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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.

   This and other stories available at
/files/Authors/rufusfugit.

   Jenny's Couch, part 11 (Mgg, ped, oral, anal, reluc, cons, mild s/m,
hangover) by Rufus Fugit

   I awoke before dawn, which was normal for me.  A piss hardon felt hot
and insistent between my legs, which was also normal.  I was naked on top
of the covers, which wasn't - normally I would be snuggled in my pjs
underneath the duvet, but I had turned the heat up a bit before retiring.
And of course, I was lying between two naked children which was definitely
not normal, however fervently I wished it were.

   Renee was curled on her side facing me.  She was sucking her thumb in
her sleep and had the other hand pushed down between her bare thighs.  I
levered myself over the nine-year-old's compact form and padded to the
bathroom, where for a couple of minutes I resolutely did not think about
the events of the previous evening until my penis deflated enough to
urinate.  I washed my hands and dabbed a bit of toothpaste on my tongue to
kill the sourness of my morning breath.  Back in the bedroom, I stood at
the foot of my bed admiring the sleeping children in the dim orange
illumination of the nightlight.  As my eyes hungrily traced their nude
bodies, their innocent faces relaxed in sleep, their clean, silky limbs,
their tiny nipples and smooth, hairless cunnies, I felt my organ pulse and
reinflate between my legs.

   Karen was sprawled on her back with her pale, skinny arms and legs
splayed out and one foot hanging off the bed.  The eleven-year-old's
waist-length blond hair spread across the pillows around her.  I had made
her sleep on a towel because even after a shower and a soak, her stretched
cunt had still been oozing sperm from the evening's gangbang.  She had
stopped leaking while she slept but there was a heavy crust of dried semen
on the terrycloth rucked up between her legs.  We had scrubbed off most of
her body paint except for around her vulva.  Her painted labia and clit had
been too sore for that treatment so they were still a mottled dark brown.
That made a nice contrast since even in the dim light I could see a flash
of moist pink where her slit had not completely closed up.  Her nipples
were still slightly swollen from the previous night's abuse; I watched them
rise and fall as she snored softly.  Twenty-seven twenty-dollar bills
stacked neatly on the kitchen table between piles of candy testified to the
reason for her exhaustion.

   On the other side of the bed, Renee stirred.  She opened her hazel eyes,
taking in my hairy adult body and growing erection without expression.  She
stretched, reaching her arms up over her head and and pointing her pretty
little toes.  Even fully extended, the small third-grader touched neither
the headboard nor footboard of my bed.  She pressed her legs together and
her chubby cuntlips pooched out at the juncture of her thighs.  I had
brushed out her braids before bed; her wavy, butt-length brown hair shone
where it spread across the duvet.  It framed her round cheeks, her delicate
neck, the olive skin of her bare shoulders.  Her dime-sized nipples looked
so sexy riding the mounds of puppy fat that would one day become breasts.
My cock throbbed gently, bouncing higher with each heartbeat, as I gazed
down at her smooth, naked body.

   I crawled back over the child and lay down facing her, turning my back
to her older sister and snuggling my adult form against her small, hairless
body.  My cock rubbed gently against her thigh.  Raising myself on one
elbow, I stoked my other hand down the length of her, glorying in the feel
of her smooth, warm skin.  I gently massaged her nipples.  I traced the
bottom of her ribcage; her belly hollowed as she inhaled deeply.  I passed
my fingertips over the knob of her hipbone, down as far as I could reach to
her knees, then dragged them slowly up until my fingers found her bald
vulva.  I pressed my hand lightly against the pale, warm, rubbery flesh. 
Renee had become so completely accustomed to our sex play that her only
reaction was to open her legs slightly and sigh in pleasure as I gently
pressed my middle finger into her slit and rubbed up and down.  I could
feel the heat of her immature core, and a little wetness began to slick my
fingertip.

