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   Jenny's Couch, part 18 (Mg, ped, cons, oral, anal) by Rufus Fugit

   I awoke with the sun in my eyes and a song in my heart.  It wasn't
really much of a song.  It was kind of tuneless and the only words were,
"Thank God it finally stopped fucking raining!"

   I was lying on my back on an air mattress on the living room floor of
the timeshare condo.  The sun was an orange crescent just peeking over the
shoreline, framed in the large floor-to-ceiling windows on the east wall.
The bit of sky visible through the skylights set in the sharply pitched
ceiling was deep blue and cloudless.

   We had arrived at the beach two mornings ago in a torrential downpour.
It had rained relentlessly all that first day and most of yesterday.  At
first I'd been thrilled just to be well away from the winter weather, but
even a warm rain is still rain and when it's hard enough that you're
completely soaked within 5 feet of your front door, it gets tedious. 
Jenny, Rob, the girls and I had played cards until we were sick of it,
watched tv until we were sick of it, baked and eaten cookies until we were
sick of them.  I suspected that eleven-year-old Karen was even getting a
little sick of masturbating.  She had shut herself in the bathroom so often
on the first day that Jenny had asked her again if her stomach was upset.
The smallish condo was just too close quarters with all of us housebound.
And through it all, just off the back porch was the beach and the surf,
sand and water pockmarked by the driving rain.  It was beautiful even under
the leaden grey skies and infuriatingly tantalizing.

   The rain had finally tailed off overnight and today was dawning clear
and sunny and hot.  I stretched slowly and sat up, groping for my watch
next to the mattress on the pale turquoise carpet.  I padded barefoot to
the kitchen and got a drink of water.  I was wearing a pair of pajama
shorts festooned with the logo of a popular yet vile brand of tequila.  I
was shirtless and the air conditioning blew cool on my naked back and
chest. I put the glass in the sink, walked down the short hall to the
bathroom and peed.  Standing in the bathroom doorway, Jenny and Rob's
bedroom was to my right.  The door was half open and I could see them
tangled in the covers on the king-sized bed.  Jenny was snoring softly and
Rob, as was normal, looked dead.

   The door to the girls' room was directly across the hall from the
bathroom.  My heart started pounding as without conscious volition, my hand
came up and slowly turned the doorknob.  I pushed the door open gently,
wincing as the hinges creaked slightly.  The heavy curtains were closed and
the room looked black at first, but as I stood in the doorway and my eyes
adjusted the forms of the sleeping children gradually emerged.  Karen was
lying on her back on top of the covers.  Her coltish legs were bare and
slightly spread.  Her thin shorty pajamas were pulled tight across her
preteen crotch, displaying a tight little cameltoe.  Her top had ridden up
slightly, erotically exposing a band of her lightly muscled abdomen.  Like
her mother, the fifth-grader was snoring slightly.  Her chest, capped with
the delightful perky little points of her growing nipples, rose and fell
regularly.  I stepped between the two single beds and looked down at her.
Her long blond hair was bound into a tight, waist-length braid that curled
away across her pillow.  I knew the feel, the smell, the taste of every
inch of her barely-pubescent body.  My cock stiffened as I imagined
kneeling down onto the narrow bed, nudging her knobby knees apart, and
settling my adult weight between her skinny thighs.  Of all the ways I had
screwed the child since I had first taken her virginity, I had never yet
given her a wake-up fuck.  It was madly tempting, even with - especially
with - her parents sleeping just on the other side of the bedroom's thin
walls.

   But no - I wasn't yet ready to relieve her tension.  The enforced
inactivity of the past two days was working to my advantage.  With her
mother worried about her digestion, Karen had had little chance to
masturbate for over 24 hours, and I knew that her barely-furred cunt would
be hot, her baby clitty throbbing and begging for attention.  The past
months of unrelenting mental and sexual abuse had brought the pretty blond
fifth-grader to a near-constant state of arousal and concomitant emotional
turmoil as she struggled and repeatedly lost the fight to resist her body's
urges.  Still, I couldn't resist dropping to my knees next to the bed.  I
tugged the leg of Karen's pj shorts to the side.  She was pantiless beneath
them, her cunt exposed to my greedy gaze.  Her slit was open and her inner
lips looked slightly raw and irritated.  The skin was dusted with the
white, flaky dried residue of her lubrication.  Even in sleep the hood of
her clitoris stood out and the fleshy bud was partially erected beneath it.
One hand was flung up over her head but the other one rested next to her
thigh on the pastel bedspread and I could see her fingers were also covered
with her dried secretions.

