Karen," Renee
continued.

   The twelve-year-old did look beautiful.  She had taken far more care
with her makeup than a regular Saturday.  Then, she tended to just slap on
her face.  None of her tricks were cosmeticians, and before long it was
smeared and cum-spattered in any case.  It was just part of her costume,
along with the tight tube tops and the obscenely short skirts.  Or maybe by
now, after over a year of prostitution, after gangbangs, after having
literally thousands of adult dicks in her mouth, her asshole, and her
never-satisfied preteen cunt, maybe now the costume was the khaki pants and
polo shirt she wore to school.  Maybe being a preteen hooker had become
more real to her than all the parts of her life that she shared with any
normal sixth-grader.

   Karen had used a dark, glittery blend of eyeshadow, she'd severely edged
her eyebrows like was the fashion these days, and she'd used several shades
of rouge to create dramatic cheekbones where the reality was cheeks still
rounded with the vestiges of her baby fat.  Her lips were a dark, dark
crimson, almost chocolate, drawn to emphasize her deep Cupid's bow.  Her
waist-length blonde hair was braided and tucked up into a chignon she had
carefully crafted following the instructions from some teen magazine.  Of
course her clothing was nothing you'd find in any teen magazine, no matter
how daring their fashion editor.  She was wearing a spandex crop-top that
left one shoulder completely bare.  It clung to her small, perky breasts
and outlined her swollen nipples.  They rode atop her delightful little
titties like Hershey's kisses on orange halves.

   Her torso was bare from her sternum down to the swell of her public
mound.  The sweep of pale, smooth skin was interrupted by a pair of
cut-down denim shorts.  The belt line had been removed entirely.  This
exposed the knobs of her hipbones and left only the zipper to hold them up.
They had been hemmed and cuffed so high that half of her asscheeks were
exposed, and only the single thin seam ran underneath.  The denim was
wedged into her crack like a thong and her vulva bulged out to either side.
When she stood, the crinkled darker skin of her asshole was clearly
visible.

   As I drove Karen ran the ring finger of her left hand up and down her
slit.  She wasn't masturbating, not intentionally.  It was just nervous
fidgeting.  Still, her smooth, nearly-hairless vulva glistened with
moisture and the aroma of aroused preteen was filling the cab.  "You don't
have anything to worry about, sweetie," I said, draping an arm
companionably over her bare shoulder.  "Moira asked you to come over,
right? Would she do that if she didn't like you?"

   "Sure she would," Renee cut in unhelpfully.  "She does mean stuff all
the time.  Remember Karen, when we first met her, she hit you for no
reason? And she put that burning cream all over your babycunt?  And made
you wear a dog collar and go naked in front of everyone?  And..."

   I let go of Karen's shoulder long enough to reach over and give Renee a
gentle dope-slap.  "That's not helpful, young lady." The ten year old
glared at me and rubbed the back of her head.  "Anyway, Moira's not like
that any more."

   "Not since I fucked her!" Renee giggled.  The fourth-grader was feeling
especially saucy today.

   "It has more to do with what you put in her mouth, honey, that what you
shoved up her cunt," I replied, referring to the massive handful of
psychotropics Renee had dosed her drink with.  It had surely sent Moira on
a trip with the end result that, one, she was now hallucinating complete
conversations with her dead father, the father who first raped her at age
seven and turned her out at nine or ten, and whose murder she had procured
when she was not much older than Karen was now.  And two, which was my
original point, she was no longer a ticking bomb of volatile,
barely-repressed rage and cruelty.  She had become quiet, almost
submissive. I'd describe her as "pensive" if I had any idea what was
actually going on behind those green eyes.  Sometimes she seemed like she
was entirely running on autopilot.  Maybe her daddy really was driving.

   The one thing that hadn't changed was the perverse attraction she had
for Karen's preteen body, but now expressed with what normal people would
identify as affection and sexual desire - no more beatings, no more burning
with cigarettes, no more physical or emotional torture of any kind, just
normal, loving child molestation.

   The only emotional torture now was what Karen was inflicting on herself,
being a normal twelve-year-old in that respect, insecure and inexperienced.
Sure, she'd been sexually active for over a year and sure, she typically
fucked - for pay - anywhere from eight to fifteen adult men on a typical
Saturday, but this was her first real crush.

   Despite the emotional and physical abuse Karen had suffered, she'd
imprinted on Moira like a duckling.  I'd introduced them when Karen was
completely overwhelmed by her body's precocious sexual desires.  Starting
with a month of daily rapes assisted by her own little sister, followed by
a Halloween where she first was coerced into prostituting herself to earn a
costume consisting of nothing but body paint, then spending an evening
trick-or-treating naked and terrified of being discovered, culminating with
an hour long gangbang, penetrated over and over again in her mouth and her
nearly-virginal pussy by two dozen anonymous teenagers, the poor child was
near the point of a total mental breakdown.  Her violated body demanded
sex, but her entire life training up to then told her that her needs were
shameful.  She was wracked by guilt and dared not share her terrible secret
with any of the other adults in her life, especially not her Mommy or
Daddy, for fear they would turn away in disgust, disown her, toss her naked
into the streets.  I reinforced that every time I casually referred to her
as a dirty little whore, every time I mentioned that no normal person would
be so desperately horny all the time.

   But then she'd met Moira who not only accepted her as a whore without
blinking, but had no compunction in telling Karen that she herself was a
whore, too.  And she was happy to teach Karen how to troll for tricks.  It
made Karen complicit in her own corruption and made her hate herself even
more, but at the same time gave her the ability to actively satiate her own
precocious lusts and freed her from relying on me to either fuck her myself
or set her up with others.  Even though every single sex act she sought out
further shattered her self-worth, being able to act autonomously to soothe
the burning need in her immature cunt, however temporarily, kept her from
breaking down entirely.  She owed Moira her life and that became a love for
the young woman as powerful as the hate she had for herself.

