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   Jenny's Couch, part 7 (Mg, Mgg, gg, ped, inc, 1st, oral, cons,
reluc/forced, blasphemy, mindfucking) by Rufus Fugit

   Renee didn't look happy.  The third-grader was perched on my knees on
the large sectional couch that dominated her family's den.  Her mint-green
sundress was pulled down to her waist, baring her immature chest and
rounded belly.  Her dark nipples capped the little pads of baby fat that
would one day grow into breasts.  Her slightly olive skin took the sun
easily; the paleness of her chest and belly contrasted sharply with her
tanned shoulders and rosy, sun-kissed cheeks.  Though bound in two thick,
dark braids her brown hair was a little mussed.  And though her eyes were
bright and her red lips still looked a bit swollen and bee-stung from our
recent make-out session, her brow was lowered and her sweet mouth twisted
into a slight frown.

   "But...you just said you were gonna stop bugging me." Renee addressed
her older sister, Karen, who sat next to us on the couch.  The thin blonde
was two years her sister's senior.  She was also, except for a pair of
dressy white leather sandals, quite naked.  A lot of her hair had escaped
the ponytail holder in our recent exertions and framed her pretty oval
face. A single trail of sperm oozed from her high forehead across the
bridge of her nose and down her cheek to dangle off her chin.  A companion
trail was drying on her upper chest, reaching almost to her puffy,
walnut-sized right nipple.  Her hands twisted anxiously in her naked lap,
hiding for the moment her nearly-hairless mound and her lovely, large
dark-pink clitoris, swollen and moist.

   I came to the fifth-grader's rescue.  I gently stroked Renee's cheek,
neck, and naked shoulder as I spoke.  "She did, and she's not.  She's not
trying to make you do anything, sweetie, she's asking for your help.  I
have a boy's body - as you may have noticed." I waggled my erect penis with
my other hand to illustrate the point, which made the young girl giggle
saucily.  I continued, "So I can teach Karen how to make boys feel good. 
But she needs to learn how to make girls feel good, too, and for that we
need a girl's body.  You're the only girl that knows she's a whore.  We can
trust you not to tell and get her in trouble." Renee still looked dubious,
so I continued, "Look, I'll be right next to you; I won't let Karen do
anything you don't like.  That's the whole point, all you have to do is
tell her what feels good." The younger girl still looked skeptical.  "Hey,
your dad told me once that you like helping out the teacher at school.  Is
that right?"

   "Yeah, sometimes I help teach the little kids, like if they have trouble
with spelling words, or, or, one time, I showed everyone how to 'carry the
10s' when they couldn't get it."

   "So this would be just like that - you'll be the teacher, except instead
of teaching the little kids, you'll be teaching a big kid." Yep - spelling,
addition, cunnilingus - all pretty much the same.  Sure.  Nevertheless,
Renee seemed to find this line of argument persuasive.

   "Wellll...will I haveta kiss her?  I mean, grown-up kiss like we do?"

   "Not if you don't want to," I repeated.  "Besides, mouths are the same
for girls and boys.  Karen needs to learn the parts that are different."

   "Okay," she decided, "If it'll help."

   I gathered Renee into a hug, rubbing her back and savoring the feeling
of her small naked torso nestling against my hairy chest.  "Thank you,
sweetie.  I knew I could count on you.  Karen, say 'thank you' to your
little sister.  She's doing you a big favor and you should be grateful to
her."

   "Thank you, Renee," Karen said obediently.

   "Here, hop off, Renee," I indicated the couch between her sister and me.
"Karen, stand up and make room." I arranged the younger child on her back
on the broad cushions.  The bodice of her sundress was already pushed down;
I bunched up her skirt so the dress was just a tangle of green fabric
around her waist.  Except for that and her white panties she was naked.  I
stuffed a throw pillow behind her head then stood, penis bouncing
semi-erect from the open fly of my trousers, and moved around her. 
Grasping a thin ankle in each hand I spread her short legs wide and lay
down between them with my nose almost touching her panty-clad crotch.  My
rampant cock dug into the couch cushion; I lifted my hips slightly to
adjust it so it was lying angled in the crease of my thigh.  I stretched my
arms up, stroking gently over her pudgy belly which rippled and hollowed at
my touch.  I traced the bottom edge of her small ribcage and upwards,
gently pinching her nipples.  I rolled the little nubs between my fingers,
pleased to feel them stiffening into tiny pink pebbles.  Renee arched her
back, pushing her chest up into my hands.  She stretched her arms back over
her head, smiling and practically purring with pleasure as I felt her up.

   I would've been perfectly happy to carry on like that with the
third-grader, but Karen was standing next to the couch looking down at us,
waiting for her instructions.  "Come lie down next to me, sweetie," I said,
"But clean yourself up first.  I put my sperm on you to keep the couch
clean, that was the point." Karen looked down at her nude body.  The trail
of cum across her upper chest was just about dry, but the string dripping
from her chin was still swinging free.  She raised her cupped hand to catch
it, looking at the silvery-white blob lying across her fingers.  "Go
ahead," I had to urge her before she extended her wide pink tongue and
slurped it up.  "There's more," I indicated, and at my direction she swiped
a finger up her cheek and across her forehead, gathering the rest of the
cooling semen and sucking it into her mouth.  She swallowed, grimacing
slightly at the taste which she still wasn't completely used to.  "Good
girl - we can't have a dirty whore messing up the couch, can we?" My tone
was light, but the naked child hung her head at the epithet.  Renee watched
her sister's reactions intently.

   I patted the cushion.  "Okay, nice clean whore, come lie down with me."
Karen stretched out alongside me, supporting herself on her elbows.  The
warmth of her bare skin pressed against me, the fresh, clean scent of her
mingled with the trace odor of her drying cunt cream made my penis throb
against the cushion.  I stroked a hand down her back, feeling the knobs of
her spine and the swell of her not-quite-juvenile buttocks.  I dipped a
hand briefly between her cheeks, moving a finger around to lightly stroke
her hot, moist vaginal opening.  She gasped a little at the touch and her
hips pressed down as a little fresh wetness dribbled onto my fingertip.  I
whispered in her ear, "Your babycunt is hot and ready for more sex.  Are
you ready to learn?" Horny but still unable to completely accept her body's
insistent arousal, she blushed and nodded.