   I pushed my face into Karen's exposed crotch and inhaled deeply.  Her
cunt and the thin pajama fabric were redolent of her adolescent juices. 
The familiar, slightly pungent scent of the eleven-year-old's arousal
filled my sinuses and my cock sprang to full stiffness in response, tenting
out the thin fabric of my own pjs.  Karen was a heavy sleeper.  As my beard
rubbed against her inner thigh she shifted slightly and sighed but showed
no other sign of awareness.  Almost regretfully, I lifted my head and
turned to look at her younger sister, Renee, asleep in the other bed.

   Renee was on her stomach.  One leg was underneath the covers but she had
mostly kicked them off in her sleep.  She was wearing a pale blue
short-sleeved nightgown.  Her thick, wavy brown hair was loose and spilled
across her back.  Her face was turned towards me, one fist pressed against
her chin.  I gently gathered her hair and brushed it to the side.  Her
shoulder blades poked up, emphasizing the smooth, sweet, vulnerable sweep
of her back and the rise of her rounded bubble butt.  Her white panties
were visible through the thin fabric of her nightie.  I stroked my hand
down her back, over her delightfully plump little ass, and down one bare
leg to her calf.  Then I dragged my fingers slowly back up until I reached
the sweet junction of her thighs.  I rubbed, feeling the warmth from her
nine-year-old bald slit through her panties, pushing gently at the smooth,
firm flesh of her labia majora.

   Slightly chubby thighs closed around my hand, trapping them against
delightful heat.  I looked up to see that Renee's eyes were open and she
was favoring me with her best poker face.  The child had been pretty cool
towards me since we had arrived; I had not had even a moment's privacy to
apologize for ejaculating into her mouth without warning during the car
trip, and explain that it hadn't been deliberate.  I didn't think she'd
quite forgiven me.  "Hey," I said quietly, "The rain stopped and it's
really nice outside.  Want to take a walk and show me the beach before
breakfast?"

   Whatever grievances the child had against me, I had her at "the rain
stopped".  She bounced up onto her knees in the bed and clapped her hands
together.  I had to reach out and trap her hands between my much larger
palms.  "Shhh!" I urged her.  "Let's not wake everyone."

   Chastened, Renee nodded.  I kept hold of one of her hands and tugged her
off the bed and towards the door.  Her nightgown fell to mid-thigh when she
stood.  She started to pull back, pointing towards the bureau where she had
stuffed her clothes all higgledy-piggledy.  I resisted, finally leaning
down until our foreheads were almost touching to say, "You can go out in
your nightie.  It's so early, no one will see.  Besides, it covers more
than your bathing suit!"

   The child trailed me back through the living room.  I paused at my
suitcase to slip on a virulently magenta Hawaiian shirt, checking that the
items I had packed in its pocket were still there.  I left the shirt
unbuttoned.  We stepped out onto a small screened porch and I closed the
door gently and quietly behind me.  A forest of tubes and bottles of
sunscreens sprouted from a basket next to the door.  I grabbed a tube of
high SPF and squirted some into one hand.  Dabbing with the fingers of my
other hand, I applied the coconut-smelling goo liberally to Renee's
forehead, nose, and cheeks.  I rubbed it onto and behind her ears and
around her neck.  I squirted out more, rubbing it between both hands and
massaging it into each thin arm in turn.  From behind I slid my hands
underneath her nightgown, slick fingers briefly tweaking the
nine-year-old's tiny, dime-sized nipples.  My cock started to stiffen again
as Renee squirmed.  "I don't need sun cream there," she announced.  "It's
covered up."