   Karen swallowed audibly as I parked the truck at the curb opposite the
Daubersteins' townhouse.  "Stop worrying," I said, "Everything will be
fine. And if you can manage it, keep your fingers out of your babycunt
between here and the front door." Karen snatched her hand away from her
crotch and hastily wiped her slimed fingers on the upholstery, blushing
bright pink from the roots of her hair to the tips of her ears.  She slid
out of the truck after Renee, vainly tugging at the cuffs of her shorts. 
I'd seen French bikini panties that showed less thigh.

   Renee skipped ahead of her.  Today she was wearing her standard
playclothes: shortie overalls, a tshirt, and hiking boots.  Her mom, Jenny,
had said to me ruefully that the Carhartts were ridiculously expensive
given that she'd grow out of them in six months, but on the other hand it
sure made her easy to shop for, not like her sister the fashion plate. 
Karen could take an hour going through every polo shirt in the store to
find the one whose collar fell just right, Jenny told me.  Having taken
Karen on a couple of slutwear expeditions to some trendy secondhand stores,
I knew just what she meant.
I rang the doorbell.  As we waited, I noticed Renee tugging at one leg
of her overall shorts, adjusting a bulge that ran down the inside of her
thigh almost to her knee.  I caught her eye.  The ten-year-old's poker face

was impeccable.  I was still smiling when the bolt turned.

   Moira opened the door.  She looked like she'd just gotten out of the
shower - no, like she'd just finished making herself up to look like she'd
just gotten out of the shower.  She was wearing an oversized white
terrycloth robe belted tightly around her voluptuous body.  Her feet were
bare and her toenails gleamed with fresh polish in a pale, glossy lime
green.  The sleeves of the robe were rolled up oh-so-carefully carelessly
to her elbows.  The ends of her curly brown hair were damp but the curls
artfully framed her face.  Her makeup was subtle but flawless, giving her
green eyes depth and sparkle that I hadn't seen in them for a long time. 
She looked from me, to Renee, and then straight at Karen, standing
anxiously between us.  "Hello, kitten," she said, her voice throaty and
soft.  "Aren't you just the cutest little whore?" Karen blushed, this time
from pleasure, as Moira greeted her the same way she had when they first
met.

   "C'mon in," Moira said, and left us to follow her into the living room.
As I closed the front door I heard a soft, rhythmic thumping, and drifting
down the stairwell was a high-pitched, broken keening I had heard before.
"Rubin didn't go to services.  He gave me the morning off so he could have
some quality time with Lilah," Moira said over her shoulder, without a hint
of irony.

   Karen took two hesitant steps in the room and stopped.  Oblivious, Renee
clumped past her and plopped down in her customary spot, on some throw
pillows in the corner.  She took a dog-eared paperback from the bib pocket
of her overalls and began to read.  Moira had to step forward and take
Karen's hands in hers.  She waited until, reluctantly, timidly, Karen
looked up to meet her eyes.  "It's okay, kitten," Moira said softly.  "Come
sit with me." She led Karen to the couch.  Karen sat on the edge of the
cushion, knees together, hands folded.  Moira sat sideways next to her,
with one leg curled under her and one one arm along the back of the couch.
She trailed her fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Karen's neck.
The room was cool, but that's not why Karen shivered.  The sixth-grader's
nipples pushed against her tight, scanty top.  Goosebumps pebbled the pale
skin of her bared shoulder, her midriff, her inner thighs.  "Look at me,
kitten, it's okay," Moira repeated.  Bashfully, Karen met Moira's eyes
again.  Her own were full of longing and fear.

   "Daddy said..." Moira began carefully.  Her Alabama accent thickened as
she spoke.  "He said I could have a girlfrien'.  Do you want t'be my
girlfriend, kitten?" Karen's whole face lit up, but all she could manage
was a nod.  Moira untied her robe and pulled it open.  She was naked
beneath.  Her vulva was freshly shaven.  The tattooed hearts and vines on
her outer labia glowed in the sunlight.  "Then eat my pussy," she said, not
demanding, just stating as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

   Karen groaned, deep in her throat.  She slid forward off the couch.  Her
knees thumped on the hardwood floor.  She bent forward and with a long,
sighing moan of satisfaction, pushed her face between Moira's thighs.

   Moira pivoted on the couch and spread her legs wide, stroking her bare
soles along Karen's sides.  The sixth-grader moaned again, then canted her
head and went to work sucking Moira's quim.  Her tongue fluttered across
Moira's tattoos, then dug between them, gathering the young woman's first
dew and rolling the taste around her mouth.  Her eyes drifted closed.  She
slid her hands across Moira's pelvis, up over her belly to cup her generous
breasts.  She tugged on the large brown nipples in turn, making Moira
wriggle in her seat and sigh.  "Yeah, that's it kitten, suck my cunt,"
Moira murmured.  She laid one hand on Karen's cheek, the other on top of
her head, and gently began to direct the sixth-grader's tentative
cunnilingus.

   The room filled with the sounds of Karen slurping at Moira's flower, and
Moira's soft gasps and exclamations of pleasure.  Moira raised her chin and
locked eyes with me, then her eyelids fluttered and she laid her head back
on the couch.  Her muscular thighs squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and
relaxed around Karen's head.  I realized that I was half-erect, more than
half, and gripping myself through the denim of my jeans.  I thought about
dropping to my knees, pulling the seam of Karen's shorts aside, and taking
her from behind.  Moira and I had shared the sixth-grader before and
enjoyed the hell out of plundering her preteen body together.  But just now
it seemed wrong, somehow.  I looked down at Renee.  She was absorbed in her
book, cocooned in the throw pillows, her face hidden by two wings of thick
brown hair.  Even though she was absently squeezing her penis through her
overall shorts as she read, it was clear she wasn't in the mood for sex.  I
sighed.

