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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children.  If you don't want
to read such a thing, don't.  If it's illegal for you to read it whoever
and wherever you are, I don't really care.  Don't read it, or don't get
caught.  Either way, that's your problem.

   This is my story.  It may be freely distributed and reposted to free
sites, or the free areas of pay sites, so long as authorship is properly
credited and these introductory paragraphs are included.  If you can find
someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you steal it for that
purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck you.

   This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N.  No actual children or adults or anything
were involved in its production.  What part of "made up" don't you
understand?  Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit at
yahoo dot com.  Stupid feedback and flames to /dev/null.

   Jenny's Couch, part 2 (Mgg, ped, mast, oral, cons, reluc, humil, bond)
by Rufus Fugit

   Run?  Shit?  Go blind?  Run?  Shit?  Go blind?

   That was pretty much all that went through my head for those first
frozen seconds after I realized that eleven-year-old Karen had been
watching me diddle, eat out, ejaculate on, and bring her nine-year-old
sister, Renee, to her first orgasm as she lay pinned beneath me on the
sectional couch.  Karen was gaping at the tableau of her little sister
lying naked and spent, nightgown at her chin, panties dangling from one
ankle, face glazed with my semen.  And me, standing rooted to the spot, my
softened, cum-coated cock still hanging out of the fly of my boxer shorts.

   My mind was racing but going nowhere.  All I could think was that in
seconds Karen would have the whole house in an uproar, and from then on my
day which had started so pleasantly would go rapidly downhill.

   What to do?  What to do?  The best my whirling brain could come up with
was, "pretend like nothing's wrong" followed by "stall".  Casually tucking
my peter back in my shorts (I hope it looked casual; I'd never had to do it
before under an eleven-year-old girl's horrified, bug-eyed stare) I quickly
crossed the room stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her.  "Good
morning, sweetie," I said, pitching my voice at a whisper in the hopes she
would respond in the same tone.  There was no response from the older girl;
she was just as stunned as I was, I guess.  She just stood there in her
yummy sushi pajamas, hands clapped over her mouth, eyes locked on her
sperm-smeared younger sister.

   Not an optimal response, but it was still a few more seconds with her
not screaming at the top of her lungs.  Take what you can get, my new
motto. I mounted the first couple of steps and reached up to lay my hand on
her thin shoulder.  "Come and sit down with your sister and I'll explain,
OK?"

   My touch, though, seemed to rouse the girl from a trance.  Her head
snapped around to look down at me, and her clear blue eyes were dark and
flashing with anger.  One hand balled into a little fist as if she were
going to take a punch at me; the other pointed at me accusingly. 
"You...you...you're RAPING her!  You're raping my sister!" Throwing off my
hand, she dodged around me and ran, her waist-length dark blonde hair
flying, to throw herself onto the couch and seize her beloved little sister
in a fierce hug.

   Oh shit.  The situation was going south faster than Sherman's army
through Georgia.  There was no screaming yet, but that's about all I could
say for the situation.  I crossed back to the couch.  Renee was submitting
to her older sister's hug but her little face looked puzzled as if she
didn't know what all the fuss was about.  If I had any hope of getting out
of this with my balls intact, she had to be the key.

   I sat down behind Renee facing Karen, leaning forward but not touching
the girls.  I pitched my voice low, above a whisper but quiet.  "Honey, I
didn't rape your sister.  We just did some stuff together, for fun.  But
she asked me to.  I'd never rape your sister, or rape anyone.  Ask her
yourself."

   Renee, bless her heart, piped up at this point.  "What's 'rape'?" she
asked in the same low tone.  She broke the hug and sat back between her
older sister and me.  Her nightgown had fallen back down around her waist
but since her panties were still wrapped around one pretty ankle her cunny
was partly exposed, lips still red and irritated-looking from their recent
workout.

   Karen looked from me to her sister and back, puzzlement replacing anger
on her face.  Despite the direness of my situation I almost guffawed when I
realized that a shiny spot on her cheek was a smear of my own cum rubbed
off from Renee's face.  Karen didn't look much like her sister - she was
tall and slim where Renee was short and stocky, her skin golden where
Renee's was more olive, her waist-length hair was dark blond and fine where
Renee's was brown and slightly wavy.  Their personalities were very
different, too - Karen was more concerned with her elementary-school social
status, less independent and more biddable, which made most adults think of
her as a good girl.  Although looking at her, I could see that she was not
completely a girl any more.  Tiny bumps just barely broke the plane of her
loose pajama top and there was the merest suggestion of a flare beginning
at her slender hips.  Now she leaned forward and spoke earnestly, the words
tumbling out of her in a rush, "But he was touching your bathing suit
parts! They told us in Family Life class at church, bad men want to touch
girls under our bathing suits!  And they would force us to undress! 
And...and hurt us!  And he was naked and his thing was...was...in your
face, and..."

   "He didn't make me.  I asked him.  It felt good down here," Renee
interrupted, cupping her hand over her smooth vulva.

   "See?" I said.  "You know I love your sister, and I love you.  Whatever
they told you in church, I'd never hurt you.  I know it must've looked
scary, but I was just making her feel good.  I was giving her tingles in
her private place.  Haven't you ever touched yourself on your privates
before?"

