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   Jenny's Couch, part 6 (Mgg, ped, mast, oral, cons, rom, exhib) by Rufus
Fugit

   When Karen and I walked downstairs Renee was sitting cross-legged on the
living room carpet spreading out her schoolbooks.  She had changed into a
light green sundress.  This one was strapless with a gathered elastic
tube-top style bodice to hold it up.  Her feet were bare and the skirt was
rucked up into her lap.  She glanced up when she heard us on the stairs,
then did an almost classic double-take when she realized that her older
sister was naked.  From where she sat below the open banister she was
pretty much looking straight up the bigger girl's twat.  I had used Karen's
panties to wipe her dry after our quick fingerbanging session but her labia
were reddened and her clitty still protruded from the keyhole opening at
the top of her slit that she and her sister's undeveloped vulvas shared in
a family resemblance.

   I was amused as much by the fact of Renee's reaction as her comical
expression.  This was not the first time she'd seen her big sister nude,
and on the previous occasion Karen had ended up with her mouth stuffed full
of my cock and choking on a load of hot semen.  I guessed that, however
lewd and perverse that experience had been, I had sexualized her to the
point that she accepted it as normal.  But seeing Karen casually walk down
the stairs in her family home wearing nothing but her white leather
sandals, at first didn't quite compute in the child's head.  "Karen! 
Where's your clothes?" she blurted out.

   Karen paused next to me on the stairs but only for a second.  She was
already a little flushed, which I supposed was due to embarrassment mixed
with the beginnings of naughty enjoyment from parading around naked.  She
colored further at her sister's exclamation.  Even though she felt more in
control here in the house - compared to the mall parking lot where I had
forcibly stripped her and put her in a position where it seemed she was on
display to strangers (even though I had taken great care to make sure she
wasn't) - showing her naked body to everyone was...just weird.  One minute
she didn't mind, the next she felt like bolting.  But she was doing it. 
She was doing it and she wasn't shaking with fear, and that was a big step
forward.

   Or, hell, for all I knew it was being allowed to keep her shoes on that
made the difference.  Whatever, our most recent conversation had made
"whore" a less-than-completely shameful thing in her confused mind, and so
while she blushed, she swallowed hard and made her voice sound unconcerned
when she looked down her nose at her younger sister and answered, "I don't
need them in the house, silly." She lifted my hand and draped my arm around
her bare shoulders, and repeated what I'd told her moments earlier: "I look
pretty this way, and I want to get used to being naked." Then she pretty
much flounced down the stairs, going to the front hall to retrieve her
backpack.

   Renee stared after her big sister, nonplussed by her change in attitude.
I came to sit Indian-style next to her on the carpet.  "Karen's feeling
better now." I put my hand casually on the third-grader's knee as I spoke,
and slid it up to rest on her inner thigh, just under her hiked-up
sundress. Her skin was smooth and warm and I could feel her firm childish
muscles shifting as she turned to look at me.  "I don't think she'll be so
sad any more." In response I got that cool, unreadable stare that people
found so disconcerting in the little girl.  Had she heard her older
sister's fearful, angry shrieks as I tortured her sensitive nipples?  She
had to have.  But she'd also have heard them subside into coos and moans of
pleasure.  Thanks to me, the nine-year-old knew the sound of a child having
an orgasm, both from the inside and out.  What had she made of the sounds
her sister made changing from pain and outrage to pleasure in three
minutes' time?

   After a moment her calm hazel eyes shifted to my crotch where my cock
was visibly tenting out my cotton drawstring trousers, then to her own
where my hand was now under her dress, gripping her right at the very top
of her inner thigh.  "I'll rub your thingy later," she said, "but right now
we haveta do our homework." And with that she reached under her dress,
grabbed my wrist in her little hand and moved it from her thigh out to rest
on her knobby knee.

   Well.  Put in my place by a nine-year-old.  Who promised to jerk me off
later.  I could live with that.

   Karen returned with her backpack, dropping it onto the couch and
plopping herself down next to it.  She took out her math book and lay down
on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows and went to work.  She
idly swung one foot back and forth in the air as she read, twisting her
pretty ankle back and forth.  Her bald cuntlips peeked out between her
slightly spread thighs, and her lovely dark pink nipples likewise just
peeked out from where she held her upper chest up off the cushion.  It
seemed, though, that every so often her concentration was broken as she
realized anew that she was, in fact, naked - as a draft of cool air blew
across her lovely bare backside, or my own hand trailed across it - and she
would blush a little and kind of huddle herself down against the couch.