   Moira put her fingers under Karen's chin and levered her face up to look
at her.  With gentle touches she urged the twelve-year-old off her knees
and up to press her slender body full-length against Moira's.  She slid her
fingers into the waist of Karen's skimpy shorts.  Karen shimmied, and the
tiny denim garment fell down to her knees.  At the same time, Moira was
lifting the elastic tube up and off, leaving Karen fully naked.  The two
embraced.  Moira licked her juices from Karen's face and then the two
kissed, their tongues twirling around each other.  Moira slid one hand down
Karen's pale back.  She squeezed the child's buttocks, then her fingers
slid between them.  Karen gasped as Moira tickled her anus, then slid lower
down.  "Oh, jeez..." Karen whispered as Moira's middle finger teased at the
very bottom of her vaginal opening.  "Oh, jeez," she repeated, then Moira
guided their lips together again.  Karen began to slide her slim frame up
and down against Moira's more developed figure.  Their breasts moved
together.  Moira wrapped her thighs around Karen's hips.  "Yessss, kitten,"
she whispered in Karen's ear, then nibbled at the lobe, drawing a moan from
the young girl.

   I couldn't help myself from butting in, at least a little.  I nudged
Renee with my foot.  "Can you smell your sister's cunt?" I said, loud
enough for Karen to hear.  "I can sure smell it." And it was true, Karen's
thighs were slick with her juices and her scent was filling the room, thick
and pungent.  Karen moaned into Moira's mouth and her cheeks flamed pink
with humiliation.

   Renee looked from her big sister to me, her hazel eyes dancing.  "Yeah,
I can always tell when Karen's getting whory.  At recess I can tell when
she's been masturbating.  I can smell her babycunt on her fingers.  Imagine
being such a giant whore that you have to masturbate at school!" Renee
finished, shrugging her shoulders at the giant whoreness of the idea.

   Karen was whimpering now and tears spilled down her cheeks as she was
overwhelmed with shame and need.  Moira broke their kiss and cupped Karen's
face in her hands.  "Don't cry, kitten," she said softly.  "I love the
smell of your hot little babycunt." Karen shifted, pressing herself
awkwardly against Moira.  She rotated her hips but in her position,
half-kneeling over Moira on the couch, she couldn't get the contact she
wanted.  "What is it, kitten?" Moira asked.  "What do you want?" Karen
muttered something I couldn't catch.  "It's ok, kitten," Moira urged.  "Use
your words.  You can ask for what you want."

   Karen's blush was brighter than ever.  "Your fingers," she managed to
say.  "Your fingers in my...babycunt.  Please," she said, her voice
breaking with emotion.  "Please put your fingers in my babycunt!"

   Moira's smile widened.  She guided Karen to sit next to her on the
couch, then pushed the naked twelve-year-old until she was lying down. 
Moira took Karen's foot and placed it on the back of the couch.  The child
was now spread open before her.  Thick white cream dribbled from between
Karen's flushed labia, staining the upholstery.  Karen's clitoris was
flushed even brighter than her face, twisted around so the tip pointed down
and to the side.  As Karen groped at her own straining nipples, Moira used
two fingers to spread the child's sex honey all over her crotch until her
mons, her upper thighs, her vulva all shone in the overhead light.  She put
her fingers in her mouth and noisily sucked them clean.  "Mmmmmm," she
said. "I sure do love the taste of your cunt, kitten,"

   "Oh, god," Karen whimpered, covering her face with her hands. 
"Hiiiiiii!" she gasped, throwing her head back and clenching her fists as
Moira smoothly penetrated her with the same two fingers.  "Oh god, oh
jeez," she cried as Moira began to pump and at the same time flicked at
Karen's oversize clit with her thumb.  "Oh god, oh jeez, oh my babycunt,
Moira, oh jeez, fuck my babycunt, fuck my babycunt." Karen's legs began to
tremble.  One heel thumped against the back of the couch, the other slid on
the hardwood floor.  Her body tensed.  Ripples flowed through her abdomen.
"Oh jeez, oh Moira, oh fuck my babycunt, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK
MEEEEAAAAAAIIIIEEE!!" Karen's voice rose to a shriek as her climax broke
over her.  She thrust her pelvis into the air.  Ejaculate fountained from
her slit.  It splashed Moira between her naked breasts and squirted up her
forearm, soaking the terrycloth sleeve.  "AAIEE!  OHHHH!  AAIEERGH!" Karen
cried as her body convulsed.  "More!  Oh god, more, fuck my babycunt more!"
she begged as Moira did her best to keep her fingers shoved deep into
Karen's contracting tunnel.

   "Oh, fuck my babycunt," Renee mimicked her sister in falsetto.  She
couldn't have been less interested.  The ten-year-old liked sex play just
fine, but there was nothing arousing to her in watching her sister have yet
another orgasm.

   Moira ignored us.  She bent forward and twisted her legs back so that
she could lie down, pressing herself against Karen.  Their naked bodies
slid together with Karen's cunt honey as lubricant.  Moira planted a series
of kisses on Karen's face, laughing softly.  "You're a messy little kitten,
you done spilt all your cream." Karen made a soft noise deep in her throat
and returned Moira's kisses with growing ardor.

