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Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Couch, part 5 REDONE and part 6 (Mg, Mgg, ped, mast, oral, semi-nc, reluc, cons, rom, exhib) by Rufus Fugit
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Author's note: This section contains a reworking of the material from
the original part 5 of the "Jenny's Couch" story, with a somewhat
harder edge to it. When you're writing fiction you create your
characters but once you've done so you have to be true to them. I found
that the central scene didn't ring true and made it impossible for me
to take the plot in the direction I wanted in part 6 and following. So
I had to stop, and think, and listen to what Karen was really telling
me about how she felt and how she would react to the events so far.

I feel bad for Karen. I tried to be nice to her, but it just didn't
work out. It became clear to me that she needs to be treated with a
very firm hand if she was going to reach her full potential, even
though she may find it quite unpleasant at first. Sometimes you have to
push children pretty hard to help them reach the goals you know they
can.

As always, your feedback and suggestions are welcomed.

******

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 5 REDONE (Mg, ped, mast, semi-nc, reluc, cons,
humil, exhib) by Rufus Fugit

Jenny needed a favor. She was taking a continuing ed class for a new
certification. It was a special session at the community college for
working people and the schedule was intense: four and a half hours
every weekday evening for four weeks. That meant she wouldn't get home
until after ten p.m., and since Rob worked second shift he typically
got home even later. They felt that Karen and Renee were too young to
be alone in the house for that long every night. The problem was, their
regular babysitter had graduated and gone off to college. They had a
new girl, a middle-schooler, but Jenny and the girl's parents agreed
she wasn't yet ready to spend every evening for a month babysitting,
especially with the new school year just underway.

So Jenny had asked me if I knew any young people who were both mature
enough and interested in giving up every weeknight for a month to
babysit a nine- and eleven-year-old. In fact, I did - my friend and
former-midlife-crisis-lust-object, Moira. She was now nineteen or
twenty, but I had met her when she was thirteen and her entire family
joined the gym where I was training. We still kept in touch and I had a
feeling she would really enjoy getting to know Karen, but for now I had
other plans. So instead I offered myself as a babysitter. I was working
a short-term job in town, I explained, and driving two hours each way
from my house was exhausting while a hotel room was expensive and
uncomfortable. Jenny was happy to accept. The kids liked me and I was
trustworthy as far as she knew. So it was that on a Sunday evening I
was making up their monster of a sectional couch into the guest bed I
would be using for the next month.

Over dinner, Jenny and I discussed the routine for the coming month
with the girls. I told them I had arranged my work schedule so I would
be done early most days and I'd get there at about the same time they
got home from school, maybe a little sooner. They'd be expected to
behave, to do their homework before playing or watching tv just like
they did when they got home to an empty house, and so on. Renee was
excited to learn that I'd be their houseguest for a whole month. She
kicked her short legs underneath the table while she ate, wriggled in
her chair and tossed her thick brown braids from side to side - a
little ball of energy. She chattered away to me, enough that Jenny had
to caution her twice about talking with her mouth full.

Karen, on the other hand, sat mostly silent, staring at her plate and
poking listlessly at her food with her fork. Her long blond hair fell
forward to hide her oval face but occasionally I caught her shooting
worried glances at me from beneath her lowered brow. I winked and
smiled at her, imagining the delectable preteen charms concealed by her
tshirt and shorts. It was hard to tell the way she was sitting hunched
over but I thought her lovely nipples were swelling further, on the
verge of becoming actual titties. And now I would have a whole month to
play with them.

As we finished the meal I offered to help the girls with their chore of
clearing the table while Jenny cleared off the stove and put up the
leftovers. We made short work of it; as Karen and I loaded the last
plates into the dishwasher our heads were almost touching and I took
the opportunity to whisper just one word in her ear: "whore". Her thin
shoulders stiffened and for the first time that evening she looked
right at me. I saw shame and a little panic in her wide blue eyes. Her
mother's back was turned to us and I quickly reached out and, smiling
right into her shocked face, squeezed one of her plump little ass
cheeks. The young girl stifled an involuntary squeak and fled the room.

Later, after the girls were in bed and Rob had gotten home we sat
around the couch, drinks in hand, discussing the children. "I guess
it's just the puberty express approaching," Jenny sighed ruefully, "but
Karen's gotten so moody lately. She hardly ever smiles, spends hours
locked in her room - and she's gotten downright obsessive about
cleanliness. Renee's always complaining she's hogging the bathroom. For
some reason she's especially worried about her teeth. Don't get me
wrong, I'm thrilled that I don't have to force her to get in the
shower, but I can hear that stupid electric toothbrush going for
fifteen minutes some nights." I smiled inwardly, knowing that it wasn't
her teeth the fifth-grader was obsessed with.

