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This and other stories available at /files/Authors/rufusfugit. The Baby Jesus Butt Plug is a real item, though I have no doubt the folks at http://divine-interventions.com/ would be horrified to see the use I've put their fine product to. Jenny's Couch, part 16 (Mg, Mgg, mast, oral, anal, cons, reluc, blasphemy, mindfucking) by Rufus Fugit Nine-year-old Renee, my friend, niece-by-two-degrees-of-marriage, and sex partner, stood before me in the dim predawn. The house was silent except for the muted sussurus of the furnace, pervaded with the eerie post-blizzard quiet after yesterday's snowfall. A slice of sky was visible through the patio door only as a slightly brighter shade of darkness over the snowdrift that was piled most of the way up the glass. The house had cooled off considerably. I was curled up on the giant sectional sofa. The air nipped at my nose but I was still warm enough in my briefs and unbuttoned workshirt under the heavy quilt. As for Renee, she stood with her short arms wrapped tightly around herself. Looking down at her little feet I saw she was wearing white ankle socks. Looking up from there, I saw she was wearing nothing else. Even in the dim orange light from the hall nightlight I could see her dime-sized nipples were crinkled and pointy and gooseflesh covered her arms. She stood with one foot half atop the other, her chubby thighs pressed together. Her puffy, hairless labia pooched out below her childishly rounded belly. Her slit and the little keyhole widening at the top was a darker shadow just at my eye-level. "Where's your clothes, sweetie?" I looked up at the beautiful little girl. She frowned down at me, her long brown hair framing her face and falling over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves. She didn't answer, just looked back with the poker face she had so weirdly perfected. After a few seconds, I tried again. "Wanna snuggle?" I lifted the edge of the quilt I was huddled under. Cold air played over my chest and bare legs. She paused, then nodded. I made an enfolding gesture with the blanket to urge her on, and Renee put one knee on the couch cushion and climbed up. She rolled as she lay down, the cool smooth skin of her back pressing against my hairy chest. I loved the familiar feeling of her head fitting beneath my chin, her butt pressing against my crotch. My penis, which had begun to stiffen at the first breathtaking sight of her, pulsed harder between her cheeks. Since she seemed disinclined to talk, I didn't press her. I wrapped my arm around her and gently stroked her cheek, her pebble-hard nipples, down her stomach just to the top of her chubby mound, and back up. We lay not speaking like that for several minutes as I continued to slowly fondle the child. I could feel Renee's skin warming as she breathed deeply against me. I thought she was falling asleep, but she spoke quietly. "You gave Karen an orgasm last night." I remembered how she had scowled at her older sister's barely-repressed sexual release. "Not really..." I started to say, but she interrupted me, speaking more forcefully. "You did too! I saw her have an orgasm and you were touching her under the blanket! You always say, 'don't lie' but you did!" "Whoa, sweetie, whoa," I brushed the back of my hand over her cheek, neck, and shoulder, feeling the tension in the childish muscles beneath her smooth, olive skin. "I was just starting to say, I didn't give her an orgasm so much as she took one. She took my hand and pressed it into her cunny and she wouldn't let me go." I illustrated by sliding my right hand down Renee's chubby belly to her own smooth little mound, and lower to tickle her labia and her bald slit. She shifted against me, opening her thighs slightly and making a soft, wordless sound in her throat. "I was scared the whole time we were going to get caught, but she made me rub her cunny until she orgasmed. It's a good thing your Mommy and Daddy didn't notice, isn't it?" "If they saw, then you wouldn't be allowed to come over any more." Renee's tone was somewhere between a statement and a question. "That's right. You know we've talked about this. Grownups and little girls aren't supposed to be lovers, and Mommy and Daddy would be mad if they knew. They wouldn't let us see each other ever again. I'd miss you and Karen both so much if that happened, and I'd worry about Karen that she wouldn't be able to learn how to be a good whore without me." "I don't care about Karen. I'm tired of her dumb old whoring." "Okay, I don't think that's true. I know you do care about your sister. Remember back when you saw her masturbating at recess? You told me she was all sad and you wanted me to fix it. You were worried then." As I spoke, I continued gently stroking the length of Renee's body, up and down and around her puppyfat nipples. Even as they warmed the little pebbles continued to erect at my touch. As I passed my fingertips over her labia I began gently working my finger between her fat outer lips, each time pressing just a bit harder