   Motion caught at the corner of my eye.  I tore my gaze away from the
lesbian sex show in front of me.  It was Lilah, coming slowly down the
stairs.  The seven-year-old's head barely cleared the bannister that she
clung to for support.  Her fine white-blond hair was a rat's nest.  She was
completely naked.  Her pale skin was mottled with bruises around her upper
arms and thighs.  There were shiny, sticky wet patches here and there on
her skinny body and others of dried, flaky white.  She limped painfully
down as far as the landing, but she got her feet tangled negotiating the
turn.  Her legs went out from under her and her butt hit the wood floor
hard.  She slid down the remaining three steps.  Her tiny, bald cunt was
overflowing and she left a snail-track of semen behind her.  She landed
with a thump on the floor and sat splay-legged.  Her blue eyes, magnified
behind her eyeglasses, were wide and glassy.  She was sweating profusely
despite the cool air conditioning.  Her unfocused gaze darted around the
room, landing on nothing.  With a groan, the little girl got painfully to
her feet and stood swaying on her thin legs.  Her body was straight, her
ribcage starkly defined.  It expanded and deflated rapidly as she gulped in
air.  She was so skinny I could see her heart fluttering in her chest.  Her
belly was rounded and stuck out - she still retained a little toddler
swayback.  Beneath the curve of her abdomen her vulva protruded.  Her outer
labia were swollen to the point she probably couldn't close her legs
completely, dark with bruises and dotted with a heavy rash.  The swelling
hid her baby clitoris entirely at the peak of her slit.  But beneath that
her cunt gaped open obscenely.  Runny jizz continued to drool from it and
pool on the hardwood between her feet.

   "I've got a bad cunt," Lilah declared to the room in general.  Her voice
was pitched deeper than you'd expect for such a tiny child, but the
inappropriate language from a second-grader brought a further surge to my
loins.  "Daddy thaid," she continued.  "Bad cunt!" she repeated.  Then she
threw up her arms and ducked down, collapsing into a little ball and waving
her hands wildly as if fending off some invisible flying menace.

   "Moira?" I asked, without taking my eyes off her cowering charge.

   From behind me there was a slurp and a smacking sound of Moira licking
her lips.  "Yeah, I gave her extra since Rubin stayed home.  She started
hallucinating pretty heavy." Moira had begun drugging Lilah months ago as a
way of keeping her compliant during repeated rapes and sexual abuse.  But
we'd never even tried to explain to the seven-year-old that we were feeding
her mind-altering chemicals.  In fact, we'd deliberately lied to her,
telling her that the strange sensations were just her being "whory", her
body demanding sex because that's what a whore needed all the time.  After
months of escalating dosages I couldn't imagine what kind of wreckage
littered the child's mental landscape.  I knew that Moira had resorted to
some fairly intense, if informal and improvised, conditioning to keep her
from totally losing it during the school week - during which she was kept
largely unaltered except for a little cannabis in the afternoons, after
homework.

   Lilah scuttled naked across the floor, marking a wavering path towards
the recliner at the far end of the room.  She ducked behind it, then
appeared again, clambering up over the back.  Her weight dragged it back
and popped up the footrest just as she tumbled down onto the seat.  She lay
back and spread her legs, bending her knobby knees and pointing her toes.
Her bruised clam split wide open, revealing a dark crimson slash and the
line of her clit hood, with the little bud just peeking out from the end of
it.  She was now holding a black leather belt in one hand that she must
have retrieved from behind the chair.  "Bad cunt!" she exclaimed, and
brought the belt down overhand.  SMACK!  the leather slapped against her
spread cunny and came away covered with white goo.  Lilah yelped and her
tiny body jerked.  But she raised her arm again.

   Lilah whipped her own vulva as hard and as fast as her drug-soaked body
could manage - which was not that hard, and not that fast.  Still she
managed to land the occasional good strike.  You could tell because when
she did she'd twitch and flop around in the chair.  She was mumbling "Bad
cunt!  Bad cunt!" over and over in a strained, wavering voice.

   I felt hot breath at my elbow.  I looked down.  Renee had stood to watch
Lilah's crazed act of self-abuse.  Her book lay forgotten in the nest of
pillows.  Her hazel eyes, normally so unreadable, were avid as she watched
the younger girl whip herself.  There was a film of sweat popping out on
her cheeks, and her breath was harsh in her throat.  She was no longer
squeezing her strapon penis absently, but was gripping it with both hands
through the heavy fabric of her overalls.

   I nudged the ten-year-old with my elbow.  "D'you like that?" I asked.  I
had to repeat myself; Renee was positively entranced.

   "Uh-huh," she whispered, never taking her eyes from Lilah's battered
form.

   "Your sister needs some private time." I nodded to the couch where Karen
and Moira were now fingerbanging each other.  Karen was shivering and
moaning and looked ready to further soak the couch cushion in another
minute or two.  "Let's take Lilah upstairs and have some fun," I suggested.
I took the belt from Lilah's nerveless hand and wrapped it loosely around
her neck.  Then we each grabbed one skinny bicep and half-walked,
half-dragged the naked seven-year-old back up the stairs.  Her bare feet
skidded on the cum that had dribbled from her snatch on the way down.

   "You just want me to put your dick in my mouth," Renee said accusingly.
Said dick was currently staring the fourth-grader in the face.  We were in
Lilah's bedroom.  After checking to make sure Rubin was soundly passed out,
I had dumped Lilah in a heap on the floor and quickly shed my clothes in a
heap next to her.  Now I was lying on her bed, my naked butt planted on her
Disney Princess bedspread.  I was propped up on my elbows.  Renee stood
between my spread legs with her hand wrapped around the base of my aching
erection.  Her palm was pressed against my testicles.  She gave them a
little squeeze to emphasize her point.

   "Of course I do," I responded, smiling at her.  "I love you.  And I love
looking at you while you're sucking my dick.  You look so pretty with a
dick in your mouth." All of which was absolutely true.  And it's not like
Renee didn't actually like sucking cock.  She'd been doing it since she was
nine, and not just mine: she was getting extremely popular among a certain
cohort of middle- and high-school boys.  She just liked giving me a hard
time.

   "Oooo-kay," she said, playing reluctant, and bent her head.

   "Wait," I said.  "Take your shirt off first?"

