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Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Couch, part 4 (Mg, ped, mast, oral, cons, reluc, humil, forced-exhib) by Rufus Fugit
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Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 09:10:01 -0400
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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 4 (Mg, ped, mast, oral, cons, reluc, humil,
forced-exhib) by Rufus Fugit

Jenny was enjoying herself at the wedding reception, catching up with
old friends and distant relatives. As for me, I didn't really know
anybody there; the main point of interest for me was watching Jenny's
eleven-year-old daughter Karen walk around the reception hall,
imagining her naked little pussy under her dress and enjoying the feel
of her panties, soaking wet with her preteen cunt juice, wrapped around
my semi-hard penis. The reception was pretty dull for Karen and her
nine-year-old sister, Renee - there were no other kids their age, just
a passel of teenagers who ignored them - so it was perfectly reasonable
for Karen to ask her mom if I could take her home. But Renee chimed in
too and I had no plausible reason to take one but not the other. I
offered to baby-sit for the afternoon, though, and even make the girls
dinner so Jenny could go out with the wedding party and she accepted. I
would have children to myself for the rest of the day.

So I piled Karen and Renee into my truck and left. Instead of taking
them straight home, though, I headed for the mall. Karen was on the
bench seat next to me with Renee on her other side. As we drove I
casually fondled the older girl's thigh. Her dress was cut wrong for me
to hike it up so while she was sitting properly the only bare flesh I
could easily reach was her knee. Karen blushed a little but for the
first time made no protest against my improper touching. It was pretty
mild compared to what I had already subjected her to - just this
morning I had stuck my thumb into her juvenile cunt and a finger up her
ass and made her dance like an orgasmic handpuppet - but for once she
appeared to be enjoying herself without qualms. I had to keep my eyes
on the road, of course, but after a few minutes of my gentle caresses
she appeared to be squirming slightly in her seat.

I decided to see if I could push her a little further. Strictly
speaking we were in public although the truck's high dashboard and
tinted windows gave us privacy. At a traffic light I told Karen, "Put
your feet up on the seat." Without waiting for her to comply I grabbed
her left leg behind the knee and raised it like I wanted. With her
knees up that way her dress puddled in her lap; she quickly pulled it
down to conceal her missing underwear but her thighs were exposed right
up to her pretty little ass. As we accelerated away from the light I
slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. We drove the rest of the way
to the mall like that. I stroked her slowly up and down her leg,
reveling in the feel of the firm youthful muscles beneath her silky
golden skin. Occasionally I would nudge my pinky underneath the fabric
and brush against her naked preteen cunny ever so slightly, but no more
than that. At first the fifth-grader glanced nervously around as if
sure that every other driver on the road was watching her but then she
relaxed into my fondling. Her breathing got deep and even and she laid
her head back against the seat, closing her eyes and nibbling her lower
lip prettily. The bright sunlight streaming into the truck highlighted
the silky fine hairs on her upper lip and jawline. As I varied my touch
she pursed her mouth and her eyelids twitched occasionally. Were her
little nipples stiffening beneath the dress? I couldn't tell, but after
a while she slumped a bit and let her legs fall open wider, resting her
right knee on her little sister's thigh. The invitation to touch her
more intimately was plain enough - whether or not she made it
consciously - but for the moment I declined, content to just work her
up a little bit and leave her unsatisfied.

Renee noticed my hand rubbing near her older sister's crotch but she
was more interested in the passing scenery. "This isn't the way home,"
she observed, craning her neck to see out over the high doors. Unlike
her sister who had wanted to stay in her pretty, grown-up dress, Renee
had changed clothes before we left the church and was now in tennis
shoes, jeans and a pale green sleeveless button-down blouse. It had a
high collar but the armholes were generous and so when the angle was
just right I could catch glimpses of her flat chest and if I was really
lucky a tiny pink nipple. The effect was very sexy. It was a promise
and a reminder of the nine-year-old's nakedness, innocent in her
hairlessness yet wanton in her enjoyment of the illicit sex I was
teaching her. Her brown hair was in two long, thick braids, done
French-style starting up on her scalp for the wedding.

I had taken off my suitcoat and tie and exchanged my dress shoes for
some comfortable athletic shoes, so I was wearing slacks and a white
shirt with the collar open. "No, we're going to go by the mall. I'll
get some groceries for dinner and I promised your sister that I would
buy her something special. We made a bargain," I said, but didn't
elaborate.

The mall parking lot was packed. I pulled into a space at the very end
of a row and killed the engine. Karen was so totally relaxed that she
didn't move until I patted her crotch sharply - almost a little smack -
through the bunched up fabric of her dress. Then she jerked upright as
if waking from a doze. I chuckled but made no other comment. The air
above the pavement was brutally hot under the late afternoon summer sun
as we walked to the mall entrance. Thinking of the heat waves rising up
under Karen's dress, I mimed fanning her and said casually, "Boy, you
really will have a hot babycunt now, won't you?" The young girl blushed
but with pleasure this time instead of shame, and she even giggled.
(Renee didn't get the joke, since she didn't yet know that her older
sister was "going commando".) Karen's attitude seemed to have changed
since our latest encounter as if she had taken to heart my insistence
that even her compulsive nightly masturbation marathons were completely
normal and not the perverted evil her church training had taught her.
It was a refreshing change but I doubted it would survive what I had
planned for the rest of the day.

We got some groceries for dinner first, then walked down the mall to
the junk-jewelry store, the place where they did ear-piercing. I gave
Karen a ten-dollar bill and told her she could get whatever she wanted.
Renee and I sat down on a bench outside the store to wait while the
older girl shopped. I put my arm around her casually, stroking her hair
and her shoulders and, when no one was looking, reaching in through the
open armholes of her blouse and giving her nipples quick little pinches
and rubs. Each time I did, she giggled. I knew I shouldn't be risking
it in public, but the day's events so far and my plans for later had
put me close to erotic overload. My penis throbbed inside my slacks.
Karen's still-damp underwear was wrapped around the shaft and the feel
of the drying fabric against the sensitive skin kept me bone-stiff and
aching. I shifted on the bench, trying to find a less binding position.
Renee looked down at my lap. "Your thingy's hard again, isn't it? Are
you going to squirt in your pants? You probably shouldn't, it'll make a
mess and everyone will see. If it's still hard when we get back to your
truck, I can squeeze it then and make it squirt, but I don't wanna get
any on me, OK?"

