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This and other stories available at /files/Authors/rufusfugit. Jenny's Couch, part 3 (Mg, ped, mast, anal, cons, reluc, humil) by Rufus Fugit I didn't even speak to Karen for a couple of weeks after that afternoon when I tied her up, stripped her, and forced two delightfully fierce orgasms out of her reluctant eleven-year-old body. Every time I showed up at Jenny's house after that Karen took one look at me and fled, shutting herself in her bedroom the entire time I was there. I didn't press it, since Renee complained to me that her sister was spending ages in their shared bathroom every night now, "brushing her teeth". We were sitting on the big sectional couch watching some after-school cartoons. Renee was barefoot in a tshirt and loose khaki shorts. The tshirt was from a jumprope contest her elementary school had sponsored to raise money for the Heart Association. She was sitting cross-legged, leaning relaxed against me. I had my arm around the short little girl, casually fondling her chest and belly. I hadn't tried to do any more with the nine-year-old since that day, but I hadn't done any less, either. Although I wasn't pressing the issue I treated her body like it was a favorite toy, like I had a perfect right to touch it any time. Even when other adults were around I would casually stroke her long brown hair, rest my hand on her shoulder, or rub her back. "You know she's not really brushing her teeth, don't you? That electric toothbrush of hers is what she uses to masturbate. She's probably sitting on the toilet, rubbing that thing into her cunny." I brushed my fingers briefly across Renee's own crotch as I spoke, but then removed my hand back to her torso. Renee absorbed this new information but as usual, her face gave away little of what she thought about it. My cock stiffened at the thought of the older girl masturbating compulsively every evening, and probably hating herself for it. I was wearing a pair of loose drawstring pants and a Hawaiian shirt. I had taken to putting on silk boxer shorts on the days I was stopping by Jenny's house. I enjoyed the feel of the cool slippery fabric against my penis. It kept me in a state of constant partial arousal as I worked my campaign to turn the two children into my eager sex toys. My pants tented out a little as Renee continued, "I guess that's why the bathroom smells funny when she's done." The little girl was smart, and childishly uninhibited about sex as well. That was very unlike Karen who apparently felt intensely guilty about her body's urges and her inability to resist them. "I just wish she'd quit bugging me." "Bugging you how?" I asked. "You know...bugging me, like you did. She wants to touch me." "Touch you? Like here, on your cunt?" My penis swelled again as I spoke the dirty word into Renee's delicate ear, pressing my fingers again into her crotch. "Why does that bug you? Don't you like that?" "I like masturbating," Renee answered, "But, I dunno, I just don't want her to. She's all weird about it, kind of mean. I dunno," she repeated. I filed this information away. "Have you masturbated yet today?" I asked. This frank, dirty talk with the child was tremendously arousing to me. I could feel my heart starting to race; my skin was alive to every inch of Renee's compact, muscular little body leaning against me. My glans slid against my silk underwear as, now fully erect, the stalk pressed against my abdomen. Renee shook her head. "No, I do it at night in bed. I haveta be quiet, but I can put my face in the pillow." "Oh, that's smart that you figured that out." As I spoke I placed my other hand on her thigh. Renee was a stocky girl but even so at just nine years old the limb was slender enough that I could mostly encircle it with my hand. I slid my fingers up the wide leg hole of her shorts, feeling just up to the edge of her panties. "Since you haven't yet today, can I do you? And you won't have to be quiet, either." The dark-haired girl considered for a moment, unconsciously pushing out her immature chest against my caress. "OK," she said, "But be nice. Not so hard this time." "Yes ma'am!" I smiled and kissed the top of her head, hugging her tighter against me as I slipped my fingers beneath her panties. I gently explored the warm, damp, smooth flesh of her hairless sex, tracing the firm lips and feeling the heat coming from her tight slit. She sighed and wriggled as I lightly circled the little cap of flesh at the top of the slit. "Oh, you're such a hot little girl," I whispered into her berry-scented hair. "Will you do something for me?" As I spoke I stopped stroking her immature nipples, took her hand in mine and pressed it against the throbbing bulge in my pants. I held it there for a second, then slid her little palm up and down the length of the cloth-covered tube. "Like that, ahhh..." "What...? Oh, I know," Renee said mostly to herself. "That's your thingy." "That's right, Renee, that's my cock. And it's all stiff now, and it feels so good when you do that. Yessssss..." I hissed through my teeth as her hand glided up and down the length of my bulge. I returned the favor, working my fingers into her slit. A little wetness began to coat my fingertips and I spread it all around, circling the bud of her baby clit as it peeked out. The girl cooed with pleasure and began humping her mound against my hand. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed and her breathing deepened, familiar signs to me of her mounting excitement. "Do you like it when I rub your cunt, Renee?" She nodded without speaking. "Tell me you like it; tell me what I'm doing and how good it feels." The child opened her eyes and looked up at me quizzically. "Why? Why do you want me to talk - Ooo!" she exclaimed as I pressed hard and wiggled my finger right on her clitoris. "It's sexy, that's all," I explained. "You don't have to, but it makes it feel even better for me when you do. It's like a game. Like I say, 'keep rubbing my big hard cock, your hand feels so good...'" Renee looked dubious, but she was willing to comply. "I like you rubbing my...cunt," she said, trying out the naughty word in her mouth. "I'm getting tingly all over. Keep rubbing my cunt just like that." She spoke matter-of-factly, the same way she'd describe her liking for apples or ice cream, but as I continued masturbating the third grader her voice got breathier. Hearing her talk about her cunt and approaching orgasm in her high childish voice made my penis surge and dribble precum under her continued ministrations. "Rub my cunt faster...ah!...please. Your fingers feel...oh!...good on my cunt. Keep rubbing it..." I continued frigging her baby clit, gradually increasing both pressure and speed, fanning my fingers inside her loose panties to brush all over her smooth, hairless lips, stroking harder up and down between them. For a couple of minutes the only sound was Renee's piping voice, the rubbing of cloth and the squishing sounds of my fingers flicking her hot, moist little clit back and forth. Then her round butt began wriggling more energetically, her words trailed off into little pants and exclamations, and I felt a fresh dribble of hot juice from her vagina wet my hand. "Ooo!...ooo!...ooo! EEE!" She gave a little squeak and stiffened, and then I felt her whole body began to tremble as I hugged her hard against me. Her eyes were screwed shut and her lips drawn back. Her hand clenched on my clothed penis and squeezed hard for several seconds, giving me a spike of pleasure. As Renee's orgasm receded the little girl melted against me, relaxing into my enclosing arm. A smile spread across her face and she made little "mm, mm" noises of contentment as I eased the pressure of my hand between her legs, stroking fingers and palm gently now beneath her panties, coating her lips and her entire vulva evenly with the fragrant juice of her excitement. I stroked her sweaty forehead with my other hand, kissed her scalp. "Oh, that was a nice one, wasn't it?" I whispered. Renee nodded. "Uh-huh. I felt good...fluttery, kinda... all over, not just in my...cunt." "I could tell. It's like I told you, the more you do it, the better it gets. Help me get mine, now." Reluctantly I slid my hand out of the child's panties. I gripped my pulsing hot cock and bent it out away from my body, gathering the loose fabric of my trousers around it like a cloth condom. I showed Renee how to hold the stalk and work her hand to slide the fabric up and down. Her fingers didn't reach all the way around its girth. A small stain of precum was already spreading from the top, growing as the incredible sensation of the nine-year-old masturbating me spread throughout my body. "Ah, that's it Renee. Pull on my hard cock, jerk me off. Oh, that feels sooo good." I slumped back against the cushions, enjoying the child's intent expression as she focused on her thin forearm and fist moving up and down, up and down. My legs began to dance around involuntarily as her warm grip drew my orgasm closer. "Oh, yessss, sweetie. Faster, jerk me faster, up and...ah!...down. I love you, you're so sexy, oh, oh! Here it comes! Squeeze it now at the bottom, squeeze my cock hard and sloHH! OH! OH! OH!" I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I sprayed my semen into my underwear. My cock swelled against the child's tight grip as each spurt sent a jolt of intense pleasure down to my curling toes. "OH! OH! Ahhhhhh...." She continued rubbing, spreading the gooey fluid all up and down my shaft. It soaked through and her hand began to slip across the slick, wet fabric. She raised her head to look into my face. "Was that a nice one?" she asked, echoing me. In response, I wrapped both arms around her, pulling her into a hug. Her arm was trapped between us, her hand still slowly wanking my softening organ. "Oh, it sure was, sweetie. You gave me a really nice one, thank you so much." I cupped her little face in my hands. "Give me a big-girl kiss, because I love you." I tipped her head back and bent to gently press my