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   Jenny's Couch, part 12 (Mg, ped, oral, anal, reluc, cons, rom) by Rufus
Fugit

   I sat at the table next to nine-year-old Renee and watched her polish
off her third plate of pancakes with workmanlike determination.  Her hair,
wet from the shower, was turbaned in a fluffy deep blue towel.  She was
wearing a white tshirt, one of mine, and nothing else.  When she stood it
would cover her to her knees but sitting in the chair it was pushed up into
her lap.  I admired her stocky legs through the smoked glass tabletop.  I
watched her bare feet swinging back and forth.  Every so often she would
extend one leg, point her pretty toes and rotate her foot.  She wasn't
doing it consciously, it was just her body burning off excess energy.  Nor
did she probably realize the effect she was having on me, as I recalled the
morning months ago when I had first seen her panties dangling from that
pretty ankle.  My erection had not fully subsided, not since her big sister
had basically passed out on me in mid-coitus.  The fifth-grader had gotten
her orgasm but left me hanging.  "How rude", as another eminently fuckable
(if snotty and annoying) fifth-grader had been known to say.

   My boner had bounced off Renee's forehead several times when we showered
together, but despite being a very skilled masturbator and lately
fellatrix, the child had made no attempt to relieve me.  She'd still been
upset and a little angry at the way her sister had molested her and the way
our own lovemaking had gotten kind of rough.  For my part, I'd shampooed
and washed her as impersonally as I could manage.  I knew she wouldn't
respond well to further importuning at that point; Renee was a child who
had to be left alone to get over her mad, but given a little time her
naturally positive disposition was irrepressible.  So I had contented
myself with admiring her nude body as the warm water streamed off her, her
rounded child's belly and bubble butt, her pointy pink nipples on their
cones of puppyfat, her beautiful hairless, chubby vulva and smooth clitoral
hood poking out of her open slit.

   I was wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.
The fly gaped and my penis, still at half-mast, leaned out in plain view
under the clear tabletop, sprouting from the colorful fabric in its nest of
wiry dark hair.  I would just as soon have stayed undressed, but while
Renee was sexualized to the point where the sight of an adult's half-erect
penis wasn't nearly enough to distract her from a plateful of pancakes with
real maple syrup, my fully naked body was still somewhat disquieting to
her. Perhaps it reminded her a bit of the only other time she'd seen me
completely nude, the day I deflowered her older sister.  Even as accustomed
to sex play as she had been at that point, fresh from making out with me
and "teaching" Karen to eat her cunny for the first time, it had been kind
of scary.  I remembered her huddled naked at the end of the couch, watching
her sister's pale, small body writhe beneath me, flinching as the older
girl screamed and cried and begged me to take my penis out of her.  The
memory never failed to heat my crotch but I think for Renee it was still a
source of some confusion and upset, and seeing me completely nude was a
reminder.  Or it could've just been that I was big, adult-sized.  Big, and
hairy, and - while I wasn't a fat lump - not in perfect shape, and perhaps
a bit overwhelming to the short little girl.  Either way, it was important
that she be comfortable for the discussion we needed to have, so I had
dressed.

   Renee wiped up the last of the syrup with a piece of bacon and popped it
into her mouth.  She looked at me calmly while she chewed.  There were a
some drops of syrup on her rosy round cheeks and her beautiful full lips.
She had always been a messy eater, but she was getting better.  My tshirt
was still clean.  "Full?" She nodded, swallowing.  "Put your plate in the
sink and come on in the den and I'll comb your hair out."

   I turned on the tv and handed the remote to the child.  She flipped to
her favorite, classic Tex Avery cartoons - it was one more reason I loved
her, that she had no time for the lame extended toy commercials that passed
for modern kids' shows.  I sat in the wing chair and guided her to sit
between my knees with her back to me.  She leaned back at first and we both
jumped a little as the head of my penis rubbed against the back of her
neck. As much as I enjoyed the feeling of skin against skin, I couldn't
work from that position.  I got Renee to scoot forward a bit, then I
unwound the towel from her head and laid it aside on the couch.  Her thick,
wavy brown hair fell in damp tangles.  I gathered it at the nape of her
neck with my left hand, then slid down to hold near the ends.  Taking the
hairbrush in my right, I began the slow process of brushing her out.

   I worked without speaking for a few minutes.  When the cartoon show went
to commercial I paused to mute the sound.  "So," I asked for the third
time, "How did you get squirt all in your beard last night?"