Just hearing the third-grader chattering on so heedlessly about my
"thingy" brought me perilously close to orgasm without even touching
myself. I loved that she was getting so sexualized that she would
notice a grown man's arousal and have no compunction about mentioning
it, even offering to relieve it. Fortunately the background noise
levels in the mall allowed me to respond in a nearly normal tone
without worry about being overheard. "That's sweet of you to offer,
Renee, but Karen's going to do it for me a bit later. In fact, I'm
going to play a little game with her. The thing is, now that I showed
her how to feel good she really, really likes it - but she likes to
pretend that she doesn't. She'll be like, 'no, don't', and I have to
sort of make her, but not really, and then she's all like 'oooh, that
feels good'. Understand?"

Renee looked puzzled. "Huh-uh, no. That's weird."

"Yeah, it is, but it makes it better for her in the end. So I'm going
to kind of pretend to be mean to her and she'll act all upset but in
the end she'll like it. All you have to do is kinda play along. You
think you can do that?"

"I guess...I dunno, I don't really get it."

"Look, here's all you have to do to get the game started. Whatever
Karen buys in the store here? Once we get back in the car I'll get her
to show it to us, and then you ask me how come she got a present and
you didn't. You can do that, can't you?" This time Renee nodded her
head, her long braids bobbing. With a specific instruction like that,
she was fine. "Good girl...Oh look, here she comes. Remember what you
have to do!"

Karen had bought herself a little purse covered in sparkly beads and
sequins. She spent most of the walk back to the mall entrance showing
it off to her little sister, a little snottily I thought. She couldn't
help lording it over Renee that she got a present and the younger girl
didn't. I let it go; in the first place a girly purse like that wasn't
the kind of thing that interested Renee so the bragging didn't faze
her, and in the second place Karen was shortly going to earn every
penny of the ten bucks it cost me. When we got to the doors, though,
the weather gods had played a trick on us. Gone was the brilliant hot
sun and the clear, hard azure sky. We were in the midst of a
cloudburst. Wind-whipped sheets of rain blew across the parking lot in
nearly opaque curtains. Water ran across the pavement, ankle-deep or
more in places. People were waiting clustered inside the doors for the
rain to slacken but it didn't look like that was going to happen
anytime soon.

Getting wet was no problem for Renee and I, but Karen's dress would be
ruined by such a drenching. A devilish idea struck me, and I almost
laughed aloud. Could I get away with it? Would Karen go along with it,
or would it be too much for even her automatic deference to adult
authority? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I decided. I kneeled down
which put me a bit below the children's eye level. "Look at that rain!
Karen, honey, you better take your shoes off. They'll get ruined by the
water otherwise."

"Can't we just wait? I don't wanna get wet," she answered. A whiny note
crept into her voice. I hate whining.

"It's just rain, you won't melt." I held out my hand. "Give me your
shoes," I continued implacably,  "and I'll put them in the plastic sack
with the groceries." The fifth-grader lifted her feet one at a time and
removed the white patent-leather slip-ons. I noticed that her toenails
had been painted an opalescent blue to match her dress. Her toes were
long and delicate-looking and the dots of color emphasized their
vulnerability as she shifted her weight uneasily on the cold tile floor
of the mall walkway. "In fact," I continued as I stuffed her shoes
away, "your dress will never stand up to that, either. You'd better
take it off, too."

Karen was aghast. "I can't do that!" she yelled above the noise of the
rain battering the building.

"Why not?" I asked, though I knew the answer full well.

"You know!" The fifth grader leaned close to me, her eyes pleading.
"You took my panties," she stage-whispered. "I don't have anything
covering my...my..."

"Your cunt?" I enunciated very clearly and pitched my voice more loudly
but carefully so as not to carry beyond we three. Karen winced, but
nodded.

"What's the matter?" Renee asked, looking back and forth between her
sister and me.

I continued speaking to Renee in the same tone, which seemed louder
than it was. Karen made frantic shushing gestures, hopping from foot to
bare foot and flapping her arms at me. "Your sister and I fooled around
before the ceremony and she had a really good one, a great big orgasm.
You know how you get a little wet when you have one?" Renee nodded.
"Well, you wouldn't believe how wet your sister gets! Juice just pours
out of her!" Renee put both hands to her mouth to smother a laugh at
the image my words painted for her. Karen, on the other hand, looked as
if she wished the earth would swallow her. To her increasing agitation
I continued, "So her panties got completely soaked and stinky. I had to
take them off her, or else everyone in the pews would've smelled her
cunt juice."

"Pews!" Renee giggled. "They woulda been pee-yous!"

I laughed too; it really was a pretty good joke. Karen didn't see the
humor, though. "But I can't take my dress off in here! Everyone will
see!" Her tone turned frantic as she imagined her pussy exposed before
the dozens of strangers standing around us, adult men and women,
teenaged boys and children her own age and younger.

But I had an answer ready for that. "No, it'll be fine," I said
breezily, as if stripping a fifth-grader naked in public was the most
natural thing in the world. "Look, we'll step out around the corner
here - we'll still be under the awning but no one will be able to see.
There's no one in the lot, and the car's that way," I pointed away from
the sightline of the glass doors. "Renee will run in front of you, and
I'll be behind you. Look, you can hardly see for all the rain anyway,
so don't worry. C'mon now." I stood and grasped her firmly around her
skinny upper arm and started tugging her towards the glass doors.

Her eyes went round and her face showed stark terror as she realized I
was really serious - I was going to make her run the length of the mall
parking lot in the pouring rain, easily a quarter of a mile, completely
naked except for her thin camisole. "No...no! I can't! Please, don't
make me! Please! PLEASE, NO!" She was tugging futilely back against my
grip, her voice rising in panic. Quickly, before anyone took real
notice, I tightened my grip sharply. The pain shocked her into
momentary silence and I bent my face to hers.

"You have to!" I said angrily. "Stop being such a baby! If you let your
dress get ruined, your mother will be furious with you, and she'll be
mad at me, too, for letting it happen. I am NOT going to let YOU get me
in trouble." I gave her a little shake, while people around us politely
looked away from the perfectly normal tableau of a father chastising
his bratty daughter; no one could hear the actual subject under
discussion.  "You're going to do this. Just do like I say and no one
will even notice. Keep whining, though, and by golly I'll drag you if I
have to and then everyone will see your babycunt hanging out and
they'll all know what a little perv you are. Is that what you want? Is
it?" 

Karen crumpled before my show of anger. Her need for adult approval and
fear of being exposed as a "perv" were just too strong for her to even
realize how ridiculous my threat was. "No, sir," she whispered. Her
chin quivered and tears welled up in her eyes.

