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Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Couch, part 7 (Mg, Mgg, gg, ped, inc, 1st, oral, cons, reluc/forced, blasphemy, mindfucking) by Rufus Fugit
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Date: Thu, 07 Sep 2006 01:10:01 -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.

And now, the moment you've all (all three or four of you) been waiting
for - Karen's deflowering. Enjoy. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Renee," Karen said obediently.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

"Not really, not right now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what do whores do?"

"...they fuck?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

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