   "Ok, sweetie," I knelt and gently kissed the back of her ear, tasting
chemical coconut.  She stood passive as I hugged her and kissed down from
her ear along the unformed line of her jaw to the two little moles. 
"You're just so pretty, I want to touch your boobies all the time.  I'm so
happy we're lovers." I bent to smear more lotion on her bare feet, between
her stubby toes, and up her legs.  My penis throbbed as I rubbed the
child's firm, smooth flesh.  My hands easily encircled her thigh.  I let my
fingers roam above the hem of her nightgown but I stopped before reaching
her panties.  Then I stood and Renee watched me quietly as I proceeded to
anoint myself.  I could see she was thinking about my last declaration.

   Once we were both thoroughly greased I took Renee's hand again and
stepped through the screen door.  The condo had a tiny narrow backyard,
fenced off from the identical tiny backyards of the adjoining units.  We
started down the long wooden staircase built over the dune that fell away
down to the beach.  Halfway down the stairs was a wide landing with a
battered set of patio furniture - a round table with a furled umbrella,
four upright chairs and a sun lounger.  The stairs were steep and Renee
kept hold of my hand and held the railing with her other hand as she
stepped carefully down the risers.

   The sand squeaked under my feet as I stepped off the stairs.  It was
fine and bright white and already warming.  The sun had barely cleared the
horizon but the day was shaping up to be a hot one.  The air smelled of
salt and seaweed that the storms had washed up in thick, ropy tangles at
the tide line.  Renee flung her short arms in the air and took off running,
her long brown hair flying behind her.  She raced to meet the mild surf
rolling in, then stopped and leaped back, shrieking with laughter, as it
rolled over her toes.  Her childish enthusiasm was infectious and I grinned
and took off after her.  I swept her up in my arms, swinging her around as
I stepped into the water.  I swung her lower until her toes just grazed the
foam, only to raise and drop her again.  When I started to get dizzy I
pulled her to me, supporting her warm little butt with one hand with my
other arm across her back.  Her legs went around my waist and her arms
around my neck.  I lowered her a bit, pushing her nightie up and pressing
the crotch of her panties against my own pjs.  "Mmm," I hummed softly as my
penis responded to her warmth, but I stepped out of the surf and put her
down before my arousal became obtrusive.  We were not alone on the beach.
There were no sunbathers yet, but a number of dog walkers and joggers were
visible in both directions.

   "Let's go this way." I indicated westward, away from the rising sun, and
I took the nine-year-old's hand in mine again as we walked on the damp sand
at the water's edge.  "Listen, Renee, I want to tell you I'm sorry," I
started, then paused to let two middle-aged women with a gamboling Doberman
pass us in the other direction.  "I'm really sorry I squirted in your mouth
in the car.  I didn't mean to." Renee looked up at me with a serious
expression on her face.  "You're just so good at sucking my cock that I
couldn't help myself." Speaking so crudely about sex to the brown-haired
third-grader, even as our involvement had expanded over the past months far
beyond talk, still gave me a tremendous erotic charge.  Doing it outside
like this, where passers-by saw us as a father with his innocent young
daughter, knowing that I had touched and tasted every inch of the the
child's body, knowing that that childish mouth had swallowed my jizz, made
it all the more powerful.  I continued, "But I know you don't like the
taste very much, and I should've been more careful, so I'm sorry."

   We had stopped walking as I spoke, and stood holding hands while surf
hissed over our toes.  The sun was already hot on my shoulders through the
thin shirt.  Renee looked up at me, her hazel eyes wide and thoughtful. 
She wasn't used to grownups apologizing to her and I watched her process
it. "I accept your apology," she said first, just as her parents had taught
her was polite.  "It tastes okay," she continued, "I just don't like when
there's a whole lot of it.  It makes me choke, and it's yucky when it goes
all over my face."

   I was silent as a fat jogger lumbered past, his belly burned
lobster-red. He did a mild double-take at the little girl in her nightgown,
but it was still early enough in the day to not be really unusual.  "You
know, if you hold your tongue just right you can keep it from choking you."
I squatted down so Renee could see me demonstrate, opening wide and
pressing the tip of my tongue against the roof of my mouth.  "See?  If you
do that when you feel the boy starting to squirt, it'll all just bounce off
your tongue and run out of your mouth." She imitated me, holding her tongue
up behind her slightly outsize permanent front teeth.  She looked so
beautiful standing there.  The sunlight made her thin nightie
semitransparent as it fluttered in the light breeze.  My vision narrowed to
the sight of Renee's bright hazel eyes, her rosy cheeks, her red lips open
and waiting.  My heart pounded in my ears and my penis was aching for
release.  For the moment we were alone on this stretch of beach and I
couldn't contain myself.  "Let's try it out!" I stood swiftly and fished my
fully erect penis out of my pj shorts' open fly.  I bent it down with one
hand and rocked my hips forward and before Renee had time to react at all
the swollen mushroom head was between her lips.