The next morning I was up and out of the house well before anyone else
so that I could put in my eight hours and be done in time to meet the
children after school. The timing worked out perfectly; they were just
walking up the block as I pulled into the driveway. I got out of the
car and watched them approach. They were both bent forward under the
weight of absurdly-filled backpacks. I didn't remember ever having to
tote that much crap around when I was in elementary school. Renee was
wearing a white polo shirt, beige skorts, and sneakers. Her brown hair
was in the customary two braids. Today her older sister had on a pink
sleeveless blouse that bared her lovely thin, tanned shoulders and a
short pleated skirt in a matching color. Her coltish legs were bare
down to some dressy white sandals. Her waist-length blond hair was
pulled back into a ponytail high on the back of her head and swung
sexily from side to side as she walked. When Renee saw me she grabbed
her heavy backpack's shoulder straps and lurched into an awkward run,
calling my name. Karen, though, stopped dead on the sidewalk. After a
moment she visibly forced herself to start moving again, trudging on as
if to her execution. I never wanted the little girl to be quite so
fearful of me. As the children approached I was mentally revising my
plan for the afternoon.

A couple of weeks had passed since the wedding that had been Karen's
last big day with me. She had learned a lot about herself that day.
She'd spent a good part of the afternoon naked in public - first forced
to sprint across the mall parking lot in a downpour, then masturbating
me to orgasm in my truck, and then finally learning how to give a
killer blowjob in her elementary school parking lot. It was only after
she swallowed my cum that I allowed her release, jamming two fingers up
her juvenile cunny and wringing what had looked like a soul-shaking
orgasm from her developing body. Exhausted after that, she had fallen
asleep and I'd been unable to rouse her even with vigorous cunnilingus.
That afternoon she became a preteen whore, or at least so I had
convinced her. I had taken her nascent sexuality and her childish,
church-inspired guilt over it and turned it into an obsessive,
all-encompassing ache in her body and her heart and her cunt; now I had
a month to solidify that as part of her self-image. But while I had
used that guilt and shame to get through her defenses and into her cute
little panties, I certainly didn't want them to completely ruin her
life, if for no other reason than if her upset became too obvious it
might lead to a heart-to-heart with Jenny or Rob or a counselor. I
wanted her to become my slut, but I needed her to be at least a
willing, if not necessarily a happy slut.

Renee threw her arms around my waist in an enthusiastic hug, her round
face beaming up at me. "Hi, sweetie! Did you have a good day at
school?"

"Uh huh! We learned about frogs and how they grow from tadpoles in
swamps!" She launched into a nine-year-old's stream-of-consciousness
report of her day, chattering on so that I almost missed it when she
said, "...and I saw Karen masturbating at recess..."

"Whoa, there!" I stopped her. Karen was just turning up the walk. I
lowered my voice so the older girl wouldn't hear. "You saw your sister
playing with her cunny outside? Did anyone else see?"

"Nuh-uh, she hid," Renee replied brightly. "She was sitting on the
grass, you know, where she sucked on your thingy and you squirted in
her mouth? There were cars parked there so no one could see, and she
was leaning against the wall under the windows, and she had her skirt
up, and her hand was inside her panties, and her eyes were closed and
she was making funny little noises, and then she kinda shivered all
over and she took her hand out and wiped it on the grass."

"And where were you while all this was going on? You were spying on her
a little, weren't you?"

"Well...kinda," the child admitted. "But she's been all weird and sad
lately. I haveta make sure she's OK. I wish she wasn't sad like that."

I hugged Renee hard. "You're such a good girl to care about your sister
like that. I know why she's acting sad, and I'll explain later, OK? And
I think I know how to make her happy again." Karen had finally reached
the porch. "But let's go inside now and have a snack, and then we can
get your homework done. I want to be able to tell your mom that we got
right to work and finished it quick!" And with that I turned and
shepherded the two little girls into the dimness and cool of their
home. I locked the front door behind us.

I gave the girls some grapes and a couple of cookies for a snack; they
ate mostly in silence. Then I shooed them upstairs to change out of
their school clothes, but I walked right behind Karen into her room and
shut the door behind me. In contrast to her little sister's bedroom,
her space was almost painfully neat. The wooden-framed daybed was made,
the pillows and her favorite stuffed animals ranked just so. The floor
was clear, her drawers of her bureau closed, her desktop clean. Even
her bulletin board was carefully arranged, all the photos and evenly
spaced and symmetrical.

