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   Jenny's Couch, part 15 (Mg, mast, reluc) by Rufus Fugit

   I hadn't been over to Jenny and Rob's house for several weeks.  There
was nothing in particular behind that, the runup to the end-of-year
holidays had just filled everyone's schedules.  I tried to touch base with
them every couple of weeks, mostly just to make sure that my life wasn't
about to end - that is to say, that neither of their daughters, not
eleven-year-old Karen nor her nine-year-old sister Renee had said anything
about their Hallowe'en sleepover at my house.  My cock swelled whenever I
recalled the events of that weekend.  It had been Karen's debut as an
actual preteen prostitute.  Her hot, tight pubescent cunt had earned her
first the bodypaint that had made it possible for her to spend Hallowe'en
night trick-or-treating naked, and then over five hundred dollars in cash
from the teenaged gangbang at the end of the evening.  In the course of an
hour she'd swallowed more than a dozen loads of cum and had easily that
many cocks pistoning in and out of her poor abused vagina.  Just watching
the fifth-grader get fucked to exhaustion had been one of the most intense
sexual experiences of my own life.  The sight of her at the end, lying
barely conscious on the hard stone bench, her nearly-bald vulva stretched
wide and literally overflowing with sperm, her leopard-painted face, body,
and her long blond hair all covered in sweat and drying semen, was a
treasured memory for me.  And I'd taken my own turn with her as well before
the night was over.

   Meanwhile that night, Renee had been off having her own little sexual
adventure.  Some neighbor had gotten more than he bargained for when he
cuddled the little girl on his darkened porch.  From the way Renee told the
story, the guy wasn't hoping for more than to cop a quick feel off the
child's cute little body.  Instead he ended up with her mouth bobbing on
the end of his cock, if only for a second before he came all over her face
and himself.  The funny part was, whoever this fellow might turn out to be
he was really only interested in boys.  He was less than happy when the
cute little pirate who just blew him revealed that she didn't have the
equipment for him to return the favor.  I had been thrilled and perversely
proud of the the way my pretty brown-haired niece had come to regard sex as
a completely normal way of relating with adults.  I didn't mind sharing
her.

   Karen hadn't felt so good when she finally dragged herself out of bed
around noon the next day.  She'd been more than a little hungover from the
blackberry brandy I'd given her to insulate her naked body from the cold
Hallowe'en night.  Even after her headache faded and her sour stomach
settled, she'd limped around my house whimpering from the pain in her
stretched pussy.  I'd done my best to distract her by admiring her award
for best costume and making a big deal about all the money she'd earned. 
In truth, over five hundred dollars was pretty good for an evening's work,
especially considering the fifth-grader had whored it all in twenty-dollar
increments.

   It was early that next day that things had gotten a bit out of hand with
Renee, leaving her also a bit sore and a bit disgruntled with both me and
her sister.  With the younger child I'd taken a different tack, spending
the rest of the weekend being loving and affectionate but not particularly
sexual with her.  I'd cuddled her in my lap but restrained myself from
fondling her compact, stocky body.  I told her how much I loved her and
only occasionally emphasized that we were "lovers".  By the drive home she
was clinging to me and when we pulled up in front of her house she gave me
a sweet, quick, open-mouthed kiss in the darkened truck cab.

   Still, when a week and then two went by without hearing from the girls
or their parents, paranoia started to creep in.  Each time the uncertainty
got too great I'd screw up my courage and call and each time I'd get Jenny
or Rob telling me about how busy everything was, and
we-must-get-together-for-dinner-soon.  Normal, but frustrating considering
that I hadn't even talked to my two preteen sex partners in over a month.

   Today a vicious snowstorm had blown in over the mountains.  My crew was
pulled off the job site and back to the office.  Noon looked more like
evening with low, heavy clouds and high winds piling up drifts faster than
the plows could clear them.  I was dividing my attention between the
backlog of paperwork and contemplating what was, under good conditions, a
two-hour drive up and over the south range to get home, when my cellphone
chirped in my pocket.  It was Jenny.  Had I heard the forecast was for the
snow to turn to ice and continue through the night?  I had.  "They just
announced the schools are being dismissed, and they're about to close up
the office here, too.  I bet nothing's moving in this city tomorrow.  I'm
going to swing by and get Rob on the way home.  Why don't you come spend
the night with us?  You'll never get up the mountain and even if you do
it'll take half the night.  C'mon, we haven't seen you in ages.  Renee's
always asking when her uncle's going to come see her, it's so cute." After
making some polite noises about not imposing, I accepted with gratitude and
not a little anticipation.