   "No!" the older girl shook her head vigorously, but she blushed bright
red at the same time.  Interesting.  Well, I'd come back to that.  "Look,
even if she asked, grownups aren't supposed to touch kids that way!  You
aren't supposed to take out your..." She paused, gathering her courage to
say the word, "penis!"

   "Maybe that's true, but look - Renee asked me to.  So if you tell on me,
you'll be telling on your sister too.  You'll get me in terrible trouble
but Renee will be in trouble too.  Is that what you want?"

   "But...she's just little.  She doesn't know!"

   "But you don't know either.  You don't know.  If you've never touched
yourself down there, I mean." Karen started to reply, but then snapped her
mouth shut.  "Look, just don't tell right now, OK?  Please.  I'll come over
after school one day this week and Renee and I will explain it all to you,
won't we, Renee?  And if after that you still think I raped her you can
always tell then.  If you don't tell now you can still tell later but if
you tell now and you get your sister in trouble and then you decide you
were wrong you can't undo it, can you?"

   "Well...OK.  But I can still tell!" But as soon as "OK" was out of her
mouth I was on my way to the kitchen.  I wetted a hand towel and brought it
back.  First, I gently wiped Renee's face clean of the now-flaking glaze of
sperm I had ejaculated onto her - was it less than 15 minutes ago?  - then
I scrubbed at the hem of her nightgown.  The spots of cum hadn't yet dried
and stained, but now there was a big damp patch all across the bottom.  The
couch got the same treatment and thankfully the result was much less
visible.

   "Honey, you better go get dressed and put your nightie in the hamper,
OK?"

   "OK!" The little girl bounced off the couch and scampered up the stairs.
I leaned towards Renee; she flinched slightly as I took her chin in my
hand, but all I did was gently wipe the towel across the smear of cum on
her cheek.  But then I put my face close to hers, hardening my expression
and whispering fiercely, "You know what?  I think you're a liar." Her eyes
widened and she tried to shake her head but I tightened my grip on her
chin. "I think you do so touch yourself.  I think you think it's wrong, but
you do it anyway.  Isn't that right?  Isn't it?"

   The girl's eyes went wide and she blushed again.  "N...no!  I never...!"

   I was almost certain I was right, and I began to think about how I could
leverage a bit of childish guilt into ensuring Karen's silence.  I released
her with no further comment.  It was full daylight now, and I could hear
Jenny and Rob starting to move around in the master suite down the hall.  I
cast my eyes around the room and at the last second spied a scrap of pink
cloth on the floor in front of the staircase.  Renee had forgotten to pull
her panties up in her haste, and had just stepped right out of them.  I
quickly grabbed them and stuffed them down the front of my own underwear,
then set about dressing.  Karen sat silently on the couch, scowling.

   True to my word, a couple of days later Renee and Karen found me sitting
on the porch when they walked up to the house after school.  Renee smiled
and hugged me, but Karen hung back.  I complimented the older girl on her
new eyeglasses, pink-tinted wire frames with little oval lenses.  I made
the girls a snack while they changed into their playclothes, matching
cotton sundresses and sandals.  I couldn't have chosen better myself, and
couldn't resist lecherous peeks down the fronts of the loose garments as I
put plates of apple slices in front of them.  Sure enough, I got a glimpse
of two cute puffy pink knobs poking out Karen's otherwise flat chest.  They
looked yummy, and I hoped that before Jenny came home I'd be having a snack
of my own.

   Renee's dress had more growing room left in it so it hung more loosely
on her - I love that, it's so sexy when a little girl's top is too big and
hangs low enough that it comes close to exposing her nipples.  I could see
clear down her front to her panties.  Today's were blue.  Which reminded
me...  "I have something for you, Renee." I reached into my knapsack and
placed on the table the pair of pink panties she had abandoned the other
morning in her hurry to get dressed.  "I hope you don't mind, I've been
masturbating into them a lot since I took them home, but I washed them
after." I'd been imagining saying that line to the nine-year-old girl
during the past two days as I stroked the thin cotton over my boner. 
Before I finally threw them in the wash this morning they were stiff and
crusty and reeking of my cum.  The lewdness of the simple statement turned
me on as much as my fantasy had; I was already stiffening inside my loose
cargo shorts.

   "What's 'mas-tur-bat-ing'?" Renee asked, pronouncing the unfamiliar word
carefully.

   "You know how I touched your private parts and made you feel good?" The
child nodded.  "Well, if you touch yourself that way to feel good, that's
masturbating.  Boys do it differently than girls.  What I did, was I
wrapped your panties around my thingy and rubbed them up and down until I
felt good, and then I squirted into them."

   "EWWW!" Karen looked revolted.  "You squirted that...stuff...into them?!
Gross!"

   "Hey, I said I washed them afterwards.  They're clean - smell!" I
snatched up the underwear from the table and shoved the fabric under the
older girl's nose.  She tried to turn her head away but I grabbed her face,
pushing the panties' crotch into her nose and mouth.  Renee giggled at the
sight of her older sister's eyes peering through the legholes.  I held
Karen's head still just long enough for her to know that she was helpless
in my grasp, then dropped the panties back on the tabletop.