   She looked up at me quizzically.  "Why?"

   "Cause I like you that way.  Please?  Here, let me." I reached down and
quickly unhooked the shoulder straps of her overalls.  The bib dropped,
revealing her tie-dyed tshirt.  Renee paused for a moment, then shrugged.
She pulled one arm in through the sleeve and then lifted the tshirt up and
off, mussing her hair.  She dropped the shirt on top of the pile of my
clothes.

   "The bra too?"

   This time she sighed, pantomiming an exaggerated exasperation.  She
crossed her arms and hooked her fingers under the elastic of her
sports/training bra and pulled it off in a single motion.  Dangling the bra
from one hand she spread her arms in a "ta-daa!" motion, inhaling and
pushing out her meager development.  Her little boobs were clearly
pubescent now, if just barely, and not baby fat.  Each the size of a plum
or maybe a biscuit, they rode high on her chest, on a torso that was
otherwise still the straight lines of childhood.  Her nipples were large,
indeed they almost covered the small swellings.  They jiggled slightly with
her motion.

   I felt a hitch in my breath.  I never got tired of seeing Renee naked.
These last few months were wonderfully sexy to watch her beginning her
transition from child to woman.  I felt so privileged to be able to
jumpstart that development in the area of her activities.  Renee watched my
erection twitch and bounce off my belly with a knowing smirk.  I sat up and
rested my fingertips on her shoulders, tracing her clavicle before gently
passing the pad of each finger over her nipples.  Maybe I smirked myself a
little at the way her areolae swelled and crinkled.  A wave of gooseflesh
passed down her sides and she gave a quick involuntary shiver.

   I picked up the bib of her overalls and rebuttoned it to the straps so
that Renee was now covered, but shirtless.  Again she looked up me
questioningly.  "I thought you wanted to see me?"

   I smiled.  "This way, I can _almost_ see you.  That's better."

   "You're weird."

   I slumped back on my elbows.  "So, suck my weird cock, slutty girl."
God, I loved talking dirty to the child.

   Renee's thick, wavy brown hair fell forward, hiding her face and
tickling my thighs.  I felt her warm breath on my shaft.  Then her tongue
snaked out and I couldn't help but groan at the delicious first contact. 
She lapped gently at the shaft.  My abdomen cramped with desire and
anticipation as she pursed her lips and planted a light kiss right on the
tip.  She paused to push her hair back over her shoulders.  Then, locking
eyes with me, she parted her lips and I groaned again as my cockhead was
engulfed in the moist heat of her mouth.

   "Oh my godddddd," I whispered as Renee slurped downward.  Her lips made
a tight seal as they slid slowly down to take in two or three inches of my
shaft and then rose back up.  Her eyes danced with mischief at my reaction
and she smiled around her mouthful of cock.  Then, following my
instructions she proceeded to give me a very wet blowjob, slobbering even
more than usual as her mouth went up and down my shaft.  Drool ran down
over her hand as she jacked ever so slightly at the base, continuing to
press her small palm gently against my nutsack.  Muscles slid under the
skin of her bare shoulders, and as her head bobbed up and down the view of
her round, childish face stuffed full of adult penis was augmented by
tantalizing glimpses of her bare breasts behind her overall bib.

   Like everything else she did, Renee performed fellatio with all of her
energy and enthusiasm.  She slurped and sucked wetly as her head bobbed
faster, creating the most amazing contrast with the heat of her mouth as
she inhaled cool air over my wet skin.  I couldn't stop myself from
groaning from the sheer unadulterated pleasure of my ten-year-old niece
sucking my cock.  She twisted her head from side to side, creating friction
by squeezing my cockhead between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.  The
feeling was overwhelming and my legs started to twitch as the familiar heat
started to gather behind my groin.

   But Renee was as familiar with the rhythms of adult male sexual response
as I.  She pulled her mouth off with a wet smack, and pressed her thumb
none-too-gently against the base of my penis.  I groaned again from the
feeling of pressure dammed up and the sudden contrast of cool air.  "Don't
you dare squirt!" she ordered me.

   I gritted my teeth.  "I...ugh...won't, don't worry." Unconvinced, Renee
didn't loosen her grip until I was able to relax and she could tell my
orgasm was truly forestalled.

   I was still panting a little when Renee straightened and turned to where
Lilah was a naked little pile on the floor.  She was face-down on her knees
with her skinny little ass poking up in the air.  She hadn't stopped
humming and mumbling incoherently the whole time.  The belt was still
wrapped loosely around her neck.  Renee used the most convenient handle and
yanked on the ends of the belt.  Lilah's vocalizations cut off as the
leather tightened around her neck.  She came upright with eyes wide and
fearful.  Her hands clawed weakly at the leather digging into her skin. 
But once Lilah was up on her knees Renee dropped the belt.  She stooped and
wrapped her arms around Lilah's bare chest and lifted the smaller girl up
off her feet.  Renee carried her the way little kids carry littler kids, in
a bearhug with their chests pressed together, leaning back slightly to keep
Lilah's bare toes off the floor.  She carried the naked seven-year-old
without noticeable strain.

   "You're getting really strong," I told Renee as she moved between my
spread legs.  "It's really sexy." Renee gave a half-shrug, unsure how to
take the compliment.  She just concentrated on lifting Lilah's limp form so
that she could clear the edge of the bed and plop the nude child in my lap.
I sighed as my erection slid between her hot, sweaty asscheeks.  With an
effort I restrained myself from frotting against her.  Instead I held her
under her armpits and hoisted her into the air.  Her legs dangled and her
head flopped back, but all I could see was the tangled mess of her flyaway
hair and the patches of dried cum on her back.  This close, she stank - the
odor of unwashed little girl mixed with stale cum.  "Help me," I told
Renee.