   I gasped and my entire body stiffened as my glans was enveloped by the
wonderful heat and moisture of the child's mouth.  The tip butted up
against the underside of her tongue.  Her teeth scraped lightly over the
ridge and her stretched lips rubbed against the shaft.  Renee made a
wordless squeak of surprise, muffled of course by the thick tube of flesh
filling her mouth.  The vibration further inflamed me.  She tried to pull
back but I grabbed her bare shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other
gently around the back of her head, holding her in place standing straight
with her nose just about level with my bellybutton.  She looked up at me,
eyes wide and startled.  "Ohhhh, Renee, that feels so good," I praised her.
"Be my lover now, suck my thingy, please suck it." I moved my organ
fractionally back and forth in the young girl's mouth.  Even that small
friction gave me a huge jolt of pure pleasure.  My praise and encouragement
seemed to calm her.  She had been taken by surprise by the suddenness of my
assault but not by the form it took.  She had come to accept as completely
normal that adult men would put their penises into little girls' mouths. 
Her protest became a playful "mmm-mmm." Precum started flowing, and she
opened wider and made a long slurping sound as saliva bubbled out around my
shaft.  I inhaled the warm salt air deeply into my lungs, looking down at
the night-clad little girl standing before me in the sand, on the long open
beach, her jaws stretched wide around my tumescent organ.

   "Okay.  Okay," I was fighting the urge to just jam myself down the
child's throat, remembering my goal was to make her more willing, not less,
to fellate me.  "Okay," I gulped once more.  "Now, the boy's going to want
to put his thingy into your mouth as far as he can so it's up to you to
keep him from choking you.  What you do, is hold it just as far down as you
want.  I took her little hand and wrapped it around my shaft just where it
disappeared into her wide-stretched mouth.  Her fingers were soft and warm.
I pressed into her to demonstrate.  "See?  Now it won't go in any further."
I had taught Karen this same lesson months ago.  In that case, though, the
older sister had just finished reciting, "I'm a whore.  Whores suck cock.
I'm a cocksucking whore," at my command and she had been trembling, almost
crying with humiliation as she knelt naked before me, my cock bobbing in
her face while I reclined on their giant couch.  For Renee, though, this
was just another skill to master like riding a bicycle or long division. 
She attached no particular moral content, nor felt any guilt.  As long as
it was fun for her, or at least not disgusting, she was fine with it.  Her
nostrils flared as the ring of her thumb and finger pressed against her
lips and she nodded slightly to show she understood.

   A speedboat went skipping by over the moderate swell, perhaps a hundred
yards offshore.  I could see the pilot shading his eyes against the rising
sun as he looked inland.  I waved at him, then placed both hands on top of
the child's head, gently combing my fingers through her long brown hair as
I felt the first stirrings of my climax rising.  "Ahhh...now use your
tongue like you do.  Oh, yeah!  That's good, that feels good.  And when you
hold a thingy in your hand, you'll feel it kinda swell up when the boy's
ready to squirt and you'll know to do like I told you.  But...ah!...don't
pull back, then squirt won't splash on your face." I groaned and my knees
started to buckle as the little girl followed my instructions.  She rolled
her head on her slender neck, rotating her lips around my tool and lashing
her tongue back and forth across my pisshole.  I glanced wildly around;
another jogger was approaching in the distance off to my left so I angled
my body the other way; Renee shuffled her bare feet sideways in the sand to
keep her mouth impaled.  The jogger was getting too close, but I was too
far gone to pull away.