   I took her hand and placed it gently on her little sister's clothed
mound, inches from our noses.  "What's this?" I asked her.

   "It's Renee's...privates," Karen replied softly.  Her blue eyes were
wide, staring at her hand and her sister's crotch.  She held her hand
still, embarrassed and unsure.  She had seen me fooling around with Renee -
her inadvertent snooping is what had led me to drag her down this road of
ever-increasing perversion - had seen the younger girl masturbating, had
just seen her masturbate me and caught my sperm in her own mouth, but this
touch was her first unambiguous incest.  Though she was coming to accept
and even crave repeated sexual abuse, this seemed wrong in a different way
though she couldn't put it into words.  Her reluctance thrilled me - it was
another barrier to break down, another chance to shame the naked,
vulnerable eleven-year-old as I bent her will to mine.

   "Nope, wrong!" I reached between her thighs and gave her sensitive
perineum a quick, hard pinch.  She jumped and squeaked.  "'Privates' is
what you might call it in church or if your teacher asked you, but that's
not what we call it here.  Renee, tell her what she's touching."

   Despite being half-naked and spread open before us, Renee fell easily
into tutoring mode.  "That's my cunt, Karen," she piped, looking down at us
huddled between her spread legs.  "You're touching my cunt."

   "And does it feel good, Renee?" I asked.

   "Not really, not right now."

   I turned back to the older girl.  "What are you touching, Karen?"

   "I'm touching Renee's...cunt." She spoke to her sister's crotch, not to
me, barely whispering the dirty word.

   "But you're not doing it right, Karen.  You're not making your sister
feel good."

   She turned, her wide blue eyes staring into mine.  "I don't know how,"
she said plaintively.  She looked on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by a
swirl of conflicting emotions.  She wanted to please me and she wanted to
feel that upsurge of orgasmic pleasure that I could give her - but she
feared it as much as she craved it.  She feared the loss of control and was
ashamed of her body's reactions, ashamed of how even now as she did
something that felt completely wrong, her clit was swollen and aching as
she ground it against the rough fabric of the cushion.

   "I know, sweetie.  We'll show you." I laid my right hand next to hers,
side by side on Renee's mound.  "You have to pet her gently, like this," I
said as I rubbed my fingers lightly over the soft fabric.  Karen copied me
tentatively, stroking her younger sister's mound with me.

   Renee made a little sigh of pleasure, then giggled.  "That tickles," she
said softly, her eyes closed.  "Karen's tickling my cunt."

   "See how easy it is, Karen?  Now, let's try it with bare skin." I hooked
my fingers under the yellow elastic lace legband of Renee's underpants and
pulled aside the crotch panel, baring her undeveloped cunny.  Her puffy,
bald labia were damp with sweat.  Her slit was pulled slightly open by her
spread-legged position and we could clearly see the pale coral membrane of
her hymen.  It was shiny with moisture; drops of syrupy, slightly aromatic
fluid puddled in the small opening.  At the top of the slit her baby clit
just peeked out.  I inhaled deeply, savoring the light scent of her preteen
arousal.  "Just do what I do," I instructed the older girl as I gently
rubbed one chubby lip.  I stroked it up and down, then gently from the
center, rubbing the slit open and letting the firm flesh pull closed again.
Next to me Karen did the same, watching carefully as the tiny vaginal
opening pulsed and tightened.  Going further, she ran her index finger
lightly up and down between the labia.  "Good girl," I breathed into her
ear as I caressed her back and shoulders and played with her waist-length
blond ponytail.

   Karen quickly discovered that Renee's clitoris, though much smaller and
less developed than her own, was no less sensitive.  She gently pushed on
the wrinkled little button, drawing a murmur of pleasure from the younger
girl.  She flicked it from side to side, seeing how the more aggressive
touches drew stronger reactions from her younger sister.  As I watched her
profile, her expression changed from uncertainty and embarrassment to the
concentrated, intent look she wore when she was working out a tough
homework problem.  I moved my hand aside as Karen began touching all over
her sister's hairless cunny, learning the similarities and differences
between it and her own.

   I glanced up to see Renee watching us.  I exchanged a smile with the
nine-year-old, nodding to encourage her as she spoke.  "Karen, you're doing
it right now.  It feels good when you touch my cunt that way." She could've
been praising a peer for solving a math problem except for the little
catches in her breath, the way she stretched her head back against the
pillow and breathed deeply as immature sexual pleasure bubbled up in her.

   "Renee, I'm going to teach Karen to use her mouth now, okay?  I know
that's not your favorite thing, sweetie, but it's something every whore has
to know." I patted Karen's round backside as I spoke.  "I hope you don't
mind too much."

   "No, it's okay," Renee said softly.  "It feels nice, I just think it's
gross to put your mouth where I pee.  But I guess if you're a whore you
don't mind, huh?"

   I happened to glance up as she spoke and saw a complicated expression
flash across her face.  The first time she had called her big sister a
whore she hadn't even known what the word meant.  Karen's response had been
explosive.  In fact, I had sold these cunnilingus lessons to Karen as
punishment for that outburst.  At the time Renee had watched me emotionally
browbeat Karen until, nearly sobbing with humiliation, she broke down and
said it herself: "I'm a whore".  And while after our session in her bedroom
earlier she could say it out loud with a certain degree of acceptance,
still I could see it cost her something every time.  Renee could see that
too, even if she couldn't completely understand.  Still, she got it enough
that I saw a fleeting look of malicious joy on her childish face as she
imitated my nonchalant use of the word.  She and Karen had always got along
well and I knew they loved each other, but even the best of little sisters
couldn't resist a chance to tweak the older sib from time to time.

   And it wasn't lost on Karen.  Her head came up, anger and hurt
registering as she opened her mouth to reply sharply.  I forestalled her
with a hand on the back of her slender neck.  "No, she doesn't mind at
all," I said, "Do you, Karen?" When she remained silent I gave her neck a
little squeeze and shake, repeating "Do you?" with just a little steel in
my voice.

   Karen turned her hurt puppy-dog eyes on me, dropped them when she saw no
sympathy in my face.  "...no..." she whispered.  "I'm a whore."