   Her thin shoulders stiffened between my thighs, and I thought she was
going to refuse to answer as she had previously.  But after a moment she
said in a small voice, "I can't tell.  It's a secret, and I promised." That
was about what I'd expected, and I knew I'd have to proceed carefully.  On
the one hand I wanted to know what exactly had happened, but on the other I
didn't want to encourage the child to break a confidence.  I had a vested
interest, to put it mildly, in making sure she was comfortable keeping
secrets from the adult authority figures in her life.

   "That's OK," I reassured her.  I had worked the tangles out of her hair
but I continued brushing it in slow, soothing strokes.  "I'm proud of you
for keeping your promise.  Were you scared I was going to get mad?" Again
she paused, then made a slight but definite nod.  Looking down over the top
of Renee's head I couldn't see her expression but I imagined her childish
brow lowered in consternation.  "I'm not mad.  I might be mad if you were a
tattletale, but if you gave your promise you should keep it." I stroked her
forehead and bent to plant a light kiss on the top of her head.  She
smelled like my shampoo now but the scent of freshly-washed little girl
still went straight to my backbrain and my crotch, dizzying me with
arousal. "I don't want you to tell your secret, but really there's only one
way you could get squirt on your face like that, it's if you were playing
with a grownup's thingy and he had an orgasm.  So that's not really a
secret, is it?"

   Renee twisted around to look up at me, anxiety and confusion in her
hazel eyes.  "If you knew the secret, then why'd you ask?" She ignored my
own cock waving right in front of her face, even though she was close
enough that I could feel the warm puffs of her breath on the shaft as she
spoke.

   "Like I said, that's not the secret.  The secret part, I think, is whose
thingy it was.  I don't know who it was, and unless you want to tell me I
don't want to know.  So you're keeping the secret," I reassured her.  "But
I want to make sure that nothing bad happened.  There are some grownups who
are...mean...to sexy little girls like you.  Remember way back the first
time Karen caught us?  That's what she thought, that I was mean, and I was
making you do stuff.  If someone made you do stuff when you didn't want to,
that's different than if you had fun.  I just want to make sure you had
fun. You don't have to tell me who it was, but I'd feel better if you told
me what happened.  Would that be OK?"

   "I dunno.  I guess..."

   "Good.  So, you were trick-or-treating..." I prompted.

   "Um...and I...are you sure you won't be mad?" Renee sounded scared.

   "Renee, I promise I'm not mad.  I love you." I changed the subject for
just a second.  "I'm gonna do just one braid, OK?  I'm not that good at it,
and I think if I do two they'll be uneven and you'll look like a big
lumpy-head."

   "Lumpy-head?"

   "Yeah, lumpy-head, lumpy-head, lumpy-head." Renee broke out in giggles
as I chanted at my bad Oscar-the-grouch imitation.  But it seemed to break
her reserve, and as I awkwardly gathered and divided her long hair into
three parts the words started to tumble out of her.

   "I cut across the lawn, even though you said not to go to houses with
the light off, but the porch light was off but he was sitting on a swing,
and I didn't see him at first and it scared me when he said hello.  But he
was nice and he said I could sit with him.  And I asked him why he didn't
have the light on and he said he didn't have any candy but he liked to look
at the costumes.  And he asked what I was and I said a pirate and he said I
had a scary costume.  And I sat down next to him 'cause he asked me to, and
we cuddled a little bit.  He smelled funny."

   I was fascinated.  This was probably the most coherent, linear
recounting of events Renee had ever managed.  "Funny, bad?" I asked.

   "Nuh-uh, just funny.  Kinda like flowers, but...sharp.  So we were
sitting there, and he was hugging me kinda tight and I didn't know why, and
then I saw his thingy was standing up so I knew.  So I said, 'do you need
an orgasm?' and he was, like, 'no!' and I said, 'then how come your
thingy's all hard?' and 'can I see it?' and that's when he told me it's
called a cock, not a thingy.  How come you don't know the right words?"

   "There's lots of words for it, kiddo," I chuckled.  "'Cock' and 'thingy'
are both right, but cock is more of a grown-up word - I'm pretty sure I've
used it before, but you forgot.  There's also penis and boner and lots
more. But how many do you need to know?"

   "I wanna know all of them!" the third-grader declared.