   "What?" Renee asked, confused at first, then "Oh." She came around to
the side and carefully took my cock in her hand.  Her fingers didn't quite
go all the way around.  She lifted it away from my belly, angling it
straight up and holding it as I lowered Lilah's ass onto it.  Still
thoroughly coated in spit, it nudged easily between Lilah's cheeks.  With a
little maneuvering of her dead weight in my hands, we managed to align my
shaft with the child's asshole.  It slipped aside or upwards a couple of
times but finally I had my glans butted up firmly against Lilah's
sphincter. I was still holding her firmly with my fingers pressing into her
skinny chest and my thumbs under her armpits but I slowly let more of her
weight rest on the point of contact.  Renee helped, holding my shaft firmly
so it wouldn't slip away.  Lilah began to whine and shake her head as the
pressure against her rosebud built and slowly, reluctantly, it began to
dilate.  All at once it gave way and Lilah gave a shrill cry as my cockhead
forced her open and slid inside.  Now the task was to deepen the
penetration.  I shifted my hands to press down on her bony shoulders.

   "Ow, oww, owwwie!" Lilah cried as, inch my inch my cock pushed into her
rectum.  She tried to fight and twist away from the painful invasion but
she had no leverage and her struggles only served to force her down
further. Finally, I gripped her shoulders hard and shoved down with my
hands, thrust up with my cock, and felt her butt come to rest on my thighs.
Her cries cut off with a gasp my final push drove the breath from her, then
she began to cry, strange, high-pitched broken sobs.  Her rectum was hot
and almost painfully tight.  I could feel her sobs all the way through her
fragile body; each convulsion of her diaphragm made her twist and tighten
around my invading tool.  It felt heavenly.  For me, anyway.

   I lay back and pulled Lilah down with me.  Her skin was feverishly hot.
I reached down and spread her legs wide open, tucking her feet under my
thighs and pinning them in place.  Then I trapped her arms under my elbows.
I let my hands roam freely over her bare body, fondling her chest, even
reaching down to dig between her bruised labia and pinch her tiny clit. 
Her feeble struggles served no purpose except to further pleasure my organ.
I felt myself swelling each time her rectum spasmed around me.  She was
pinned like a butterfly, spread-eagled and helpless as I sodomized her.  It
was time.

   "Lilah!" I called her name, repeating myself until she craned her head
back and her watery blue eyes swam into focus and I was as sure as I could
be that my voice reached her through the drug haze.  "You have a bad cunt,
don't you?" Her childish face twisted in concentration.  It took all of the
mental effort she could muster to try and make sense of my words, so much
so that she never noticed Renee sliding the belt free of her neck.

   "A...bad cunt?" she said vaguely.  "...yeth, Daddy thaid...he thaid..."

   Renee finished for her.  "Bad cunt!" she yelled, and the belt whistled
through the air to snap against Lilah's tiny bald peach with a vicious
CRACK!

   Lilah shrieked, and her entire body convulsed in pain, but I held her
fast.  "Bad cunt!" Renee yelled again, and CRACK!  again the end of the
belt struck.  Lilah screamed and twisted in my grip, trying desperately to
close her legs and protect herself but I was having none of it.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  Again and again Renee whipped Lilah's pussy with
her father's black leather belt.  Lilah shrieked and sobbed and struggled
with all her strength but it was useless.  I bounced my butt lightly on the
bed between strikes, thrusting my cock into her ass.  As delightful as the
anal penetration felt for me, what really set my heart pounding was the
look on Renee's face as she brutalized the younger girl.  With each strike
of the belt against Lilah's bruised and swollen vulva Renee also shuddered.
Her shoulders heaved with harsh, panting breaths dragged in through a mouth
wide open.  Sweat filmed her forehead and cheeks and dripped from her chin.
Her face was flushed.  Her thick brown hair was mussed and wild.  And her
hazel eyes were avid and glowing with arousal.

   CRACK!  Lilah shrieked again as the belt landed at the apex of her slit,
striking her swollen and protruding clit hood.  CRACK!  CRACK!  Renee
struck from side to side, laying stripes on the child's trembling inner
thighs.  Lilah's eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face frozen in
a rictus of fear and pain.  CRACK!  CRACK!  First the left lip, then the
right, and CRACK!  Another strike dead center.  Welts rose amongst the dark
bruising already covering Lilah's crotch.  Her abused vulva swelled further
until it looked inflated, protruding out from her pubic bone.  CRACK!  The
welts began to open and I felt little trickles of warm blood dripping onto
my thighs.  CRACK!  CRACK!  Lilah and sobs spiraled upwards, the pitch
rising higher and higher until, her voice raw with screaming, the shrieks
broke into demented laughter.  "Bad cunt!" she gasped out between sobs and
choked titters.  "Bad cunt!"

   Renee was gasping for breath, too.  Her whip arm drooped and the belt
fell from her fingers.  The buckle clunked on the floor.  She looked around
as if lost, unsure of what had happened.  I called her name, pitching my
voice low to be heard over Lilah's wild, fractured cackling.  Renee's eyes
cleared and she focused on me.  I knew what the little girl wanted - what
her body wanted - before she herself realized it.  "Take it out, Renee," I
urged.  "Take out your penis and fuck her!"

   Renee fumbled with the snaps of her overalls.  The bib drooped, then
fell, exposing her nascent breasts, rising and falling rapidly with her
panting.  She got one of the hip buttons undone, but her fingers were
shaking and she lost patience.  She shimmied and shoved the half-buttoned
garment over her hips, and then it fell to puddle around her hiking boots.
Her panties had rolled down to expose just the very top of her smooth mons.
The panties were white with little daisies on them and a pink ribbon in
front.  There was lace at the waist and legholes.  The right leg was
stretched away from the inside of her thigh by the thick shaft of her
strap-on.  It hung three or four inches below, with the pink latex head
snugged just above the inside of her knee.