   "Good girl!" I exclaimed, changing my grip to a hug, and moving on
before she could process the emotional shift.  "Now, here's how you eat a
cunny.  First, lick the outside, like this." And I stuck out my tongue and
swiped it up one of Renee's chubby, damp cuntlips.  She giggled and her
groin twitched.  "Now you," I instructed the older girl.  Hesitantly she
craned her neck forward, stuck out her tongue and just touched the flat
surface to her younger sister's vulva.  She licked her lips and swallowed,
grimacing at the taste.  Neither of the girls had developed much fondness
for the flavor.  But it pleased me that she needed no further urging to
stick her tongue back out and, as instructed, lick the entire length of
Renee's other lip.  Again the younger girl giggled and twitched.

   "Good, that's it.  Now lick her all over, bottom to top, just like that.
Good job, little whore!" As the blond fifth-grader bent her head to obey
she kept her eyes rolled to look at my face, begging for the approval and
praise I gave her.  I continued murmuring encouragement in her delicate
blushing ear while I rubbed her back, letting my hand trail down across her
ass to her upper thighs, then back up, pausing to tickle at her vaginal
opening and even teasing her anus briefly.  "Renee, how does that feel?  Is
she doing it right?" I spoke to remind Renee of her ostensible role as
tutor in this whole lewd scenario.

   "Uh-HUH!" Renee gasped.  She appeared to be enjoying the oral
stimulation much more than she had the first time I had eaten her.  In the
intervening weeks she had masturbated herself probably dozens of times; she
was becoming more sexualized, more easily stimulated and more aware of her
body's childish desires.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open in a
vague smile.  Beads of sweat were popping out on her forehead despite the
cool of the air conditioning.  Her hips were starting to twitch and rotate,
the tendons at the top of her thighs tensing in turn.  "Yes, that feels
good!" she repeated.  "Keep licking me like that, little whore!" She
mimicked my tone so perfectly that I had to stifle a guffaw.  Karen's
narrow shoulders twitched and her eyes squeezed shut momentarily but she
kept licking.  Renee reached down with both hands and grabbed her rubbery
labia, pulling them up and out to fully expose her stiff little clitoris.
When Karen's tongue passed over it Renee's whole body jumped and an
exclamation of surprise and pleasure was forced out of her.  "Oh!  Do it
again, Karen!  Lick me right - ah!  - there!  Lick me, whore!" and she
giggled again.

   Karen bent her head to obey her little sister's command.  "Put your lips
around it," I whispered in her ear.  "Put your lips around it and suck on
it gently, like it was a tiny little penis." The room filled with sloppy
kissing and slurping sounds as Renee's compact butt jumped and wriggled,
forcing Karen to chase the moving target of her swollen clitty.  I rolled
sideways a bit, pressing my bare chest and my cock against the length of
Karen's body.  Her skin was hot where it rubbed against me.  My penis was
aching for more contact.  I knew I could take Karen's hand and the
compliant young girl would obediently jerk me off.  I sighed as I imagined
the naked eleven-year-old pleasuring two people at once, masturbating an
adult man while sucking on her own sister's prepubescent cunt.  But I
stopped myself before I reached for her wrist, rolled away slightly to look
at the beautiful naked child beside me.  Watching the muscles shift under
the golden skin of her back, I made a decision.

   I sat up.  "Oh, you're doing so well, Karen, but it's time to learn a
different way." I put a hand on her shoulder, tugging her back gently.  She
turned her head to look up at me.  Her lips and chin were shiny with her
younger sister's sweat and preteen secretions.  Renee's eyes were closed
and she was panting lightly.  When Karen's lips left her baby cunny and
didn't return immediately she made a soft, high-pitched whine of
frustration.  Her small hips twitched, her wide-spread legs drew up
slightly, her ankles twisted and her delicate toes clenched and released,
her entire lower body trying to urge Karen's mouth back on to her pleasure
button.  When it didn't happen, she cupped her right hand and pushed the
fingers against the dark pink little nub.  With her other hand still
pulling her outer lips taut she strummed her clitty rapidly, making little
squeaks and gasps of pleasure.  "Renee.  Renee!" I had to grab her wrist
and pull her hand away from her crotch to get her attention.  She looked at
me sulkily; she had been getting close.

   I chuckled at seeing the younger girl swept away for the first time by
her body's sexual response.  "You're supposed to be helping me teach Karen,
remember?" But I relented, "You'll like this, too, we're just going to do
it a different way." I put a hand on either side of Karen's waist, urging
the girl to roll over.  She looked so young and vulnerable, lying on the
couch with her puffy nipples pointing up at me.  She bent her knees, one
leg up and the other falling sideways, exposing her almost-hairless cunt.
Her clitoris was standing out, large and stiff and flushed with blood from
the stimulation of rubbing it into the couch.  Blond hair framed her
anxious expression and fanned out from her ponytail holder around her bare
shoulders.  Fondly, I stroked a hand from her cheek down across her nipple
to her hip, watching how her breath caught and her flat stomach twitched at
my touch.

   I turned my attention to Renee.  I climbed over Karen (my cock bobbed
right in front of her face) and stood, looking down at the pretty,
mostly-naked child.  "Get up, sweetie," I told her kindly.  I took her
hand, feeling her fingers slippery with her preteen cunt juice, and helped
her to stand up on the cushions.  Her eyes were bright with excitement, her
face and chest flushed and a little sweaty.  She shifted her weight
excitedly from foot to foot, pressing her thighs together.  "Let's get
these off," I said, gathering her sundress in my hands and tugging the
elastic bodice down over her hips to puddle at her feet.  Her panties came
partway with it, hanging above her knees.  I pulled them the rest of the
way down and held her hand while she stepped out of them.  She was now
completely naked and I realized this was the very first time I'd ever seen
her so.  Her long brown braids hung almost to her compact little bubble
butt.  Her round tummy pooched out slightly, curving down to her chubby
hairless mound.  Her tiny pink nipples were hard pebbles atop small cones
of babyfat.  From the tip of her pert nose down to her pretty toenails, she
was beautiful.  She was irresistible.  I put my hands around her small
waist, bent and drew her to me.  My fingers met in the small of her back
and my thumbs just covered her hipbones.  I pushed my nose into her bald
preteen sex, inhaling deeply and savoring her spicy scent.  She giggled and
trembled slightly as my nose pushed her clitty from side to side.  I
gathered a tongueful of clean juice and sweat from her slit, and licked and
kissed my way up to her bellybutton, her chest, her nipples, neck, and -
tipping my head back since standing on the couch she stood a few inches
taller than me - her face.  I planted feathery little kisses on her mouth,
the beautiful pair of moles on her jawline, her nose, her eyelids.  I
pressed my open lips to hers and our tongue-tips twirled around each other
for a delicious few moments.  Rubbing noses, I gazed into her wide, excited
hazel eyes and whispered, "You are so beautiful and sexy.  I love you so
much, Renee.  Thank you for helping teach your sister." Her arms went
around my neck and without speaking she hugged her nude form against me.