   "If that's what it's called, I mas-tur-bat-ed yesterday." Renee was a
straightforward little girl, and it really turned me on when she talked so
plainly about her newfound sexual pleasures.  At age nine she hadn't yet
developed sexual hangups in the adult or adolescent manner; she just knew
what felt good and had no inhibitions about it.

   I wanted to encourage that attitude as much as possible.  "You did?  You
figured that out all by yourself?" The little girl nodded.  "Cool!  I bet
that was fun.  Everyone does it, you know.  I do it, now you do it, your
big sister does it, don't you Karen?"

   As I expected, the older girl tried to deny it.  She blushed from the
roots of her blond hair almost down to her pretty little painted toenails.
"No, I don't!" she insisted, shaking her head.

   "Aw, c'mon, Karen, you do too," I kept my tone light, not
confrontational.  "You don't want to lie to your little sister, do you? 
It's no big deal.  There's nothing wrong with feeling good."

   "But they said at church you shouldn't, that it was bad!"

   "Well, maybe they're wrong at church.  If they're right, then your
sister's bad too.  Does that sound right to you?"

   "But you made her!"

   "You know that's not true, honey, Renee told you herself she asked me.
Isn't that right, Renee?" The younger girl nodded, fascinated by the byplay
between me and her sister.  "And anyway, I wasn't even here yesterday and
she just told us she masturbated then.  You can tell us, we don't think
you're bad.  You do it, don't you?  Don't you?"

   Still blushing, Karen bowed her head.  "...yes," she half-whispered.

   I reached over and gave her a hug.  "That's my good girl.  It's always
better to be honest, isn't it?" I'd been giving a lot of thought to this
over the past two days.  I needed to make sure that Karen wouldn't tell
what she saw, and I couldn't be certain that just not wanting to get her
sister in trouble would be enough, especially if at church they'd been
stuffing her head full of a bunch of sex-phobic nonsense - or even worse
for my purposes, a bunch of sense about watching out for child molesters. I
needed to put her in the position where she'd have a secret to keep as
well.

   "Well, look, I promised I'd show you that there was nothing bad going on
so you wouldn't need to tell on us.  You girls finish your snacks and let's
go in Renee's bedroom."

   Renee was many things, but neat wasn't one of them.  Pillows and stuffed
animals spilled off her unmade bed onto the floor.  A tributary of dirty
laundry flowed out of her half-open closet door, joining with the river of
toys, books, shoes, school papers, and goodness knows what else.  With a
few sweeps of my foot I cleared an area in front of the full-length mirror
hanging next to her closet.  She had two child-sized desk chairs,
dark-painted with bentwood arms, and I set them in front of the mirror,
about three feet apart at a slight angle so that I could sit on the floor
at the apex of the shallow triangle they made.  I had the girls sit down;
Renee sprawled casually but Karen sat hunched over, her hands trapped
between her knobby knees, radiating anxiety.  As I sat Indian-style I made
no attempt to conceal how I adjusted my erection to point down my leg.  My
long shorts covered it, but the bulge was plainly visible to both children.

   "Renee, I think first of all you should show me how you masturbated
yesterday.  I need to make sure you're doing it right so you won't hurt
yourself."

   "In front of Karen?  Is that OK?"

   "Yeah, it's OK.  She needs to see that you like it and I'm not making
you; otherwise she still might tell."

   The older girl was getting more uncomfortable by the minute.  "No, it's
OK," she began, "I won't tell, I promise..."

   I overrode her.  "No, you have to watch this.  You said I was raping
Renee.  That was a mean thing to say to me, and I've got to prove that I
wasn't.  So just sit quietly and watch." I turned back to the younger girl.
"Besides, she might even learn something about how to do it good.  Here,
scoot forward so she can see." I reached out and wrapped my hands around
the nine-year-old's waist, pulling at her short sundress as she slid
forward so that it came free from under her butt.  I bunched it up around
her waist, exposing her panties and a thin strip of her pudgy belly.  I
grabbed her behind her knees and hoisted her legs up and over the arms of
the chair, spreading her wide.  Her butt cheeks actually raised off the
chair seat a little so she was sitting on her spine.  With her hips canted
forward, her belly baby fat was emphasized.  Her sandal-shod feet kicked a
little bit as she wriggled a bit further forward and adjusted her bare legs
to hang over the chair more comfortably.

   Her panties were stretched tight, the bulge of her mound pressing out at
the top; below that, a taut hollow where her lips were pulled apart by her
spread thighs.  She looked good enough to eat - but class was still in
session; my after-school snack would have to wait a bit.  "Just do it like
you did yesterday, sweetie," I encouraged.  Renee held the fingers of her
right hand together and slightly cupped and began rubbing little circles on
her underwear just below her mound, pressing the fabric into her slit.  My
cock lurched against my leg; making no attempt to hide what I was doing, I
had to reach down and give it a rub through the fabric.  The contrast
between the surroundings, the trappings of a normal third-grader's life
made the girl's lewd display of her crotch to her big sister and a grown
man that much more shocking.