lips against hers. She didn't pucker her mouth tight the way most children do. "Open up a little," I whispered. I kissed her softly, darting my tongue out to lick over her lips and just at her teeth - I knew she wouldn't appreciate a tonsil-bath at her age. "Now hug me, move your lips and kiss me back," I instructed. She took her hand out of my soiled lap and wrapped her short arms as far as they would go around my middle. Renee didn't know to close her eyes. I kept mine open too, and so we each looked into the others' as we made out. The little girl giggled into my mouth, losing the staring contest. The feel of her small, warm body moving against my much larger adult form was enough to make my cock start to swell again. I reluctantly pulled away. "You taste like coffee," Renee said. "Yuck." Despite that it appeared she had enjoyed our necking session. Her face was a bit flushed, her hazel eyes bright, and her lips looked a little swollen. "I love you, Renee," I repeated, "But I better go before your Mom gets home and sees...this." I indicated the sticky wet stain that covered my crotch. I stroked my hand one final time down across her flat chest, her belly, her crotch warm and damp through her shorts, down her naked leg and over her bare foot, feeling her arch and small toes. As I gathered my jacket and knapsack, out of the corner of my eye I saw Karen sitting in the shadows at the top of the stairs, watching. She had her knees drawn up and I couldn't tell for sure but it looked like one hand was moving under her short skirt. My departure was just in time. Jenny pulled up in her car as I was backing out of the driveway. I rolled my window down and we chatted for a minute. She couldn't see the dark patch of cooling semen soaking my trousers. As we spoke I casually rubbed my hand on my face, inhaling the mild, piquant scent of her nine-year-old daughter's cunt. Then I drove off, savoring the little girl's taste as I licked each finger in turn. It was the following weekend that I finally had a chance to corner Karen. Jenny was a bridesmaid for a cousin's wedding. Rob had a business trip at the last minute, so Jenny asked me to escort her. Since the girls were in the wedding party we had to show up hours early for photos. The photographer wasn't all that organized so there was a lot of waiting to no purpose. I caught Karen in a corridor outside the church sanctuary. It had never been my intention to get involved with her; my erotic attraction had been only to Renee and our sex play together was simple, uncomplicated fun. For all that Renee was younger than Karen our relationship was closer to equals because the younger girl's attitude was so straightforward. She liked to do what felt good and didn't think twice about it. Karen was far more concerned about others' good opinion of her and had had two more years for her church to twist her head with its anti-sex propaganda, and was maybe just less self-assured by temperament. Originally I'd only intended to use her guilt over masturbating as a lever to keep her from telling on Renee and me; but now it had become a game to manipulate her, playing on her shame and confusion to see just how completely I could debauch the fifth-grader. There were lots of people milling around, but none very near us. The ceiling was high and the lighting a bit dim. I came up behind her and put my arm around her shoulder, turning so as to shield us with my back from others in the corridor. "Hi, kiddo. Did you enjoy the show the other day?" The eleven-year-old stiffened at my touch, her eyes widening as the meaning of my words penetrated. "Yeah, I saw you at the top of the stairs. You were playing with your babycunt, weren't you?" I was rewarded with one of the girl's famous nuclear blushes. She turned bright red from the roots of her blonde hair to the neckline of her dress. She'd been preening all morning in that outfit, what was probably one of her first grown-up style formal dresses. No flouncy skirts, it was a simple wraparound sheath in a diaphanous pale blue fabric with a pattern of large hibiscus-like flowers in varying darker shades of blue. It had cap sleeves and a low square neckline that left her upper chest bare. The delicate wings of her collarbone were very sexy, I thought, especially with the skin flushing deep red like now. The girl shook her head, flustered by my frank approach. "I wasn't...I didn't...I mean..." I tightened my grip on her shoulder, enough to make her wince. I spoke quietly but forcefully, looking down directly into her oval face. She was a good foot shorter than me. "Karen, I don't like it when you lie to me. I know you were masturbating watching me and your sister, and I know you masturbate every night now, don't you? Don't you?" Unable to break my gaze, the little girl slowly nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Having forced this humiliating admission, I relented. "Look, I know it embarrasses you to talk about, but it's nothing to be ashamed of." I made my tone intimate and friendly now. I