   I stepped back and led her to stand with her feet on either side of
Karen's head.  "Karen, Renee's going to kneel down now and put her cunny on
your mouth, and you lick on her some more.  The trick is she's upside-down
to you now.  Her clitty's on the bottom instead of the top."

   I guided the younger child to a kneeling position and pressed gently on
the small of her back, pushing her crotch downwards.  But as she settled
into position, Karen's eyes got wide and she made a "mmmmmf!" of protest.
Her hands pushed her sister away.  "Her butt's right in my nose!  I don't
want to smell her poop!"

   "Let's see." I gently spread Renee's cheeks apart.  Sure enough, there
was a little smear of brown to one side of her pucker.  "Renee," I chided
her gently, "You haven't been wiping well enough." The nine-year-old looked
back at me, abashed.  "Okay, hang on a second." I left the two naked
children there on the couch and went down the hall to the downstairs
bathroom.  I wet a washcloth with warm water and wrung it out.  I also
grabbed a large bath sheet from the linen closet.  Returning to the den, I
knelt down next to the couch.  At my instruction, Karen grabbed one of
Renee's pale globes in each hand and separated them.  Renee was watching me
over her bare shoulder.  She made a soft "umph" as her anus was exposed to
the cool air, and squirmed a little as I gently scrubbed her with the
cloth. "There, all clean!" I circled the pink-brown pucker with my finger.
A little pressure made Renee jump and sigh again.

   I gently pressed at the base of Renee's spine.  Her knees slid apart and
her smooth cunt settled down on Karen's mouth.  Only the upper half of the
older girl's face was visible, with her nose slotted into her little
sister's crack.  Her eyes widened as Renee's movements blocked her nostrils
for a second.  "All right, sweetie, now start licking your sister again." I
stroked her forehead gently, smoothing her blond hair back.  "That's it," I
said as her chin started working.  "Show us what a good whore you are, how
you can make a girl feel good too."

   I continued to coach both girls through their first cunnilingus. 
"Renee, don't sit down so hard.  Give Karen room to work.  Karen, remember
her button's on the bottom now." Karen's eyes closed in concentration, and
quiet smacking sounds came from beneath Renee's spread cheeks.

   Renee turned her head forward.  She was in a half-crouch on her hands
and knees.  As Karen started to find a rhythm, Renee squirmed back and
forth, her belly heaving.  Her thick brown braids fell forward to frame her
face.  Her eyelids drooped and she started making little "mmm, mmm" noises
of enjoyment.  The toes of one foot were pointed, the other bent back.  As
I watched she slid down until all ten of the pretty digits were pads up on
the couch, but then she brought one leg forward, then the other.  Then they
slid down again.

   Karen drew her legs up and open as she worked, exposing her aroused
vulva further.  I folded the towel twice and pushed it up beneath her slim
butt to protect the upholstery.  I lay down between her half-spread legs. I
gave Renee a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered some instructions as I
lowered myself, then I extended my tongue and flicked it against Karen's
exposed clitoris.  She reacted as if I had touched her with a cattle prod
instead.  Her legs kicked out and her entire body went rigid for a second
and she gave a sharp, short scream, muffled to a "MMMPH!" by Renee's
slippery baby snatch.

   Resting my elbows outside Karen's hips I placed my hands on her torso,
sliding them up over her ribs to her stiff, dark pink nipples.  "Don't
stop, Karen!  You have to concentrate on what you're doing, to give
pleasure and get it at the same time.  Keep licking!" I bent my head and
attacked Karen's wide-open slit in earnest.  I licked from her vaginal
opening up to her clit in broad, slow strokes, pausing at the top for just
a second to suck her oversized clit between my teeth.  I continued to
caress her torso, pulling and tweaking her cherry-sized nipples in turn. 
Her juices started flowing immediately.  Cunt cream ran out of her and into
my mouth faster than I could lap it up.  It soaked into my beard and
smeared around her thighs, dripping down onto the towel and darkening the
pale terry fabric.  Her hips and waist started twisting back and forth. 
Her mound bumped hard into my nose.  She started making little squeaks and
moans, muffled by Renee's smooth thighs clamped around her cheeks.  And
Renee was sighing and gasping herself in a sexual chain reaction as the
feeling of Karen humming into her preteen vagina brought her closer to her
immature peak.

   Karen's arousal had been building since we came downstairs with no
opportunity for release.  Within a minute she was at the brink of orgasm
and when I seized her clit gently between my teeth she went over.  Her
knees drew up then kicked out straight as she spasmed, her heels scraping
up and down my back.  Her neck stretched back, pushing her chin hard into
Renee's spread vagina.  Her moans got load and urgent - "MMMPH!  UMMMMPH!
MMMMAPH!" - as her flushed chest strained upwards, pushing her puffy
nipples into my palms.

   After a few seconds, the fifth-grader relaxed.  Her legs draped over my
shoulders, she drew her knees up to rest her feet flat on my back.  I was
drenched with her baby honey from the bridge of my nose to my chin,
pleasurably overwhelmed by the smell of her pubescent sweat and sex.  My
cock throbbed against the couch cushion with each sniff.  I gave her no
respite, though, redoubling my oral assault on her aroused, hypersensitive
cunt.  I nibbled at her lips, stretching them and feeling the elastic
tissue snap back.  I sucked harder on her engorged, oversize clit and
trilled my tongue against it.  At the same time, I rolled my eyes upwards,
signaling to Renee.  I had to reach up and pat her to get her attention -
her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations radiating from
her tiny cunny - but at my encouraging nod she began chanting, "Karen is a
who-ore, Karen is a who-ore, A whory, whory whore.  Karen is a who-ore," in
a high, piping sing-song voice.  It was the same taunt that had made her
sister furious in my truck, causing her to strike out and leading to the
"punishment" she was now undergoing.