   For the next hour or so I watched the two children do their homework,
helping them when they got stuck - which wasn't often, they were both very
bright girls.  Karen needed some help with long division, and Renee was
having a little trouble with map reading in her geography unit, but for the
most part I had nothing to do but sit and admire them.  Renee sat with her
back against the couch just below Karen's head and I sat facing them both,
stroking their hair, Karen's naked back, Renee's knobby knee and soft
thigh. From time to time I took a big sniff of Karen's soiled panties,
letting her spicy scent fill my sinuses.  I even sucked on them a little to
get the taste of Karen's eleven-year-old cunt on my tongue.  When the girls
noticed what I was doing, Renee made a little moue of disgust and Karen
blushed.  My penis stayed insistently stiff as I remembered Karen's
writhing against me and Renee's casual promise.  Before long I was rubbing
myself through my pants, and that quickly wasn't enough.  I had to take it
out.  I did so quietly and it was a few moments before either child noticed
the stiff rod waving in the cool air.  Both girls stopped working to stare
at my erect tool.  Renee giggled as I flexed my groin muscles to make it
bounce and wave in little circles.  She reached out and gave it a playful
little slap, saying, "Not yet, Mister Thingy, we're still working!"

   "Hurry up!" I said in a high, squeaky voice, waving my organ in time,
which brought a fresh cascade of giggles from Renee.  Looking down over her
little sister's shoulder, Karen watched the byplay with a mix of emotions
playing across her face - jealousy, eagerness, other things I couldn't
tell. Even though she was still busily writing in her English book, her
hips began a slight but definite circular motion, slowly humping her bare
mound against the nubby fabric of the couch cushion.

   It was another ten minutes or so before the girls finished working,
during which time I couldn't help but play with myself.  I traced my
fingers lightly along the underside of my cock, along the ridge of the
swollen head, and up and around the tip.  Precum began to flow and I
swirled it around, covering the head and then the shaft until my entire
organ was shiny with the slippery secretion.  I had to keep my touch very
gentle - just sitting next to the two beautiful children, one clothed and
the other naked, and knowing that they were my willing sex toys every
weekday for the next month had me as excited as I'd ever been.  It would
have been a terrible waste to bring myself off when I had four beautiful
soft little hands at my disposal.

   Finally, Renee closed her books and put down her pencil.  "Okay," she
said, and without further preamble she reached out and took my pulsing,
slick cock in her hand.  As I was sitting more or less facing her, she
grabbed it like she was giving it a handshake.  Her thumb and fingers
didn't quite meet where she held it close to the root.  Her tan wrist lay
against the head and I was further aroused to see that the shaft and her
forearm were just about the same thickness.  My eyes closed in pleasure as
her fingers slipped up and down, pulling the skin gently.  "Wow!" she said
softly.  "It's warm." I realized that this was the first time she had
actually touched my naked penis.  She had seen it close up before, indeed,
had been looking it right in the eye (as it were) and gotten a faceful of
my hot cum, and she'd rubbed me off through my pants, but this was new.

   "Ohhhh, gosh, Renee, that feels great.  You play with my cock so good."
I praised and encouraged the nine-year-old as she continued to slowly
masturbate me.  I also returned the favor, sliding my hand up her thigh and
under her green sundress to begin gently stroking at the crotch of her
panties.  She wiggled her butt in pleasure as I pressed my fingertips
against the soft fabric, feeling the smooth, warm vulva behind it. 
Meanwhile I was teaching her how to vary her technique.  Taking her small
hand in mine, I showed her how to stroke her now-slimy fingers under the
ridge of my cockhead; how to palm the head and spread the leaking precum;
how to grasp and squeeze gently up and down the length of it.  Karen
watched avidly over her sister's shoulder.  There was now no mistaking the
way she was grinding her hips into the couch, the way her breath was coming
faster and her face was starting to flush.