   "Oh!  Oh, yeah!  Renee, here it comes, I'm gonna squirt now, here
it...AIIEGH!" I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut, legs trembling, as
my orgasm rocketed up my spine and I fired a sticky payload into the
third-grader's mouth.  I shuddered and gasped with each shot.  I felt the
child's tongue pressing against my cockhead as I'd instructed her.  After
three spasms I opened my eyes and looked down.  Renee's eyes were crossed
as she concentrated on the jumping tube of flesh in her hand.  Cum was
oozing out all around her lips and when I grunted and squirted a last load
into her mouth it dribbled right back out.  I drew a shuddering breath as
the child's cheeks hollowed and she pulled off my cock with a long, wet
slurp.  A quick glance to the left showed the jogger barely a hundred feet
away.  I yanked at my shorts to cover my sticky erection and turned Renee
so we showed our backs to him and my body blocked the child's.  As the
imperative of the sexual flush drained out of me, a wave of fear washed
over me.  What the fuck was I doing, having a nine-year-old blow me on a
public beach.  Was I insane?  My knees went weak with paranoia; my
overwhelming urge was to run but I had just enough self-control left to
realize my best chance was to act normal.  As I had told Karen on
Hallowe'en, if you act like you have something to hide people will look to
see what you're hiding.

   "Wow, you're a good cocksucker!" I praised Renee in a low, shaky voice.
"I love you so much." Renee looked up and favored me with a rare smile. 
Her lips were dripping with sticky white ejaculate and blobs of semen
coated her chin thickly.  I cupped my hand over the gooey mess as the
jogger slogged past us.  "Careful, now, don't get any on your pretty
nightie!" I swiped her chin clean into my cupped palm.  Renee licked her
lips as I led her up the beach.  I collapsed cross-legged in front of a
little pool left by the receding tide, and pulled the child down into my
lap.  She sat sidewise, her weight warm and comforting against my softened
cock, her bare legs draped over mine, toes digging into the sand.  I raised
my cupped hand to my mouth and stuck my tongue out, licking up a blob of my
own cum.  Then I held my hand out to the child.  She hesitated, then leaned
forward, brushing her hair back over her shoulders.  She kept her hazel
eyes locked with mine as her little tongue darted out into the puddle of
semen in my hand.  I watched her roll the gooey liquid around her mouth and
swallow, then stick her tongue out again to scrape it clean with her upper
teeth.  "Good girl," I whispered.  "Taste okay?" I asked.  She nodded, and
we took turns lapping up my ejaculation until it was mostly gone and I
shook the rest off my hand into the water.

   Renee leaned her side against my chest, fitting her head underneath my
chin.  "Your heart is beating really hard," she observed, and it was true I
was trembling and panting in reaction.  I held her to me, stroking her feet
and legs with my other hand.  I gradually moved upwards underneath her
nightgown and to the juncture of her plump thighs until my fingers were
stroking up and down the crotch of her cotton underwear.  Renee snuggled
against me, making a soft, wordless sound of contentment as she let her
legs fall open.  We sat in silence for several minutes under the rising sun
as I fondled her bald pussy through the thin cloth, feeling it heat and
moisten.  She made a soft, high-pitched groan when I took my fingers away.
"Don't stop," she whispered into my chest.  "My button's getting all
tingly."

   "I know, sweetie," I rocked her against me, "but there's too many people
around." And indeed as the morning advanced more and more people were
coming down to the shore.  "Let's find some place better." I helped the
nine-year-old to her feet and stood myself and we headed back the way we
had come.  I let Renee walk ahead, her bare limbs swinging, putting her
between me and the sun so I could enjoy the way it limned her body through
the thin nightgown.

   I let her lead the way up the long wooden flight of stairs, too, so I
could watch her compact, rounded butt cheeks clenching and relaxing.  When
we got to the landing I stopped her.  I looked up; the condo and its
neighbors were invisible beyond the lip of the dune.  I looked down; we
were well out of the line of sight of anyone on the beach.  I looked at the
table; there was a bottle of sunscreen abandoned on it.  Perfect.

   "Hey, wait a minute." I dragged the heavy wooden lounger around so it
was facing up the hill instead of down to the beach.  I sat down, leaning
back and pulling up my knees.  "Come sit on my lap, sweetie." Renee
complied, plopping down on my stomach.  I grabbed her around her ankles and
pulled her short legs up so that her feet were right at my chin.  I brushed
sand off her toes then kissed them each in turn.  I leaned forward,
reaching under her nightgown to grab the waistband of her panties.  I
wriggled them down under her butt and then down her legs.  Renee giggled as
I pulled them over her feet and completely off, dropping them on the deck
next to the chair.  I spread the child's legs open and she leaned back
against my knees.  I reached back up under her short nightie, sliding my
hand up her thigh to her smooth, chubby pubic mound.  Her mouth dropped
open in surprised pleasure as I brushed my thumb back and forth over her
slit, pressing on her tiny clitoris.