"OK, then. Come on, Renee," I handed the two bags of groceries to the
younger girl as I shepherded her ahead of me out the door and tugged
Karen after, still holding her quite firmly around the upper arm. Her
bare feet stumbled slightly over the doorsill and onto the rough, wet
concrete as I half-dragged her around the corner and out of sight of
the entryway. The storm was still raging; water cascaded in sheets off
the mall marquee. The high awning kept us only relatively dry. It
offered little protection from the blowing wind and splashes from the
standing water. Karen was terrified, trembling violently despite the
warm, steamy air. Still, she offered no resistance as I turned her
around to face the brick wall. I tugged the zipper of her dress
smoothly down, revealing the creamy silk of her camisole and her
buttocks curving outwards in just a hint of the womanly figure she
would eventually develop. I had to tell her twice to raise her arms,
she was almost paralyzed with fear, but when she did I gathered the
dress at her waist and quickly lifted it up and over her head,
stripping her. For the moment, my body shielded her from view.

Karen gasped as she felt the wind strike her naked legs and pussy. She
hunched over, face to the wall, cupping her hands protectively over her
pale smooth mound. I gave her a quick smack on her ass, though, and she
straightened right up. I stuffed the dress into the grocery bag. I took
the other bag from her sister and handed them both to her. I had to
shout to be heard over the noise of the storm. "Hold these at your
sides to cover up." Actually, I was filling her hands so she couldn't
use them to hide herself like she'd just been doing. "Renee, you know
where the car is?" She bobbed her head. "OK, when I say go, you take
off. Karen will be right behind you, and I'll be behind her. Are you
ready?" She nodded again, but looked askance at her big sister standing
there barefoot and naked from the waist down. Tears were streaming down
Karen's face and she shivered uncontrollably. Everyone has anxiety
dreams where they find themselves naked in a public place; now she had
woken up to one. "She'll be OK," I reassured Renee. "Let's just get
moving. Go!" And the nine year old jumped off the curb and ran. Braids
flying, she splashed through the water down the aisle.

Karen stood rooted to the spot, though, unable to force herself to take
that first step and expose her body to the world. I let Renee get a
good twenty feet ahead and then I hauled off and spanked her naked ass
again, hard enough this time to leave a handprint. She yelped and
jumped off the curb, her bare feet splashing into ankle-deep water, and
lurched into an awkward run. I was right behind her, watching her pale,
thin legs scissor open and closed. The grocery bags swung back and
forth as she fought unsuccessfully to keep them close to her sides. She
was crying full out now as she ran, whimpering "ohno,ohno,ohno," over
and over.

In an instant we were all soaked. Karen's loose long hair was plastered
to her back; water poured off it and down her bare butt. I stayed close
behind her, keeping my feet low as I ran to splash cold water up on her
bare calves and thighs with every step. I was laughing as the heavy
rain beat against my face. I couldn't believe that I had actually done
it, and even less that Karen had let me get away with it, but here I
was chasing a naked preteen through the shopping mall parking lot. 

Karen was trying desperately to catch up to her younger sister to use
whatever minimal coverage her smaller body would provide. Under normal
circumstances she could easily outrun Renee, but the asphalt was
slippery and hard under her bare feet, and she was slowed by the weight
of the groceries. Tears and the pouring rain blurred her vision. Worse,
the emotional shock made her feel heavy and uncoordinated. Each time
she faltered I gave her ass another smack, making her shriek and jump
and leap forward again.

But now I could see a car crawling slowly down the aisle ahead of us,
its headlights cutting a swath through the silvery rainfall. Karen's
naked thighs would shine out like a beacon in that light. That wouldn't
do. I seized the girl's arm and jerked her into the space between two
parked cars, turning my back to the aisle as if I were fumbling with my
keys and pushing Karen against the car door. "Hey!" I yelled over the
noise of the rain beating on endless car roofs. No response. "Hey!" I
yelled again. She didn't look at me, just stood there shivering and
crying, her head bent over in misery and her arms holding the grocery
sacks tight at her sides. Despite the warm air she was covered in
gooseflesh. Her camisole was drenched and basically transparent and
clung to every slight curve of her immature upper body. I could see her
navel, the soft swell of her belly, and I could see where her nipples
poked out, proud and swollen and completely stiff. To get her attention
I slapped her again, this time right on her smooth pussy. She leaped
and screamed, but focused on me.

"Karen, you're doing great! It's OK." I hugged her slight, shivering
form tightly and she burrowed into me. Sure, I was the author of her
current predicament but I was also shelter right now, covering her
exposure. We stood there in the pouring rain. "Look, just relax,
sweetie," I continued, rocking her and stroking her wet hair, "There's
nothing to be scared of. No one can see you, you're doing fine," As I
continued talking, mostly just for the sound of my voice, the girl
started to relax. "Now, tell the truth, isn't this sort of fun?"

"No..." was her immediate response, but amazingly she sounded
uncertain.

"No? It's not fun to splash through puddles? It's not fun to get
soaking wet without worrying about it? It's not fun to have me...rub
your babycunt?" And as I spoke I shoved my hand between her legs,
pushing two fingers between her goose-pimpled labia and roughly
massaging her clit hood. She was not lubricating - not at all
surprising given the trauma she was living - but the water was good
enough. And her small body reacted, sagging back against the cold metal
as her legs parted slightly. What with the water, the wind, her bare
feet and naked body, every feeling was heightened and the sensation of
my fingers roughly parting her bald pussy lips was almost
overwhelmingly intense. Within ten seconds she was gasping and
shuddering and shoving her crotch against my hand. Behind me I heard
the car splash past. I looked around and the aisle was clear again. "We
gotta go, gotta catch up to your sister. C'mon, you can do it, take my
hand and we'll run together. You can do it!" I took one of the shopping
bags from her and grabbed her hand, tugging her back to a run as we
headed back up the aisle. Now that she had relaxed a little her natural
grace reasserted itself and she kept pace with me easily, her long bare
legs flashing. Her soaked camisole clung to her stiff, swollen nubs and
her hair flew wildly behind her. She didn't look happy, not at all, but
the panic had dissolved and been replaced by a look of determination.
She held her face tilted up into the pounding rain, letting it wash
away her tears as we ran.