   Watching the naked eleven-year-old getting aroused was too much.  I felt
the cum beginning to rise, just as Renee started to pick up the pace of her
motion.  I didn't want to squirt on her sundress and have to run it through
the laundry before Jenny got home, but..."Renee, oh!  I'm about to
squirt...you're so good, I'm gonna..."

   But the little girl had other ideas, and they definitely didn't include
getting my sperm on her.  "No!" she cried and - whether this was
instinctive or deliberate on her part, I don't know - grabbed my organ at
the root and squeezed as hard as her little hand could squeeze.

   "AHH!" I shouted as my rising load was blocked.  My cock pulsed
futilely, swelling and darkening, but no more than a tiny dribble got past
the child's grip.  There's nothing quite like that mix of pain and extreme
pleasure, delivered no less from the hand of a nine-year-old child.

   "You can't squirt!" Renee insisted as I grunted and writhed in her
grasp. "I don't want it on me, and I don't want it on my homework.  It's
too messy." I had to admit the child had her priorities in order.  If she
had let me cum I would've covered not only her dress but the collection of
papers spread around us as well.  I don't think "the dog jizzed my
homework" would've worked as an excuse.

   "Oh...oh...gnnaaah..." I panted, feeling my orgasm finally recede. 
"You're right, sweetie, and what a smart girl you are," I praised her. 
"That was exactly the right thing to do.  You stopped me squirting and you
know what?  That made me feel good, too."

   "Really?" Renee said, and "Really?" her sister echoed from her perch on
the couch.  Karen continued, "Because that looked like it hurt."

   "It did, a little," I admitted, "but it felt really good at the same
time.  Just like some of the things I do to you, right, Karen?" She blushed
and well she should, because I had just pretty well described our entire
sexual history.  "Ow...okay...you can let go now, Renee, I'm not about to
squirt any more." Looking slightly dubious, Renee gradually released her
little grip on me.  As she did, a small pulse of semen oozed out but I
swiped it up with the tip of my finger.  Without thinking I raised the
finger to Karen's lips and, perhaps equally without thought she parted them
and sucked it clean.  Wow.  The erotic sight of the eleven-year-old
uncomplainingly eating sperm off my fingertip gave me butterflies deep in
the pit of my stomach - but it also gave me an idea.

   "I've just gotta squirt, though.  It feels too good to stop."

   "You need an orgasm," the third-grader agreed, trying out the shape of
the new word in her mouth.  She had learned it during our outing after the
wedding weeks ago, but this was the first time she'd used it herself.

   "Yes, I do," I agreed.  "Here's what we're gonna do." I stood up,
uncurling my crossed legs, and sat back down on the couch.  With one leg
bent along the cushions and the other on the floor, my crotch was inches
from Karen's face, my erect, slimy penis waving just in front of her nose.
"Karen's going to help us, " I said as I reached down to pull Renee to her
feet as well.  I put my arm around the little girl's waist, fondling her
butt cheeks and moving around to pat her chubby little tummy as I pulled
her close.  With my other hand I stroked her big sister's forehead.  Karen
propped herself up on her elbows and craned her neck a little to look up at
me.  As she did her upper body raised off the couch to reveal her
delectable cherry-sized nipples.  Her legs were slightly spread, one knee
bent with her sandal-shod foot still waving slowly back and forth.

   "Karen, this is part of learning to be a good whore, okay?" Renee gasped
and I felt her whole body tense next to me.  She remembered too well what
had happened the last time I had called her sister a whore.  But my
heart-to-heart with Karen earlier had had the desired effect.  The older
girl winced slightly at my use of the word, but that was all.  I took the
opportunity to reassure Renee while twisting the knife just a little. 
"Don't worry, Renee, Karen understands now, don't you, Karen?" When she
didn't answer, I asked more directly, "What are you, Karen?"

   She cast her eyes down and spoke to my cock rather than my face, but her
soft voice didn't falter.  "I'm a whore."

   "But that's okay, isn't it?  You like being a whore, don't you?  Don't
you?"

   "...yes," she answered after a pause, still in that same soft, resigned
voice.  "I like being a whore."

   "What do you like about it?" I was honestly curious to hear how she'd
answer.

   Now she looked up at us.  "Whores get to do sex things, and make money."