   That was Renee - as long as I'd known the child she'd been full of
enthusiasm and a love of learning.  Her single-mindedness sometimes gave
her teachers fits; I could see at least one Ph.D.  in her future.  "Tell
you what, then, I'll make you a deal.  Every time you play with my thingy,
I'll teach you a new word for it."

   "Deal!" Renee spun around to face me, or rather, to face my half-erect
dick from where she sat on the floor.  I was taken by surprise and her hair
slid through my hands, undoing the partial braid I'd laboriously
constructed.  She wrapped her small hands around my tool, one above the
other, and gently squeezed first with her left then her right, alternating
the pressure as I quickly grew to full hardness.  I sighed, then groaned
with pleasure as the child pulled the stiff shaft down to meet her lips. 
She planted a tight, almost-close-mouthed kiss on the very tip, using a lot
of suction.

   "Ohh, Renee, that feels so good..." No sooner did I say that, though,
then she broke the kiss and turned me loose, watching with an impish grin
as my cock sprang upwards and wobbled in front of her face.

   "So, what's the new word?" she demanded.

   "Hmm...OK, today's word is 'peter'."

   "Peter?!  That's a boy's name!"

   "Well, don't you think he's a boy?" I flexed my groin, making Peter
bounce a bit for emphasis.  "Now turn back around, I have to start your
braid again, and you have to finish your story."

   "So I touched his, his peter," she giggled, "on top of his clothing, and
he made funny noises just like you do, so I knew it felt good, and he was
wearing sweatpants so it was easy to pull them down and take it out and he
didn't stop me.  Hey, you know what?  He wasn't wearing any underpants!  I
thought that was weird.  But he had a nice peter.  It was warm and it had
this funny bit of skin on the end, like a hood or something.  But the skin
pulled back and then it looked regular.  So I was rubbing it, and I wasn't
sure if I wanted to put my mouth on it, I just leaned down to see if it
smelled OK..."

   "Really?" I interjected.

   "Well...maybe.  Maybe I was just gonna kiss it a little."

   "Really?" I repeated.

   "Well..." She craned her head around to look at me, abashed and a little
anxious.

   "Turn your head back around, I'm almost done," I instructed her.  "It's
fine," I reassured the little girl.  "If you like putting cocks in your
mouth there's nothing wrong with that.  I promise I'm not jealous.  You
just have to make sure when you find a nice cock that there's a nice person
attached to it." Renee giggled again.  "Like that first boy last night,
remember?  He wasn't very nice.  And sometimes you can't tell for sure."

   "This man was nice," she said decisively.  Then, more tentatively, "Are
you sure you're not jealous?" So I had guessed correctly.  From the
beginning I had treated Renee completely differently from Karen.  My
intention with Karen had never been more than to ensure her silence by
making sex a shared, guilty secret.  It was a strategy born of desperation,
but then it had become a game to see just how far I could push her.  Now
that it was clear that she was drowning in her pubescent sexuality, my only
goal was to make sure that she stayed reasonably safe in her compulsive
pursuit of sexual pleasure.  Well, and if she made a bit of money at the
same time it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.  But I had never
emotionally bullied Renee in that way, and I'd certainly never played on
her guilt and shame - if for no other reason than she felt none.  The
pleasure she took in her immature body was so far uncontaminated by her
church's sex-phobia.  And while I wasn't always physically gentle with her,
I tried to respect her feelings.  I always showed her love when I molested
her, and she responded in kind.

   "I promise," I assured her again.  "But I think from now on you should
ask me first if there's another boy or man you want to fool around with, so
I can make sure he's nice.  Will you do that?"

   "OK!" she said brightly.

   "OK, I'm all done." I wrapped an elastic ponytail holder, black with two
pale blue plastic balls, around the bottom of my somewhat inexpert braid.
"So, finish your story?"

   Renee spun around to face me, causing my boner to again bop her lightly
on the forehead.  She wrapped her right hand around the base and angled it
down towards her lips.  "I just had time to do this -" she stuck out her
small, pink tongue and lapped at the frenum, pushing the tiny ridge from
side to side.  " - and he squirted!"

   I was gasping with sudden pleasure from the feel and the sight of the
child licking my penis.  Her hazel eyes looked up at me as she tilted her
head back.  The dark, swollen flesh of my manhood rested against the side
of her nose.  I patted the top of her head, slid my hand down to cup her
rosy round cheek.  "I can understand why he squirted.  He probably never
had anyone lick his peter as good as you do."