as I dragged gently upwards. Each time she was a little warmer, a little damper to the touch. I pressed against the emerging nub and she sighed, crooking her upper leg to open her slit and allow me more complete access to her prepubescent charms. "But - ah! - I'm your lover, not Karen! She's just a dumb old whore!" Renee repeated herself. "Your sister is not dumb!" I whispered forcefully. "I love you Renee, but that doesn't mean I don't love Karen, too. And because I love you both, I have to help you both when you need help. Karen needs help to be a good whore, or she's going to be sad all the time. You understand that, don't you? You don't really want your sister to be sad her whole life, do you?" Renee sighed in frustration as I easily tied her nine-year-old brain in pretzel knots - not that I hadn't said anything that wasn't true, even if much of it was seriously twisted. She wriggled against my cloth-covered penis, now stiffened to full mast, as my penetrating fingers teased pleasure from her moist, sticky preteen cunny. Her breathing had gotten quicker and deeper, almost panting, "Karen's going to need help, and I'm going to help her, and that's that." I continued. "But there's no reason for you to be jealous. I'm not jealous that you put another man's cock in your mouth, and I won't be jealous no matter how many other cocks you suck on, because I know that we're lovers, no matter what. Okay?" As I spoke I began assaulting Renee's baby clitoris directly. The little nub responded, standing up proud as I rubbed it gently. The hot, moist flesh felt exquisite sliding between my thumb and forefinger under the quilt. "OkaAAH!" Renee answered as pleasure fountained up from the tiny bundle of nerve endings. "Oooh, my cunt's tingling. Oooh, keep playing with my cunt. Oooh, I want an orgasm." Renee had gotten well-used to talking through her sexual feelings as I had trained her to; it was such a great turn-on for me to hear her piping childish voice begging me to molest her. Without ceasing my gentle masturbation of the child, I shifted awkwardly so I could tug my briefs down with my other hand. My cock sprang free and slid between Renee's plump ass cheeks. I sighed at the delicious feeling of her cool, smooth skin against my hot organ. I shifted again, and moved myself down so the stalk popped up between her legs. Renee giggled and closed her thighs around it. "Ahh, you made my cock really hard and hot, sweetie," I whispered into her ear. "Will you play with my cock now? Let's both play nice and gentle." The third-grader reached down between her legs and grasped my organ, squeezing it lightly. "What's the word for this time?" she giggled. We had made it a game for me to teach her a new slang term for penis every time she played with mine. "Hmm," I pretended to think. "How about 'boner'? Please play with my boner, Renee. Please touch my boner." Precum was flowing freely, and she smoothed the slippery juice up and down the shaft with her fingertips. As she tugged at my rampant flesh she pressed it over my fingers and against her own weeping baby slit. She wriggled more energetically as I made my first and second fingers into a narrow vee and rubbed gently but firmly down either side of her clitty, spreading her labia apart. Her panting became little moans and her hand clutched hard at my organ. Still she managed to keep her voice down, understanding the importance of quiet with her parents asleep just down the hall. "Ooo! Ooo! OooooOO!" Her small body stiffened then and she started trembling all over. My fingers were suddenly more damp and the sweet, piquant scent of her preadolescent sex juices wafted up under the blanket. Slowly the child relaxed against me, her eyes drifting closed and a gentle smile playing over her face. She heaved a deep sigh. My cock leaped in her little hand. "Oh, you're so cute and sexy when you have an orgasm, Renee. I love you." I nibbled at her ear, and pressed my lips against the two tiny moles on her jawline. Renee lifted up the quilt and looked down to watch her hand sliding gently up and down my shaft. Her fingers didn't go completely around the veiny girth; she could see where her wrist lay alongside that it was just about the same thickness. The head was swollen and turning a darker purple as I felt the barest beginnings of my cum beginning to rise. "I like your boner," Renee said. "It's very hot. I'm rubbing your boner faster now." Suiting word to deed, the third-grader began tugging on it more rapidly, pulling the loose skin up over the circumcised head and letting it slip back through her slimed fingers. "Oh...wait...stop. Stop, Renee," I gasped out. "I'm getting too close to squirting. Where are we going to put the squirt?" Renee obeyed, resting her hand still against the shaft and just squeezing gently. "You can put it in my mouth," she offered. "I don't know. I haven't cum in a while. I think there'll be a lot of it. Do you want to swallow a great big load?" "Like that man on Hallowe'en? Nuh-uh, that's way too much." "Well, we can't make a mess here. If I squirt