   Renee was too excited to take the time to remove her panties entirely.
She pulled down the waist with her right hand and with her left reached
inside, grasped the shaft and pulled it free.  It looked absurdly long and
thick attached to Renee's ten-year-old body.  She took a step, snagged her
foot in her overalls and almost fell, then hop-waddled closer, until her
hot, sweaty thighs touched the insides of mine.

   This was not one of her Feeldo double-ended dildos; it was held to her
body with just elastic straps and was not as stiff as a real erection so
that it drooped at what would be about half mast for a real one.  Renee
wrapped both her small hands around the shaft.  I watched her belly heave
with emotion as she lifted the head and pushed it against Lilah's bruised
and bleeding vulva.  Lilah jumped as the latex scraped across her open
wounds, then groaned as I pushed my pelvis up, shoving my penis to full
length into her rectum.  Renee shuffled, bent her knees a little bit.  I
saw her take a deep breath, bite her lip, and then she shoved forward,
straightening her knees to push her penis deep into Lilah's vagina.

   "EeeeeiiighaHA!" Lilah squealed, a bizarre sound combining pain and
explosive laughter.  Her voice rose and fell as Renee began to thrust, her
little biscuit titties bouncing wildly.  I raised my head and looked down
across Lilah's writhing body.  Her battered labia were stretched almost
intolerably wide to admit the adult girth of Renee's penis.  The stressed
skin was pale underneath the black and blue.  The cuts left by the beating
Renee had administered pulled open and blood ran freely onto the latex
shaft.  Lilah frantically tried to squirm her skinny body backwards to
escape the terrible pain of penetration but she was pinioned from below.

   "Oh, god, Renee, I can feel your penis," I said between gritted teeth.
With each thrust I could feel the molded glans butting into my shaft
through Lilah's vaginal and rectal walls.  "Fuck her, Renee, fuck her
harder!" I reached down, grabbed Renee's firm asscheeks, dug in my fingers,
pulled her towards me.  Lilah squealed, Renee grunted, and I sighed.  Her
penis moved back and forth in Lilah's violated channel and it was jerking
me off through the thin layers of tissue.  I felt it rubbing up and down
the length of my shaft.

   I had never seen this level of concentration in Renee before.  Usually
she was playful during sex, treating it like any other fun game.  But now
her eyes were wild, her skin was flushed, and sweat was pouring down her
face.  Perspiration also shone on the sexual flush spreading from her neck
down to between her boobies.  She moaned through gritted teeth, thrusting
her pelvis as hard as she could.  "Ooo, ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOO!" I saw her
orgasm take her.  Her whole body stiffened and she pushed forward so hard
that Lilah cried out anew.  Then her legs began trembling with increasing
force until, her feet still bound up in her overalls, she lost her balance.
Lilah groaned piteously as the penis stretched her and tried to push
upwards far further than she could angle her channel, scraping against the
front vaginal wall until it popped out of her with a sucking noise.  Drops
of blood and Lilah's little-girl juices flew up in the air, spattering both
children from head to pubis.  Lilah fell back, again impaling her anus on
my organ, whilst Renee sat down hard on the floor.

   I was at my limit.  I had to have my preteen lover.  I grabbed Lilah by
the waist and pulled her off me.  Her rectum clenched me painfully as I
ripped free.  I tossed her to the side, paying no attention as her bare
body tumbled painfully to the floor, and threw myself on Renee.  I shoved
her down onto her back so hard her head thumped against the hardwood.  I
pulled off her hiking boots and pulled her feet free of her tangled
overalls.  I tore her panties from her shaking legs, and ripped off her
strapon.  The elastic snapped and I tossed it across the room.  It struck a
picture of Lilah's dead mother on her bureau, knocking it to the floor and
breaking the glass in its frame.  Renee's cunt was pink and juicy, her tiny
clit fully erected and bent to one side.

   There were no preliminaries.  I peeled her labia apart with my thumbs
and penetrated her.  She was tight as always, and there was resistance as
my glans parted her inner labia and dilated her child-sized channel.  But
as soon as her lips sealed around the flare of my head the resistance
lessened.  We groaned together and I stared into her eyes as one, two,
three inches slid smoothly into her.  I put my weight on my elbows, curled
my hands around her shoulders from underneath and started thrusting.

   "Ugh, ugh, ugh," I grunted as the silken fire of the ten-year-old's cunt
clamped tight around my organ.  Renee's eyes flared from sensation with
every push.  She groaned as I reached maximum depth and butted against the
hard little knot of her cervix.  I freed one hand and started squeezing her
breastlets in turn.

   I felt lower, sliding over her bald mound to trace the junction of our
bodies, her lips stretched tight around me.  I made a tight vee of my first
two fingers and captured her clitty, then spread them just enough to slide
them on either side as I fucked her.  The effect on the fourth grader was
electric.  Her legs came up and she wrapped around my hips, locking her
heels together in the small of my back.  Her hands pressed against my
chest, pulling on my hairs and pinching my nipples.  She was panting
voicelessly in time to my thrusts and I realized she was whispering.  "Fuck
me, my cunt, fuck me, my cunt, my cunt, slutty cunt, slutty cuuuoooOOO! 
OOO!  OOO!  OOOoooOOO!" Her voice climbed to a near shout and her vagina
clamped down with a force I'd never experienced, and then began rippling
along the length of my organ.  That put me over the edge.

   "FUUUUUCK!" I yelled as my first shot traveled the length of my shaft
like a fireball and I erupted into my niece's ten-year-old cunny.  Another
shot, and another, and the excruciating pleasure mounted unbearably, and
then beyond that.  I collapsed, twitching, onto Renee's compact body,
barely able to keep my weight from crushing her.  I gloried in the feel of
her skin sliding against mine, her belly, her boobies, her fingers tangled
in my chest hair, her open mouth, her teeth on the skin just below my
collarbone.  She bit down hard, wringing one final spurt into her
overflowing cunt, and we both moaned together.