   "There was a LOT of squirt," Renee continued.  This was clearly the most
interesting part of the story to her.  "I only got a little on me, and I
thought I wiped it off but I guess not.  But I sat up and he kept
squirting, over and over all over himself.  He got a bunch on his own face,
even!  And he was breathing hard and making funny noises, almost like it
hurt but I know it doesn't hurt when a boy squirts, it feels really really
good like when you make my cunt all tingly and I have orgasms."

   I could picture it - one of my neighbors (I didn't know who, and so far
I didn't hear anything in Renee's story that made it important to find out)
with a thing for little kids, sitting on his porch watching the pretty
costumes go by, tortured with desire but afraid to act on it.  Then a child
appears; he invites her to sit.  They cuddle, he doesn't dare cross the
line.  Then the terror of being discovered and before he can fully react to
that, the child has her mouth on him, and in seconds all the years of
yearning explode out of him.  It must've blown his mind.

   Renee was still speaking.  "It took awhile before he said anything." She
continued to absently jack me as she spoke, lightly squeezing with her
little fingertips.  I squirmed a little with pleasure and my feet danced
around involuntarily on either side of the child.  "Then he was all,
thanks, wow, that was great.  But this is the weird part, then he asked if
he could suck my cock!  And I said, I don't have a cock, I'm a girl, silly!
And then he got all weird.  He grabbed me here," she pushed her hand down
into her tshirt-covered crotch, "and squeezed.  It almost hurt a little. 
Then he said he only liked boys, that he thought I was a boy and he was
sorry."

   "Well, some people are like that.  Some only like boys, some only like
girls."

   "That's weird.  Karen likes boys, but she was trying to play with my
cunt all the time before you made her stop."

   "You can't go by your sister.  She's a whore, and that's different from
most people.  What about you?  I remember you didn't like the smell of your
own cunt.  Would you eat another girl's?"

   Renee paused in her languorous masturbation of me while she thought
about that.  "I dunno.  I liked it fine when Karen licked me, I even had a
little orgasm I think, but that's just a mouth.  A mouth isn't a boy or a
girl, it's just a mouth."

   "Wow, that's really a smart thing to say," I told the child, and it was
if you thought about it.  She beamed at my praise and I continued, "Well,
you'll figure it out as you get older.  No hurry - ah!" Renee resumed
playing with my staff.  She ran her fingers up and down the top, spreading
precum back from the head to the base, then pressing down as she smoothed
her fingers forward again until the head popped free.  She did this again
and again, giggling up at me saucily each time my tool slid away from her
fingers and bobbed upwards.  "Ah, Renee, that's nice," I put my head back
and closed my eyes.  "You play with my peter so good, better than anyone."
For several moments I simply gloried in the feel of the child's soft
fingers stroking me.  I wasn't lying.  Whether she meant to or not, this
was the perfect amount of stimulation.  It felt awesome, and the sight of
the nine-year-old sitting cross-legged on the floor and gazing intently at
my penis as it bounced right in front of her face was thrilling, but she
could've kept it up for hours without bringing me close to orgasm.

   "After that he didn't seem so nice anymore," Renee finished up her
story. "He pulled his pants up and he just went inside his house without
even saying goodbye.  I thought he might come back out after he wiped all
the squirt off his face but he didn't, so I went and did more houses."

   "Uh huh," I said.  I was only half-listening now.  "Hey, you want to
feel something cool?" I asked her.  "Keep pushing down on it this time."
Looking up at me quizzically, Renee wrapped her hand around the head of my
penis and pressed, bending it down to the horizontal.  "Further," I
encouraged her, shuffling my butt closer to the edge of the chair.  "It's
OK, you won't hurt me.  Keep pressing...ah!" She blinked in surprise as she
heard and felt the muted "crack!" from the base of my tool.  She snatched
her hand away and it bounced upwards.  "It's OK," I repeated, "you didn't
break it.  It cracks, just like knuckles."

   "That's weird!" the child declared.