   I leaned down to kiss along her hairline, her forehead, cheeks, and
nose. She smelled of baby shampoo, of bubblegum and chocolate.  As I
inhaled deeply precum began to dribble out of my cock and the head slid
over the warm skin of her thigh.  Her lashes tickled as they fluttered
against my lips.  Her changeable eyes looked almost brown in the dim light.
I gazed lovingly into them as my lips sought hers, and soft smacking sounds
filled the room as we gently kissed in the dim predawn.  My mouth was so
much larger than hers that I held my lips almost closed to avoid slobbering
all over her chin.  "I love you, Renee," I breathed into her small mouth.
Her only response was a soft hum deep in her throat, and an arch to her
back as I gently rubbed my finger up the underside of her baby clitoris. 
Her small, pointed tongue darted out to touch my lips and I stuck mine out
to meet it.  The third-grader was a quick and enthusiastic study.  It was
thrilling to know I had helped her become as skilled at French kissing as
women four times her age.

   I stroked my fingers up and down over Renee's firm labia and her
prominent, pudgy little mound.  Her baby clit was swelling and poking out
of the keyhole-shaped opening at the top of her bald slit and she wriggled
her hips and giggled as I gently pressed my thumb down on it.  I nudged my
finger between her lips, feeling the pleasant pressure of the hot, firm
girl flesh.  I slowly pistoned in and out, no further than the first joint.
Meanwhile, I kissed my way down the child's chin, her neck, and her flat
chest to her nipples.  I gave each one a lick, a suck, and a gentle nibble
in turn, trailing my tongue back and forth on the smooth skin between them,
tasting her clean flavor: soap, sweet child sweat, and Renee's own unique
essence.

   I gasped as her fingers groped for and brushed over the tip of my penis.
I was so much taller that she could just barely reach it.  She squeezed the
slick flesh with her fingertips, tugging gently until it popped free and
slapped against my hairy belly, then grabbing at it again.  It was my turn
to hum pleasure into the child's skin, and I pushed my finger faster in and
out between her slick, tight, hairless lips.  I pressed a little deeper
with each stroke until finally I felt the elastic resistance of her hymen.
She twitched and made a startled grunt as I pressed against it.  I backed
off and instead swept up and down the length of her slit.  I rested my head
on her chest for a few moments, panting at the glorious feel of the child's
fingers twisting around the head of my prick.  "That feels so good, Renee,"
I whispered.

   "Mmmm," she replied.  "I feel good, too.  My button's getting tingly. 
Will you kiss me down there?  Will you kiss my cunt?" I was teaching Renee
to speak frankly about her body when we played together.  It was a great
turn-on for me to hear the dirty words and the frank desire in her soft,
high-pitched voice.  And I didn't miss this opportunity for positive
reinforcement by granting her request.  I licked my way down onto her
belly. Her hand slipped off my tool as it moved out of her reach.  I buried
my face in her belly, blowing raspberries into her winking innie again and
again.  She giggled and shrieked with laughter while her legs bicycled in
the air.  I covered her vulva with my hand as her thighs spread wide and
gently rubbed in a circle, spreading her preteen juices all over her labia
and her hairless mound.  Her laughter trailed off into sighs and coos of
pleasure as I painted my tongue further down until I tasted her sweetness.
I licked and slurped at her mound, around and down each firm lip in turn. I
sucked the elastic flesh gently into my mouth and pulled, opening her tight
slit slightly to reveal her undeveloped inner lips and the pale pink
crescent of her hymen.

   Renee drew her legs up, putting her heels together on the bed and
letting her thighs splay wide open.  I licked up the length of her slit,
nibbling gently on the little nub at the top.  The taste and smell of the
preteen filled my senses, the sourness of her sweat, the very slight tang
of urine, and the sweet, piquant flavor of her prepubescent sex juices.  I
pushed my nose between her labia and snuffled deeply as the nine-year-old
wriggled her hips and sighed and gasped.  I stroked my hand down her leg,
across her knobby knee and her plump calf until I grasped the arch of her
foot.  I massaged it gently, gently squeezing each little toe.  She giggled
as I hit a ticklish spot.