onto the couch or the blanket, everyone will know you're playing with my penis. Mmmm," I hummed as the child gently twisted her hand around the head of my cock. I was getting perilously close, but if felt so good. "What if I squirt it all on to you, sort of like the very first time we did it, and then you can go clean up?" "No, that's gross. Wait, I know!" And before I could respond, Renee threw the blanket off, bounced off the couch and scampered naked up the stairs. I stared bemusedly after her, feeling the cool air playing around my stalk where her warm hand had just rested. She was gone for three or four minutes. Then she reappeared at the top of the stairs, pulling her older sister along by her hand. Karen was wearing plain white pajamas, a simple sleeveless top that bared her cute bellybutton, and thin pants that came to mid-calf. The eleven-year-old was not an early riser like her sister and she looked barely awake as she stumbled down the stairs behind Renee. Her straight blond hair tumbled loose around her face and over her bare shoulders. Even in the dim light her eyes were squinted with sleep. Renee had a plan. She tugged Karen to stand in front of the couch and left her there for the moment. Then the naked little girl grabbed the quilt and pulled it off me. My penis bounced and swelled in the cool air. She stroked it for a second with her small hand, murmuring "Nice boner, good boner," like it was a favorite pet or something. But then she grabbed my arm and pulled me up to a sitting position. Once I was upright, she stepped in front of me and grabbed my bare thighs. "Scoot forward!" she instructed, and I obeyed. She tried to lever my legs open but I was bound by my underwear. The waistband was stretched just below my scrotum; she pulled them down and off me. I was now naked except for my unbuttoned shirt, sitting slouched with my butt on the very edge of the couch cushion. Renee turned and pulled her older sister forward to stand between my spread legs. She stepped behind her and put her hands on the taller girl's shoulders and pressed until Karen sat down on her knees. Karen seemed to be more than half-asleep, letting herself be manipulated into position without resistance. Once she was kneeling in front of me, Renee pushed the older girl's head forward until her nose bumped against my erect penis. I reached down and wiggled the stalk with my hand, slapping it against her face and forehead. Karen made no response as shiny smears of precum splashed onto her skin, just sat with her eyes mostly closed. Her perky, cherry-sized nipples poked twin points against the thin fabric of her top. Now Renee had everything in place except, apparently, for the crowning glory: herself. She clambered up onto the couch and sat herself on my abdomen, spreading her legs wide. She scooted forwards, pressing her swollen, slightly reddened labia against my shaft. Then she wrapped both hands around it and declared, "Look, I have a penis!" I guffawed as she waved it back and forth in front of Karen's face. She mimicked my action, bopping the older girl on the forehead and cheeks with the stalk. "Karen, I want you to suck my penis!" she announced. But Karen made no move to comply, in fact, she seemed not to've heard, just sat there with her eyes closed and my throbbing cock resting along the side of her nose. Renee was insistent, though. She leaned forward - her puffy labia spreading around my cock as her warm ass pressed against my abdomen - and grabbed a handful of Karen's unruly blond hair. "Karen!" she whispered sharply. "Suck my penis, whore!" The sight of Renee fisting my cock in her little hand like it was her own, and calling her big sister out of her name like that was almost enough to make me shoot right there. My heart raced with the bizarre eroticism of the situation. My breath rasped in my throat as I watched over the third-grader's naked shoulders. Karen's eyes jerked open in surprise when Renee pulled her hair, and for the first time she seemed to take in the situation. But she didn't protest or try to pull away. She just leaned forward and opened her mouth and obediently slid the purple, swollen head of my erection between her generous lips. "Oh, damn," I gasped as Karen's cheeks hollowed and with a wet, sloppy, slurping sound she sucked in my cock down to where Renee's little fist held it angled at her face. It was the loudest sound in the room since I had awoken. I felt her tongue sliding along the underside, pushing my tool around inside her exquisitely hot, wet, eleven-year-old mouth. She pulled off, dragging her teeth ever-so-lightly along the length of the shaft, and then her cheeks puffed out as she plunged back down, tonguing as she went. "Oooooh," I breathed out again as the incredible sensations of being fellated by the pretty blond fifth-grader shot through me. Renee was giggling softly, continuously, as she watched her sister suck on "her" penis. She wriggled her naked body back against my chest and her long, wavy brown hair brushed over my supersensitive skin. Karen's eyes had drifted