   "Yeah, it is, but it feels good...ow, hey!" I reached down and grabbed
her thin wrist.  "But you can only do it once, like a knuckle." I tugged
gently on her wrist.  "C'mon up here and sit in my lap, why don't you." She
stood and I pulled her down to sit sidewise across my thighs.  I slid her
tshirt up so her warm bare butt rested on my boxers.  I wrapped one arm
around her thin shoulders and pulled her to me, while my other hand reached
up under the tshirt to rub her boobies.  I tweaked a tiny nipple between
thumb and forefinger, feeling it stiffen as the little girl hummed a
satisfied "mmm" into my bare chest.  Her left leg hung off the front of the
chair and she swung her foot back and forth as I continued to gently fondle
her under the thin fabric.  I stroked her chest and belly, tracing the edge
of her ribcage as she breathed deeply.  Her skin was so warm to the touch.
I moved my hand downward, cupping and stroking over her bare mound.  She
snuggled down into my touch, then surprised me by reaching her own hand
down to grab again at my cock where it stood proud between her spread bare
legs.  She pulled it towards her own crotch, a sidewise angle it wouldn't
quite bend at.  I tilted my pelvis in the chair to avoid having my tool
break off in her hand; at the same time she scooched down so that she could
press me against her crotch.

   "Ahh!" We sighed together at the intimate content.  Renee pushed my firm
flesh against her own hot, moist slit.  She hunched herself against me,
sliding herself along the length of my tool and wetting me with her warm,
gooey preadolescent sex juice.  Her free leg kicked spasmodically as her
baby clit swelled against me.  She was panting, her breath hot on my chest
where she leaned against me.  We squirmed against each other as our mutual
pleasure grew, but it was the sight of her plump bald labia parting and
sliding up and down as she pressed my cock between them with her nimble
fingers that drove me over the edge.

   I grabbed at the hem of the tshirt and yanked it upwards.  Her hand came
free of my cock as I pulled the shirt up and over her head, leaving the
nine-year-old naked in my lap.  I dropped the shirt on the carpet, then
grabbed Renee under her armpits as I stood, dumping her unceremoniously on
her back on the nearby couch.  She bounced slightly on the cushions, legs
splaying out.  She looked up at me uncertainly, startled by being stripped
and manhandled in that way, but before she could react I dived between her
legs, fastening my mouth on her swollen, juicy cunt lips and stabbing my
tongue into her slit.

   "Ahh-HAH!" she sighed as I licked and sucked at her juvenile snatch.  I
grabbed at her upper thighs, pulling her crotch harder against me,
snuffling and slurping to fill my senses with her delicious flavor and
aroma.  "Oh, lick me, lick my cunt!" she exclaimed as I had taught her. 
Her belly heaved and her pelvis writhed and ground against me.  "My
button's tingling, suck it.  Oh, do it hard!" I felt her small hands
tangling in my hair, pulling at my head.  Her feet kicked up in the air,
first one heel then the other drumming against my back.  I rolled my eyes
upward, looking past her sweaty chest.  Her hazel eyes were open wide, head
thrown back, mouth open wide in a grin of childish sexual pleasure.

   I tore myself loose from her delicious preteen cunt and jumped to my
feet.  "Don't move!" I ordered, pointing a finger at her surprised face.  I
dashed into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet before I
remembered that my tube of Astroglide was still out in the truck glove
compartment.  Not wanting to step outside in my deshabille, I headed for
the kitchen but not before grabbing another item out of the vanity drawer.
Armed with a bottle of olive oil ("extra virgin", I sniggered to myself), I
rushed back to the living room.

   Renee was still lying on her back on the couch.  Her chest was lightly
flushed, her tiny nipples crinkled and stiff.  Her small hand was pressed
flat over her smooth, bald vulva, palm grinding against her swollen clitty,
and her legs were scissoring open and closed.  Popping the cap off the
bottle, I pushed her hand away and spilled the liquid onto her mound.  I
knelt between her spread legs and roughly massaged her hairless skin until
her entire crotch shone.  Shrugging out of my shirt, I leaned down over the
child, placing my elbows on the cushion on either side of her head and
grinding against her.  My penis pressed between her spread lips and I
hunched forwards and back and side to side, coating my organ with oil as it
slid up and down in her juvenile slit.  Each time I pushed forward, the
head caught against her tiny opening; with just a slight change in angle I
could have forced my cock into her, shredding her hymen and taking her
virginity like I had her older sister's.  I burned with lust for the
preteen, but I resisted the urge.  It would have been foolish to sacrifice
our relationship for the momentary pleasure.  In any case, her older
sister's cunt was mine to plunder at will.  No, for Renee I had something
else in mind.  I grabbed her behind her knobby knees, spreading her legs
and pushing so that her pelvis tilted up, exposing her anal pucker.  It was
shiny with oil that had dripped down.  I slid my cock back until the tip
pressed against the pinkish-brown rosebud.