   Some time later, I was examining Lilah.  She was supine on her bed, legs
spread, knees up, feet flat on the mattress.  The welts on her cuntlips
were swelling and splitting apart, adding bright red gashes to the heavy
dark bruising.  I used alcohol and gauze to clean the cuts on her badly
contused coochie.  Several bloody pads were already scattered on the floor.
It had to have hurt the child but she gave no sign.  She just sucked her
thumb and gazed vacantly at the ceiling.

   Renee sat on the end of the bed, still naked.  My semen bubbled
sluggishly from her still-dilated vaginal opening, staining Lilah's Disney
Princess sheets.  I noted there were a number of similar stains already
crusting the fabric.  When she spoke her voice was small and she kept her
eyes averted.  "Am I...was I bad?"

   I heard something in Renee's voice I never had before.  She was scared.
I sat up, pushing Lilah to the side, and gave the older girl my full
attention.  "No, honey, of course you're not bad.  Why would you think so?"

   "Daddy says people who hurt people on purpose are bad." She took a deep
breath and was obviously struggling to continue.  "I...I liked hurting
Lilah.  A lot." She was looking down at her lap where she was turning her
penis over and over in her hands.  "When I do sex, I get tingly, you know,
when I have an orgasm.  But this was different.  My...my c-cunt," she
stumbled over the dirty word.  "My cunt felt like it was on fire.  It was
so good.  It was never like that before.  I thought I was going to die. 
And I still feel...slutty.  More slutty than ever.  Because I hurt her." I
realized that stoic, self-contained Renee was on the verge of tears.  "I
liked hurting a little kid.  That's what bullies do.  I'm a bully.  I'm
bad."

   My heart broke for the little girl.  "No, honey, you're not bad."
Renee's shoulders started shaking.  "Renee.  Look at me." I had to put my
fingers under her chin to force her to meet my gaze.  Her eyes were shiny.
"First of all, Lilah's a little kid, but she's also a whore.  She's a
whore, and whores do what you want.  It doesn't matter what they want."

   "But she wasn't our whore, we didn't pay," Renee objected.

   She had a point.  "Well, Mr.  Dauberstein owes us," I extemporized, "for
the way he treated Karen.  So we get some freebies.

   "But here's the main thing, Renee, and I want you to listen, ok?" She
nodded, a serious, concentrated expression on her round face.  "Lilah
wanted you to hurt her.  You saw she was trying to whip herself before,
right?" Renee nodded slowly.  "She's a whore like your sister.  You know
when Karen gets whory sometimes she likes it to hurt a little, right?" She
nodded again.  "Lilah's the same way, only littler." I hurried on before
Renee could observe that Lilah hadn't seemed to be having much fun.  "So
you were giving Lilah what she wanted." I was spinning as fast as I could.
"Because she's so little, it's hard for her to find people to have sex
with. She's her Daddy's whore, but he's not always very...considerate.  So
what you did isn't bad.  In fact, it was a good thing." Renee looked so
relieved and so vulnerable that my heart melted.

   I put my arm around Renee's shoulder companionably.  "It's okay, honey,
you know I'd tell you if I thought you were doing something wrong.  You
just learned something about yourself today, is all.  As long as you only
hurt people who like being hurt - or a whore you're paying.  Please note,"
I continued with a smile, "I am not one of those people.  No whipping when
we fuck, ok?" I gave her a soft elbow in the ribs, got a rare smile in
return, though her eyes were still thoughtful.  "We have to get going.  Get
dressed...no, leave off your panties and your bra and shirt.  You can take
a bath at the hotel." She needed one.  Besides the cum still seeping from
her well-fucked vag, she was covered in flecks of Lilah's blood from
hairline to bellybutton.

   Downstairs we found Moira and Karen entwined in post-coital languor. 
Karen's careful chignon had unraveled and her hair was a tawny cloud around
the two naked girls.  Her makeup was mostly intact except for her badly
smeared lipstick.  Moira, on the other hand, was sticky with Karen's
aromatic goo from crotch upwards.  Her hair was even gelled with it.  And
the couch cushion they sat on was drenched.

   I gave Moira a heads-up about Lilah's condition.  "She might need a
couple of days off school."

   "'Sokay," Moira replied.  "You saw how banged-up she was.  He's been
hittin' that pretty hard, I need to figger something out anyway."

   I told Karen it was time to go.  She stood up, her eyes heavy and
sloe-lidded, and wandered across the room to the front door.  She was about
to open the door when Renee stopped her.  "Karen!  Where's your clothes?"
The older girl looked around, trying to shake off her daze of satiety, and
blushed from the tips of ears down to her polished toenails at the
realization that she had been about to just blithely leave the house
completely naked.  She looked at the tangled mess of her tube top and
shorts.  Moira saved the day, shrugging out of her oversized terrycloth
robe.  Holding it wrapped tightly around her nubile body, Karen was decent
enough to make it from the porch to my car.  It was Moira who now stood
naked just inside the door and waved at us.

   In the truck, Renee sat next to me.  I put one arm around her and
stroked the bare skin from armpit to hip and back.  Karen lay with her head
in Renee's lap as Renee gently stroked her face.  She put one bare foot
over the back of the seat and propped the other on the window.  The robe
fell open.  Her eyes were dreamy.  She masturbated herself gently as I
drove.  Fortunately the windows were tinted.  I observed that she'd have to
hurry to get some time at the park before the girls needed to be home.  To
my surprise, she declined.  "I don't need to.  Moira fucked me sooooo
good..." She trailed off, her dark eyelashes fluttering closed.

   Well.  First love, and first kink.  It had been an eventful day for
everyone.
   To be continued...