   Coupled with my unrelenting attack on Karen's cunt, the effect was
immediate.  Her head twisted from side to side, bound by her sister's
little thighs but far enough to free her mouth to moan
"Noooooo...nooooooo....nuhhhhhh...nooooAHHH, AH, AH, AIEE!" Her protests
dissolved into wordless gasps and cries.  Her body stiffened again as
another orgasm took her.  She spasmed more violently.  I could feel her
vaginal muscles contracting against my lips.  More and more of her thick,
creamy liquid flowed out of her cunt and onto my face, into my mouth.  I
swallowed repeatedly and mauled her clit again and again.  Her arms and
legs were twitching randomly now, completely out of her control.  Her cries
became sobs in earnest as her immature nervous system was totally
overwhelmed.  With each swipe of my tongue against her button an unbearable
spike of pleasure shot through her, triggering another orgasmic
contraction. Through it all, Renee kept chanting in a soft, breathy voice,
"Karen is a who-ah-ore!  Karen is-ah!-a whore!  A whory, who-oh, oh, oh! 
whore," punctuated with her own little gasps and sighs when her big
sister's lips or tongue found their mark.

   I intended to drive Karen to the brink of exhaustion.  After nearly half
an hour without respite from my vigorous oral attack, five major orgasms
and countless smaller surges, I succeeded.  Her moans and sobs had quieted
and her chest heaved as she cried silently.  Her oversized clitoris was as
swollen and dark with blood as I'd ever seen it, straining upwards from her
bare slit - I even thought that I could see it pulsing slightly with her
racing heartbeat.  Her arms lay limp on the couch and her legs had fallen
wide open, one knee against the couch back and the other hanging off the
cushion over the floor.  Her hands and sandal-shod feet jerked weakly, but
that was the only response she could muster to the now-continuous waves of
orgasmic pleasure washing over her.  Her body was drenched in sweat; it
dripped off her belly and thighs.  The smell of her cunt juice hung heavy
in the large room.  At this rate I was going to have to open the patio door
for a while before her parents got home.  As for me, my neck was sore, my
tongue was tired, and my lips felt bruised.  But there was nowhere I would
have rather spent the afternoon - or every afternoon - than right there,
with my face buried between the fifth-grader's preteen thighs and covered
in her sex fluids.

   Finally, I sat back on my haunches to admire the two children locked in
their incestuous embrace.  Renee's chanting had trailed off.  She was
lightly hunching herself against Karen's mouth, her back arching and
relaxing as she smeared her light lubrication across her sister's face. 
Her eyes were closed as she breathed deeply and evenly through her nose.

   They opened when she felt the cushion shift as I stood up.  I shrugged
out of my unbuttoned shirt, kicked off my leather slip-ons, and pulled down
my trousers and underwear.  Stepping out of them, I stood completely naked
for the first time before Renee's stunned gaze.  My cock strained upwards
from my hairy crotch, twitching with each vagrant breath of cool air.  The
head was swollen and dark and throbbing from my forestalled climax.  My
balls felt heavy and turgid.  I was more aroused than I could ever recall
being, on fire with the knowledge that I was seconds away from fucking
Karen.

   My guess was that there was no resistance left in the fifth-grader, but
I really had no idea how she would respond.  I had never screwed a child
before, never a virgin nor anyone nearly this young.  So far I had guessed
correctly how to take advantage of Karen's vulnerabilities and insecurities
but I had been playing it by ear from the start.  I had convinced her that
her sex drive was perverse and shameful but at the same time cultivated it
and fixed her on me as her source of sexual pleasure.  Her desires were now
obsessive but at the same time she felt guilty every night when she gave in
to the urge to pleasure herself.  On the other hand when I molested her she
felt helpless to resist.  That helplessness absolved her of responsibility,
but I could wrench pleasure from her barely-pubescent body so much more
extreme than she could do for herself, and that made her guilt afterwards
even more intense.

   Into that emotional maelstrom I had introduced the concept of being a
whore, something that her peers and church training told her was an even
worse transgression - yet I praised her for it, encouraged her emotionally
and with gifts and money, worked to convince her that it was her vocation,
that starting now at age eleven she should set her sights on becoming a
sexual dynamo.

   So if I did this just right she would be my docile fuck toy
indefinitely. If I was wrong the poor child might break down completely, or
at least run to her parents for help or solace, and if that happened I was
done for.  Looked at that way, it was foolish to continue but I felt that I
had painted myself into a corner - or rather, my cock had led me to it. 
And I couldn't turn back now.

   Wordlessly I grasped Renee around her middle and lifted her like a
puppydog up and off her sister.  I held her to me briefly, my cock pressed
into her sweaty chest, then set her down on the couch at Karen's head.  I
could see Karen's face for the first time since Renee had sat on it.  Her
cheeks were flushed and shiny with sweat and Renee's cunt juices.  Her hair
was tangled and wet, dark at the roots and plastered to her forehead in
damp strands.  Her eyes were closed but she still cried soundlessly.  Tears
tracked either side of her face, running into her ears and down to wet the
couch cushion below.  Her mouth hung open and her breath hitched and rasped
in her throat.

   I knelt back between the semiconscious preteen's limp, spread legs.  I
swiped the head of my cock up her sopping slit.  She shuddered and moaned
when it rubbed over her clit but didn't open her eyes.  I rested the length
of my penis on her abdomen, luxuriating in the feel of her hot, damp skin
against its underside.  The root was pressed against the top of her mound
and the dripping head drooled precum into her cute innie.  In a moment, I
would be that deep inside her.  I drew back and used one hand to align the
head at her opening.  I pushed forward.  She was so wet that the head
slipped almost entirely inside, rushing into amazing silky heat before
encountering resistance.