Karen was staring up at me in confusion and not a little dread. She
feared that I had followed her into her room to molest her yet again,
but more than that that she feared her own response to the repeated
sexual abuse - she feared her own body and the extreme, uncontrollable
pleasure it felt. "I have to change," she said dully.

"Yes, go ahead," I replied neutrally. "I just want to talk to you while
you dress." As she still hesitated, I repeated, "Go ahead. It's not
like I haven't seen everything already." Sighing, or perhaps sniffling
a little, the fifth-grader gave in. Turning her back to me, she
unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She was
wearing a little girl's sleeveless undershirt beneath made of ribbed
white cotton with lace edging at the wide armholes and neckline.
Without removing her sandals she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of
it. Her panties were white with a pattern of little cartoon
pink-and-yellow butterflies. I watched without comment as she bent to
pick up the discarded garments. Her panties rode up beyond her tan
line, showing off her creamy white buttocks, just beginning to flare
into a womanly shape, while the knobs of her spine emphasized the
childish lines of her back beneath her undershirt. She stepped around
me, as far away from me as she could in the small room to deposit the
skirt and blouse in her hamper.

As she turned to the bureau, I sat down on her bed and said her name.
"Come sit down with me, Karen. I want to talk to you."

"I have to change," she repeated.

"In a minute. This is important." Shoulders slumped in defeat, she sat
down on the very edge of the far end of the mattress. "No, come here,"
I said, patting my stomach. I reached out and took her by the shoulders
and half-guided, half-dragged her until she was leaning back against my
chest, her butt pressed against my crotch as I leaned back on her
pillows. Of course my cock started to swell from the warm pressure of
her preteen ass, and of course she felt it. I stroked a hand gently
down her chest, dragging each finger individually across her left
nipple where it poked out the thin undershirt. Karen gasped and
squirmed her torso at the intimate touch, but her face didn't show any
pleasure. Her expression was of pure misery.

"Karen, what's the matter?" I asked. Even though I knew full well what
the matter was, I needed for Karen to tell me in her own words to have
something to work with. "What is it?" I repeated when she just shook
her head. I bent to speak softly directly into her ear. Her fine blond
hair tickled my nose and the scent of her baby shampoo and soap aroused
me further. "I can tell you're not happy. Even your sister can tell.
Renee's worried about you, and so am I. Please, can't you tell me
what's wrong?" As I spoke I continued rubbing my hand slowly across her
undershirt, gently stroking and pinching her cherry-sized nipples,
pressing my palm against the little pads of fat I could feel puffing
out around them, the beginnings of what would be beautiful breasts. Her
bony shoulder blades poked into my chest as she twisted her thin torso
in my grip. Her gasps got louder with each tweak of my fingers until
suddenly she burst into tears. I had to hold her tightly as she tried
to double over away from me. Taking a deep breath, she wailed "I don't
WANT to be a whore!" and broke anew into wild sobbing, burying her face
in her hands.

I let her cry herself out. I held her, rocking back and forth, stroking
her high forehead, murmuring little nonsense sounds of comfort into her
ear. I also continued caressing her immature breasts; even while
sobbing she made little gasps and twitches as her puffy nipples
stiffened under my fingers. When her sobs had diminished to sniffles I
spoke. "You like having money to spend, don't you?" Cheek-to-cheek with
my chin over her thin shoulder, I felt her nod. "And I know you like
feeling sexy -" I wiggled her right nipple and was rewarded with a
little "oh!" of pleasure "- so what's the matter? If you're a whore you
get to do lots of fun sexy things, and people pay you money for it. Why
wouldn't you want to do that?"

"But bad things happen to whores! I saw on tv. They get arrested, and
they go to jail, and they get beat up, and they get on drugs, and they
die! I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up. I don't want to go to
jail! I don't want...oh, stop, stop!" Karen twisted in my grasp, trying
to escape my fondling, trying to escape her arousal, trying to escape
the unhappy future her childish imagination had concocted for her.

"No, I won't stop," I said as I twisted her nipples harder through the
thin undershirt. She groaned, now in pleasure not unmixed with pain. "I
won't stop, and you don't want me to. You don't want me to because
you're a whore, and no matter what your mouth tells me, your body knows
it. If you weren't a whore, you wouldn't be enjoying this right now."