   Awkwardly I pivoted my body around the fulcrum of my tongue pressed into
the preteen's weeping slit, moving until my knees were next to her head. 
We were too close to the head of the bed for my to stretch out, though. 
Still without taking my mouth off of her delectable cunt, I put my hands
around her waist and pulled gently.  Her butt slid down until it almost
touched her heels, and with my help she inchwormed towards the foot of the
bed until there was room for me to lie down without banging my knees
against the headboard.  Lying on my side, my rampant cock waved in the air
and bumped against Renee's forehead, leaving little shiny dollops of precum
on her skin.  She reached up and cupped the slimy head in her palm, then
slid it down the length of the shaft to cup my hairy scrotum.  She squeezed
gently, then not so gently.  "Easy!" I said, lifting my head from between
her spread thighs.  "Be gentle with those, Renee, they're sensitive." In
response the child wrapped her small hand awkwardly around my pulsing
shaft. She began wiggling it slowly from side to side, just barely jacking
at it.  "Ahhh," I breathed out, lowering my mouth back to her hot, moist
preteen vagina.  She tightened her thighs around me as I rubbed my mustache
and beard against her sensitive skin, wetting the facial hair with her
sweat and the light dribbles of clear fluid leaking out of her.

   I was overwhelmed with love and lust for the naked third-grader.  I
rolled over onto my back, pulling her with me.  I wrapped my hands around
her thighs and raised my head to mash her delicate bald cunt against my
face.  I eagerly licked and sucked at her weeping slit, spread her thighs
wide and folded her legs up on either side of my head so that I could
stroke and touch her all over.  I rubbed my hands over her back and sides,
tickling her armpits.  I loved her weight and warmth pressing against the
length of my torso, the feel of her shifting against me as I gently
gathered her long hair together in one hand and stroked it down over her
naked back.  She began to wriggle and buck, waving her bare feet in the
air. "Ah...ah...ah," she gasped, her voice getting higher as my continuing
oral assault drove her closer to her immature peak.  I could feel the hot
puffs of her breath on my penis.  I craned my neck so I could reach her
baby clit peeking out of the bottom of her slit, and sucked it between my
lips, trilling my tongue against it.  My nose nudged between her firm,
fleshy butt cheeks, coloring the scent of her arousal with the more bitter
tang of her anal rosebud.  Her gasps turned to short, sharp moans that
rapidly climbed in pitch, climaxing with a loud "EEE!" as her back arched
and her toes curled.  Her arms stiffened, pressing against the sheets and
raising her head and upper chest off my belly and abdomen.  Her body
trembled against mine as I was rewarded with a fresh flow of her delicious
baby honey.  I slurped at it eagerly as she twisted and pushed her vulva
against my lips.  I licked and nibbled aggressively until her moans took on
a tinge of discomfort as she tried to twist her oversensitive cunny away
from my mouth rather than against it.

   I dropped my head onto the mattress, inhaling deeply and running my
hands rapidly and lightly over her hot, sweaty body as it rose and fell
with my breath.  "Whoooo!" I blew out, "I love your cunt, Renee, it's so
sweet and tasty." Using the dirty adult language to the children still
carried a great erotic charge for me.  "That was a nice one, wasn't it?"

   "Uh HUH!" Renee panted.  Taking my cue, she answered, "My cunt got so
hot, I had a great orgasm.  I'm tingly all over now.  I like it when you
suck on me, it's better than when I use my fingers."

   "It's always better when someone else helps," I agreed.  I blew gently
on the third-grader's spread vagina, making her wriggle against me.  "Will
you do me now?  Will you put my thingy in your mouth?  Please?"