   But Karen felt it.  Her eyes snapped open and her head came up as her
entire body tensed.  I felt a ring of muscle tighten convulsively around
the tip of my penis and caught my breath at the stab of pure pleasure. 
Karen's mouth opened in surprise as her breath gusted out.  "Whaaa?  What
are you..." Her eyes got round with fear as she took in my hairy adult form
looming over her and my rampant penis, nearly as thick as her little
sister's wrist, pushing at her most intimate entrance.

   I said nothing, just grabbed her hips and thrusted.  God, she was tight!
Despite her copious lubrication it was almost like pushing against a wall.
But the wall slowly gave and I slid bit by bit into the most amazing heat
and grip I had ever felt.  Karen's eyes bugged out as she felt and saw
herself opened and stuffed full as never before.  Her mouth stretched wide
and she made the most frightening sound I'd ever heard from a child's
throat.  "UuuughoowaahhaaeeEEII!" It started as a low groan, almost a
growl, then rose in both volume and pitch to a piercing shriek over the
fifteen seconds it took to bury my cock fully into her preteen vagina,
taking her virginity and the last vestiges of her innocence forever.  She
came alive, thrashing beneath me, her feet and hands scrabbling futilely
for purchase on the cushions to crawl away from the terrible invasion of
her body.  "Take it OUT!  It hurts, TAKE IT OUT!  Oh, God, oh God!  HELP
MEEE!  MOMMY, HELLLLP!" She sobbed and screamed wildly.  Her gyrations only
increased my pleasure as her incredibly tight vaginal muscles rippled and
clamped down on my penis.  It was all I could do to hold back my orgasm.

   Holding her hips against her struggles was awkward, though.  I pressed
my pelvis against hers for a second to hold her and transferred my grip to
her upper arms, pushing myself up while clamping my hands just below her
shoulders to pin her arms straight out from her body.  All the while she
was crying and begging me to let her go.

   Above our heads, Renee was stunned into silence.  The naked little girl
huddled on the very end of the couch, arms wrapped around her knees, hands
twisting the ends of her braids in agitation.  She looked on the verge of
tears herself in sympathy with her sister's apparent agony.  I had to cool
things down a little or the two children could feed each other into
hysteria.  I eased the pressure and slowly, very slowly withdrew my cock. I
had to because even with the easing of the wonderful sensations as I pulled
out, the friction brought me again to the edge of climax.

   I backed off until only the head was still splitting her sweat-drenched
labia.  Karen stopped screaming as she felt the invader leaving her,
watching in fascinated horror as my penis, now shiny with her juices,
reappeared from between her legs.  Her cuntlips were stretched tight and
thin around it, her clitoris pulled hard against the shaft.  My girth was
no more than average but compared to her slender body and developing pubis
it looked enormous.  She strained her skinny legs as far apart as she
could, desperately trying to accommodate the penetration.  As I withdrew
her screams tailed off into wordless whimpering.  She tossed her head back
and forth, tears streaming from her eyes.  Experimentally I flexed my
groin, making my cockhead swell and press against her tortured clit.  This
brought a sharp gasp and a soft moan from the little girl.  Good.  She was
still a slave to that oversized bundle of nerve endings, even through the
pain and shock of her first fuck.

   I lowered myself until we were almost nose-to-nose, pressing full-length
against her squirming nude body but supporting most of my weight on my
elbows.  "Shh, shh, sweetie, Karen, it's okay baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
know it hurt, I'm sorry..." I murmured nonsense sounds of comfort until her
eyes focused on me.

   "Please," she begged, "please take it out.  It's too big, you're tearing
me apart.  Please."

   "Now, sweetie, it's not tearing you apart." I spoke softly,
persuasively, but firmly.  "It's not too big, it's just bigger than my
finger.  I know it's tough the first time, but it gets better, I promise it
does.  Fucking like this, it's the best part of sex.  It just takes getting
used to."

   "Noooo, I can't," she moaned.  "It hurts.  I don't want to fuck, please,
please can I just suck your penis, you can put it in my mouth, I promise, I
like that, just please, please..."

   "You'll be fine in a minute, sweetie, just relax.  You have to learn how
to fuck, that's the most important thing a whore has to know.  And I want
you to be the best whore in the world, so I'm going to teach you how to
fuck better than anyone.  I'm going to put it back in now, so get ready."

   "No, nooo!  NO!  AHHH!" I pressed back in, wrenching that incredible
groan-to-a-shriek from her throat again.  I sighed in ecstasy as her
vaginal muscles spasmed and squeezed my cock in a grip of molten iron. 
This time I eased back almost immediately and again her scream diminished
to a whimper.  "God, god, oh god, help," she blubbered and I realized it
wasn't just an exclamation.  The child was literally asking God to help
her.

   "God won't help you, Karen," I said flatly, shocking her into silence
for a moment.  She began to cry bitterly as I continued and the meaning of
my words soaked in.  "Why would He?  Didn't they teach you in church that
God doesn't make mistakes?  Didn't they?" She nodded through her tears. 
"Well, He made you a whore.  And whores get fucked.  God wants you to be
fucked.  Understand that?  God WANTS you to be fucked.  The sooner you
relax, the sooner you can learn how to enjoy it." Far from comforting her,
this made her cry harder.  I could feel her diaphragm spasming against my
belly, and in my cock.  "Shhh, sweetie, it's ok.  I'm sorry, but it's the
truth.  Didn't they also tell you, God doesn't give you more than you can
handle?  He wouldn't have made you a whore if He didn't know you would be a
good one.  Now please, stop crying.  It doesn't help anything." I lowered
my face again until I could whisper in her ear.  "Look, you're scaring your
sister.  Can't you be brave for her?  Think about what'll happen if she
gets so scared she tells.  Do you want everyone to know you're a whore, a
little whore who sucks cock and swallows my squirt and begs for more?  Is
that what you want?"

   Karen went hot and cold all over at the thought of her secrets revealed,
her life stripped naked in front of everyone she knew the way her body was
naked before me right now.  The thought took her breath away.  But the
mention of Renee also struck home.  She twisted her head back to see her
little sister huddled down with only her eyes showing above her knobby
knees.  Gone was the flat, calm gaze; the little girl was plainly
terrified. The sight tore at her heart and so she made an effort to compose
herself.  She snuffled, shook the tears out of her eyes, and even tried to
smile.  It looked ghastly, but she tried.  "It...it's ok, Renee," she
choked out.  "It...ugh...hurts a little, but it's good, too." She drew a
deep, shuddering breath.  "I'm learning to f-f-fuck like a whore."