We got to the truck seconds after Renee who was doing a little rain
dance waiting for us. She was jumping and stomping the deepest puddles,
splashing water all around, her little arms flung up to the sky. I
unlocked the truck and threw the bags behind the seat. Karen pushed
past me and dived onto the seat. I boosted Renee in after her, closed
the door, and ran around to get in myself. For a few seconds, it was
just enough to sit there and enjoy the feeling of not being rained on.
Water drummed on the roof of the cab and cascaded off the windshield.
We couldn't see out through the downpour; it was like being in a
private little cave. "Whoohoo!" I shouted, shaking my head from side to
side and flinging water off of my wet hair. Renee laughed and did the
same thing.

Karen, however, turned in the seat to face me, drawing up her left foot
so the heel rested against her bare crotch. The little blonde was
angry! Her hands were clenched into fists, her blue eyes flashed, and
her nipples were stiff and poking out the completely transparent
camisole that was her only garment. "I can't believe you made me do
that!" she shouted. She looked so sexy that it was all I could do not
to grab her shoulders, push her down flat on the seat with her head in
her sister's jeans-clad lap, and fuck her right there. As soon as I had
discovered this morning that her cherry was already gone I knew that
before long I would be forcing my adult cock into her barely-pubescent
eleven-year-old vagina. I shuddered inwardly as I imagined how
delightful the little girl's naked body would feel pressed beneath mine
as I pumped load after load of cum into her. But not quite yet.

"I can't believe you did it!" I responded, and began praising her
extravagantly for her bravery and her speed, her grace and her beauty,
continuing my strategy of emotionally whipsawing her from humiliation
to pride and back. I pulled her to me, nuzzling my face into her neck
and kissing all up and down from her ear to her shoulder. I lifted the
sopping little camisole up over her chest and seized both of her firm,
rubbery nipples. I felt them stiffen and heat against my fingertips as
I spoke. "You were so brave and you looked so beautiful running, you're
a special little girl, I bet not one in a thousand could've done that,
I'm so proud of you!" I was twisting and pinching the sensitive nubs
now, and the young girl's skinny torso began to twist beneath my hands;
I could see the muscles rippling in her abdomen.

Karen's anger dissolved into confusion under my verbal and physical
onslaughts. She had every right to be furious. What I had done to her
was a dreadful violation and should be unforgivable. But now I was
heaping on her the adult praise she craved and if she rejected me to
hold onto her anger she'd have to reject the praise as well. Her body,
too, was responding to my fondling. Tingles spread from her nipples,
and that delicious new sensation of heat and juiciness was rising
between her legs. "Stop! Sto...ahp!" she said but it was halfhearted
and more of a moan than a command.

I pushed her against the seatback so she was facing forward and now my
hands roamed freely all over her  wet, slender body. Her tan lines
looked so sexy, the way the golden skin on her arms and legs contrasted
with the paleness of her undeveloped breasts and pubis. I rubbed down
her stomach, pressed a finger into her twitching bellybutton. I stroked
down one leg and back up, teasingly across her mound and down the
other. Her skinny ass began to squirm on the wet seat.  I stopped
nibbling on her neck long enough to raise my head and say, "Look,
Renee, your big sister's getting horny!" 

The younger child had been taking in my molesting her big sister with
her expressionless gaze, absently twisting one of her braids. "Why?"
she asked.

"I dunno, exactly. I think being naked in public kinda turns her on,
even though she didn't want to at first. She was scared, but maybe
being scared makes her horny, too." I continued fondling Karen as I
spoke and if she objected to having her sexual kinks discussed
impersonally with her nine-year-old sister she gave no sign. Her eyes
had closed and she was making little sighs and cooing sounds. She was
starting to thrust her crotch up off the seat as I continued to tease
her by refusing to make full contact with her heating little cunt.
"Yes, Renee, your sister is definitely horny," I said. "Isn't that
right, Karen?" I flicked her swollen clitoris where it peeked out at
the top of her puffy labia, and she jumped and grunted as a spike of
pleasure wracked her preteen body. "Do you want me touch you?"

"Yesssssss..." she breathed out.

"Where? Where do you want me to touch you?"

"There! On my..." she couldn't quite say it.

I took my hand away. "You have to say it, Karen. You have to ask for
it. Where do you want me to touch you?"

The fifth-grader moaned in frustration, tossing her head with its mane
of blond hair back and forth. She arched her back, pushing her nipples
up at me. I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "If you want me to touch
your babycunt, all you have to do is say it. Say it!"

"Yes!" she shrieked. "Touch my babycunt!" All at once she seemed to
relax, and she repeated more softly, "Touch my babycunt." Her eyes
opened but they were unfocused and it was like she had fallen into a
trance. "Touch my babycunt. Touch my babycunt. Touch my babycunt..."

"Yes, sweetie, of course I will," and I did. I pinched her swollen
clitoris lightly between my finger and thumb, then slid two fingers
into her juvenile furrow, splitting the hairless lips. I rubbed rapidly
up and down, spreading her juice all over her smooth sex as it flowed
over my fingers.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Karen barked out sharp little sounds of pleasure as I
masturbated her vigorously. I eased off after a few seconds, not yet
ready to allow her release.

"Well, that's enough of that for right now," I said. Karen seemed to
shake herself awake as I took my hands off her. Her naked ass wriggled
on the seat and she squeezed her thighs together. I chuckled to myself
at her obvious frustration and her obvious efforts to hide it. She
wasn't ready yet to openly masturbate herself in front of me and her
little sister, even if we had been in a somewhat more private location
than a truck in the middle of a busy mall parking lot. "Show us your
new purse, why don't you?" I said, reaching back behind the seat to
fetch it and placing it in her hands. She held it out dumbly, not sure
what was expected of her.

Renee remembered her cue. "Hey, how come you bought her a present and
you didn't buy me a present?" she asked.

"It's not really a present, Renee," I answered, "It's more of a
payment. You see, your sister...is a whore."

"What's a whore?" Renee asked, as simultaneously with her big sister
shrieked out, "I am NOT!" The older girl looked outraged. Her knuckles
whitened around her new purse.

I answered the younger girl as if Karen hadn't just yelled in my ear.
"A whore is a girl who trades sex for money. Your sister made that
bargain with me this morning. I gave her a big orgasm but there wasn't
time for her to give me one, so I made that deal with her, didn't I,
Karen? I said I'll buy you something, and then you'll make me feel
good? Wasn't that the deal?"

"No! I mean, yes, but, I mean, that wasn't..."

"Sure it was, sweetie," I put my arm around her to tweak and pull her
right nipple gently as I spoke. "It wasn't cash on the nail, but it
doesn't have to be. I buy you something; you have sex with me. That
makes you a whore." My tone was light but I gave the word extra
emphasis each time I said it. 