   I had a two-hour trip anyway; that was how long it took me to cover the
normal twenty-minute drive to Jenny and Rob's house.  As usual, bad
conditions were made infinitely worse by all the people who had no idea how
to deal with them.  I had to deliberately ditch it once to avoid some moron
who thought 4WD made it safe to drive 40 mph under blizzard conditions.  By
the time I got to my destination I was vibrating with tension; it took a
second for me to relax enough to loosen the death-grip I'd unconsciously
taken on the steering wheel.  Jenny's car was parked at the top of the
short, steep driveway, the tire tracks already filled in with fresh snow. I
didn't even try to get my truck up behind her.  I pulled up half on the
sidewalk to optimistically leave room for the snowplows, killed the engine,
and slogged my way carefully up to the door.

   I stepped out of the wet, freezing wind into warmth.  Shedding my coat,
I followed the sound of laughter and smell of hot cocoa into the kitchen.
My worries quickly dissolved as Rob smiled a greeting from the stove and
Jenny got up from the table to pull me into a hug.  We were interrupted by
Renee who cannonballed into us and wrapped her little arms around my hips,
crying my name.  She shoved her small body between us.  Surely it was just
a coincidence that in the press she rubbed her round face back and forth
across my crotch, but I could feel her warm breath through my work jeans.
Jenny laughingly pushed her younger daughter away from us and gestured for
me to sit down.

   My cocoa arrived with a generous dollop of whiskey which made it
especially welcome after the harrowing drive.  We passed a very pleasant
afternoon in the warm kitchen while the blizzard raged outside.  Dinner was
nothing fancy, frozen pizzas doped with extra cheese and some canned
mushrooms and olives.  Renee chattered away to me, drawing repeated urgings
from her parents to pay attention to her food.  Karen was quieter.  She was
sitting around the corner of the table from me.  She didn't act upset or
angry or scared, but neither did she seem particularly happy to see me. 
She mostly looked straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with me, though from
time to time I caught her sneaking glances my way.  She was wearing a
long-sleeved white shirt in a wide-wale ribbed fabric with a vee neck. 
Twin points poked out from her chest, those lovely puffy nipples I so
enjoyed squeezing and sucking.  Her pants were red cotton with tiny flowers
in a lighter red.  They ended with a lace-edged flare at the midpoint of
the eleven-year-old's thin calves.  White pompom socks covered her feet.

   While her parents' attention was momentarily distracted by a fresh
dollop of tomato sauce on her younger sister's tshirt, I experimentally
reached under the table and grasped the child's knobby knee.  I squeezed
gently, opening her legs a little wider and then quickly ran my hand up the
inside of her thigh and back.  I could feel the warmth of Karen's skin
though the thin fabric of her pants.  She looked like she had swallowed a
bug, but she made no attempt to pull away or close her legs.  And was that
a slight flush I saw coloring her cheek?  Interesting.

   During the meal the radio announced that schools were closed tomorrow,
setting off the obligatory celebration from the smaller set at the table.
As we cleared, Jenny told the girls to go upstairs and get their baths and
get ready for bed now, and then they could stay up late and we'd watch some
DVDs.

   We adults were settled on the giant sectional couch that dominated the
family room, fresh drinks in hand, when the girls came back downstairs. 
Renee was wearing a flannel nightgown in a fairly horrifying Christmasy
red-and-green plaid.  She came over to me and gave me a quick kiss but then
burrowed in between her parents along the other leg of the couch's L from
where I sat.  The couch was deep enough that only the child's slippered
feet hung over the lip of the cushions.  Karen was practically swallowed in
a white terrycloth bathrobe.  She was wearing her pink-framed eyeglasses.
Her long blond hair was loose and still damp, and her feet were bare.  To
my surprise, she came and sat beside me.  As the fifth-grader sat back I
looked over, hoping to catch a glimpse down her open robe of her delicious
preteen charms, but nothing doing.  As if divining my intention, the child
pulled her robe tight around her as she sat.  I could smell her, though. 
As always, the delicate scent of soap and baby shampoo and a child's own
essence turned me on, and my cock began to stiffen in my pants.  I shifted
to give it room to expand, and was surprised when Karen caught my eye and
almost too quickly for me to be sure a satisfied smirk played across her
unformed features.  Was the fifth-grader perving on me, instead of the
other way around?  Surely not.  She proceeded to ignore me as I sat
bemused, not participating in the animated discussion which followed about
which movie we should watch.  I let the conversation swirl around me,
enjoying the warmth and good feeling in the room as the wind threw snow
against the windows and rattled them in their frames.