half-closed again. She looked almost in a trance as her lips moved up and down on the veiny shaft that appeared to sprout from her little sister's naked lap. She was leaning forward, palms flat on the carpet, legs splayed froglike with her butt on the floor. The neckline of her top gapped open and as she moved I caught tantalizing glimpses of her naked chest. I half-expected Renee to rap her on the forehead and command her to "look in my eyes when you suck me, whore!" as I once had, back when I had first introduced Karen to fellatio. I remembered her crouched dazed and naked in the parking lot of her elementary school, overwhelmed with the fantasy of being revealed to all her classmates and teachers as a sex pervert. I remembered the way her round blue eyes had pleaded with me as I held the back of her neck and gently pushed my penis into her mouth for the very first time. But Renee just kept giggling. And before long the sensations and the memories were too much for me to hold back. I felt myself tense. "Here it comes," I choked out and then my legs stiffened and I rose up on my toes and arched forward against the couch and I fired the first heavy shot of ejaculate at the back of the preteen's throat. "UH! UH! UUUUH!" I grunted with each spasm, eyes screwed tight shut against the almost unendurable pleasure. I heard and felt Karen swallowing repeatedly as I shuddered through my orgasm. I had spoken truly to Renee; it had been quite a few days since I had last cum and my load was heavy and thick. Finally, I was spent. I slumped back against the couch. Renee fell back against me, still giggling, her back cool against my sweaty chest. As my eyes slowly refocused I saw Karen sitting in the same position, eyes still half-closed, mussed hair falling forward to frame her face. She let her lips slacken and my wilting penis slid out of her mouth. Her chin was covered with thick, gooey globs of semen. And there she sat, not moving except for the way her shoulders heaved with her deep, even breathing. I rolled sideways, spilling Renee off my lap and onto her back, and pressing my body on top of her much smaller form. She spread her legs wide, wrapping them around my stomach and linking her heels high on my back as I bent down and kissed at her lips. "That was a really good idea, Renee," I praised her. "You made Karen suck my boner - our boner," I chuckled, "really well. But I have to talk to Karen now. You just stay quiet and watch, okay?" "Okay," she agreed, nodding as her long hair fanned out across the cushion. As I swung my legs over and stood, she rolled on to her side and propped up her head on her elbow. Her other hand crept down to her bald crotch and she pressed her fingers lightly against her flushed, swollen labia, rubbing slow circles on the damp skin. After a few seconds, she reached over and tugged the quilt over her lower body, leaving her round belly and chest exposed to the cool air. I knelt down beside Karen, just watching her breathe for a moment. I reached out and very gently gathered her hair back over her shoulders so I could see her face and so she wouldn't get cum smeared in it before breakfast. She was leaning further forward now, resting her head against the edge of the couch. "Karen," I whispered in her ear. "Karen, why did you make me touch your babycunt last night?" For a moment I thought the child wasn't going to answer. But after a few seconds she took a breath and whispered back, "My babycunt was sooooo hot. I needed an orgasm." Her voice was flat and slow, like she was not quite awake. As she spoke I could see a single string of cum still clinging between her beautiful red lips. Her cheeks were rosy in the pale, growing dawn light. "But why right in front of Mommy and Daddy like that? Don't you know they could've seen us?" Karen nodded her head against the couch. "Do you know how much trouble we would've been in?" Again, a nod. "Then why?" The child simply repeated, "My babycunt was sooooo hot." "Yes, but why was it so hot last night?" I insisted. "Haven't you been fucking since I saw you last?" I sort of blew into her delicate ear as I whispered the harsh swear word, and I thrilled to see a small shudder pass through the child's thin shoulders. She shook her head once, rolling her forehead side to side against the cushion. "Well, ok, have you at least been masturbating?" Again, Karen shook her head but said nothing. "Well, why not?" I demanded. "Karen, we talked about this a long time ago. There's nothing wrong with a hot babycunt. It's natural, especially for a whore like you. And it's natural to play with it or fuck when it gets hot, and then you feel better. Why haven't you been doing anything?" I loved talking to Karen like this, speaking so casually and brutally about her most personal feelings. It turned me on immensely to emphasize to Karen just how thoroughly I understood her out-of-control sexuality. Of course I understood it. I had caused it. I had found a naive eleven-year-old, just discovering the pleasures of her body's nascent sexual response and turned her childish