"No, I'm not. I'm not!" The girl was near tears again. I don't think
she'd actually known what the word meant until now but she'd clearly
heard it used as some vicious schoolyard taunt or whispered by
sniggering teenagers somewhere.

I cut off her protests by giving her puffy, walnut-sized nipple a firm
pinch. "You are, sweetie. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Look; I spent
ten dollars on you so you'd have sex with me. That makes you a whore, a
ten-dollar whore to be precise. And right now, you're MY ten-dollar
whore!" Karen flinched from each use of the word as if from a blow.

Renee probably didn't understand the full emotional impact of my words
on her older sister since she didn't share her conflicted guilt about
sex play, either solo or with others. Nor did she have any context for
understanding how society looked down on prostitution, but she could
see Karen was upset and so with the unerring instinct of siblings
everywhere for effective teasing, she began chanting in a singsong
voice, "Karen is a who-ore. Karen is a who-ore. A whory whory
who-ore..."

"I'm NOT! I'M NOT! SHUT UP!" Karen lunged at her sister , screaming and
flailing her arms wildly. She caught Renee square in the mouth,
knocking her head backwards to hit hard against the door handle. For a
shocked second the younger girl was just stunned, as was I - I had
never seen the sisters have a physical fight in the four years I'd
known them - but then she burst out bawling.

I grabbed the older girl roughly by the arms and twisted her around to
face me. Her face was contorted in anger; two red smudges rode high on
her cheeks. The anger changed to fear as I confronted her. "That was
inexcusable!" I yelled right in her face. "You are Not! Allowed! to
Hit! your Sister!" and I emphasized each word with a good shake. I
maneuvered over her in the cramped space, pushing her into the driver's
seat as I gathered her crying little sister into my lap. "Sh-sh-sh-sh,"
I soothed her, "It's all right, Karen didn't mean it, it's OK..." I
rocked Renee as much as I could on the narrow seat. Even in our wet
clothes I could feel the heat from her compact little body against me
and my erection surged back to full hardness as I comforted her. What
if we had been naked, I imagined, instead of Karen. I imagined wedging
the head of my rampant cock into her prepubescent slit, holding her
against me and letting her own weight force a painful deflowering on
the small child. I imagined her sobs turning to grunts of pain and then
screams as my cock tore through her hymen and forced itself into her
incredible tightness and heat.  And I imagined crushing her smooth,
naked body against my hairy chest and feeling her virgin blood trickle
down my shaft as she struggled against her impalement. But I loved
Renee, and I'd never hurt her like that, and soon enough her sobs
diminished to sniffles; she'd been more shocked than hurt. I felt the
back of her head and there was no cut or bump.

Karen was crying herself now, huddled into the opposite corner of the
seat. Her knees were drawn up with her arms wrapped tight around them,
her chubby bald cuntlips peeking out between her legs. "I'm sorry,
Renee," she gulped out.

"You should be sorry, Karen. There's never a good reason to hit your
sister. And you," I turned to Renee, "You shouldn't have teased her.
You tell her you're sorry, too."

"I'm sorry," the younger girl muttered.

"Thank you, Renee. Karen, you'll have to be punished for hitting, but
look - we're all wet and uncomfortable. Let's not worry about it now,
OK? The rain's slowing down so sit back down, and we'll get out of
here." Awkwardly, I changed places again with the naked fifth-grader.
"Pull your top down, sweetie, before you put your seatbelt on. You
don't want everyone gawking at those pretty little boobies through the
windshield." Blushing, Karen did as she was told. "But here's the
thing," I spoke seriously. "You are too a whore. There's nothing wrong
with being a whore; I love you regardless. What I wouldn't love is if
you were a cheater, or a liar, or a girl who beats up littler kids.
Being a whore just means you get paid for doing what you like to do
anyway." I began stroking her smooth vulva again as I spoke, tracing
her slit which moistened again at my touch. I flicked the erect
clitoris and brought yet another shudder and gasp from the thoroughly
aroused young girl. "Now," I said, pinching and wiggling the sensitive
little nub gently, "What are you?"

"ooooooh...I'm a whore," she said softly, looking away from me.

"Good girl, that's right," I replied. "And whose whore are you?"

I pressed my other hand against the eleven-year-old's cheek, forcing
her to look around at me. Her chin quivered a bit but her blue eyes
were bright and determined as she said, "I'm your whore."

Her clit was slippery with juice between my fingers as I rubbed it back
and forth against her lips. "Yes, you are. And where do you like to be
touched, my beautiful, naked, ten-dollar whore?"

"Ah...ah...right there...oh...on my babycunt...my babycunt...touch
it...please..." Her upset dissolved under my fingers and the naked
preteen was again sighing and wriggling on the bench seat. Within a
minute or two her thighs and the vinyl beneath them were shiny and
slippery with her baby honey, and Renee wrinkled her nose as the
delicious (to me) smell of aroused pubescent cunt filled the cab.

"Ohhhhhhh..." Karen moaned in frustration as I took my hand out of her
crotch. I licked my fingers clean before I turned the key and started
the truck, savoring the taste and warm, creamy texture of her
secretions. 

"I'm going to take us to where you can earn your money, you cute little
whore," I said happily, "But you can start now." Working awkwardly
around my seatbelt I opened my pants and extracted my stiff cock.
Karen's satiny panties were still wrapped around the tumescent member.
She recoiled slightly from the thick, veined organ - the only other
time she had seen it she had been tied to a chair. I'd shoved it at her
face right before squirting hot semen all over her bound body. I
adjusted the damp fabric so that it covered the swollen mushroom head
of my penis, sliding it around a bit so it was thoroughly wet with my
precum. "Give me your hand," I said, and I wrapped her thin fingers
around the shaft. "Just hold it, and squeeze it while I drive. No, not
like that," as she grabbed it a bit too tightly. "Renee, you know how
to do this - tell your sister."

"Just squeeze a little," the nine-year-old said. "Now move your hand up
and down. Rub it, don't pull it. Be gentle!"

"Ahhhhh, like that," I approved. I cautiously put the truck in gear and
navigated out of the parking lot, looking at all the other drivers and
pedestrians and thinking about how we looked like a normal family
through the truck windshield - none of them could see me with my cock
out, being masturbated by a naked eleven-year-old while her
nine-year-old sister gave her pointers on technique. As my balls
churned from Karen's amateur ministrations, I drove out of the lot and
off to our next stop.