   Before long Renee started to move her compact little butt, pushing into
her fingers as they circled more rapidly around her panty-covered baby
clit. Afternoon sunlight fell across her face, showing little beads of
sweat popping out on her forehead and upper lip.  A small dark stain
appeared at the bottom of the crotch of her panties, slowly enlarging as
she worked the fabric into her slit with growing vigor.

   I was spellbound watching the nine-year-old masturbate.  She was rubbing
herself like a pro, especially considering that it was just two days ago
that I'd given her her first orgasm ever.  She stopped rubbing now just
long enough to move her hand up and back down inside her panties. 
Immediately her little fingers began working underneath the fabric.  After
a few seconds, though, I reached out and took hold of her wrist.  "We can't
see, honey," I said, drawing her hand up.  The elastic snapped back against
her chubby belly.  Her fingertips were wet with her secretions.  I pulled
the damp gusset to one side with my other hand, exposing her hairless cunny
to the air.  Her slit was pulled open, juice leaking from the tiny vaginal
opening at the bottom.  At the top, her delectable clit bud was just
peeking out.  I couldn't resist giving it a little rub with my thumb.

   "Ooo!" Renee made a soft little exclamation of surprise and her butt
jumped and twitched at my touch.  She resumed rubbing herself, her little
hand moving faster and faster.  I looked over at her big sister who was
watching the lewd performance with consternation.  I caught her eye and
ostentatiously sniffed my thumb then sucked it into my mouth.  The taste
and smell of Renee's baby honey filled my senses.  The older girl's face
showed puzzlement and a little disgust at my obvious pleasure.

   Renee was quickly approaching her peak.  Her eyes were screwed shut, her
little lips pursed, her breath huffing raggedly in and out of her nose. 
Her butt was now moving continuously, the tendons on her inner thighs
standing taut in relief as she wriggled around on the chair.  Her breathing
and the "slish" of wet skin on skin as she pushed her clitty back and forth
were the only sounds in the room.  Then she stiffened.  Her knees clamped
down over the chair arms, her toes pointed straight down.  Her legs spasmed
rhythmically, her butt jumping up and down above the wooden seat.  Her hand
became a blur as she gasped loudly and repeatedly in her high voice, "Ah!
Ah!  Ah!  Ahhhhh....." Slowly her body relaxed.  Her feet came up as her
knees straightened and she kicked them a little, like any little girl might
even though unlike any little girl she made no move to hide her shiny, wet,
hairless vagina from our view.  Her hand stilled, pressing her fingers
firmly onto her baby clitoris.  Her eyes opened and a big smile spread
across her face.

   "Wow, you got there quick, didn't you?" I praised the little girl.  "You
know, the more you do that, the easier it gets and the better it feels. 
You should do it at least once a day, if you can, like at night after
you're in bed or whenever you're alone." I turned to the older girl.  "See?
That's the same as you saw the other morning.  She was having fun, not
hurting.  You can see that now, right?" Karen reluctantly nodded.  She was
obviously confused; she'd just seen her little sister whom she loved doing
something she'd been told was bad, yet the younger child had obviously
enjoyed it.  Just as obviously Renee felt no shame about it, sitting as she
was with her legs spread wide, panties pulled to the side and her hand now
gently spreading her juices all over her lips and mound.  I could see her
trying to work it out in her head - if it was ok for little girls to do
this, maybe it was ok for grownups to do it to them as well?  But if was
ok, then the adults at church were wrong.  But they were adults, and
teachers, and they'd always been right before.  But if they were right,
then her little sister was bad.  And around and around.  I felt sorry for
her, her little head must have been spinning - just the way I wanted it. 
"Now you've seen how Renee does it.  Is that the same as the way you do
it?"

   Again the fifth-grader blushed beet-red right down to the roots of her
blond hair.  She wouldn't meet my eyes, looking instead at her hands
twisting in her lap.  "...no," she mumbled, "I...use something, and...it's
different..."

   Use something, did she?  Hunched her pillow, maybe, or a favorite
stuffed animal.  "Different how?"

   "I never go, like...all stiff like she did..."

   "Oh, dear," I put concern into my tone.  "But that's the part that feels
best.  If you're not getting that, you're definitely doing it wrong.  Tell
you what," I said as if the idea had just occurred to me, "You better show
us how you do it.  Go get what you use, and I'll see if I can tell what
you're doing wrong."

   "..."

   "What's that, dear?"

   She hunched over, refusing to look at me, barely speaking above a
whisper.  "I don't wanna..."

   I slid closer to her, looking up at her and taking her chin in my hand,
forcing her to make eye contact.  "Honey, you have to." I made my voice
firm at first, then slipped into a softer, wheedling tone.  "Look, I'm
going to show you how to feel better.  Your sister really enjoys
masturbating, and I bet you will, too, once I show you how to do it right.
Now, be a good girl.  Go get what you use, and come back here.  Go on,
now!" She was up and out of the room like a shot, just pleased to be
released from the bizarre situation and the disquieting view of her little
sister's bald, spread cunt.