   Renee tensed at the blunt, warm object pushing between her cheeks. 
"Hey!" she said.  I paid her no mind, but her sphincter's tightness
defeated me.  My shaft bent and the head slid free and skated up over her
slit.  I let go of her left leg and used my hand to reposition my slippery
organ, and pressed forward again.  Again, the shaft bent.  This time it
didn't pop free, but neither did I make much progress at penetrating her.
"Hey!" Renee repeated as the tip pressed into her lubricated back door. 
She kicked her free leg at me.  "Ow!  It hurts, please stop!"

   I twisted my torso and leaned forward to avoid her flailing foot and
continued pressing my cock against her butthole.  Slowly, slowly, I got
about half the head into her.  She was hot as a furnace, and the tightness
of the muscle ring was amazing, tight enough to resist the strength of a
grown man.  With my free hand I grabbed one of hers and pressed it against
her slick, bare mound.  "Here, sweetie, rub your button, that'll make it
feel better." She complied, and I eased off the pressure for a moment. 
"Yes, that's right," I encouraged the child as she began strumming her
stiffened fingertips across her shiny little clit bud.  The slishing sounds
of greased skin on skin joined with her grunts of discomfort.  I looked
down at her strained expression and tried to comfort her.  "This is special
for you, Renee, I love you so much, this is so we can feel best together,
I'm going to fuck your little butt..." I was babbling, and it wasn't
helping.

   I pushed forward again.  Sweat broke out on Renee's face.  The cords in
her neck stood out from the strain.  Her eyes popped open wide as I managed
to force the head of my cock completely into her tight little ass.  "OW!"
she yelled, and I felt her sphincter clamp even tighter around me.  I
looked down to see her cheeks split wide around the impaling shaft.  Her
legs kicked out on either side of my hips as she squirmed against the flesh
pole invading her.  I pushed again but could make no further progress. 
Even with the generous coating of olive oil, the child's ass was just too
tight.  Her hazel eyes were wild, and she looked close to panic now.  This
was the first time ever that her "please stop" request hadn't been honored
instantly and she was realizing just how helpless she was against an
adult's size and strength.  She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes
shut against the burning pain.

   Renee's hand was still clamped over her bald mound.  I pushed my thumb
underneath her palm, wiggling it rapidly against her stiff, slippery
clitoris.  A familiar pleasure bloomed between her legs, but it couldn't
drown out the pain of anal violation.  She humped her crotch spastically
against my thumb.  A series of grunts and whines forced themselves out
between her clenched teeth as her nerves whipsawed between the intense
sensations.  It was time for plan "B".  I picked up the ampoule I had
brought from the bathroom and crushed it in my hand.  The sharp, sweet
smell of amyl nitrate bloomed as the the liquid soaked the fabric sheath. I
pressed it against the nine-year-old's upper lip.  "Breathe!" I commanded
her.  "Breathe deep!"

   Renee choked as the intense fumes filled her lungs and in seconds the
powerful vasodilator hit her.  Its effects were much more potent in a young
child than an adult.  A deep red flush spread across her face and down onto
her heaving chest and belly.  She started sweating profusely and felt
burning prickles all over her skin.  Her baby clitoris, already hot and
throbbing, flared like a torch under my touch.  Her eyes glazed over. 
"OoooOOOOOoooOOOO" she moaned as the drug lit up her undeveloped nervous
system.  All of her muscles - including her anal sphincter - relaxed.

   I groaned as I felt resistance give way and my cock pushed deep into the
third-grader's bowels.  The incredible heat of her burned the length of my
organ as the tight ring slid down the shaft until, finally, my pubic bone
came to rest against the child's hot sweaty skin.  I was completely buried
in her ass.  "Yeahhhh..." I sighed out as I felt her twitching and writhing
against my organ.  The naked child's hands and feet waved randomly in the
air like a baby's.  Her head lolled from side to side on the couch cushion,
the popper laying ignored next to her.  I picked it up, grabbed one of her
twitching hands and pressed it into her palm, then pressed her hand over
her nose.  "Hold it there, Renee," I instructed her.  She snuffled deeply,
coughed, but kept her hand in place.