   "Oh, good girl," I praised her, running my hands up and down her slim
naked back.  As I leaned forward to cup her sweet, tender ass cheeks my
cock bumped against her nose.  "What a good little whore." I leaned back.
"You're going to swallow my cum now, just like you did at your school. 
Renee's going to make me squirt, and you have to catch it all in your
mouth. We don't want any to spill Ôcause it'll make a big mess.  So that's
your job, got it?  Open your mouth, now." I gripped my cock and pointed it
at her lovely wide mouth, pressing it against her lips, but Karen shook her
head and pulled back slightly.

   "I didn't like that last time.  It choked me."

   "I know it did, honey, but that's just because you were surprised.  It
didn't taste bad, did it?"

   "No," she admitted.  "It was salty.  But it was slimy and yucky."

   I was stroking her forehead as she spoke and I slid my hand back to
gently grip her neck through her thick blond hair.  "So this time you'll be
ready.  A good whore does this a lot, you know, because men love to squirt
in girls' mouths.  So you need lots of practice.  I bet you'll like it this
time.  Come on, Karen, open up for me, open your mouth, ahhhh...."
Obediently she opened and I sighed with pleasure as my cockhead slid into
warmth and wetness.  I gasped at the feeling of her tongue playing across
the tip, and her cheeks hollowed as she tried to suck in more of my tool.

   I stopped her.  "No...oh!...sweetie, don't suck on me.  Not this time.
Your job is just to catch it when I squirt, and not let any spill.  Open
up, and stick your tongue out a little." I slid back so that the tip of my
cock was just resting on her lower lip.  The angry dark mushroom head
looked incredible perched there.  "Renee...Renee?" The younger girl was
transfixed, staring down at her big sister's mouth wide open to my slimy,
adult cock.  This wasn't the first time she had seen Karen perform the
perverse, intimate act, but now she was taking a direct part in it.  Karen
rolled her eyes upward and the sisters looked at each other, communicating
silently in the way that close siblings can.  Then Karen smiled as best she
could with her lips stretched and nodded slightly, as if to reassure the
younger girl that she was perfectly willing to have her jerk me off into
her mouth.  I took Renee's hand and put it back on my cock, curling her
grip around the warm flesh.  I sighed again as I felt her short, pudgy
fingers squeeze the underside of the shaft and move the skin forward and
back.

   "Oh, that's nice.  Oh, that's good, Renee," I encouraged the
third-grader as she began masturbating me in earnest.  Her expression was
intent as she felt my penis swell and jump under her ministrations.  For
her part, Karen was also watching her little sister's hand, her eyes almost
crossed as she held the end of my cock loosely between her lips.  The
feeling of her tongue sliding along the underside of the head was
exquisite. I was quickly rising back to my peak.  Renee's hand was now
pumping me fast and hard.  I put my head back and closed my eyes as I felt
my nuts draw up tight inside my trousers and I boiled over.

   Karen winced and made a soft gagging sound as my first shot splashed off
the back of her soft palate.  Her mouth opened wider but with her neck
stretched forward her throat was too tense to swallow easily.  She didn't
cough or choke, though, not even as Renee milked a second, third, fourth,
and fifth shot of hot semen into her mouth.  She brought her hands up to
cup her chin as the pool of white mucus overflowed her bottom lip slightly.

   "Oh, my goodness," I moaned and sat back.  Renee kept her hands on me,
slowly and firmly stroking from base to tip as I had taught her I liked,
milking a last few drops that oozed down the side and slimed her short
fingers.  Karen was holding her mouth open, her tongue stirring the pool of
cum that filled it.  Her eyes were watering slightly with the effort of not
choking on the slimy mouthful.  "Oh, Karen, you did so well, that's
wonderful.  You can swallow now, sweetie.  Close your mouth and swallow."
The preteen followed my instructions, closing her lips and lowering her
head.  With my hand still resting lightly on the back of her neck I felt
her throat working as she swallowed repeatedly to clear her mouth.  "Let's
see," I commanded and she raised her head again and opened her mouth.  It
was empty except for some smears of white on her tongue and gooey strings
connecting her upper and lower teeth.  Her chin was shiny was overflowed
sperm, though, and at my instruction she used her cupped hands to scoop it
into her mouth, sucking clean the edges of her palms and swallowing again.
When she was finished I gently removed Renee's hands from my now-softening
organ and offered it to Karen.  She looked up at me questioningly and I
wiggled it at her lips.  They parted and she sucked it in - "Gently!" I
admonished as her tongue rubbed across the sensitive head - and lipped it
clean.  When I slid it out it was shiny with spit but clear of ejaculate.