   I was probably in the clear now, having so badly confused and upset her
that she wouldn't want to think about the situation or otherwise deal with
it any more, but it'd be better - as well as much more fun for me - if she
would submit to performing for me.  If she did something herself that she
suspected was wrong, it was that much less likely she'd ever bring it up
with another adult.

   Renee watched her sister bolt with a puzzled expression.  "Why's she all
weird like that?" she asked me.

   I shrugged.  "She's probably just embarrassed that you know how to do
something she doesn't, even though you're littler."

   "Do I haveta watch her?  My cartoons are on."

   "No, I guess not - but one thing." I grabbed at my cock where it made an
obvious outline on the leg of my shorts.  "My thingy got all hard watching
you play with yourself." I gazed at her hairless spread lips, nearly at eye
level where I sat on the floor before her.  "I wanna taste you a little
bit, OK?"

   She looked at me suspiciously.  "It's not gonna squirt on me again, is
it?  I don't want to get all gooey."

   "No, sweetie, I promise.  I won't even take it out.  I just want to lick
you a little, 'cause you taste so good.  Come on, you'll like it.  You
liked it before."

   The little girl sighed, the picture of a child put upon by adults'
inexplicable requests.  "I guess."

   I took that as permission.  Scooting over to her chair I cupped her
round little butt in my hands, sliding my fingers beneath her panties.  I
used my thumbs to spread her moist, slippery lips even further and lowered
my face, pushing first my nose and then my tongue up the length of her. 
Her smell was subtle but quite strong and it further inflamed my lust.  My
cock throbbed against my leg as I noisily slurped and licked at her.  She
squirmed uncomfortably when I centered on her clit - oversensitive from her
recent workout, I supposed - so I just swirled my tongue around it and up
and down her bald labia, greedily lapping up her juices and frankly
slobbering on her.  After a minute or two I sat back up, pulled her panties
back over to cover her beautiful vulva and patted it gently.  I licked my
lips as I looked into her hazel eyes, slurping the last of her essence into
my mouth.  "Yum, yum.  Thanks, sweetie!"

   "Gross," she answered.  "I pee from there." But having done her duty,
she put her sandaled feet on the floor and stood to leave.

   "Just one thing, sweetie," I stopped her.  "You know how before, I had
to cover your mouth to keep you from making noise when you were feeling so
good?"

   "It hurt some, too," she corrected me.

   "Right, but my point is, I'm not going to cover Karen's mouth since
there's no one home but us.  So don't worry if you hear her getting loud,
it just means she's feeling good.  You go ahead and watch your cartoons,
and in a little while we'll be down and we'll get started on your homework,
OK?"

   Again Renee leveled that unreadable gaze at me.  Did she realize I was
being less than completely honest?  Did she realize on some level that her
older sister might not entirely enjoy what I had planned for her?  She'd
make a heck of a poker player one day.  But all she said was "OK," and
left. I heard her galumphing down the stairs just as Karen came back into
the room.  She was looking at floor and her hands were held behind her.

   "Did you bring your...thing?" I asked.  She nodded, still not looking
up. "Well, let's see it." Reluctantly, she held out...oh ho!  Clutched in
her little hand was her disposable electric toothbrush, decorated with a
smiling Winnie The Pooh.  Shades of Harry Potter's vibrating broom!  I
grinned at the fifth-grader, and she blushed yet again.  "OK, sit down and
show me."

   Karen sat.  She kept her legs tightly together, though, smoothing her
little sundress down her lithe thighs as far as it would go.  With her head
bent, her long hair fell forward to hide most of her face, covering the
humiliation and shame she felt.  But nevertheless she obeyed, switching on
the toothbrush.  She flinched a bit as the vibrating whine filled her
sister's bedroom.  Slowly, she brought the toothbrush down to her lap and
pushed the end of the handle against the top of her crotch though her
sundress.  She held it there for just a few seconds, then with a little
"oh!" she jerked it away.  She repeated that three times, never keeping the
buzzing toothbrush in contact for more than 10 seconds or so.  "Karen, why
do you keep taking it away?" I asked.

   "It feels weird...tingles, but, like, too much.  I have to, or..."
Obviously she had no idea or what, but her privates were so sensitive that
even the beginnings of sexual arousal was overwhelming her.

   "Here, let me help." I took the toothbrush from her hand and before she
could protest, pressed it firmly into her crotch, pushing the fabric of her
sundress down between her slender tanned thighs.  After a few seconds,
though, she gasped and twisted away from me.  "Karen, you have to hold
still," I told her firmly, and pushed the toothbrush back against her. 
Again, after no more than 10 seconds she gasped and twisted her legs
around, breaking the contact.  "Karen!"

   "I can't!" she wailed.  "It's too much!"

   "Well, that's your problem.  You have to be able to hold it there for
awhile for it to feel best.  Here, I think I can help you.  Sit forward a
little, and grab the arms of the chair.  Yes, like that." As I spoke I was
reaching behind me into my knapsack for the items I brought just in case -
a handful of velcro ties.  Each was about a foot long, a strip of hooks and
a strip of eyes stapled end-to-end.  Before Karen had a chance to even see
them clearly, I wrapped one around her right wrist, binding her arm to the
chair.  Just as she realized the one arm was immobilized, I did the same to
the other.