loosened my grip on her skinny shoulder and gently rubbed my fingers up under the cap sleeve to feel the warm bare skin beneath. "It's just part of growing up and a normal thing to do. When you're hungry, you eat. When you're thirsty, you drink. When your babycunt is hot, you masturbate. That's all." Karen flinched at the familiar dirty word. Her blue eyes were shiny with unshed tears and her chin wobbled as she spoke. "But...it's wrong! They say so at church. And I want to all the time. I'm bad. I'm bad!" Her voice was rising and I pulled her into a hug, as much to muffle the volume as to comfort her. "No, no, honey, that's just not so." I stroked her long hair down her back. It reached almost to her pretty little preteen ass, and so did I. "Oh, poor baby, that's just not true. I know you like your friends at church, but they're plain wrong about this. You're not bad, I promise. It's only bad if you hurt someone, or make them do something they don't want to." "But...YOU did that to me!" she whispered fiercely. "I didn't want to be tied up! I didn't want to be naked! You made me!" The little girl was sharp, I had to hand it to her. "Well...you thought you didn't. But then when I showed you how to masturbate properly, you loved it, didn't you? If I hadn't done that you wouldn't have learned and you wouldn't be doing it all the time now, right? And you really like the way it feels, don't you? Don't you?" Karen had been shaking her head against my chest, but at my insistent question she whispered "Yes," in a small voice. "That was like, well, like at school. You don't always like the lessons, sometimes it's boring, but you have to learn them so you'll be smart. You didn't like being tied up at first, but I had to show you how to make yourself feel good so you can grow up pretty and sexy." "I'm just a dumb kid. I'm not sexy...am I?" Karen tilted her head back to look up at me. Her confusion and guilt over her nascent sexuality made her especially vulnerable to my flattery. I caressed her cheek. "Oh, yes you are, Karen. You look really grown-up in that dress, too. It makes you look very sexy." I trailed my hand down her jawline to her neck, stroking her collarbone gently and down lower. She was wearing a simple camisole under the dress, no bra yet, and her puffy little nipples pressed against the shimmery fabric. I reached down to gently grasp one between my thumb and fingers and tweaked it, twisting my fingers back and forth. Karen jumped at the first touch but I held her firmly with my other arm around her shoulders and in just a few seconds I could see her barely-pubescent body react to the intimate touch. Her mouth softened and her body relaxed into mine. I could even feel her nipple stiffening against my touch through the thin layers of cloth. "You're feeling sexy right now, aren't you?" I purred. "You're just a horny little girl, even in the middle of all these people. I bet your babycunt's getting wet, isn't it?" At the mention of "all these people" Karen came back to herself with a start. She glanced around a little wildly at the crowded corridor. No one was paying any particular attention to us but there were people standing less than ten feet away. "N...no! I can't! Not here!" she whispered guiltily. She tried to pull away but at the same time made a muffled little squeak of pleasure as I pinched her sensitive nipple harder. Whether the fifth-grader realized it or not, she'd just conceded the argument. "Not here" meant "but somewhere else is ok". We were standing right in front of a door labeled "custodian". An idea occurred to me. It would be taking an insane chance, but at the moment I was nearly insane with lust for the cute child at my side. When I saw her trying to look so innocent and composed in her pretty dress at the same time I remembered the view from between her skinny thighs as she strained, naked, against the bindings that held her spread-eagle in a chair, writhing and whimpering in orgasm, her cunt and thighs drenched in her juice and the smell of her hot, aroused preteen cunt filling the room and swamping my senses. I had to have her again! A quick glance around showed no one was watching us. I twisted the doorknob - unlocked! I opened the heavy door just enough to push the Karen through ahead of me, pulled it closed and shot the bolt. We found ourselves in a small, dimly-lit, windowless room, apparently a combination supply closet and office for the church janitorial staff. Mops, brooms, a bucket, rolls of toilet paper and paper towels were stacked to one side; the room was mostly filled by a scarred old wooden desk. I pulled the child back against me, and reached down over her shoulders to stroke and tweak at her nipples with both hands now. Her breath caught in her throat as my touch shot sexual sensations through her undeveloped body. She leaned into my embrace and my stiffening cock pressed into her back. I continued molesting her cherry-sized nipples through the fabric for several seconds. Then I reached down with one hand and bunched