   I bent to kiss Karen's forehead, telling her what a good little whore
she was.  She rolled over onto her back, exposing her lovely naked titties
and pubis to me like a dog begging to be petted, but I turned my attention
to her sister.  Renee was looking with displeasure at her fingers webbed
with strings of cum, holding her hand well away from her pretty green
sundress.  Her first experience with semen - having it unexpectedly spray
all over her face, hair, and chest - had left her with a childish but firm
distaste for it.  She wasn't about to wipe it on her own clothing but I
didn't want her to decide that my pants or the couch fabric were
acceptable. I took her gently by the wrist and guided her hand to her
sister's upturned face.  "Here you go," I encouraged both girls, "Renee has
some more yummy yummy cum for you, Karen.  Open up and lick her clean."
Karen didn't look thrilled but she did as she was bidden.  As her sister
watched impassively, she puckered her lips and sucked each finger into her
mouth in turn.  After a minute I saw her throat working as she swallowed
again.  The eleven-year-old looked so precious lying naked on her back with
her legs slightly parted that I was ready to take her right there on the
couch, but that wasn't the plan I had given her.  So for the moment I
ignored her unselfconscious display of her preteen charms.

   I turned to sit forward on the couch, planting my feet so Renee stood
between my knees.  "Thank you, Renee, for such a good orgasm.  You're
really good at masturbating me," I praised the third-grader as I caressed
her cheeks and bare shoulders.  "Let's make out!" Without waiting for a
response I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up into my lap.  Her
dress billowed out as her panty-clad baby pussy came to rest directly on my
cock.  I hadn't gone completely soft and the heat and heft of the sexy
child made me start to inflate again.

   I gently stroked my fingers over Renee's cheeks and down onto her
shoulders.  I caressed the two thick braids of her brown hair as I leaned
forward to peck little kisses onto her forehead, her eyelids, her upturned
nose, her rosy cheeks.  I pulled back to look down at the little girl who
smiled back up at me.  Her bright hazel eyes met mine, then I leaned
forward to kiss her on the lips.  She responded as I had taught her,
holding her mouth slightly open and her lips relaxed.  But she went beyond
my lessons; her tiny tongue darted out to meet mine as well, and we gently
licked at each other.

   As I shared long, sensuous kisses with my nine-year-old lover I slid my
fingers inside the elastic bodice of her dress and pushed it down.  Then I
moved my hands back and front so one caressed her smooth back and shoulders
and the other played across the tiny pink nipples that capped the pudgy
mounds of her pre-breasts.  The nipples stiffened beneath my light touches
and Renee hummed her pleasure into my mouth.  I moved my other hand from
her back downward, stroking over her skirt and reaching back up under it to
feel her wonderful round, panty-clad ass.  I squeezed each cheek in turn,
feeling her tense and squirm as I pulled her crack gently open.  Then I
pushed her forward so her cloth-covered crotch nestled more firmly against
my naked, erecting penis under the dress.

   We continued to kiss and neck like this for several minutes.  Without
instruction, Renee reached up and put her short arms around my neck, lacing
her fingers together at my nape.  She stretched her neck up towards me and
I licked around her jawline, kissing gently at those two beautiful moles
before moving on to nibble at her lobes and all around her delicate ears.
We made little moans and sighs of pleasure together.  I marveled at how,
though she was two years younger than her sister, my sex play with Renee
felt more like a relationship between equals.  There was no need to
head-game her into doing what I wanted, and indeed she seemed immune to
that kind of manipulation.  She liked what she liked and did it with me
without inhibition, whereas with Karen I was constantly having to push her
to overcome the voices in her head - her church training and her own
confused guilt over enjoying sex - telling her "no".