   "It's called a Ôcock', not a thingy," the child corrected me.  Where had
she learned that?  I had an idea, but I wasn't of a mind to worry about it
just now because without further comment Renee pulled herself forward and
painted her tongue down the length of my
whatever-you-want-to-call-it-god-DAMN-it-felt-incredible.

   "Ahhh, that's nice," I sighed as the child slobbered up and down my
shaft.  She planted her elbows on the bed and wrapped both hands around the
organ, lifting it and pointing it at her mouth.  Opening wide, she engulfed
the head and sealed her lips around the ridge.  I sighed again at the
wonderful warmth and heat and the feeling of her tongue swirling around my
pisshole.  Her long hair tickled my thighs as she twisted her head from
side to side.  Drool leaked out between her lips and lubricated the shaft
as she slid her fingers up and down, jacking me gently.  Next to us, her
older sister continued to snore softly, sleeping soundly despite the loud
slurping and sucking noises right next to her head.

   I closed my eyes in bliss, giving myself to the heavenly sensations of
the nine-year-old fellating me.  I let one hand rest gently on her back,
caressing her lightly and playing with her long hair.  With my other hand I
pressed a finger gently into her slippery slit and wiggled it up and down.
She twisted and made a soft moan of discomfort when I stroked over her
swollen little clitoris - still too sensitive, I supposed - so I mostly
confined myself to rubbing alongside it and playing with her hairless lips,
although I teased her by repeatedly working closer to the engorged button
and backing off.  Each time her muffled sounds of discomfort got more
insistent and she began trying to lift her crotch away from my touch.  But
I wouldn't stop - the delicious feel of the vibration as she vocalized
brought me closer and closer to my own climax, but it was clear that her
arousal was becoming almost painful to her.  Juice still oozed from between
her puffy labia, ran down over her tiny clit straining out from its hood
and dribbled onto my neck.

   I felt the heat rising in my tool and my scrotum tightening.  I wrapped
my arm more tightly around the child's naked back and pressed her against
me as my hips began to twitch and my body writhed.  "Ohhh, sweetie, that's
good.  I'm gonna squirt now, gonna squirt in your mouth, ah, ah, ah...OW!"
Just as the cum began to surge up my shaft, Renee took revenge for my
gentle torture.  She wrapped both hands around me and squeezed with all her
might!  Her thumbs pressed into my shaft and her fingertips dug into the
root behind my sack.  Delicious agony spiked through me as the flow of
semen was dammed.  I twisted and bucked, nearly throwing Renee off of me as
each spasm was painfully blocked, but the child kept the head of my penis
between her lips and her hands in a death-grip around the root.  "OW!  OW!
OW!" I shouted.  My cock swelled under the pressure.  The veins in it
pulsed and the skin felt tight enough to split open.  She pulled back and
forth, at the same time tightening her lips and rubbing as hard and fast as
she could against the swollen head.  The sensation mounted, pain and
pleasure twining together and spiraling upwards until it was beyond either.
Her tongue felt like velvet, like burning sandpaper, like sunlight.  It was
intolerable; I never wanted it to end but I couldn't stand it for one more
second.

   I jammed my face back into Renee's writhing crotch, pushing her
quivering lips apart and slurping at the sweet juices.  I stabbed my tongue
against her clitty then captured it in my mouth again.  "Mmmmph!" She
yelled in protest against the hot flesh of my penis filling her
nine-year-old mouth, and my eyes watered and I grunted in pain as her grip
got even tighter.  I bit down, nibbling the child's swollen pleasure button
but rather than release me, she did the same.  Her teeth scraped across the
screaming nerve endings of my glans.

   We were locked in a perverse contest, naked adult and equally naked
third-grader, our sweaty bodies grinding together.  Her smooth skin slid
against my hairy chest.  She was yanking my tool forwards and back, sucking
and now biting with increasing fervor.  I was grunting, "UH!  UH!  UH!" as
the cum kept trying to rise but was blocked by her squeezing fingers.  With
each pulse my cockhead swelled further, wedging itself more tightly into
the child's mouth.  Renee was fairly screaming into my flesh now.  Muffled
groans, choking and gagging sounds forced out around the stiff rod.  Her
saliva puddled on my abdomen and soaked my pubic hair.