   I leaned down, pressing my weight onto the child's heaving belly.  She
was so much smaller than me I had to scoot backwards, partially withdrawing
my cock and arching my back to keep from crushing her.  I reached my arms
up under her and grabbed her skinny shoulders for leverage, then pushed
forward to bury myself in her again.  I started pumping long slow strokes.
Even with the drug relaxing her, I had to tense my feet against the couch
armrest and push hard to drive back into her each time.  "How's that feel,
sweetie?" I spoke into one bright-red ear.  "Doesn't that feel good?  I'm
fucking your sweet little ass, oh god you're so tight, love you love you,
this is just for us, I love you." I looked down to where our bodies joined,
the small hairless child and my so much larger hairy adult form.  Her pale
plump labia bulged from the pressure as my cock penetrated her ass.

   Beads of sweat stood out on Renee's forehead, upper lip, and her flushed
cheeks.  Her glassy eyes swam in their sockets as the drug coursed through
her bloodstream.  "Ugh...feels...BIG...feels...OH...dizzy...OW" she gasped
out in time with my pumping, her voice muffled by her hand holding the
popper in place.  The world spun around her and a rushing buzz filled her
head.  She pushed her other hand downwards, sliding it between our slick,
sweaty bodies to press into her crotch.  Her fingers curled to flick shocks
of pleasure from her prepubescent clitoris.  She squealed as I bottomed out
in her and the pressure from behind redoubled the sensation.  Burning pain
combined with burning pleasure, and exploded in the strongest orgasm of her
young life.  "OoooOOOOOoooOOO!" she cried again.  She yipped with each
spasm, kicking her naked legs out like a frog.  I groaned as her rectum
clenched and twisted around me, but just as I was reaching my peak, Renee
went limp beneath me.  With a single thrust I could've finished myself off,
but I had just enough presence of mind to hold still and delay my ultimate
pleasure.

   I sat back on my heels, pulling Renee's still-impaled body with me, and
looked down at the nude, spread-eagled little girl.  Her legs were opened
as wide as they could go but still my slick, shiny cock looked huge,
throbbing against the tight muscle ring where it vanished between her pale
ass cheeks.  Her entire body was shiny and dripping with sweat.  She was
panting and gulping for breath.  Her delectable puppyfat pre-breasts rose
and fell, and I could see her heart fluttering in her chest.  Her belly
hollowed and outlined her ribcage with each rapid, gasping breath.  Her
mound was swollen and slick, the labia pulled apart and her clitoris, while
not grotesquely oversized like her sister's, standing up dark and moist and
proud.  She looked beautiful and so vulnerable, lying there with her arms
limp over her head and my cock still burning in her ass.  Her eyes
fluttered open and she swallowed once, twice, as her breathing came under
control.  I leaned down and gently stroked one flushed cheek.  "There,
you're OK.  That was a really nice one, wasn't it?"

   She swallowed again, licked her lips, nodded.  "Yeah.  That was...bigger
than ever before." She shifted her hips and grimaced.  "Ugh. 
Your...peter...is still in me."

   "Does it still hurt?"

   "...a little."

   "Oh, I'm sorry about that, I'll take it out in a minute." I reached back
and grabbed Renee's legs, lifting them up.  I held them together by the
ankles, like she was a baby I was getting ready to change.  She grunted
again as the pressure in her ass shifted.  I bent my neck to begin licking
and kissing her soles and her toes, speaking soothingly as I did.  "You're
so wonderful.  This is special, just for you and me.  Now we're lovers,
we've done everything we can, this feels so good for me.  We'll do this
again and again, and it'll feel better and better."

   Renee looked dubious.  I grasped both her ankles in one hand and reached
down with the other to gently stroke her sweaty mound.  "It hurts a bit,
maybe, but doesn't it also feel great?"

   "I guess so."

   "You guess?  You just said you had your biggest orgasm ever.  That's
because we're in love and we're lovers." I continued my blandishments as I
sucked each tiny toe in turn.  Renee squirmed and flexed her feet at the
feeling of my warm, wet mouth and tongue bathing each digit.  With each
movement she shifted slightly in my lap, her bowels grabbing at my cock and
squeezing it even harder.  "Oh...oh...OK, I'm getting close now, sweetie,
I'm going to squirt up your butt in a second...oh...oh...OH!" Her writhing
pushed me over the edge.  I dropped her legs and thrust forward, burying
myself completely one last time as I squirted hot cum into the
nine-year-old child's ass.