guilt at being caught diddling herself into an engine that devoured everything in its path, to the point that within weeks the formerly innocent girl was parading herself drunk and naked before strangers, fucking anonymous teenagers and sucking their cocks for money, having sex with me on command and proudly referring to herself as "a total whore". "Why not?" I insisted. Karen said nothing, just slowly shook her head. But then tears welled up beneath her closed lids and spilled down her cheeks. I stroked a comforting hand down her back, then up under her short pajama top, tracing the knobs of her spine. She shuddered at my touch, and the tears dripped onto the carpet. Finally, she spoke in a choked, breathy whisper. "I...I don't want to be a whore." Before I could speak she stumbled on. "It's, it's too hard. It's too much. My...cunt is hot all the time. In school, in church, when I go to bed...I can't think of anything else, I can't make it stop. I wanted to ask a boy to fuck me but I was scared he'd tell and...it's just too much. I just want it to stop. I want it to stop!" She was sobbing quietly now, her cum-smeared chin wobbling as she spoke. "I prayed to God to make me not a whore. I promised Him, I promised I'd stop touching myself if He'd just make me not a whore, and so I didn't touch my cunt for almost three weeks, almost three weeks until last night, but then I...I...I just had to..." Apparently there had been a little backsliding since the last time I had seen Karen. "You asked God to make you not a whore?" I asked. The child nodded miserably. I made my voice stern and low. "Karen, I'm terribly disappointed in you. Didn't we talk about this before? Didn't we?" She sobbed harder, but nodded her head slightly. "God made you a whore on purpose, Karen, because He knows what's best for you. Don't they tell you that in church? God knows what's best for us?" She nodded again. Tears continued to flow down her face. Her eyelashes were matted and wet. Her nose was starting to run. "Well, there you have it. And you prayed NOT to be a whore? What a terrible thing to do." I spoke softly but implacably. "It's like if I gave you a present and you threw it back in my face. Except, you're doing that to God. Is that really what you want to do? Is it?" The poor girl barely managed to choke out a "no" and then she was crying full out. I pulled her to me in a hug, both to offer her comfort and to muffle the sound of her bawling. Her spermy chin smeared into my chest hair. I held her and rocked her against me and stroked her hair gently, inhaling her warmth and her scent, and she gradually calmed. I kissed her on the top of her head. "I have a present for you, Karen. I didn't know when I bought it how much you would need it, but I'm glad you told me how confused you are, because this will help you." I gently untangled myself from the child, placing her back squatting on the carpet as she had been. I reached behind me to my backpack under the coffee table, and rooted around, feeling for the two objects that were clearly not work-related. I placed the first one in her hand. It was a small statuette, less than 5 inches tall, of a swaddled infant with a beatific smile. The wrappings flowed down into a flat base so it could stand unassisted. Karen ran her fingers over the cool silicone, turning it over and around and examining it carefully. "It's...Jesus?" she asked, looking questioningly at me. "That's right," I said, "It's the baby Jesus. But it's a special Jesus, just for you, just to help you." "How?" "I'm going to show you right now. Hold out your hand." As I spoke I uncapped the other item I'd fished out of my pack, a tube of Astroglide, and I squirted a large dollop of the clear gel into Karen's hand. "Rub that all over Jesus, Karen. Get him nice and slippery." Obediently, Karen closed the statuette in her hand to spread the clear goo over it. I chuckled to myself as she felt the familiar shape in her hand and I saw the dawning realization in her eyes. I took Jesus from her suddenly nerveless grasp. I pressed my hand between her shoulderblades, gently pushing her forehead back down against the couch, and leaned over to speak in her ear. "Now, take down your pajama bottoms for me, Karen. Just a little bit." Karen turned her head to look at me and I saw the realization turn to fear in her wide blue eyes. "No," she whimpered, "please, no, I don't want..." I cut her off. "Are you rejecting my gift? Karen, are you going to turn back both a gift from me AND a gift from God at the same time? Is that really what you want to do? Is that what a friend would do?" "No..." she repeated, but I couldn't tell if she was refusing or answering me, and I don't think she knew either. "Do as I tell you, Karen," I insisted softly. Tears welled in the fifth-grader's blue eyes again, spilling diagonally down her face as she laid her cheek against the cushion. But slowly, her hands crept to the waistband of her thin pajama bottoms and she pulled them down in back, baring her pale, smooth ass to me. Her knees were bent, feet splayed