Our destination was a good half-hour away but it wasn't ten minutes
before I had to hurriedly pull off to the side of the road as I felt my
cum rising. I slammed the truck into Park then grabbed Karen's hand in
mine and pulled hard on my cock. "Oh, yeah! Jerk my cock, little whore!
Oh! Oh! Oh!" With my help Karen milked the cum out of me. It had been
building up in me all day, ever since I first dragged the fifth-grader
into that church broom closet to molest her. I threw my head back and
closed my eyes as I spurted shot after shot, drenching Karen's
little-girl panties with my slimy ejaculate.

"Ahhhhhh...nice! Good job, Karen. Not bad for your first time." I
praised Karen as I came down from my orgasmic high. When we had started
out she had been gazing fixedly straight ahead as if trying to pretend
it wasn't her hand masturbating a grown man's penis next to her, but as
we had driven her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she'd
started watching with interest as my cock twitched and swelled beneath
her hand.

I unwrapped the panties from my softening shaft, wiping myself clean as
I did. I dropped the semen-drenched fabric into Karen's lap with a
plop. She recoiled but I pushed the panties into her crotch, smearing
the slippery jizz onto her cunny lips. "There! Now you've got a man's
cum on you, just like a good whore should," I said, as I put the truck
back into gear and pulled into traffic.

The sun had sunk behind the mountains by the time we reached our
destination, Karen and Renee's elementary school. I pulled around the
back in the gathering twilight, backing in to park the truck at an
angle close to the building's back classroom wing. The school was empty
on this Sunday afternoon but we could see the rows of desks, the
blackboards, the brightly-colored construction-paper decorations
through the windows that stretched from wall-to-wall and up to the
ceiling. In front of us the playground fell away on a slight downslope
to a thick hedge that marked the boundary between it and adjacent
backyards.

I shut off the engine and got out. The rain had cooled the afternoon
quite a bit, though it was still comfortable. Maybe it would be a bit
chilly if you were a naked eleven-year-old girl, but even in my
still-damp clothes I was OK. I walked around to the other side and
opened the door. "Everyone out!" I said gaily. I lifted Renee down and
then reached across and half-helped, half-pulled Karen's nude form out
and stood her on the asphalt before she could protest. We were hidden
by the angle of the truck against the building and the nearest house
was a good 500 feet away anyway, but it took her a minute to realize
she wasn't completely exposed. Grasping her wrinkled camisole I said,
"You won't need this," while she was still getting her bearings and
lifted it over her head and off. She stood there between her clothed
younger sister and me, a little dazed and now completely naked. She
tried to cover herself with her hands but I grabbed her wrists and held
them in front of her. "No, you don't need to do that, sweetie. No one's
here but us."

Karen looked around and realized I was right. Being naked outside was
still a weird experience, weird and scary, but she was getting used to
it. When I asked "Are you ready to earn your money?" she set her jaw
and nodded, resigned to keeping the bargain I had forced on her.

Without warning I picked up the child and slung her over my shoulder in
a fireman's carry. Renee laughed at the sight of her older sister's
cunny and ass exposed, while Karen made a noise of surprise and
outrage, muffled by her long hair that draped over her head towards the
ground. Her legs kicked futilely. I walked to the back of the truck and
with my free hand lowered the tailgate and then bent to set the girl on
the open truckbed. She winced a bit as her butt cheeks pressed on the
cool, wet corrugated metal. I put an arm around her bare shoulders,
placed my other hand on her chest between her delectable nipples and
pushed, cradling her onto her back. Then I hooked a hand behind each
knee and pulled them up, placing her feet spread apart at the edge of
the tailgate. She was now lying flat with her legs open, her naked cunt
exposed and spread. Her labia were already swollen and red from being
repeatedly brought near to orgasm and left suspended in the mall lot.
Her oversized baby clit was aroused and stood out proud. I watched her
ribs rise and fall with her rapid breathing, hollowing her belly. She
raised her hands to cover her face as if shutting out the entire
bizarre situation.

I sat on the tailgate myself and leaned over so I could stroke Karen's
heaving chest as I spoke. "The first thing I want you to do for me,
little whore, is play with yourself. Get those hands busy in your
babycunt." I palmed her vulva briefly to prime the pump, as it were,
then when she didn't immediately comply I pulled her wrist down,
placing her right hand on her crotch. "Go on, Karen, rub your hot
babycunt for me." With her other hand firmly covering her eyes, the
child obeyed. Stiffening her hand, she pressed her second and third
fingers against her swollen clitty and began strumming rapidly up and
down.

I put my arm around little Renee as we both stood before her older
sister's spread legs, watching as she awkwardly masturbated herself.
Her ass began to wiggle on the truck bed and her breath came in gasps.
"Is that how you do it?" I asked the younger girl, just to get her
talking.

Renee's eyes were intent on Karen's oozing cunt. "Sorta. I use all my
fingers and I kinda go around and around instead of up and down."

I bent down for a closer look. Karen's immature inner lips were
flowering open a little and I could see her inner passage. The muscles
contracted and relaxed, opening and closing. "Look, Renee, she's
winking at us!" The little girl was fascinated by the sight of her
older sister's pink tunnel. "Karen, put your finger in, like I did to
you this morning. Go ahead, do it like a good little whore."

"Ohhh..." Karen made a soft sound of...humiliation? arousal? maybe
both?...at my instruction and use of "that word", but she obeyed.
Tentatively she probed at her cunthole with her middle finger, rubbing
around the edge of it and coating her fingertip with slippery juice
before pushing it slowly in. "Aaaaaaaagh..." she cried softly as she
pushed, until her finger was buried to the knuckle.

"Now push it in and out, Karen. You know how," I coached her. She did,
and in seconds she was humping her crotch against her hand, pressing
her outthrust clitoris against her palm in her body's instinctive quest
for pleasure. Little squeaks and moans escaped her lips. Through it
all, though, her other hand stayed covering her eyes. 

Renee was spellbound. I don't think it had occurred to her yet that you
could put things up inside yourself like that. I stood behind her now,
my erect cock pressing between her shoulderblades. I reached my fingers
into the wide armholes of her sleeveless blouse to fondle her tiny
nipples. They responded to my touch and the cool air by hardening into
stiff little pebbles, and the nine-year-old relaxed against me. "Hey,
Renee," I said, "Let's pretend that it's a school day instead of Sunday
night. All the kids and the teachers are in the classrooms here and the
blinds are open. What do you think the kids would say when they noticed
your big sister out here? Would it be, like, 'Hey, there's a naked girl
on the playground!'?"