   "Hey!" Alarm spread across her face as she tugged futilely at her
wrists. She started to stand, taking the chair with her, but I quickly
stood myself and loomed over her, pushing her back down.  With a deft
movement I tugged open the knots on her sundress' shoulder straps.  As they
fell loose, I seized the bodice of the dress under her arms and pulled it
down, exposing two perfect, cherry-sized swollen pubescent nipples and a
slender, vulnerable-looking torso several shades paler than her shoulders
below the tan line.

   That quickly, Karen was half-naked before me and her mouth dropped open
in shock as she realized it.  "What are you doing?  STOP!  NO!  LET ME GO!"
The girl tried to twist away but in raising her legs to kick at me she
played right into my hands.  With her feet off the floor I was able to pull
her dress down over her butt, snagging her panties as well and stripping
her in one quick motion.  The garments puddled around her ankles and just
like that her beautiful preteen body was nude before my lustful gaze.

   Karen lost control, thrashing and kicking out at me to keep me away. 
Her glasses flew off her face and landed on some dirty laundry behind her.
She screamed wildly.  "LET ME GO!  LET ME GO!  HELP!" Without much
difficulty I was able to seize one skinny ankle and pull her leg up and
over her bound arm so that the crook of her knee pressed down just below
her elbow.  With another tie, I secured her ankle to the chair frame.  It
took a bit of doing to capture her other leg that she was now kicking
frantically.  Her sandal flew off in the struggle but in a few seconds both
legs were bound.  I paused to admire my handiwork.  Completely naked now
except for one white sandal, spread wide and utterly helpless, the little
girl was sobbing in frustration, rage, and fear, pulling against her bonds
but unable to get any leverage.  "NO!  NO!  OH, NO!  LET ME GOOOO!  HELP!
MOMMEEEE!" Hmm, one final touch, I thought.  I stepped around behind her
and wrapped another velcro strip around her neck.  I put a half twist in
it, then fastened it to the back of the chair.  It wasn't choking her, not
by any means, but it was snug and when she screamed she could feel it
digging into the soft cords of her neck.

   I stepped back in front of her.  Karen's face was mottled red now and
tracked with tears.  Those beautiful puffy nipples were heaving.  She
thrashed her lower body as much as she could with her legs bound up and
apart the way they were, twisting her stomach and her exposed little pussy
back and forth.  As she continued to cry and pull against her bonds I began
gently stroking her shoulders, upper arms, and chest.  I brushed lightly
over those succulent-looking nipples, savoring the warm, rubbery feel of
her young flesh.  The intimate contact shocked her.  She stopped screaming
for a moment.  She drew in a breath as if to resume, but then the fight
seemed to go out of her.  She went limp in the chair and began blubbering
helplessly.  She bent her head and tears spilled to splash on her naked
abdomen.

   I made soothing noises as I continued to fondle the crying child. 
"Karen, it's OK, don't cry.  I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.  I want
to help you.  I'm just going to show you how to masturbate so you can feel
good like Renee.  We'll just do that and then I'll let you go.  It won't
take long, but you have to stop crying first, OK?  C'mon, honey, don't
cry." I cradled Karen's face in my hands, brushing some order back into her
long blond hair and tilting her head back to look at me.  The child made an
effort to compose herself, stifling her sobs into irregular sniveling
punctuated by hiccups.  I gently wiped away a trail of snot from beneath
one nostril.  "Please," she begged, "please let me go.  I don't like this.
I want to get dressed, pleeeease."

   I almost came in my shorts; having the young girl so completely in my
power was an amazing erotic high.  She sat in the chair, legs bent high
over her arms, pussy spread wide, totally helpless to prevent me from doing
whatever I wanted.  Evil fantasies briefly flashed through my mind -
forcing my cock down her throat; choking her to near-unconsciousness over
and over; sticking hot needles into those delectable nipples and licking up
the blood as she shrieked in pain - but they were only fantasies.  My goal
was never to hurt her, just to break her free of her fears and conditioning
and liberate her nascent sexuality.  Liberate it, and focus it on me.

   Karen's toothbrush still buzzed away on the floor where I had dropped
it. I sat down before her and picked it up.  I was just about at eye-level
with her spread vulva and I pressed smiling Winnie right along her slit. 
She inhaled sharply, shocked again into silence.  I held it against her for
just a few seconds, watching her eyes widen.  Her cute little innie
bellybutton winked at me as her abdominal muscles tensed, and she gasped
out a little "oh!" as I snatched it away, mimicking her earlier actions.

   I repeated this several times, taking the opportunity in between to
examine her lovely eleven-year-old cunny.  I could see the family
resemblance to Renee in the little keyhole widening at the top of her slit,
but as she had entered puberty she was more developed than Renee.  There
was a sparse fan of fine, almost colorless hair spreading from the top of
the slit across her smooth mound, and even finer peach fuzz around the top
of her outer lips.  Her inner lips had begun to show; they were far from
the outfolded petals of a grown woman but definitely visible as another
line of flesh between the labia majora.  The biggest difference, though,
was the delicate wrinkled bud of her clitoris.  It was quite large.  Under
my repeated applications of the vibrating toothbrush it began to flush,
standing out proud and growing even larger.  She began to lubricate and
this also was different than her sister, because there was a lot of it. 
Copious amounts of a creamy, aromatic goo began to ooze between those tight
inner lips, running down to coat her anal pucker and dampen the chair seat.
The toothbrush handle became slick and shiny and I used it to spread the
juice up to her clit and around the outer lips.