"I'm NOT enjoying it! Stop, please! PLEASE! OW!" Karen was struggling
in earnest now to get away from my increasingly firm mauling of her
sensitive titties. She twisted and kicked out her thin legs, but I had
a firm hold of her with my arm across her stomach and she couldn't
break it. I was now pulling hard on each nipple in turn, pinching it
tightly between thumb and fingers through her thin cotton undershirt,
stretching it out away from her chest as far as it would go and
twisting it around before letting it snap back. Little whines and
grunts of pain forced themselves out of the preteen's throat and tears
were beginning to leak from her eyes again. The bucking of her warm,
firm ass against my crotch brought my cock to full mast inside my
cotton trousers and I rotated my hips against her.

"You are enjoying it, you whore!" I made my voice sound rough and
angry. "You're enjoying it so much that your babycunt's all hot and wet
right now. Isn't it?" Karen shook her head wildly. "Don't lie to me!" I
shouted and pinched her right nipple really hard, digging in with my
thumbnail.

"OW! NO! NOOOOO!" she screamed back, now desperately trying to get
away.

"LIAR!" I twisted her nipple as hard as I could and shoved my other
hand into her panties. Sure enough, the fifth-grader was lubricating.
Of course it was a result of my earlier, gentler ministrations and not
from the frank abuse I was now subjecting her to, but that didn't
matter. I rubbed my middle finger between her slippery, smooth labia
once, twice, three times to get it thoroughly coated with her baby
honey, then without further preamble curled the finger and jammed it up
her nearly-virgin channel. A scream cut off in her throat at the shock
of the sudden penetration. Her body went rigid, her legs shot out
straight, even her delicate, pink-painted toenails strained against the
soles of her sandals.

I abandoned her tortured little titties and clamped that arm around her
chest, pressing her  slim body to me. I partially withdrew and then
pushed my finger back into her once, twice, a third time. I ground my
palm against her erect clitoris, feeling it slip back and forth as her
cunt cream squished out and coated her crotch. With each thrust Karen
made a strangled gasp in my ear. I could feel the hot breath gust out
of her. Cords in her neck stood out as she threw her head back, her
face was beet-red and tracked with tears, her eyes screwed closed.

With my finger still embedded in the little girl, I eased off a little
bit. My hand still curled over her nearly bald mons, more lightly
rubbing at the stiff little nubbin beneath. She sagged against me,
sucking in a deep breath and letting it out in a ragged half-sob. I
felt her groin muscles clenching and releasing against my invading
finger as little shocks of pleasure radiated through her body. 
"There," I said, speaking gently now, planting little kisses on her wet
cheek as I spoke, "Why would you lie to me? Isn't that better? You need
this, honey. If you didn't need it, you wouldn't be sitting outside at
recess doing it to yourself." I felt her body tense again. "You're
lucky your little sister loves you, and you're lucky only she saw you.
If you need it so bad you can't even wait until you get home from
school, if you're willing to risk everyone at school seeing you play
with that babycunt - you're a whore. Aren't you? Aren't you?" I
insisted, wiggling my finger in her tight preteen cunt for emphasis.

Karen broke down crying again, quietly this time. "Yes," she sobbed
out. "I can't help it. Oh, I can't. I'm going to die. I'm going to die,
I'm never going to grow up, never..."

I sat up, rocking the crying child's thin body gently. As her weight
shifted forward, pressing her mound against my palm, my finger was
driven deeper inside her. Karen groaned and without even realizing what
she was doing rotated her slim hips around the invading digit. I
stroked her forehead and smoothed back her damp golden hair as I spoke.
"Shh, Karen, it's all right. I love you, shh. Karen, it's not like
that. Calm down. In the first place, that's just tv. It's not real,
it's just stories. In the second place, the women in those stories are
poor, they come from terrible families, and they're having sex just to
survive. Look at you. Look at your lovely home, your room, all the nice
stuff you have. You're never going to have to suck a penis just to have
money to eat. Never. Besides, women like that aren't whores the same
way you're a whore. It's a whole different thing."

I had Karen's attention now. Tears still leaked from her eyes but her
breathing was under control except for little hitches and gasps as her
clitty ground against my palm. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

"You're a whore the same way I'm a musician. You know I like playing
the flute, right? I get together with friends and we jam, and
occasionally I sit in with a band at a club and make a few bucks. I
love playing music. I'm a musician. It's really important to me. But I
don't do it for a living. It's too hard a life, and I kinda think that
would suck all the fun out of it. But that doesn't make me not a
musician. If I couldn't play the flute any more, I'd miss doing it
terribly. It's not my job, it's part of who I am.