   Meanwhile I was almost chewing on her baby clit, tugging it this way and
that as her hips bounced and writhed on my clavicle.  Her legs were kicking
hard, spasmodically, slapping against the sheets on either side of my head.
I pressed my thumb between her sweaty, steamy labia, coating it thoroughly
with her childish lubrication.  Then I slid upwards, probing between her
smooth, muscular cheeks for her anal rosebud.  She shuddered when I pressed
against it and I felt the tiny ring of muscle clench against my firm
pressure.  Slowly but smoothly she yielded and my thumb slid into the even
more intense heat of the little girl's anal passage.

   "'Oooooo!" she shouted around her mouthful of my cock.  "'Ot my Ôutt! 
Ow!  OW!" But I was relentless, pressing until my thumb was entirely buried
in her ass.  She started struggling in earnest now and I had to squeeze my
other arm around her back to prevent her from tearing her clitoris out from
between my teeth.  But if anything her death-grip around my cock tightened.
She was yanking it back and forth with all her might.  The ache in my balls
was getting so intense it threatened to overwhelm the burning pleasure
ricocheting up and down the shaft, the liquid heat of her mouth on the
head.

   I started pistoning my thumb in and out of the child's clenching rectum.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster as the resistance lessened.  "Let
go!  Let go!  UH!  Let GO!" I demanded with each plunge of the digit into
her depths.

   "Nuh-UH!  Nuh-UH!" Renee yelled back, with each yank on my root, choking
and drooling around the cock plunging in and out of her mouth.  Our
struggles got more and more violent.  I was humping and bouncing on the
mattress, trying to shove my cock down her throat, anything to get her to
turn loose.  The pain was mounting.  My poor testicles felt like a speed
bag and bright stars and streaks of light were clouding my vision.  But the
child had the advantage of leverage and none of my struggles dislodged her
small hands clamped around me.  In desperation I used my free hand to start
spanking her as hard as I could at the awkward angle, slapping her ass in
rhythm with my digit plunging in and out of her.

   Her cheeks reddened under the abuse literally before my eyes, and that
finally did it.  She let go and tried to use her hands to pull herself down
my body and free her ass from the punishment.  The instant the pressure was
released my orgasm, so long forestalled, rocketed out of me.  The first
spasm seemed to start at my toes.  What felt like an endless surge of semen
pulsed through the shaft and flooded the third-grader's mouth.  "AHHHH!" I
cried as my ass came up off the bed and my swollen, abused cock plunged to
the back of her throat.  Renee pulled back, choking and gagging.  My organ
popped out of her mouth as she fell back against me, convulsed in a
coughing fit.  The next shot fired over her head, painting her forehead and
her hair and leaving a pearly streak down her sweaty back to the cleft of
her buttocks, almost touching my thumb where it poked into her ass.  "UH!
UH!  UUUH!" I grunted like an animal, stiffening and lurching on the bed as
each painful spasm squirted more semen onto the little girl.  Her mouth was
almost touching the base of my twitching organ as she coughed, spitting cum
into my matted pubes as more sprayed over her cheek, onto her shoulders and
back.  It dripped down across her chin and neck, clumping in her hair where
it spread across my body and onto the bedclothes.

   Finally, with one last convulsion I was emptied.  I rolled over onto my
side, spilling the little girl off me.  My thumb popped out of her ass.  I
drew up my legs slightly and cupped my hands around my genitals.  As the
pleasure faded, the deep, sickening ache in my testicles crested.  I
moaned, eyes closed and breathing deeply, waiting for the pain to recede.
Over the pounding in my own head I became aware of a soft whimpering.  I
opened my eyes to see that Renee was on her side in a posture that mirrored
mine.  She had one hand pressed against the reddened lips of her vulva; the
other reached around her back to press between her reddened ass cheeks. 
Sperm dripped off her face and her back and streaked her tangled brown
hair; there was a growing dark patch on the bedclothes under her face where
she had coughed out a puddle of cum and saliva.  We lay curled around each
other.  The child's high-pitched voice was a painful counterpoint to my own
soft groans.