   "Oooo," she breathed, "Mmm, I like that.  Rub my button harder, please.
Play with my cunt just like that." What a thrill it was to hear the
third-grader's piping, childish voice narrating her enjoyment of being
molested.  I had thought I was finished after the exquisite blowjob she had
given me, but the feel of her smooth, bald mound under my fingers woke my
penis prematurely from its refractory slumber.

   I leaned to the side and was just able to reach the bottle of sunscreen
on the table.  "Renee, take my penis out, okay?" The child looked at me
quizzically but obeyed, reaching into my pjs.  I sighed at the feeling of
her warm fingers on my half-erect organ.  It flopped onto my belly.  I
squeezed a line of sunscreen onto the semi-flaccid shaft from tip to
scrotum.

   "Don't want Mister Thingy to get a sunburn," she giggled, grabbing it
with both hands and vigorously rubbing in the lotion.  I saw the muscles
working in her forearms as she squeezed up and down the shaft and palmed
the head and I couldn't help but respond to her eager, inexpert massage.

   When I was nearly fully hard I instructed her, "Hold up your nightie."
When Renee pulled the hem into the air and bared her belly, I grabbed her
butt cheeks and pulled her forward until her slit came to rest on my organ,
squishing the cream out over her labia.  "Now put your hands on my
shoulders," and when she leaned forward to comply I squeezed my fingers
into the soft twin pillows of flesh.  I pulled her slowly forward, sighing
as I felt the heat of her immature cunny rising along the length of my
shaft until the bump of her clitty dragged over my frenum, and then my
glans was enveloped by her tight, bald labia.  She cooed in pleasure as I
humped my hips forward.  My cockhead snagged slightly at the top of her
slit, pressing harder against her clit before sliding free.

   Renee started moving on her own, hunching herself against me, pressing
her hot, immature vulva against my rampant organ.  Her eyes fluttered
closed and her mouth dropped open as she started to pant in time with her
motion.  She leaned forward until our bellies were almost touching and our
heads were so close I could feel the warm, sharp puffs of her breath.  The
sun was bright and warm on our skin; I could see sweat forming at her
hairline and starting to trickle down her forehead.  "Mmm...hah! 
Mmm...hah!" she breathed with each stroke as I let my hands wander all over
her body, her arms as they tensed to hold her weight, across her back, down
to her bare bent legs and the upturned soles of her feet.  Her soft moans
blended with the liquid slishing sounds of our lubricated flesh sliding
together, and the soft, hissing surf behind me.  At the peak of one stroke
I flexed my groin.  "Mmm..haAIE!" Renee squeaked as my cock pressed
upwards, penetrating just a bit into her still virgin hole.  I backed off.
As gorgeous as I knew it would feel, I couldn't see how deflowering the
third-grader would be in my long-term interest.

   Renee started moving faster against me.  "Mmm...hah!  My button's
tingling.  Your penis feels...hah!...so good in my cunny.  Mmm...hah! 
We're lovers, you love my cunny and I love your thingy!  Mmm...hah!" She
was almost babbling as she felt her preteen orgasm building.  We were both
getting close.  My hips moved involuntarily, pressing up against the
child's slight weight and spreading her thighs around my pelvis.  I ran my
hands up her arms to her wrists and grabbed them, pushing her back until
she sat back against my bent knees.  She grunted, pushing against my much
greater strength, trying to restore the contact between our slick and
swollen genitals.  "Wh...wh..." she panted, face reddening with the strain.

   "Hang on, Renee," I spoke softly, running my fingers over the front of
her nightie, feeling her warm, slightly sweaty chest beneath.  The child's
eyes opened and slowly focused on me.  "You know what I'd really like?  I'd
like to put my boner in your butt again.  That feels best for me.  Can I do
that, Renee?  Can I fuck you up the butt?" My voice was hoarse in my ears
and again my cock leaped under the drape of her thin nightgown as I made
the crude proposition to the petite third-grader.