   As the opening sequence for "Shrek 2" lit up the television, Karen
leaned away from me and snagged a large folded quilt from the far end of
the couch.  I thought she was going to wrap herself in it but to my
surprise she spread it over both of our laps, pulling it up over her
shoulders almost to her chin.  I moved to put my arm around her but she
snuggled close, leaning against my shoulder and preventing the move.  Her
knees tented the heavy fabric as she sat Indian-style.  Her left leg rested
on my jeans-clad thigh.  The warmth of her through the denim and the
knowledge that her smooth, nearly-hairless cunt which I had plundered so
mercilessly was just inches away was almost too much.  I pulled the quilt
higher on my chest and used that to conceal my hand adjusting my now
iron-hard boner, trying to find a comfortable position in my tight jeans. I
kept my face towards the tv while watching Jenny and Rob out of the corner
of my eye, to make sure they didn't notice my tumescent discomfort.

   But I had no sooner pressed my cock into place than I felt Karen's soft
hand sliding on top of mine.  Surprise turned to shock as she tugged it
into her own lap beneath the blanket.  As she moved it higher and higher up
her thigh, I felt nothing but smooth skin.  Underneath that thick white
bathrobe the eleven-year-old was naked!  She held my hand hard against her
and I felt her damp, sweaty, hot vulva fill my palm.  Immediately she
started pushing her crotch up against me, and I heard her breath sigh out
in a soft "ohhhhhh".

   Her gyrations were plainly visible beneath the blanket and I jerked my
hand away.  I risked a quick look at Jenny and Rob, but the volume was loud
enough to cover their daughter's sigh of pleasure and they seemed not to
have noticed.  Or at least Jenny didn't say, "would you mind terribly
removing your hand from my daughter's pussy?" so I assumed for the moment I
was in the clear.  But my stomach cramped with anxiety as Karen grabbed at
my hand underneath the blanket and forced it back between her skinny
thighs. "Pleeeeease..." she hissed, so softly that I could barely hear her.
She leaned hard against my shoulder, trapping the arm between us and making
it impossible for me to pull my hand off her slit without making it
obvious. I glanced down at her oval face.  She was looking at the tv, not
me, and even in the dim, blue-washed light I could see faint red smudges
across her cheeks.  "Please," the child repeated between clenched teeth. 
"I need...I can't...you haveta...pleeeAH!" The breath gusted out of her as
she again rotated her pelvis, shoving her cunt against my hand.  Her right
hand joined her left, pressing on top of mine.  She was panting softly.

   My face prickled with mingled arousal and fear, and I felt a trickle of
cold sweat down my sides.  There was no way Karen's parents could fail to
notice me masturbating their daughter just inches away from them, and I
doubted their reaction would be pleasant.  I didn't know why Karen had
decided she needed sex in front of her whole family, but there was no time
to discuss it; I had to settle her down, fast.  I shifted in my seat,
angling my body towards the tv in the far corner of the room and at the
same time turning my shoulder to slightly shield Karen from view of the
rest of her family.  My hand was still pressed against her sweaty little
quim.  I seized her right lip between fingers and thumb and pulled hard. 
The preteen stiffened in her seat, stifling a yelp.  Her head whipped
around to look at me, eyes wide in shock and pain behind her oval lenses.
"Be!  Quiet!" I hissed at her.  I pinched the sweaty elastic skin between
my fingers for just a second, then released it and pressed my hand back
down into her crotch.  I could feel the tension in the tendons of her groin
on either edge of my palm.  The thick terrycloth of her bathrobe trapped
the heat rising from her immature core.

   "You have to be quiet!" I repeated.  "Do you want me to play with your
little cunt?" As I whispered the harsh word, the blush intensified on
Karen's cheek and spread back to the ear I could see.  Still looking
straight ahead, she nodded.  I started to gently massage her baby pussy,
sliding my fingers and palm up and down over her labia.  A sparse wisp of
hair tickled the heel of my hand; she had definitely developed some in the
weeks since Hallowe'en.  Again her hips started to rotate against my hand.
I stopped.  "You have to keep absolutely still.  Do you want Mommy and
Daddy to know what a whore you are?" The child's response was instructive.
Before Hallowe'en, before she purchased a full-bodypaint costume by letting
my friend Nate eat her cunt, before she earned over five hundred dollars by
letting two dozen boys ejaculate into her mouth and vagina, being called a
whore was a crushing blow to her.  It was one of the tools I had used to
emotionally browbeat the fifth-grader on the way to manipulating her into
becoming a whore in fact, But in the wake of that evening, not realizing
how big a part the alcohol I had plied her with had played in her wanton
behavior, it seemed she had completely given in.  "Whore" became an
integral part of her self-image.