   "Whatsamatter?" came a sleepy voice from behind me.  I gingerly rolled
over on my back, still cupping my aching balls.  Karen had awoken and was
propped up on her elbows looking blearily around.  From my reversed
position I looked past the pale soles of her feet and her slim legs.  Her
well-fucked slit still gaped pink between puffy, dark-painted labia.  Her
abdominal muscles rippled as she raised herself on her elbows.  The
fifth-grader blew her mussed hair away from her face and looked over at her
sperm-glazed younger sister.  "What'd you do to her?"

   The pain in my nuts was starting to lessen.  I sat up and swung my leg
over the older child, straddling her.  The warm skin of her belly felt
soothing against my sore scrotum.  I rubbed gently against her as I settled
down.  She looked down at my limp penis and grimaced as it left a
snail-track of sperm and saliva on her belly.  "Nothing," I replied.  I
began caressing Karen as I spoke, gently tracing her shoulders, her
collarbones, trailing my fingers down her chest and over her nipples, then
back up to her jawline and her rosy cheeks.  "Well, nothing much," I
temporized.  "We were just fooling around, then we got into kind of a
fight, a...a sex fight, sorta." I was groping for words.  "You know how if
it hurts a little it can feel really good at the same time?" Karen nodded,
and she did know.  Throughout months of abusing her I had tied sex to
physical and mental humiliation, shaming the child over and over for her
inability to resist the sexual pleasure I yanked from her reluctant preteen
body.  "Your sister knows how to do that to me really good, and I started
doing it to her, then she did it to me harder, and I did it to her harder,
and we just kinda kept going...I kinda forgot myself, but I didn't mean to
hurt her.  I love her lots, and I never want to hurt her." I was looking
into Renee's eyes, speaking to her as much as her sister.  The younger
girl's face was still screwed up in discomfort.  Cum ran in gooey trails
down her forehead, cheeks, and chin, and matted her hair.  She was rubbing
gingerly at her tender pussy and asshole.  I reached out tentatively to
touch her but she made a sulky sound and turned her glazed face away.  I
let it go for now, and returned to gently fondling her older sister.

   Karen closed her eyes and put her head back.  She arched her back and
purred in pleasure as I dragged my fingernails lightly up and down her bare
sides, rubbing my thumbs over her stiffening nipples with each stroke.  I
leaned over and kissed her on the nose.  "How're you this morning?" I
brushed my fingers across her upper lip.  Nate had been right; the thin
wires we had pierced her with hadn't left any scabs or marks.  If you
looked really closely you could see six tiny indentations where the
"whiskers" had emerged from either side of the little girl's Cupid's bow,
but that was all.  But boy, she had howled when I had tried to remove them
last night.  The fifth-grader had been nearly asleep, exhausted from
sucking and fucking more than two dozen teenaged penises, and still more
than half-drunk from the brandy I'd given her to insulate her from the cold
as she walked naked through the cold night.  Even so, when I'd laid her
limp, jizz-oozing body on the bed and tugged at the titanium wires she'd
jerked awake and hollered like she was being killed.  Finally I'd had to
get my wirecutters, peel her upper lip back, and snip each wire in half. 
Then I'd climbed onto the bed and, gripping her head tightly between my
knees, jerked each of the six segments free.  Once it was done, though, the
poor child had been so tired she'd been asleep again in seconds.