   Renee frowned.  "It hurt last time."

   "I know it hurt a little, but you remember how great your orgasm was? 
You said it was the best one you'd ever had.  And the more we do it, the
more we practice, you'll get used to it and it won't hurt any more, it'll
just feel really really good.  Come on, please?" I wheedled.  "I know
you'll like it.  And look, look what I have!" I reached into the breast
pocket of my shirt and brought out one of the fabric-covered cylinders. 
"Remember this?  Remember how good it helped you feel?"

   "Is that the stinky stuff?" she asked.

   "That's right!  You're such a smart girl!" I praised her.  "I'm so happy
that I have such a smart little girl for my lover." Renee looked a little
skeptical - perhaps I was laying it on a bit too thickly.  I hurried on,
"I'll let you smell this when I'm inside your butt, and you'll have a
really really good orgasm like before.  Okay?  Please?" I punctuated my
requests by reaching under her nightgown with one hand and brushing my
thumb over her hairless vulva.  It was hot and sweaty and greasy with
sunscreen and her preteen lubrication.  She jumped and sighed as I pressed
gently on her firm, slippery clitoris.

   The child still looked dubious, but she didn't balk or tell me to stop.
I pushed her back off her knees so she was squatting, her feet splayed on
the rails of the lounge chair.  It was a little awkward, but once I saw she
had her balance I grabbed my stiff cock under her nightie and angled it
straight up.  It pressed against her hot cunny and she sighed again, but I
pressed back until it popped free and slid up between her cheeks.  I
wriggled my hips, probing until I felt my cockhead wedge up against Renee's
clenched rosebud.  "Now sit down, press down a little bit," I panted.  She
shifted gingerly and I felt a bit more weight bearing down, but her anus
stayed tight shut.  "Now push," I encouraged her.  "Remember, push like
you're trying to poop." She grimaced with the effort and that did it.  The
well-greased blunt head of my erection was swallowed by the fierce heat of
the child's anal passage.  "Urggh..." she groaned as the painfully-tight
ring of her sphincter slowly pushed down the length of my shaft.  She
twisted from side to side a little, grunting as her colon spasmed around
the flesh intruder, legs trembling with the strain until finally the weight
of her butt pressed down on me.  My wiry pubic bush tickled her cheeks and
her stretched perineum.

   Renee's face was red with exertion.  My hand roamed between her legs
under the nightgown.  The tendons in her crotch were prominent, her muscles
tense with the effort of balancing.  Her labia were swollen and her slit
was spread open from the pressure of my cock in her rectum.  The angle was
awkward put I pressed my fingertips against the length of her slit and
wiggled them rapidly back and forth, pressing against the smooth, slippery
skin and flicking against her clitty.  She squeaked and I felt her bowels
clench around me.  "Oh, that's so good, sweetie, you're so good at that, so
sexy and hot.  Now, can you do just one stroke on your own?  Just up and
down once, try it,"

   "Urgh...full...hurts..." Renee grunted out.  "Give me...stinky stuff..."

   "Try it once first," I repeated, pressing my cock upwards and making the
child squeal.  "Just once, the more you do it the better it will feel,
that's it, ahhhhh!" The nightgown was stretched taut between her legs as
the nine-year-old grabbed her knees for balance and pulled them wide.  I
groaned with her as she slowly rocked her ass forward.  The grasping ring
of her anus slid up about three inches, exposing the base of my cock to the
air again.

   Renee paused there and I could feel her thigh muscles vibrating with the
strain balancing.  Sweat dripped down her face as I rubbed her vulva
harder. "Eegh...gnah...ow...ergh..." the child moaned and grunted
incoherently as she shoved herself back down onto my tumescent flesh,
pleasure bubbling up from my vigorous manipulation of her preteen genitals
contending with the burning pain of her anal violation.