Renee quickly got into the spirit of pretending. "Ohmigosh, is that
Karen?" she said. She changed her voice, raising and lowering the pitch
to indicate other children speaking. "It is Karen! Where are her
clothes? What's she doing? Ewww, she's playing with her privates! Look
at her, she's stuck her finger inside her cunny! It's all wet and
leaking! She's gonna get in trouble!"

"I'm the teacher," I proclaimed in a deep voice. "Class, everyone come
see. It appears that Karen has decided that she's a whore. She's
practicing by showing her babycunt to the entire school. That's what a
whore does to earn money. Raise your hand if you want to give your
lunch money to Karen for being a good whore!"

Our little impromptu theater had an electrifying effect on the older
girl as she writhed on the metal bed of my truck. "Noooooooooo!" she
cried as she imagined her outdoor masturbation viewed by her entire
school, all her classmates, the bigger and littler kids as well, plus
even the teachers. She could feel herself blushing from head to toe and
even in the waning daylight I could see her light skin coloring.
Humiliation overwhelmed her, but at the same time a deep well of
pleasure was bubbling up between her legs. Her clit and her tight
little hole were on fire as she imagined her schoolmates' faces pressed
against the window, watching her masturbate.

Karen was finger-fucking herself with abandon now, groaning and
twisting her body as shame and arousal fought to control her. I had
chosen this site and the scenario deliberately. Karen loved school and
loved learning, but now she wouldn't be able to step off the school bus
without remembering herself naked like this, legs spread, finger
pistoning in and out of her cunt. I wanted sex and humiliation to
infect every part of her childhood, not just her private time with me
at her house. I wanted everything she did in her daily routine to have
some association with sexual pleasure. I wanted her sitting in class
tomorrow, blushing, her panties damp with this memory as she imagined
herself naked on display. I wanted her days filled with worry that her
classmates and friends would discover her secret and know her for the
horny, obsessed little girl she was becoming.

"It's recess now," I said. "Look, all the kids are gathered around you,
Karen. Everyone's watching you play with your babycunt. And here's a
little boy who wants to give you money so he can touch you. What's your
name, little boy?" I nudged Renee; when she didn't seem to know how to
respond I whispered to her, "What's the name of her best friend that's
a boy?"

"Oh, uh...Raymond. My name's Raymond Handler."

"That's OK, isn't it? You're a good whore so you'll let Raymond touch
your legs for fifty cents, right?" I tossed some coins from my pocket
onto the truck bed near Karen's head. She flinched away from the noise
but the fifth-grader was completely lost now in the fantasy. 

"Ooooh, noooooooo. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-HUH," she half-sobbed out. I
pushed Renee forward. "Go ahead, Raymond, you can touch the whore now."
Renee laid her hands on Karen's ankles and slid them up towards her
knees and back down. I don't think the younger girl got any kind of
sexual charge out of this, she was just going along with my game of
let's pretend. For Karen, however, it was electric. Her ass started
bouncing up and down as she pushed herself up, balancing on shoulders
and heels. I could see her clit standing out, swollen and dark as her
hand moved back and forth. Her thighs and hand were wet and slick as
juice squished out around her finger, dripped off her and pooled on the
metal. "Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah!" She was seconds away from orgasm.

Near enough. Moving Renee gently aside I grabbed Karen's hand and
pulled her finger out of her cunt, then seized her ankles,
straightening and closing her legs, pulling her off the edge of the
truck bed and standing her on her feet on the narrow grass verge
between the building and the parking lot. Her eyes were glazed and her
mouth hung open. Her nipples were swollen and stiff. She staggered,
shocked and dazed at the sudden end to her self-stimulation. "OK,
Karen, it's time for you to learn one of the most important skills for
a good whore. Get on your knees and suck my cock!"

She looked up at my vaguely, swaying slightly. Her hands wandered back
to her nearly bald mound. "No, sweetie. Not now," I said kindly, "You
can play with yourself in a minute, but first you have to earn your
money. Get on your knees," I repeated. The naked eleven-year-old
focused on my voice but made no move until I gently pressed on her
shoulders. Then her legs collapsed and she folded down into a crouch.
"Sit back on your heels, now, back straight," I instructed. When I was
satisfied I stepped back and looked down at her. She looked back at me,
her blue eyes wide and shiny. Her cheeks were flushed with
embarrassment or arousal or some combination of the two which I hoped
were becoming inseparable in her mind. Her hands rested on her knees,
holding her spine arched. I parted her hair and pulled it forward over
her shoulders so I could see the smooth sweep of her back down to her
girlish, slightly flared hips and the cleft of her rounded ass. The
pads of her pretty little toes peeked out from beneath the pale cheeks.
She was beautiful.

I undid my trousers and pulled out my cock. I had cum less than half an
hour earlier but the sight of Karen kneeling nude and submissive before
me had me raging hard again. I stepped forward and the stiff organ
bobbed in front of her face. She tried to flinch back but I put a hand
to the back of her neck and held her while the dark red swollen head
slapped on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, leaving shiny wet spots
of precum.

"OK, Karen, put your hands around my penis. Both hands, like you're
praying..." I guided her to wrap her small hands, fingers interlaced,
around the base of my cock. "Now kiss the end of it. Go ahead, Karen,
kiss my penis!" She was still reluctant but I was able to let loose of
her neck as she bent forward slowly, lips puckered, to place them
against the tip of my leaking organ. I sighed as I felt the warmth of
her lips touch me ever so lightly. "Oooh, haaah, that's nice, good
job," I praised her. "How's that taste? It's not bad, is it?"

Hesitantly she licked her lips and rolled my precum around inside her
mouth. "Nnno...salty," she said, half to herself.

"Now swirl your tongue around the end, the knobby part there, like if
it was an ice-cream cone. Look at me!" I tapped her smartly on her high
forehead with my index finger. "Look up into my eyes while you suck my
cock, little whore. Now lick me!" There was no resistance left in
Karen. Obediently she extended her tongue and I pushed my hips forward.
The feeling of her laving my organ was wonderful. I looked down into
her blue eyes, watching her head move back and forth as she swirled her
hot tongue around and around my glans. Precum oozed freely from my piss
slit and she licked it up. Every so often her eyes wandered and I
tapped her on the forehead again, bringing her gaze back to mine. I
flexed my groin muscles making my penis bounce and dance in her grip.

"Ahhhhh, that's nice. Renee, come see! Watch your sister licking my
penis." The nine-year-old girl stepped forward, watching intently as
her big sister's tongue swirled around my hairy, erect organ. Renee had
seen my penis before, in fact she had seen and felt it ejaculate more
than once, but oral sex was new to her.