up the material of her dress, lifting the hem until I could push my hand beneath the front of it. I had to bend over a bit but I was easily able to press my palm against Karen's panty-clad cunt. I was right; the satiny fabric was hot and already damp to my touch. I rubbed slowly, savoring the feeling of the moist cloth sliding easily over her smooth lips. "AhhHHH!" She exhaled sharply at the touch. We stood there front-to-back, the girl pressed against me and me bent down to reach over her front, her pretty blue dress pulled up over my forearm as I sawed my hand up and down over her panties, pressing my middle finger between her swelling labia. I could feel little twitches and shudders ripple through her thin body as I pushed the dampening fabric more forcefully into her slit. I wiggled my finger in the wet furrow. I could feel her clit swelling against the first joint and as I flicked it from side to side through Karen's panties her knees trembled and she slumped back against me. "Noooo..." she moaned. "Pleeeease...ah!" "'Please' what, honey?" I asked. "Please stop? Or please, more?" I circled my finger around her clit, drawing another low moan and a surge of fresh moisture from her. Then I actually broke contact, holding my hand a fraction of an inch away from her panties, close enough that I could still feel the heat emanating from her core. And - yes - she couldn't help but push her hips forward, humping her mound against my hand. I grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and holding her at arm's length. "You want me to touch you, I can tell. Your babycunt's too hot to stop now, isn't it?" Karen's face was still flushed. Her eyes were wild, darting around the room. Her mouth quivered soundlessly. I gave her a little shake and repeated my question. Seemingly against her will she whispered just one word: "Yes." "Yes," I repeated. But it wasn't enough for her just to acknowledge her desire. I didn't want her to be able to convince herself later that I'd somehow forced her. I wanted her to have to admit her desires to herself. "Then show me you want me to touch you, baby." I lifted her dress with both hands, exposing her bare legs, her panties, and her belly - pale in contrast to her tanned legs - up to her navel. "Take your panties down for me. Go ahead, just pull them down so I can see your pretty little babycunt. If you do that, I'll make you feel so good." I didn't know if this would push the confused little girl too far, but I was willing to risk it. The tears that had been gathering in Karen's eyes finally spilled over. She wouldn't meet my eye, staring down instead at the bulge in my dress pants. But she didn't back away. Cheeks flaming red with humiliation, she slowly grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged at them. I swallowed, entranced by the forbidden eroticism of the situation. The elastic rolled down her skinny hips bringing first her nearly bald mound and then her vulva into view, her fine light fan of hair barely visible, glinting in the overhead light. The damp fabric clung at first, finally pulling away to reveal labia swollen and pink with blood. Her slit was pulled open a bit, and her clitoris already stood out proud, looking almost oversized compared to the rest of her undeveloped genitalia. The entire area was shiny and slick with wetness and her baby honey oozed freely from the bottom of the slit. Karen slid her tiny panties down to mid-thigh and stopped, unable to reach any lower without bending. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as she exposed herself before my adult gaze. She shivered slightly as the cool air caressed her naked privates. I cupped her small face in my hands, brushing away her tears. "Yes," I said again. My voice was hoarse and I was having trouble getting enough air. "What a good, good girl you are. You see how much better it is when you're honest. I'm going to make you feel wonderful now. Hold your dress up for me." She took the hem from me and pulled it even higher, exposing herself almost to her nipples in a near-parody of the way much younger girls will sometimes pull their skirts up over their faces when embarrassed. I leaned over and tugged at her panties. They came loose and fell down her thin legs to puddle around her ankles, resting on her shiny leather shoes. With my left hand I reached around and pressed gently on the base of her spine, just above her ever-so-slightly flaring hips. Karen arched her back slightly in response, emphasizing the still-childish roundness of her belly and the way it curved down to her smooth mound. I placed my right hand flat against that belly, feeling her muscles quiver with fear beneath her smooth, warm skin. I slid my palm down until I cupped her almost hairless mound, sliding my middle finger up her slit until it reached her clitty which I then gently pinched between finger and thumb. The effect on Karen was immediate. The child clenched her arms tight against her chest. Her mouth opened wide in a strangled cry and I could see