out on either side as she crouched. Her butt was just barely off the carpet, but it was enough. The light had risen while we had talked, and the part of the glass patio doors not covered by the snowdrift was now fairly bright. I could see down Karen's ass crack quite well. I leaned over and laid my face next to hers, resting my cheek on the edge of the couch cushion. I took the Baby Jesus Butt Plug in my right hand and slid the tip of it down between her cheeks, probing for her anus. She whimpered softly and shivered at the feel of the cool, lubricated silicone. "Shhhh..." I whispered, and brushed my lips ever so slightly across hers as I pushed and twisted. Karen groaned as she felt the butt plug pressing at her asshole. She clenched and her body tensed, but I patiently worked it back and forth, rotating it gently, until with a sigh of surrender she relaxed and I penetrated her ass. I pushed steadily and the plug slid in, seating with the narrow bit just stretching her sphincter and the wide base pressing against the tender skin of her behind. I twisted it slowly and the child grunted softly as she felt the sculpted ridges of the face and swaddling moving against her rectum. It was just like Hallowe'en - she felt full back there, like she had to poop, and a dull, burning pain that slowly faded as her pubescent body accustomed itself to the invader. And just like Hallowe'en, the movement sent little ripples and shocks through her abdomen, becoming just the slightest of tingles in her aching clitoris. Slight, at first, but then growing stronger. "Noooo," Karen moaned, softly, despairingly, as she felt her oversensitive sex betraying her yet again. She writhed, trying to find some way to remove the friction from her preteen clitty. "Oh, yes," I contradicted her. "That's just what you want, Karen. That's God's gift to you. Don't reject it, pray for it. Pray to God now, Karen." As I spoke I grasped the butt plug's base firmly and began working it more vigorously in and out against her sphincter as I twisted it. "Pray to God, say, 'God, fuck my ass'," I instructed her. Karen was weeping again, weeping with frustration and anger, weeping at the way her body had betrayed her and now (I had convinced her) God had betrayed her. But she obeyed. In a choked, hoarse voice, she whispered, "God, fuck my ass." She repeated it at my command, interspersed with little grunts and moans as I worked the plug harder and harder. "God, fuck my ass. God, fuck my ass. Oh, God, ow, fuck my ass, ow, ow!" Her eyes were red and swollen and her face was tracked with tears and snot. But as she groaned and whimpered through the continuing anal violation, I saw her hips start to move, her thighs tensing and relaxing. And then her right hand stole tentatively, reluctantly to her belly and down, sliding under the stretched waistband of her bottoms, down to her crotch. Karen lifted up a little to ease her access. I could tell exactly the moment that her fingers slid down over her sparse tuft of pubic hair and touched her swelling clitoris. Her eyes widened, almost in fear, and her breath caught in her throat. "Thaaat's it," I crooned and quickly, lightly, kissed her cheek. "Goood girl, you know what to do now, touch your little pussy, rub it and make yourself feel good, God wants you to feel sooo goood..." I trailed off as Karen's skinny wrist started to move rhythmically up and down, up and down, and she started to rock herself on her thighs to meet the motion. I moved around behind her, pressing gently on the small of her back with one hand as I kept the other busy twisting and pistoning the butt plug. Karen's whimpers gradually became sighs and then soft moans of pleasure. She began turning her head back and forth. Then she gasped loudly and I heard the familiar squishing, sliding sound of her finger pushing into her preteen vagina. She paused for a second to adjust to the double penetration, then began to fingerbang herself with increasing vigor until she was bouncing up and down on the carpet, moaning and crying out softly, still chanting "God, fuck my ass! God, God, God!" until her entire body went rigid and her voice rose in pitch to a pinched breathy squeak. She shivered from head to toe as spasms of pleasure tore through her, radiating from her clit and her penetrated vagina. They filled her with a dark, terrible light that - just for a moment - blotted out the fear, the anger, the despair, leaving just the pleasure behind. The child shuddered and went limp, collapsing forward against the couch. I drew a shaky breath myself. I realized I was sweating again and my cock was iron-hard, pressing against my briefs. Watching Karen surrender herself to her demons - demons that I had created - left me aching for release. But there was no time to indulge myself. The morning was getting too far advanced, and Jenny and Rob would be awakening soon. I sat back on my heels and looked around. As intense as the experience had been for Karen and for me, for Renee it was apparently more of the same, just more of her big sister's "dumb old