   "Oh, good girl!" I gasped.  My left hand closed convulsively on the
popper and broke it open.  I held it out and pressed it under Renee's snub
nose.  Without needing to be told she breathed in sharply.  Her flat chest
expanded beneath the thin fabric of her nightie as she pulled the fumes
deeply into her lungs.  Immediately Renee felt her whole body tingling,
just like the first time I had drugged her with amyl nitrate while
sodomizing her.  The world started to spin around her and there was a
roaring in her ears.  She was already hot from the sun and exertion but her
skin prickled all over, from her scalp down to her toes and especially
where my fingers were touching her.  They felt like fire on her stiff
little button and the good feeling rushed up from her cunny and filled her
whole body.  Best of all, her sphincter relaxed and lessened the burning
pain in her ass.

   I saw the child's eyes unfocus and glaze over as the drug took hold of
her.  I humped up sharply and pulled back.  Her ass felt looser, still hot
and still incredibly tight, but my cock slid freely in and out now.  The
child bounced up and down against me.  Her right hand was still on her
knee, helping her keep her balance, but her left held the popper firmly
under her nose.  "OooOOooOOooOO!" she keened, louder each time I thrust up
and her hot, bare buttocks slapped against my thighs.  Her labia were
spread wide, her slit hot and slippery under my vibrating fingers.  Her
bouncing got more violent and erratic, twisting my penis this way and that
as she sank down on it again and again.  "OooOOooOO!  OOH!  OOH!  OOH!" Her
moans turned staccato and she squealed as an immature climax swept over
her. Her colon clenched and spasmed around my penis and the heat and motion
pushed me over, too.  I stiffened with pleasure, moaning "Yes!" through
gritted teeth as I shoved my hips up as hard as I could and ejaculated hot,
thick ropes of semen into the child's ass.

   Renee wasn't finished, though.  Even as my orgasm tailed off she kept
bouncing up and down on my cock.  Suntan lotion, jizz, and less pleasant
fluids squelched out as I pistoned into her ass, dirtying her butt and
matting my pubic hair.  Her face was beet red and dripping with sweat, her
long brown hair flying, her eyes glassy and unseeing.  Finally, her fingers
went limp and the popper slipped from her hand.  It bounced off the decking
and slipped between the planks to the dune below.  The fumes cleared from
her lungs in a few breaths and she fell forward against my bare chest.  She
was panting and blowing as if she had run a mile.  I cradled the child
against me, whispering words of love in her ear as I stroked her back and
sweaty hair.  I slipped my hand out from under her nightgown and sniffed
deeply at my sticky fingers, smelling coconut oil and sweet, delicious
preteen cunt.

   Renee rested her cheek against my bare chest and we lay together as our
hearts slowed to normal.  She continued to squirm her violated ass around
my slimed organ but now in growing discomfort rather than pleasure as the
effects of the drug left her system.  "Ow," she said softly as I pulled
back and her abraded anal ring clung to the drying, sticky mess sliming my
shaft.  She tried to get her feet under her again but it took several tries
to lift herself completely off my softening cock.  Meanwhile I had grabbed
her panties and was groping under her nightgown with them, using them to
wipe up the worst of the mess.

   It was just as she finally bounced herself free of my weakening spear
that, to my horror, Jenny's head appeared over the lip of the yard at the
top of the staircase.  She waved.  I grabbed Renee to hold her still and
frantically worked to tuck my penis away.  "Your mommy's looking at us," I
whispered urgently.  "Turn around and wave." And she did, and I did, too.

   Jenny beckoned and called down to us.  "We're making breakfast.  Where
have you been?"

   "Renee took me down to the beach," I called back, and my voice hardly
cracked at all.

   I felt the child's bowels gurgle as she leaned against me.  "I haveta go
bad," she said, her voice trembling.

   "Go, then.  Run!" I urged, and she hopped off me and went up the stairs
at top speed in a funny, slightly bow-legged bent-over run.  She went right
past her mom and headed for the house.  I glanced down and hastily crumpled
her now-soiled panties in my hand, hiding them as I slowly got to my feet
and followed her.

   In the house I used the bathroom to dress after Renee finished, hiding
the child's fouled underwear in my backpack for now.  As I pulled on a pair
of cargo shorts I heard Jenny talking to her youngest daughter through the
thin walls.  "You're getting a little too old to play horsey, my dear. 
It's not ladylike." Then I tucked away my raw, chafed tool, pasted on a
smile, and sat down to enjoy breakfast with the family.