her legs trembling in the dim light. I squeezed gently and rubbed her swollen pleasure button between my finger pads. A series of choked little whines forced themselves out of her throat as she strove to stay quiet. The heat rising off her crotch was palpable to me and the room began to fill with the lovely sweet and pungent scent of her pubescent arousal. Her hips twitched involuntarily and she gave a little yip as the movement pulled her baby clit tight in my grip. The abused little nubbin was too slick to hold and it slipped free and snapped gently back. I slid my middle finger down into her wet slit. It was time to learn if I'd seen correctly when I'd had her naked snatch spread wide before me. Curling my finger, I pushed it slowly into her vagina. She was so very tight but soaking wet, and I slid easily into incredible heat with an audible squishing sound. I pushed steadily and in seconds my finger was completely embedded in the eleven-year-old's cunt. There was no obstruction; I'd seen correctly that she had no hymen. She may've broken it years ago while playing or perhaps she was one of the few little girls born without much of one. Either way, she was fully open to my assaults, now and in the future. The feel of her first penetration took Karen's breath away. Her face was again beet-red and she gasped, gaping down at herself where my finger disappeared into her cunt. It was in a molten velvet vise and I could feel her muscles twitching and squeezing at it. I slid the finger slowly out until just the tip remained inside, then quickly shoved it back in, causing the fifth-grader to moan then squeal sharply - "Ooooooo...AIE!" - as the top of my palm squashed her lips apart. A fresh surge of her baby honey dribbled out into my palm; drips of lubrication were now oozing down both thighs. I leaned further so we were almost nose to nose. "Do you like that, Karen?" I whispered. She was barely coherent. "OOO! Feels...oh!...good! It's...oh...big, ohno ohno, good, ah!" I pulled my finger entirely out of her cunt; the little girl gave a soft groan of disappointment but I quickly replaced the finger with my thumb, pushing and twisting the thicker digit until I was again fully embedded in her juvenile tunnel. Now my palm was underneath her with my slimed middle finger pressing up in the crack between her tight, smooth little butt cheeks. I probed lower. Karen's body stiffened as my fingertip found her puckered anus but I swiftly pressed upward and inward without pause. The sphincter muscle clenched tight against this unnatural invasion but the lubrication let my finger slide into her. I pushed and within seconds the eleven-year-old was fully penetrated front and back, forcing an agonized "noooooarrrgh!" from her throat. The pressure against my thumb was almost painful as the child's abdominal muscles squeezed and released inside the hot, wet tunnel of her cunt. Meanwhile, the feel of her ass around my finger was even tighter and even hotter, though her colon felt less smooth and drier to the touch than her vagina. If I was electrified by the feeling of performing this double penetration on an eleven-year-old girl, for little Karen the sensations were beyond anything she had ever known. Her knees buckled and I had to grab her around the back and hold her slender body against me to prevent her entire weight from falling onto my palm and forcing my fingers even further inside her. Her face was pressed into my suit jacket which fortunately muffled her inarticulate cries. "Put your arms around my neck, honey," I urged her. I had to repeat myself twice before she understood me well enough and complied. With her holding on, I straightened up, partially lifting her with my embedded fingers and palm. Karen had no choice but to rise up onto her toes; her trembling arms were weak with pleasure so nearly all her weight was now supported by my hand pressing against her tender perineum. I started wiggling my finger and thumb inside her, curling and straightening, back and forth. She jumped and danced, flailing her legs to get her feet solidly on the floor but I wouldn't let her down. Her head fell back, her mouth working and eyes squinched shut as the new feelings of being doubly invaded overwhelmed her. But when I squeezed my fingers together, actually rubbing them against each other with the thin walls of her vagina and colon between, it was too much for the little girl. She'd been having little orgasmic spasms ever since I first pinched her baby clitoris but now she lost all control. Her feet left the floor entirely. Her panties dropped off, freeing her legs to kick randomly forward and back. She bounced and gyrated wildly against my hand, rising up and then forcing herself down, pushing my finger and thumb as deep as they would go. I had to put my other hand on the back of her head and press her face firmly into my chest to muffle her voice. "GAAH! YEEAH! GUH! AAAH! NAAAIEE!" She sobbed out her pleasure as her diaphragm spasmed and I felt her tender body shake violently against