   Ten, twelve, fifteen times I pressed the improvised vibrator against
Karen's prominent clit and snatched it away.  The timbre of her repeated
"oh!" changed, becoming tinged perhaps with a bit of frustration.  Her butt
began to wriggle on the increasingly-slippery wooden seat; she was starting
to hump her nearly-bald pussy against the toothbrush, straining to the
limits of her bondage as I pulled it away each time.  Her brow was
furrowed, eyes squinted half shut.  She was panting now instead of crying,
her mouth half-open and the tip of her pretty pink tongue sticking out of
the corner.

   After about twenty applications I felt she was ready.  I laid the the
toothbrush base back against her slit but this time I didn't release it. 
Instead I covered it with my palm and pushed fairly firmly, sliding it up
and down, feeling the vibrations work into her lips.  The ridges of Winnie
the Pooh's molded figure rubbed over the delicate, blood-swollen tissues.
Karen's eyes popped open in surprise at the new feelings and her little
gasps got louder and louder.  "Oh!.....oh!......oh!  oh!  oh!  OH!  OH! 
OOH!" Her hips began to buck, and the tendons in her thighs on either side
of her cunny stood out as her leg muscles flexed and relaxed.  She would
have been kicking her legs just like Renee had, but with her ankles bound
all she could do was twist her little feet around - one bare, the other
still shod - and spread and curl her pretty toes.  "OOH!  OH!  AAOOH!! 
AAAAOOWEEEE!" Her voice rose to a near-shout - then a sharp shriek as her
entire body went rigid and she fell over the edge into her first real
orgasm.  I felt her pussy spasm beneath my palm and slid the device upwards
so it rested directly on her clit.  Then I could actually watch her inner
lips tighten and relax, giving me a surprising view of her inner passage.
Even more surprising was the way her immature pussy juice flooded out.  She
was almost a squirter at just eleven years of age!

   For a good thirty seconds Karen's butt bounced up and down as she
spasmed and strained against her bonds in pleasure now instead of fear. 
More gasping little yips forced their way out of her throat as a puddle, an
actual puddle of her juvenile cunt cream spread on the wooden seat.  She
strained upwards against all her bonds, even the tie around her neck,
turning a long groaning sigh into a choking rasp.  Then the preteen went
limp; her head lolled back and her butt plopped down onto the wet wood and
slid forward.

   "Gnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhh..." Karen sighed, slowly raising her head.  I
reached up and stroked her forehead, gently brushing back her hair, the
strands dark with sweat.  Blue eyes slowly swam back into focus as the
sexual flush faded from her face, neck, and upper chest.  Her nipples and
clit were swollen and dark with blood.  "Whhhhhaaa...?" It was as much an
exhalation as a question.

   I smiled at Karen as I continued to caress her.  "Wow, you had a good
one, didn't you?  Now that's what masturbating should feel like.  Way
better than the way you were doing, wasn't it?" The fifth grader nodded
dreamily, but then grimaced as she realized her ass was sliding around in
liquid on the wooden seat.

   "Oh, geez...." She tried to crane her head forward but her neck was
still restrained by the velcro.  Her hands and feet began to twist in
agitation, rubbing her wrists and ankles against their bindings.  Her face
crumpled into an expression of disgust.  "I...peed myself!  Oh, no..."

   "No, honey, that's not pee.  It's your girl juices.  You made a whole
lot of it, that just means that you really really enjoyed yourself.  Here,
you can see it's nothing like pee." I swiped my fingers through the gooey
liquid on the seat and held them up for her inspection.  "Sniff!" She tried
to jerk her head away, but I smeared the juice under her nose and across
her cheeks and mouth.  In fact, the room now smelled more than faintly of
her preteen pussy.  The odor was different than Renee's completely
prepubescent juice.  Karen was spicier, though nowhere near as pungent as a
mature adult.  I looked at her drenched and still-oozing cunny and my cock
felt fit to burst from the realization that I had coaxed this out of her
somewhat against her will.

   "OK, you said you'd let me go after you showed me how to masturbate. 
You did, so now will you please untie meeeeEEEEEAHHH!" Her words ended in a
shriek as I switched the toothbrush back on and clapped it against her
swollen clitoris.  "Noo!  Noooah!  Nuh!  NUH!  NUHHH!" Karen stiffened
again as if electrified and her ass slid back and forth in the mess she had
made, trying to wrench her oversensitive genitals away from the
now-torturous vibration.