"Now put it in your mouth, Karen. That's it, good girl, keep your teeth
out of the way," I encouraged her. Everyone said Karen had a beautiful
smile, but as my penis slid between the child's lips I realized that it
was due in part to her mouth being rather wider than normal. She was
able to handle my girth easily. "Ohhhhh," I moaned as I felt my organ
enwrapped in her warm, moist oral cavity. "Look, everybody!" I said.
"It's still recess time and everybody's standing in a circle, watching
Karen learn to suck cock!" The young girl moaned around the organ
stuffing her mouth and a fresh blush spread across her cheeks. "That's
it, ohhh, wonderful, suck on my penis, Karen. Move it in and out, in
and out, oh God you're a good little whore. Wiggle your tongue on it,
too. Ah, yessss," I kept up a steady stream of encouragement as the
preteen gave her first blowjob. I watched her flaming cheeks hollow and
bulge as my cock pistoned slowly in and out of her mouth. The suction,
the warmth, the slick wetness, the hot ring of her lips moving up and
down the shaft had me rapidly building towards orgasm. But then my
concentration was broken by a musical chime coming from my pocket. My
cellphone was ringing.

I fished it out and looked at the display. It was Jenny calling. Seized
by a crazy impulse, I held my finger to my lips, warning both children
to silence, then answered the call. "Hi, hon, how's it going? Oh, cool,
where are you going to eat? Is that good, I've been looking for a good
Greek place...Oh yeah, the kids are fine. Renee is watching a show and
Karen, I'm just giving Karen a snack. In fact she's got her mouth full
right now." I grinned down at the little girl. She had stopped pumping,
frozen and wide-eyed with shock, as if her mother could look through
the phone lines and see her kneeling naked on the ground with her mouth
stuffed full of adult cock. "No, you go ahead. I'll cook dinner after
awhile and I can put them to bed if need be...No, it's no problem, I
promise. You have fun. 'Bye!" I clicked off. On impulse, before I put
the phone away I pointed the camera lens down and snapped a quick shot
of Karen's wide-eyed surprise with her jaws stretched wide around my
penis.

Drool was leaking out of her mouth around my organ and running down her
chin and neck. I put my hands on either side of her head and gently
started moving her mouth back and forth again. "Ohhhh, that's so good,
you're a good little cocksucker, Karen. I'm about to shoot my stuff,
gonna shoot my cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow it all." 

Karen's eyes opened wider at my words and she waggled her head from
side to side. "Nnnn-nn! Nnnn-nn!" she protested. She tried to pull back
but anticipating her I tightened my grip, tangling my fingers in her
hair, and forced her to keep the same rhythm. In moments, the
anticipation of shooting my hot cum down into the child's tummy had me
teetering on the edge again.

"Yes, sweetie, a good whore always swallows the man's stuff. It won't
taste any different, just swallow when you feel it in your mouth, earn
your money, whore, oooh, oooh, OOOOH, gonna cum, gonna cum now, here it
is take it TAKE IT TAKE IT AAAAAAAHHH!" I pulled her head down. Spiky
tingles shot through me from my toes to the top of my head; I tensed
and grunted as my balls drew up and I fired the first salvo of hot
sperm into Karen's mouth.  She gulped and I watched her throat work as
she swallowed convulsively. "UUUGH! UGH! UGH!" She kept swallowing but
couldn't keep up as my cock spat load after load into her mouth. She
choked and cum shot out her nose. The sticky fluid welled up around my
shaft and spilled from her lips, splashing back to coat her cheeks and
dangle in gooey ropes from her chin and into her long blond hair.

Finally I was spent. Still gripping Karen's head I pulled her off me;
her mouth came free with a sucking pop. I pushed her shoulders and she
tumbled over onto her back, coughing on the wet grass, her legs flying
out and up in the air. I dropped to my knees and shoved my own mouth
into her soaked baby snatch. She was drenched with cunt juice
practically from navel to knees. Her delicious spicy pubescent taste
and aroma enfolded me. I seized her battered clit between my lips and
sucked, strumming it with my tongue. Simultaneously I jammed two
fingers into her soaking vagina. It was tight, really tight, but the
copious lubrication let the digits slide into her. Karen groaned at the
penetration. I pulled them out and forced them back in. She groaned
again, louder, and then I felt her cunt clamp down even tighter, and a
fresh flood of juice covered my hand and face as her orgasm took her.
"AH! AHH! AIEE!" Her voice rose to a piercing shriek, loud enough that
I worried she might be heard in the houses backing up against the
playground, hundreds of feet away. Her legs kicked out violently and
her little fists beat against the ground as she spasmed. Her eyes were
screwed shut and her head twisted from side to side on the grass. I
held my fingers deep inside her and kept up my oral assault on her
pulsing clitoris as waves of orgasm washed over the helpless preteen.
She twitched and groaned and moaned and whimpered with gradually
decreasing volume; finally, after a good minute or two she heaved a
huge sigh and lay still.

I straightened up but didn't yet pull my fingers out of her juvenile
cunt. Karen's chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her limbs sprawled
on the wet grass. Her face was smeared with my cum and globs were
visible in the tangled fan of her long blond hair. Her midsection was
shiny and slick with cunt juice, and most parts of her naked body not
smeared with our sexual secretions were wet with sweat. As my own
breathing calmed I became aware of Renee still standing to one side.
She was tugging on her braids in some agitation, having not seen her
sister climax before let alone such a shattering example. "She's OK,
Renee, she just had a REALLY nice one."

It was closer to dusk now than twilight, and with a loud click and a
rising hum, the school's parking lot security lights snapped on. The
naked, spent, semen-smeared child at my feet was suddenly bathed in a
harsh yellow sodium glare. It was time to get out of here and head
home. I zipped back up, then helped Karen to her feet. She staggered
and her legs collapsed beneath her. I bundled her into the truck,
belting her in still naked. Renee got in after and I started the engine
and drove away. By the time we got to their house Karen was snoring
softly. She had had a very long and tiring day. I wrapped her in my
suit jacket to carry her into the house. I took her up to her room and
laid her limp, nude form on her bed. Before I wrestled her into some
pajamas I couldn't resist spreading her skinny legs and licking her
sweet cunt some more. She was so exhausted that she barely stirred,
even when I bit gently down on her abused little clitoris. With the
taste of her fresh in my mouth again I fetched a damp cloth to wipe my
drying sperm off her face and hair, then tucked her into bed. I kissed
her forehead chastely and went downstairs to get started on supper.

To be continued...

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