   So it was a wonderful erotic charge for me, but not a surprise, when
Renee whispered in my ear, "You're making my cunt all tingly." I'd
encouraged her during our last session to talk frankly to me about her
body. As she spoke she hunched herself against me; it was awkward because I
was so much larger than her; her legs were spread very wide over my hips
and with her knees bent and her legs doubled under there wasn't much
leverage.

   "I'm glad," I broke a kiss to whisper back.  "I love you, and I love
your little cunt.  It's hot and tasty.  I bet it's getting juicy right now.
Can you feel it getting juicy, Renee?"

   "Uh huh," she whispered back.

   I reached behind me to unhook the third-grader's arms from my neck. 
"Unbutton my shirt, sweetie." As she fumbled with the buttons I moved my
hands under her dress.  I pushed a finger into the legband of her panties,
pleased to find that this pair was fairly loose.  My thumb pulled the
fabric away from her hot little vulva while with my other hand I bent my
now-turgid penis down parallel to her chubby thigh and slid it into her
panties.  She made a little "ooo" of surprise and pleasure as my hot, firm
man-flesh came to rest nestled between her smooth labia.  I could feel the
head pushing against the fabric of her underwear, caught by the elastic
waistband.

   I helped the little girl with the last couple of buttons then spread my
shirt open.  I leaned back against the couch, baring my hairy chest. 
Renee's eyes had drifted closed, her mouth still slightly open from
kissing. Her lips and chin were shiny with our mingled saliva.  The
delicate taste of her flesh was in my mouth.  I folded my arms around her
small, muscular back, pulling her naked chest against mine.  I could feel
our bellies rub together and her pointy, firm nipples pressing against my
ribcage as I cradled her head against my breastbone.  I stroked her thick,
brown hair.  She hugged herself against me, her short arms nowhere near
meeting around my back, and I felt her breathing catch and deepen as we
humped our hips together to rub my penis against her moist, warm, bald
slit. She felt so hot and slippery and good.  "You're so pretty," I
whispered into the top of her head.  "You make my thingy feel good, your
cunny is so nice and warm, it's like it's hugging my thingy."

   "You thingy is all big and hard," she spoke dreamily.  "Rub your thingy
against me, oh, harder, it...oh!...feels good.  Ah!  I'm tingly...feels
good all over...I'm gonna have an or...  oh, oh, oh, oooAAH!" Renee
shuddered all over and I felt her bare thighs clench tight around my
trousers.  I held the girl tenderly against me as she trembled through her
juvenile climax.  I could feel her tight little slit fluttering against my
shaft as warm juice slid down to coat my scrotum.  It felt wonderful, but
suddenly I was at the verge of cumming again.

   "Oh!  Renee, I'm gonna squirt again!  I don't want to mess your panties.
Grab it, quick!" The little girl knew just what to do - her hand went under
her dress in a trice.  She grabbed me right at the root of my shaft where
it disappeared up the leghole of her underwear and squeezed as hard as she
could.  Her thumb dug into my urethra just above my sack.  "Owwww!" I
moaned as I felt the pulse of semen dammed up by the pressure.  My eyes
went halfway crossed and I swear I almost greyed out, so intense was the
repeat of the stabbing pleasure-pain.  I bounced the little girl on my lap
and grunted repeatedly as my body twitched from the forestalled climax.

   After a few perilous seconds I felt the tide of orgasm recede and I
relaxed, blowing out a breath and collapsing back against the cushions. 
Renee, however, was very protective of her clothing.  She now had both
hands wrapped tightly around my penis.  Her expression was almost a scowl
as she sat astride my thighs, bare to the waist.  Her little nipples were
still pointy and stiff.  Her hands made a warm little cockring but I needed
to get my swollen cock out of her panties.  Gingerly I reached under the
skirt myself and as I carefully extricated myself from her underwear, my
cockhead bumped against the bottom of her slit, momentarily pushing against
her virgin opening.  She was well-lubricated and I felt the tip separate
her bald lips and a startling heat envelop it.  The new intimate contact
shocked us both a little.  Renee jumped and gasped and for a moment I
revisited the vision of grabbing her tight little ass and just pulling her
against me, forcing my cock through her intact hymen and as deep as it
would go into her tiny channel, digging my nails into her cheeks as she
thrashed in pain and made vain attempts to break my grip and pull free of
my invading member.