me. Creamy, aromatic preteen juice ran freely out of her cunt, overflowing my palm and spreading down the inside of her legs. I could barely contain my own pleasure at the feel of her slender body writhing and jerking against my tumescent member and I came perilously close to cumming in my pants myself. At eleven most people would consider Karen still a child, but this was definitely not a child's orgasm. It lasted for well over a minute and I just rode it out with her, letting her spasms push my fingers in and out of her vagina and rectum. Finally, though, the waves began to recede. She sagged against me, all the strength going out of her and I had to catch her around the back again to prevent her from falling. I took a step forward and gathered up her skirt behind me so I could set her naked ass on the edge of the old wooden desktop. Slowly, I slid my fingers out of her, savoring the way her orifices sucked at them as if reluctant to let go. Karen gave a long, low moan as she felt the invading digits leave her. With my hand now free, I gently disengaged her arms from my neck and straightened. She wobbled, but caught herself. Her eyes were glassy. Sweat beaded her forehead and tears tracked her lovely oval face. Her chest heaved, her swollen little puffies pushing out her bodice as she fought for breath. "That, you beautiful sexy little girl, was an orgasm. All I want to do is make you feel good like that. Did you like it?" The little girl's face relaxed into a tentative smile as she panted. She gulped and tried to find her voice. "Uh huh," was all she managed to gasp out. I picked up her discarded panties. First I wiped my fingers clean, then kneeled before her to sponge up the juices smearing her legs that ran down almost to her ankles. The delicious scent of her aroused cunt filled my nose as I continued to speak, choosing my words deliberately. "See how good sex is? Just because it's private doesn't make it bad. Just because you wouldn't want your church friends, or your school friends, or your mom or dad to see you here with your panties off and your babycunt wide open doesn't change that." The little girl's face clouded as I reminded her of the secretive nature of her new favorite pastime and I could see shame welling up, fighting with recent pleasure as she struggled to understand her body's new urges. I was enjoying this approach, intending to keep her confused and emotionally off-balance until she was too dependent on my good opinion of her to even think of revealing our activities. By the time I finished cleaning her legs and thighs her panties were wringing wet, yet cream was still oozing from her red, distended slit. I held the soaked fabric balled under my nose and inhaled deeply, then stuffed them down my own pants. "Can't I have my panties back?" Karen asked me plaintively. "They're soaked, sweetie, and they reek. If you were wearing them when you walk down the aisle, everyone on both sides will smell your babycunt, and I don't think you want that." She shook her head vigorously, blushing one more time as she realized she would spend the ceremony and the rest of the day naked underneath her skirt. I stood and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm glad you had fun. I didn't get to have an orgasm yet, though. It's not really fair, but we've been in here too long. Don't want anyone to miss us. I'm going to slip out and when it's clear I'll open the door for you, then you go straight around the corner to the bathroom. Wet some paper towels, go into the stall, and use them to clean off that sopping little babycunt so it doesn't smell so much. Then splash some water on your face, too. Got it?" She nodded. "Tell you what, though. Once the reception gets going, tell your mom that you're bored and I'll offer to drive you home. You're such a sexy little girl, with such a hot little babycunt, I'm going to buy you something special and then you can give me my orgasm. How about that, is that a deal?" Karen looked a little dazed from my rapid patter; she still wasn't completely recovered from her orgasm, but she nodded again. I smiled, thinking about the bargain she had just accepted and how much I would enjoy explaining it to her in detail later. I brushed back an errant lock of blonde hair then put my hands under her armpits and lifted her off the desk to her feet, surprised all over again at how light she was. I straightened her skirt, then cracked the door and cautiously peeked out. The hall was less crowded and I stepped quickly out. No one noticed. I placed my body to block the doorjamb from view, then reached behind me and pulled the door open again. Karen slipped out and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as I closed the door, Jenny came out of the sanctuary, looked around and saw me. She walked over, asking if I'd seen Karen and Renee; the photographer was finally ready for them. "I think Karen's in the bathroom," I answered, "I'll go find Renee and bring her back." I strode off while Jenny went to get the older girl.