   I pushed up and smiled reassuringly at the younger girl.  "It's ok,
Renee," I echoed.  "Hey, remember that day in the mall?" It had remained
"that day" between us, needing no elaboration as the day I had forced Karen
to spend the afternoon naked in public and shot my load down her throat for
the first time.  "Remember how I told you, sometimes Karen likes to pretend
she doesn't like sex, but that just makes it feel better for her in the
end?" The younger girl raised her head, just a little, and nodded, just a
little.  "It's just like that now.  Karen didn't mean to scare you.  She
likes this, don't you Karen?"

   With her arms still pinned, the eleven-year-old nodded.  "Yes," she said
quietly, closing her eyes.  "I like this.  I'm a whore and I like this."

   Now, Renee was smarter than that.  She could see her sister was not
enjoying herself - but perhaps the whole situation was just too bizarre for
her nine-year-old mind to parse, or perhaps she was feeling a little guilt
over her role in it, or perhaps she was reluctant to give up the emotional
bond I had forged with her.  For whatever reasons, she didn't challenge the
obvious lie.  "Hey, aren't your cartoons on?" I said brightly.  "Why don't
you get dressed and watch your show for a little while.  When Karen and I
are done fucking" - I savored the dirty word in front of the two children -
"I'll get started on dinner, and you can help.  Okay?" Wordlessly, the
little brunette nodded.  "Go ahead, then." She got off the couch, picked up
her panties and sundress from the floor, and retreated to the far corner of
the room where the big tv stood.  She turned it on and, once dressed, sat
absorbed with her back resolutely towards us.  Thus it was that Karen's
defloration was accompanied by the soundtrack to "Codename: Kids Next
Door".

   I turned back to the matter at hand and pushed my cock back into the
naked preteen pinned beneath me.  It went in more easily this time, though
her cunny was still almost painfully tight.  Karen groaned again as I
penetrated deeply, but there was no more screaming.  She just whimpered
quietly, piteously, squeezing her eyes shut and grimacing.  Her eyelashes
were matted with tears.  This was no good.  I had to give her at least a
little pleasure from her first fuck so she'd be willing to do it again.  I
let go of one arm and awkwardly reached down to where her bare crotch
joined my hairy one.  With my thumb I pressed her stretched clitoris
against my shaft.

   "Gaah!" Karen's eyes flew open and again her sweat-drenched body
stiffened.  I began gently mashing the slick, abused oversized button from
side to side.  "Noo!  Don't!  Noo, nuh, noo, nuh, uh huh, ah, ah, ahh!"
Poor Karen felt jolts of pleasure from the rough manipulation but she could
barely stand it.  She had been orgasming for most of the last half hour
without relief, and her immature nervous system was completely overloaded.
I didn't care about that, I just needed for her to have a sensation other
than pain to focus on as I began fucking her in earnest.  I started making
short little thrusts into her.  I couldn't bear to do any more, I was so
close to my own climax.  Her cunt made little squishing sounds as I shoved
and withdrew my engorged penis, squeezing her juice out around the shaft.
Karen's face relaxed a little as she began to get accustomed to the feeling
of penetration - or at least numb to it.  She grunted softly with each
short thrust.

   I let my weight down a bit, pushing my hairy thighs between her slim,
smooth, widely spread legs, feeling her sweat-slick skin slide against
mine, her swollen nipples poking into my chest.  "That's it, that's it, my
beautiful little whore," I crooned into her ear.  "I'm fucking you now,
fucking your hot little babycunt, fucking you, fucking you..." And that was
all it took.  My own words were enough to finally bring me to the point of
no return.  I felt my balls tightening and the cum rising.  "Gonna cum in
you now," I panted.  "Gonna...UH!..cum in that..UH!...babycuntUH!  UH! 
UHHHH!" It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had.  My cock
pulsed and every muscle in my body contracted to fire hot ropes of semen
into Karen's tight eleven-year-old vagina.  Her eyes opened in wonder at
the new sensation of the hot, sticky fluid splashing off her cervix and
vaginal walls.  Her mouth opened and she made a soft sound, not quite a
moan.

   I held myself rigid, closing my eyes, as the final spasms rippled
through me.  Finally I drew a shuddering breath and relaxed, grinding my
crotch into the child's.  I was panting for breath.  Drops of sweat fell
from my face to splash on Karen's, mingling with her own sheen of
perspiration.  "Did you feel that, Karen?  Did you feel me squirt into your
babycunt?" She nodded.  "You've got a man's cum in you for the first time.
It's like a baptism, a baptism for a whore.  Look." I withdrew my shaft an
inch or two and together we looked down where we were joined.  Her
nearly-bare mound was covered in gooey white smears of our mingled juices.
My pubic bush was soaked and matted with it.  I noted a light pink tinge to
the streaks on my shaft.  I knew Karen's hymen had been long gone, but
still those tissues were delicate.  I hoped I hadn't torn anything too
badly; after all, tomorrow was a school day.

   I let go of the child's arms since she was no longer resisting, and just
rested my adult weight on her and my elbows.  She scrubbed at her face with
one hand, wiping away tears and brushing her damp hair back out of her
eyes. I could feel her racing heart beating against my chest, but she was
getting her breath back under control.  "I felt it," she said, half to
herself.  "I felt you squirt in me.  It was hot.  Did I...did I do it
right?"

   The question thrilled me to my core, and I knew then the preteen was
mine, body and soul.  Minutes earlier she had been screaming in pain,
begging me to pull my cock out of her.  Now she lay quietly with my
still-tumescent shaft buried in her, asking for my critique of her
technique.  Perhaps she was simply too exhausted to hurt any more, or so
emotionally wrung out she needed adult approval to know how to feel.  So I
gave it to her.  "You did great, honey, just great for your first fuck
ever! Your babycunt is so hot and tight, I love it.  I can't wait to teach
you all the different ways a whore can fuck.  You're my whore, forever!"

   "I'm your whore," she repeated, closing her eyes.