   So though the flush across her face didn't fade, Karen didn't quail or
whimper or hang her head in shame when I reminded her what she had become.
Instead, she snuck a quick look past my shoulder to see that her parents
and little sister were still absorbed in the video, then settled against
the couch back.  "No," she answered softly, "but...I gotta..."

   "I know," I whispered, even though I had no idea what she gotta.  I
couldn't understand why she had lost control right now.  "But hold still,
OK?" Karen turned her face back to the tv and nodded ever so slightly.  For
several minutes I just held my hand still on her mound while I pretended to
pay attention to the movie.  I sipped at my toddy with my free hand.  As
much as she liked this film, Renee was a total wigglebutt, and I watched
her provoke Rob into a tickle-fight.  Wedged as she was between him and her
mother, it was one she was bound to lose and did, amid much hilarity.

   Meanwhile, I began stroking just one finger ever so lightly along
Karen's smooth bald slit.  She was already lubricating and her hot cream
wet my fingertip.  I pushed in between her puffy labia only far enough to
touch her inner lips and brush over the hood of her clitoris as my finger
curled upwards.  By the time Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey reached Fiona's home,
the little bud had grown and I could feel it peeking out from under its
tender fleshy hat.  I flicked my finger gently back and forth across it,
coating it with Karen's own juice.

   Karen was doing her best to keep still and quiet next to me, despite the
intensifying shocks of pleasure rippling through her body.  The flush was
spreading across her face and neck again, and I could hear violent
exhalations whistling in her nose.  Except for the heel of my hand resting
on the top of her lightly-fuzzed pubic mound, the only point of contact
between us was my fingertip stroking lightly up and down over her hot,
swollen pleasure button.  A high-pitched, barely-audible groan came from
deep in the preteen's throat as I rolled the slippery nub between thumb and
finger.  Her hands clutched spasmodically at my bicep as I continued to
tease and molest her.  I glanced down once in a while to make sure my hand
couldn't be seen moving beneath the blanket.

   I was able to keep this up for quite a while.  From time to time Karen
would find the temptation to hump against my hand overwhelming and her butt
would start to wiggle or bounce on the couch.  Each time I immediately
released her clitty, withholding further touch until she settled back into
place and the tension drained out of her skinny developing body.  Then I
resumed my gentle rubbing and tugging at her oversized button, stretching
it this way and that and even twisting it.  Sweat sheened the child's high
forehead.  She was gnawing at her lower lip, and her eyes were watering
behind her glasses.  Before long she was practically vibrating with the
effort of resisting need to moan and writhe and cry from the delicious flow
of hot sexual lava burning through her.  Why she put herself in this
position with her parents right here was still a mystery to me, but my
thoughts were clouded as I fought my own battle between arousal and fear of
discovery.  It was getting uncomfortably hot underneath the quilt.  My cock
strained almost painfully in my jeans as I caught a whiff of her adolescent
scent.

   Right when Antonio Banderas was coughing up a hairball, Karen lost the
struggle to conceal her growing agitation.  After twenty minutes of my
slow, teasing stimulation, an orgasm boiled up from her tortured clitty. 
Her hands squeezed almost painfully around my upper arm and she began
trembling violently.  She turned and buried her face against my shoulder
and I felt the hot, moist puffs of her breath as she strained to stay
quiet. The quilt fell down to puddle in her lap.  Fortunately my hand was
still concealed but as she twisted her robe gapped open slightly and a
narrow vee was exposed between her just-budding breasts.  Her skin was
flaming red from the roots of her hair down to the point where her robe
wrapped around her.

   Jenny glanced over and in a panicked attempt to forestall her daughter's
visible sexual climax I pinched down hard on Karen's clitoris, squeezing it
between thumbnail and forefinger.  But instead it had the opposite effect.
The stab of pain came right in the middle of a spasm.  Karen's eyes that
had been half-open squinted tightly shut as the powerful sensations blasted
through her immature body.  It felt like a tiny star had kindled into flame
right on the point of her straining button, and eruptions of nearly
intolerable pleasure smashed into her.  Her little hands grabbed fistfuls
of the quilt and twisted.  "Gggnnnnnh!" She was unable to completely stifle
a high-pitched wordless whine against my shirt.  Beneath the quilt and the
terrycloth robe my fingers were suddenly wet as hot cream oozed out of her
pubescent quim.