   "I will in a second, sweetie, but first - your hot little babycunt looks
good enough to EAT!" And so saying, I shoved my face into her soaking slit,
pushing my tongue up the length and slurping in a generous portion of her
warm love honey.  It was delicious.  With one hand I kept the toothbrush
pushed against her cunny while with the other I reached up and tweaked
those lovely red nipples, pulling and pinching, rolling them between my
fingers and thumb.  The eleven-year-old was yipping and gasping, begging
incoherently - for what, she probably didn't even know - as her body
twisted this way and that.  I kept my mouth and the vibrator fastened to
her nearly-hairless cunny.  I roughly rubbed Winnie against her clit while
I slurped at her lips and hole.  Then I ran the toothbrush downward while I
captured her clit between my lips, sucking and trilling my tongue against
it.  Juices gushed out of her, soaking my beard, mustache, nose and cheeks.
My nose and tongue thrilled to her most intimate flavors.

   Within two minutes I felt her pussy spasm against my lips.  Karen was
cumming again, but I did not relent.  I kept up my mechanical, manual, and
oral assaults on her nipples and vulva, driving her to an ever higher
sexual peak.  Her yips became moans, then whines, and finally wild sobs as
her immature nervous system was completely overloaded by orgasmic
sensation. Her clitoris palpably throbbed between my lips and each flick of
my tongue against it made her entire body jerk.  Finally she was too wrung
out to even catch her breath; her crying became a series of sobbing gulps.

   I was gasping for breath myself.  I stood suddenly and opened my shorts,
yanking out my burning stiff penis.  I waved it before her glazed, almost
unseeing eyes, slapping it gently against her cheeks.  She focused, staring
in terrible fascination as I pushed the angry dark swollen head forward,
pressing it lightly against her red lips.  I didn't intend to force it into
her mouth and indeed I had no time.  Rocking my hips backwards, I aimed at
her chest, jerked at my organ once, twice, and my cum surged out of me.  I
grunted like an animal as each shot splashed against her flushed skin.  She
flinched as five hot spurts landed on her, coating both nipples and running
down to pool on her lap, in her bellybutton, over her smooth mound and
mingling with her own cunt juice.

   The last of my energy drained out of me with my semen.  I milked the
last drops out of my organ, then pushed it back in the child's face.  She
attempted to lean back away from it but I grabbed a handful of her hair in
my other hand and held her so I could wipe my cock on her and smear sperm
across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

   I stepped around behind the chair and scooted it around so that Karen
was looking directly at her reflection in the full-length mirror.  I picked
up her eyeglasses and gently fitted them back on her face.  I stooped down
and put my lips at her ear.  "Look at you," I whispered.  "You're a mess."
And indeed she was.  Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.  She was
flushed and gasping from exertion.  Her long hair was in disarray, sweat
matting strands to her forehead and neck.  A big glob of sperm was running
down the side of her nose, and her chest and belly were likewise dripping
with my ejaculate.  She stank of sweat.  Her thighs, ass, and crotch were
completely soaked with her own juices, and the puddle had actually
overflowed the seat.  Her skinny chest heaved as she fought to catch her
breath.  Her cunny lips were an angry red and noticeably inflamed.  Her
clitoris stood almost straight out from its hood, swollen far beyond its
normal size.  Her body shuddered and jerked erratically as little orgasmic
aftershocks shot through her.

   "What do you see, Karen?" I whispered.  She shook her head vaguely, not
really capable yet of a rational response.  I stroked her hair gently as I
continued.  "I'll tell you what I see.  I see a horny little girl.  A horny
little girl with a hot little babycunt that just loooooooves sex." I paused
as I spoke to nibble at her delicate little ear.  Each time I did a quick
shiver wracked her naked body.  "There's nothing wrong with that.  What
those fools at your church don't understand is that God made our bodies,
and He gave us these feelings.  God wants you to feel good.  So you go
ahead and play with your hot little babycunt whenever you want.  You
masturbate every day, at least once a day.  And when you're sitting in
church and they're telling you that sex is bad, you can nod and pretend to
agree, and act like a pure little virgin.  You can tell yourself this
didn't feel good to you.  You'll fool them, and you may try to fool
yourself, but God will know the truth about you.  I know the truth about
you, and deep down you'll know the truth about you, you and that hot little
babycunt of yours." I gently removed the velcro tie from Karen's neck and
then unbound her wrists and ankles as well.  She was too exhausted to move,
though, and just sagged back in the chair.  I lifted her knees gently over
the chair arms and placed her little feet back on the floor.  "Now you
rest, and look at yourself, and think about what I said.  I'll go get a
towel and clean you up." I left the room.

   The dazed fifth grader stared at herself in the mirror for a minute,
taking in her disheveled hair, her nakedness, the semen and cunt juices
smeared all over her.  Slowly, she scooted forward in the chair again,
spreading her legs wide.  She reached her right hand down and gingerly
placed it on her abused little cunny, gasping and half-closing her eyes as
her fingertips traced the reddened, abused tissues.  She licked her lips
and swallowed and then, as her fingers slowly began circling around her
button she began speaking softly to herself.  Her voice was almost a sigh
as she repeated over and over, "Touch my babycunt.  Touch my babycunt. 
Touch my babycunt..."

   To be continued.

   ***************

   Thanks to all my correspondents for your feedback and support, and a
special thanks to Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the loan of her yummy sushi
pajamas.

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