   Renee felt the burn as my cock surged deeper into her, then the strange
liquid heat of semen filling her colon.  She closed her eyes and gasped as
I made short little grunting thrusts with each spurt.  Finally, I was done.
I sat still for a minute, feeling my pounding heart slow and the sweat
start to cool on my naked body.  Then I leaned down again to cover Renee's
nude form.  I pushed back so that our heads were even, withdrawing my cock
nearly completely as I did.  She gave a little groan as she felt me pull
out of her ass.  I put my face next to the child's and tenderly kissed her
lips.  She was still dazed from exertion and the drug and barely responded.
But after a moment I felt her mouth part beneath mine and I darted out my
tongue to lick at her teeth.  I eased more of my weight onto the child,
glorying in the feel of her skin against mine, as she wrapped her arms
around my head and we French kissed gently.

   "Ungh," Renee grunted into my mouth and I felt her colon spasm around
the end of my softening cock.  I sat back, placing my hand against her
abdomen and pressing gently as I finished withdrawing from her.  Her
asshole was red and angry and gaped open obscenely.  A froth of santorum
was smeared all around it and on the couch cushion; brown-tinted sperm
oozed out of the open hole.  My cock was similarly fouled.  The
third-grader grunted again and clapped her hands over mine, drawing up her
legs and tightening her belly.  "Oooh, I have to poop!" she declared.

   "Go to the bathroom, then.  Go!" I urged her.  She rolled off of the
couch and scampered away naked, hunched over and holding her cramping
belly. I got up and followed.  She was in too much of a hurry to even close
the bathroom door.  She threw herself down on the toilet seat barely in
time.  A long series of wet farts echoed in the bowl, followed by loose
splashes as her bowels emptied.  Her toes just touched the fuzzy rug as she
bent forward, grunting with effort.  Meanwhile, I got a washcloth and ran
warm water in the sink to clean myself.

   Renee straightened up and flushed the toilet.  She looked a little
abashed now; pooping in front of me seemed to embarrass her in a way that
none of our recent activities did - which I thought was natural, I kind of
felt the same way.  Nevertheless, I had her turn around and bend over so I
could check her out.  She was still pretty dirty back there, so I wet
another washcloth and wiped her, careful to keep the fecal matter from
smearing onto her vulva.  Her sphincter was red and distended, but I saw no
blood or tearing.  I kissed each damp cheek in turn, and together we went
into the bedroom to dress.  Karen still snored nude and supine on the bed
while Renee burrowed in her backpack for clothing, choosing some pale
yellow panties and a "Strawberry Shortcake" shirt with lace shoulder
straps. I put on jeans, sandals, and a "Picard/Riker 2004" tshirt.

   Back in the living room I ignored the mess on the couch for now, and
gathered Renee back into my lap in the big wing chair.  Her ass still
burned dully and she shifted uncomfortably before reclining against me. 
The braid I'd labored over had come half undone.  Her hazel eyes were
slightly bloodshot as she gazed up at me.  "What was that stinky stuff?"
she asked.

   "Just something to help you relax," I answered.  "It helped me get up
into your butt."

   "It was...drugs?" I nodded.  "But...drugs are bad!  We're not supposed
to take them, we get addic...ad...something, sick or something!" Renee
looked more upset now than she had at any point, like I had betrayed her in
some way.

   "No, Renee, not all drugs are bad.  Aspirin's a drug, and it makes you
better when you're sick.  And when you had a sore throat last month, Mommy
gave you that stuff to gargle, remember?  That was a drug."

   "But...I was sick then.  I'm not sick now."

   "Some drugs are just for fun.  This stuff is why you had such a good
orgasm.  Wasn't that excellent?"

   "Yeah, but...really?  Smelling that is what made my cunt so hot?"

   "Yup.  Look, I just wanted you to feel good, and it not to hurt so much
when I fucked your butt, so that we could be lovers.  I love you and I'd
never give you anything bad for you."

   Renee rested her head on my chest while she thought about that. 
"So...we're lovers now," she said, a statement not a question.

   "Yes, sweetie, we are.  I love you, and we're lovers."

   She chewed that over for a minute, her expression neutral.  "For how
long?" she finally asked.

   "Forever, Renee.  We're lovers forever." I rocked her gently in my arms
and we dozed.