   Jenny's voice shocked me back to awareness of the rest of the room. 
"Honey, are you all right?" She was looking across me at her daughter with
concern, taking in the child's flushed and strained expression.

   "Yes, mommy," Karen managed to choke out between deep, sighing breaths.
She trembled, chilled, as her orgasm slowly faded and the tension drained
from her limbs and body.  Under the quilt I stroked my fingers lightly,
calmingly, over her swollen vulva, spreading her secretions all over, down
the inside of each skinny thigh, across the slit I could feel was now
gaping open, and up onto her taut belly.  I pressed my hand against her
abdomen, feeling her shudder as she spoke again.  "I...my tummy hurts a
little,"

   "Do you want me to rub it better?" Jenny patted the couch next to her.
"Come sit next to me and I'll rub it for you."

   "No!" Karen cried, forcefully enough that both Jenny and Rob looked at
her in surprise.  She recovered, though, and repeated "No, mommy, thank
you," more softly.  I gently flicked her swollen clitty beneath the blanket
and chuckled to myself as she shuddered, desperately repressing the little
aftershock of pleasure that stabbed at her.  She looked up at me and for
just a second I saw anger in her eyes.  But then I pushed a finger between
her slippery hot labia under the bathrobe and her mouth dropped open and
her expression emptied as once again the burning in her cunt overwhelmed
her.  "I haveta go to the bathroom," she blurted suddenly and leaped off
the couch, dragging the quilt with her, wrapping it around her lower body
as she fled down the hall.  For an instant my hand was exposed, soaked and
glistening, fingers webbed with her sticky cunt cream.  Quickly and I hoped
casually I tucked it underneath my thigh, raising my other leg and propping
my heel on the edge of the couch cushion to conceal and ease the pressure
on my erection.  Jenny and Rob were looking after their older daughter with
bemusement.  They shared a look over Renee's tousled head.

   "Well," Jenny said quietly after a second, "Someone's getting very close
to becoming a young woman." She smiled over at me in the dim, flickering
light.  "She's been awfully cranky lately.  I was just about that age, and
if she's having cramps now..." she trailed off, flicking her eyes down
towards her younger daughter as a sign she didn't want to discuss Karen's
impending menarche more explicitly just now.  I was sure that was just out
of consideration for the older girl's feelings.  I knew that both children
had got a thorough, age-appropriate education in how their bodies worked,
an education that I had extended somewhat.

   I smiled back at Jenny.  Renee, however, wasn't smiling.  Her small form
was tucked down between her parents on the couch and at the moment she was
ignoring the movie just as we grownups were.  She was looking straight at
me, not scowling exactly, but with her lower lip stuck out and her round
childish features set in an almost sulky expression.  I realized she knew
that I had been playing with her older sister's cunt.  Renee wasn't
normally a jealous child and from the beginning I thought she had realized
that Karen's pleasure was different than her own.  She understood on some
level that I was coercing and manipulating the older girl in a way that
she, with her uncomplicated enjoyment of sex, was not vulnerable to.  But
now I recalled her reactions in my bed that morning after Hallowe'en. 
She'd been upset at the way sex got out of control, with her pummeling my
testicles and me choking her with my cock and punishing her ass - but she'd
gotten even more upset when I'd transferring my attentions to Karen for a
few minutes.  Was she starting to see her big sister as a competitor?  She
was looking at me intensely, eyes narrowed, with a concentration that
seemed almost comical in such a young child.  I looked back and after a
second the third-grader returned her attention to the television as Shrek
and cohort battled for possession of the magic potion.  She brushed her
brown hair back from her face and leaned over against her daddy, hugging
his ample belly.

   * * *

   I half-woke with just a hint of dawn visible through the patio door. 
The dim light was pale and watery, and I could see snow piled up nearly to
chest level against the glass.  I was lying on the couch under the quilt
that Karen had relinquished when she went to bed.  If I pressed my nose to
the right spot on the fabric I could still smell a faint trace of her
pubescent arousal.  I had laid down fully clothed but the house had stayed
warm and in the night I had stripped down to briefs and my unbuttoned
workshirt.  It was cooler now as I rolled over at the unmistakable sound of
Renee's galumphing footsteps, and through groggy eyes saw her shadowed form
negotiating the steps in the dim light.  But my eyes widened with shock as
the child reached the bottom of the staircase and walked over to stand
before me.  Her long brown hair was loose and mussed from sleep, and she
combed her fingers through it as she looked down at me.  She was not
smiling.

   "Renee," I whispered, "Where are your clothes?"