"That's the same way you're a whore, see? Those women on tv are whores
because they're desperate, they need money, they don't have any other
choices. They don't love it the way you do. You love sex, you NEED it,
you can't be without it, you're really good at it..."

"Really?" Karen turned her head to look at me. Her blue eyes were wide.
"You think I'm good at it?" With that interruption, I knew I had her.
Once again, her hunger for adult approval overrode her confusion and
fear. 

"Oh, gosh, yes, sweetie. When you sucked on my thingy that was one of
the best orgasms I ever had. I LOVED it when you swallowed my squirt!
And you had a great orgasm too, didn't you? Didn't you?" The
fifth-grader colored slightly as she remembered kneeling naked in the
damp grass, her mouth flooded with my hot jizm, and then writhing on
her back, overwhelmed by pleasure with my tongue lapping at her clit
and two fingers shoved into her bare, drooling cunt. But she nodded.

"As good as you are at sex," I continued, "if you become a professional
whore when you grow up, you'll be rich! You'll live in a huge apartment
somewhere on top of a skyscraper! And the police won't dare to arrest
you, because you'll be having sex with the police chief! Or the mayor,
or the governor, or even the President!" 

I was getting a little carried away, and Karen giggled. "But you always
say the President is an asshole."

"There'll be a different President by then - and watch your mouth,
young lady."

"You should watch yours," she shot back. "You're the one that says
'asshole'."

"I guess I should. But he IS an asshole." And we laughed together. With
the plasticity of youth Karen's mood had turned around. "But whoring
doesn't have to be your job. You can be a veterinarian, you can do
anything you want when you grow up. But you'll always be a whore, too.
You can't ignore it. Your babycunt won't let you." I leaned back,
pulling Karen with me so we were again reclining together. I slid my
hand up under her shirt, touching her bare nipples for the first time.
She arched her back and made a little groan of pleasure as I tugged,
gently now, at the rubbery flesh. "Do you understand now, Karen?"

"Yesssss...." she sighed into my ear.

It was hard for me to believe that just a few weeks ago Karen had been
as innocent and ignorant of sex as any child her age, making her first
tentative forays into pleasuring herself. If she hadn't accidentally
seen me ejaculate onto her naked little sister, she probably still
would be. I'd overcome her great reluctance to involve her in our sex
play, only to make it a shared secret she'd be ashamed to tell. But I
had discovered an unsuspected depth of sexuality in the preteen. Once I
forced her to orgasm with my fingers and the help of Winnie the Pooh,
she had become an insatiable, compulsive masturbator. Sex play with an
adult man seemed not just normal but inevitable to her; and now I had
convinced her that prostitution was her calling and her fate. "I don't
want you to be sad. I want you to be my beautiful little whore. Please
be my whore, Karen." There was something irresistibly perverse about
using that word to and about the cute, innocent-looking
eleven-year-old. Each time I said it my penis swelled at the thought of
her accepting the word, accepting the idea into her most private self
the way she accepted my spurting cock into her mouth, my fingers into
her cunt and asshole.

As I spoke I was kissing her cheek and her exposed neck. She tipped her
head back as I raised her undershirt to bare her tiny breasts to the
air. My tool was throbbing where her warm skin pressed against my
pants. I rotated my finger slightly inside her cunt, feeling her skinny
hips push up against it. "Oooooooh," the fifth-grader moaned at my
touch, writhing back into my embrace.  Then I again shoved the invading
digit deep into her. "AaaaaAAGH!" she cried, her body stiffening with
pleasure as she felt herself violated yet again. But now she was
welcoming the violation instead of fighting it. Her legs drew up and
open involuntarily, urging my finger deeper into her.

I pumped my curled finger slowly in and out of the tightness and slick
heat of Karen's pubescent channel, pressing my palm against her
clitoris that swelled and heated beneath it. Cunt cream squished out
around my finger and coated my hand and her entire vulva, soaking
through her panties. Her legs twitched and danced around between mine,
her delicate toes curling and pressing against the soles of her
sandals. 