   But of course that would never do.  Instead I pulled back like a
gentleman, leaning forward to brush my lips across hers.  I lifted the
skirt of her sundress up to expose my penis, looking angry and dark and
huge compared to her small hands squeezing at the base.  As my vision
cleared I was able to focus again beyond the sexy little nine-year-old in
my lap.  Karen was still lying on her back next to us on the couch.  She
was staring up at nothing in particular.  Her nipples stood up proud and
stiff and swollen.  Her legs were spread wide, one up on the couch back,
and her sandal-shod feet moved as her ankles flexed and relaxed, flexed and
relaxed.  Her hands were resting on her crotch.  She wasn't actively
masturbating herself, but just slowly rotating her hips.  Her baby six-pack
flexed and shifted with the motion.  Her expression alternated between a
gentle smile and a blank, mild, open-mouthed look of bliss.

   It wasn't easy to maneuver with Renee's compact weight still on my lap
and her hands in a near-death grip on my tool, but I managed to roll
towards Karen a bit, and then bend the shaft a bit further so that it was
pointed over her.  "You can let go now," I whispered to Renee.  At first I
didn't think she was going to, that I was going to have to waddle around
for the rest of the afternoon with the third-grader swinging from my cock
like the monkey bars - but once she was sure that her dress was well out of
the way she released her hands all at once and sat back.  The pressure
released, my groin muscles tightened involuntarily to clear the tube of
backed-up fluid; with an explosive "Ah!" I fired a single shot of semen
that plopped down onto Karen, painting itself at an angle across her
forehead, nose, lips and chin and down to end just above her right nipple.
The warm fluid startled her out of her trance.  She sat up and turned to
look at us, blinking.  She saw her little sister naked from the waist up,
leaning against my bare, hairy chest.  She saw my penis looking larger and
darker than she had ever seen it rising out of its nest of dark pubic hair
in my open fly, a drop of white fluid clinging to the tip as the mushroom
head flared and relaxed.

   Renee giggled at the sight of her big sister's startled expression and
the drip of jizz hanging from her chin.  I forestalled Karen's reaction by
saying, "Thank you, Karen, for catching my mess again.  You look so pretty
with my cum on you!  Just like a good little whore should." My words were
chosen to again evoke the confused mix of pride and shame that were making
the preteen increasingly emotionally dependent on me, and her face
reflected the conflict.  Before the naked child could respond I continued,
"Don't you have something you want to say to your sister, Karen?" I hugged
Renee to me as I spoke, trapping my cock against her bare belly.

   "Um...yes." As Karen spoke, the thick drip of cooling sperm swung back
and forth with the movement of her chin.  "Renee, the other day in the
truck?  I'm really sorry that I hit you when you called me a...a whore.  I
thought it was a bad thing, but now I know better." Karen's voice took on a
slightly sing-song quality as she was basically parroting what we had
discussed earlier in her bedroom.  I didn't think she entirely believed
what she was saying yet, but I counted on repetition to get her to
internalize it more and more.  "I am a whore.  It's just the way I am, and
I like it." Her gaze dropped and as she continued it seemed she was
speaking to herself as much as to us.  "I like masturbating, and I like
sucking penises, and I like having orgasms.  So I'm a whore, and I
shouldn't have hit you when you said so.  I'm sorry," she repeated.  "Also,
I'm sorry that I was bugging you before.  You're littler, and you're not a
whore like me, and you don't feel sexy all the time.  I should be
con-sid-er-ate," she stumbled a bit over the long word, "and not bother
you. I promise that I won't try and make you do sex with me any more."

   "That's very brave of you, Karen," I said.  I stroked Renee's nude back
gently, up and down, up and down.  "Renee, what do you say to your sister
for apologizing so nicely?"

   "I accept your apology, Karen," Renee responded without hesitation, just
as she had been trained by her parents.  But then she squirmed free of my
embrace and sat up.  "Now can I go out and play until dinner?"

   "Well, just a minute.  There's something else Karen wants to ask you,
isn't there, Karen?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Um..." The little girl fidgeted and blushed.  "Um...If you
don't want to it's okay, but..." Karen stalled out there.  I had to prompt
her to continue.  Coloring further, she finally said, "To be a good, uh,
whore, I haveta learn how to do sex with girls and boys both."