whoring" - she was asleep on the couch, mouth open, little titty peaks pointing at the sky, snoring ever so slightly as her nude chest rose and fell. I reached up and gently tweaked one tiny nipple. "Hey, kiddo," I said. "Time to wake up." She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Why don't you go on back to your room and get dressed? I have to help Karen clean up, then we'll all make breakfast. Would you like to learn how to make pancakes and surprise Mommy and Daddy?" She nodded vigorously and, going from zero to fireball in her characteristic nothing flat, threw off the quilt and headed for the stairs at a dead run. The ankle socks that were still her only garment flashed in the growing daylight. It was almost full morning, I realized. Time to get moving. I hitched up Karen's PJs and lifted her to her feet. She was dazed, unresisting in her afterglow. Her right hand was still down the front of her pants, and a dark stain was spreading across the crotch. I guided her up the stairs to the children's shared bathroom, where I stripped her PJ bottoms from her. I pressed the soaked crotch to my face, inhaling her sweaty scent. It was so delicious, I couldn't resist sucking some of the drenched fabric into my mouth and letting her thick cream coat my tongue. Karen stared down at me blankly, digging her toes into the fluffy rug, naked from the waist down. Her vulva was shiny, the inner lips smeared with cream and more prominent than the last time I had seen her nude. Her thighs were streaked with wetness. Her sparse, downy pubes were matted with her secretions. Her clitty was dark with blood and swollen, standing out. I blew gently across it once and saw it throb visibly in response. "Get down on your knees, honey," I said kindly. I pushed her forward until her head rested on the floor as well, then guided her hand back to feel where the butt plug's base protruded from her ass. I wrapped her fingers around it. "Now, pull on it gently, Karen. Pull on it, and at the same time push with your butt muscles like you're trying to poop." She obeyed, groaning as she tugged. Her sphincter expanded and stretched and slowly, the plug slid out of her ass. "Good job!" I praised her. Then I showed her how to wash it off with soap and warm water. I told her how important it was to keep clean so that she wouldn't get an infection from using it. "Now, Karen, I want to see you put it back in your butt, because I want you to be able to use it when I'm not here." At that, the fifth-grader balked slightly. "But...I don't...I mean, it only works when you help, help me..." She trailed off, blushing furiously. Even after months of conditioning her to believe that it was perfectly proper for me to guide her through ever-wilder sexual adventures, she still sensed on some level that it was deeply wrong. "That's the point, Karen. You have to learn how to do it yourself, so you can have orgasms on your own that will keep you happy. Now, bend over, just like that." I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pushed, so she bent from the waist. I put my hand over hers holding the instrument and guided it back behind her. "Pry your cheeks apart with the other hand, good. Now, push. Push!" And again, the young girl groaned as she felt her anus violated, this time by her own efforts. Fortunately she was still loose enough back there for it to slide in unlubed. "Good girl!" I beamed at her. She straightened up, wincing slightly, and I kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, I want you to take it out and clean it again, and then you can get dressed. Here's the thing, though - I want you to use it on Sunday when you go to church." "No!" she gasped, horrified at the idea of sitting through the long service, the sermon, then Sunday School, surrounded by the pastor and lay leaders and all her friends there, with her rectum stretched and her clitty thrumming. "Yes," I insisted. "You're going to wear it every Sunday until I'm convinced you're really ready to accept God's plan for you." Still, she shook her head, so I continued, "Karen, you have to. Please trust me, it'll be better before long. I want you to be happy being a whore like God made you, and this is the only way. So you have to do it. Understand? You have to. Now, tell me what you are." The sun had risen on a clear day. The storm was gone and out the bathroom window, Karen could see a landscape covered in brilliant white. A sunbeam warmed her bare legs as she looked up at me. Her chin trembled a bit, but she knew she had to say it. "I'm a whore. I'm a whore like God made me." "Good girl, good girl." I pulled the child into a hug and held her hard against me, holding her secure for just those few, precious seconds. "Now, do you know how to cook bacon?" She nodded. "Great! Come on downstairs when you're dressed, and you and me and your sister are going to make a surprise breakfast for Mommy and Daddy!" I bent down and kissed her on the top of her tousled head. As I closed the bathroom door, I saw her bending down and reaching back to grab at the butt plug.