   "And what do whores do?"

   "...they fuck?"

   "That's right, sweetie, you're so smart.  Whores fuck.  And right now,
I'm going to fuck you some more, okay?" I was amazed to discover that I
could.  Karen's cunt was so hot and tight that I hadn't softened much at
all.  And hearing her soft, high voice confirming her degradation made me
surge back to full hardness.

   "Okay," she said, eyes still closed.  "But...not too hard.  Please?  It
still hurts..."

   I said nothing, just began thrusting again.  I started with long, slow
strokes this time, knowing that it would take a while to reach what would
be my third climax in as many hours.  Karen was nearly limp beneath me,
though her thighs still spread and tightened rhythmically around my own. 
She sighed and grunted softly as I drove into her now faster, now slower,
now grinding my hairy crotch in tight circles against her mound and her
poor abused clitty.  The liquid squishing sounds of our intercourse filled
my ears, competing with the cartoons coming from the tv where a
fully-dressed Renee still determinedly ignored us.  After some minutes I
rolled partially sidewise on her so I could fondle her nipple.  I had shed
chest hairs all over her pale pre-breasts and belly.  The black curly
strands looked incredibly erotic, a visible reminder of how thoroughly I
had despoiled the innocence of the eleven-year-old now grunting with each
thrust of my penis into her tight little vagina.  I whispered in Karen's
ear.  "Talk to me, whore," I urged her.  "Tell me what I'm doing."

   "You're...fucking me?" she said tentatively.  I nodded for her to
continue.  "You're fucking my babycunt...my whore babycunt.  I can feel
your...penis in me.  Oh, your penis is hot.  Fuck me more, please.  Fuck my
babycunt.  Fuck my babycunt.  Fuck my babycunt..." And I was there again. I
shoved myself forcefully into her, moaning, nearly crying as I shuddered
through another orgasm.  It almost hurt to force more cum into Karen's
overstuffed cunt, but it was delightful torture.  "Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!" she
grunted with each of my spasms as she felt hot semen painting her insides
for the second time ever.

   Then I was done.  I lay across her petite form, breathing deeply,
feeling my heart pounding, feeling her tight vagina contract around my
wilting cock and push it out into the cool air to flop, exhausted, against
my thigh.  I kissed Karen's sweaty forehead gently.  "Good whore.  Good
little whore." Then I lifted myself off her and shakily stood up.

   As soon as my weight was off her, Karen rolled onto her side facing the
couch back and curled up into a fetal position.  Her bare, chubby cuntlips
peeked out below her thighs.  Her entire lower torso was smeared with a
sticky, pale pink froth of cunt juice, semen, and a little blood.  Even
with her legs together, her labia gaped open obscenely.  A thick glob of
semen dribbled out of the dark red interior as I watched, running down her
ass to soak into the towel I'd had the foresight to place beneath us.  I
gathered my clothes and went up the stairs.  I cleaned myself off in the
bathroom and dressed; before going back down I picked out one of Karen's
pajama tops from her bureau.  It was white flannel with a frilly pink
collar and a pattern of little clowns and drummer boys.  I took it
downstairs with me.  Neither child had moved.  Karen was lying curled on
her side, still naked except for those pretty white sandals.  Semen oozed
slowly from her ravaged vagina.  She was sucking her thumb now, eyes
closed, maybe asleep.  I gently laid the pajama top across her thin
shoulders.

   Renee was still sitting on the floor watching tv.  I crossed to her,
bent down to put a hand on her shoulder.  "Hey, kiddo.  How about spaghetti
for dinner?  You can help." Renee seemed to relax when she saw I was fully
clothed, and she brightened at the mention of food.  I switched off the
television, then took the third-grader's hand in mine and pulled her to her
feet.  I walked with her to the kitchen, careful to keep my body between
her and the couch and the sight of her exhausted older sister.

   We busied ourselves making spaghetti with meat sauce.  After about
twenty minutes, Karen walked unsteadily into the room.  She had put on the
pajama top but was still nude from the waist down.  Her entire crotch area
was lightly crusted with our dried secretions, and a thick pearly trail of
semen ran down the inside of one skinny thigh almost to her knee.  Her
labia were an angry red as was her clitoris which, while shrunken some,
still stood out dark and glistening in the bright overhead light.  She had
put her glasses back on and the cute pink frames somehow made her look even
sexier in contrast with her puffy, tearstained face and sweaty disheveled
hair.  She winced with each careful step, planting her narrow feet widely
on the tile floor.  I had fucked the eleven-year-old bowlegged.

   "Hey, sweetheart!  How do you feel?" I said brightly, as if she had done
no more than take a little nap after school.

   "It hurt me.  It still hurts me." She put a hand gingerly on her sticky
mound as she hobbled across the kitchen.

   "I'm sorry, sweetie.  Like I said, it always does the first time, but
it'll get better.  It won't be sore after a couple of days, and you won't
have to fuck again right away, ok?" She looked at me, relief and concern
mingling in her face - relief that she'd be allowed to recover, concern at
the realization that her first fuck was only her first, that there'd be
many more to come.  She had no way to know just how many, and how many
different ways she would soon learn.

   Karen reached the table and held on to the back of her chair, wincing
again as she shifted her balance from foot to foot.  "Please, when can I
get dressed?" she asked.

   "Tell you what, baby.  Let's have dinner, then I'll take you upstairs
and give you a nice bath and clean that babycunt all up.  You don't want to
get your pjs all nasty with that goo, do you?  After you're nice and clean
you can get dressed." I put my hand on her shoulder and bent to kiss the
top of her sweaty head.  "You're such a good little whore, and I'm so proud
of you." She shuddered slightly at my touch but despite everything, smiled
and ducked her head shyly at the praise, however perverse.  She turned her
head to rest her face against my stomach and I hugged her to me briefly.

   I fetched the towel from off the couch in the other room and refolded it
on Karen's chair so she wouldn't leak semen onto the upholstery.  Then the
spaghetti was finished, and I drained it and served out three plates with
sauce, salad, and hot, crusty garlic bread.  Before long both children were
laughing and chattering, relieved to dive into the normality of the
domestic routine and let it eclipse the events of the afternoon.  The first
full day of my month sleeping on Jenny's couch was drawing to a close.