"Oh!...Ah!...AHH!...Ooooh!" She moaned and gasped in her high, girlish
voice as I finger-fucked her more rapidly. I held her hot, near-naked
body tightly and reveled in the feeling as she moaned and squirmed
against me. Her head rolled from side to side where it lay against my
shoulder. She reached her arms up and over our heads, pushing her
swollen peaks up as she arched her back further. I gazed down at her
heaving titties, noting the flush spreading across her upper chest and
the knobs of her prominent hipbones moving as she twisted her pelvis
from side to side against my wrist where it disappeared into her
panties, now wet with her baby honey. Her vocalizations became more
insistent as her arousal built rapidly to a peak. "AaaAH! AaaAH!
AaaaAAIEE!" When I felt her cunt squeeze hard on my finger I mashed my
palm against her swollen clitoris and was rewarded with the feeling of
the eleven-year-old's body trembling violently against me. "Ah-HAH!
Ah-HAH! Ah-HAH!" Her legs shot out with each gasping moan as she
spasmed.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Slowly Karen's body relaxed against my adult form. She
caught her breath as I slid my finger easily out of her vagina. Her
oversized clitoris stood out proud inside her now-soaking panties and I
rubbed it gently between my thumb and forefinger, making her stretch
against me and murmur with pleasure. With my other hand I went back to
stroking her sweaty forehead. The flowery scent of her baby shampoo
competed with the strong, slightly pungent smell of her cunt juice to
fill the small room. My cock ached for release, pressed against her
back, but I could wait.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" I asked. Eyes closed, full red lips parted,
Karen nodded. "Do you feel better now?" She nodded again. "I'm glad.
Let's get downstairs now and get your homework done, OK?" I helped her
sit up on the edge of the bed and moved to kneel before her. "Oh, your
panties are all soaked. Let's get them off." I slid the wet fabric
under her butt and down and off her slim legs, then used them to wipe
away the creamy secretions that still oozed from her vagina and clung
to her inner lips. Then as she watched, I took out my wallet and
extracted three dollar bills and set them on the bed next to her.
"That's for you, sweetie. You just earned it."

The child was still dazed from the aftermath of her emotional upset and
her orgasm. Her eyes were a little puffy and red from crying. She
looked around the room vaguely. "...I have to change," she repeated for
the third time.

"No, you know what?" I said briskly. "I think you should just stay
naked. You look so pretty, I love looking at your body, and if you're
going to be a good whore you should get used to being naked as much as
possible." As I spoke I grabbed her undershirt, already bunched up over
her nipples, and lifted it up and over her head and off.

Karen didn't resist; she automatically raised her arms as I removed her
only remaining garment. "But...what about Renee...?" she asked
uncertainly.

"Oh, she'll understand. She knows you're a whore now." Karen blushed.
Being naked in front of an adult, even being masturbated to orgasm no
longer seemed to embarrass her but at the thought of others knowing of
her secret urges, her sense of propriety reasserted itself. "I think
we'll make that the rule while I'm here, that after school you'll
change into your birthday suit."

"Naked? All the time? I don't want..."

"You have to," I cut her off. "If you're going to be a whore, you have
to be comfortable wearing nothing but a smile. C'mon, it's not like you
have to go play in the park or go to school that way. It's just
practice, here at home."

"When I go outside to play...?"

"Well of course you'll get dressed then, silly! You don't want everyone
to know you're a whore, do you?" She shook her head emphatically, her
ponytail flying from side to side. "It's your private business," I
continued. "For now it's just between you and me and Renee. You don't
want your friends, or your teachers, or the people at church, or even
Mommy and Daddy to know. They'd all say you were too little to be a
whore. They wouldn't know how sexy and mature you are already." The
naked child warmed to my praise, but I could tell she was still
conflicted - about keeping secrets, about whether her secret was a
source of pride or shame or both. That confusion worked to my
advantage; in her uncertainty her natural tendency was to look to
adults for guidance, but I was now the only adult she could talk to
about this. As long as I could keep her emotionally isolated like that
I expected no further problems.

I took Karen's hand and we stood together. I made sure she saw me
adjust my boner. "There's just one more thing. You remember how you hit
your sister in my truck? When she teased you? You still have to be
punished for that." Karen's eyes widened in fear at the mention of
punishment. "Oh, don't worry, sweetie, it'll be OK. What you did was
bad and you need to be punished, but it won't be hard. It won't hurt
and it's something you need to learn anyway." I explained to Karen what
I had in mind as she walked hand-in-hand downstairs with me, naked
except for her sandals. In my other hand I still held her soaked
panties, redolent with her preteen scent. I lifted them to my nose and
inhaled deeply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh huh," she whispered back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

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