   Karen ran her tongue over her upper teeth, relieved that the stinging
wires were gone.  Her mouth was dry, and her head was throbbing.  "Head
hurts," she mumbled, "And my, my cunt is really sore." She had not yet
become completely comfortable with the blunt words I'd taught her; I hoped
she never would be.  It was charming and arousing to watch her squirm and
blush when she used the language I insisted on.  Her stomach tensed beneath
me as she squeezed her thighs together, stretching the irritated, tender
tissues of her bald labia and vagina.  "Not as much as the first time
you...the first time we did it, but..."

   "Well, you fucked a whole lot of boys last night," I told her.  "I bet
you can't even tell me how many, can you?" I gently pinched her puffy red
nips in my fingers as I spoke, rolling them between my fingers.  Karen
gasped softly, but shook her head in answer.  "I counted your money after
you went to sleep.  Twenty-seven twenty-dollar bills; that means you had
twenty-seven cocks stuck into you last night.  Plus mine, that's
twenty-eight.  Most women don't see twenty-eight different penises their
whole lives, and you're not even in sixth grade yet!  I love that you're
such a total whore."

   The child gasped again and moaned softly at my words, twisting her torso
beneath my tickling fingers, but she looked right at me with a strange, new
light in her eyes.  "Yeah, I'm a total whore," she agreed, but she spoke
confidently, even proudly, not timid or shamed as she always had before. 
Then it was my turn to gasp as unbidden, her hands found my sticky,
drooping penis and she began petting it gently.  I began to swell as her
fingertips slipped over the drying coating of semen.

   "Yeahhh..." I sighed.  "Pretty little whore.  Ahh, that feels nice. 
But..." I glanced at Renee.  The younger girl was looking increasingly
upset, if for no other reason than her big sister was now getting all the
attention.  It was time to deal with that.  I leaned down to whisper in
Karen's ear.  "My thingy feels fine, but look - your sister has a sore
cunny, and she's not used to it - she's not a whore like you.  Maybe -" I
paused to nibble at her delicate lobes and rub my nose and lips in her soft
golden hair - "Maybe you could kiss it and make it better for her?"

   I felt the child nod, her hair tickling my nose.  "Okay, get off." She
said, pushing gently against my hairy chest.  Bemused at her new eagerness,
I complied, rolling off to her other side and gently pushing the naked girl
towards her younger sister.  Karen sat up swiftly but then stopped,
pressing her small hands against her temples.  She said something like,
"Urgh," and swayed slightly.  "I don't feel so good..."

   I propped myself on an elbow and rubbed my free hand over her naked back
under her long blond hair, feeling the knobs of her spine and her bony
shoulder blades.  "You'll be OK in a minute, sweetie," I soothed her. 
"It's just from the brandy." The fifth-grader was suffering her first
hangover.  I'd tried to get her to drink some water last night but she'd
been too tired.  "Go ahead, now, like you said."

   "Hey, Renee." Karen reached out to touch her younger sister's shoulder.
Renee looked up at her.  The brightening predawn light clearly showed the
sheen of my ejaculate covering her face.  "Did he hurt you?" Karen asked,
gently placing her hand on the child's cheek.  Renee nodded.  "Bad uncle,"
Karen continued, "Bad." Her fingers came away coated in sticky, drying
semen.  Absently she put them in her mouth and sucked them clean.  "Where
did he hurt you, Renee?"

   "Here," the nine-year-old raised her knees and spread her legs slightly,
showing her two hands rubbing front and back.  "My cunt.  And he put his
finger in my butt, and spanked it."

   "Move your hand," Karen didn't wait for her younger sister to obey.  She
pushed Renee's hands aside, revealing the child's reddened labia, and bent
to place her lips squarely at the apex of the younger girl's bald mound. 
Her tongue snaked out to taste the salty, sticky, slightly pungent juices
drying on the smooth lips.  The piquant scent of little girl arousal filled
her nostrils and seemed to clear her head a little bit.  Clear it, and
more. Karen loved her little sister and tried to be good to her.  But a
good girl would never kiss her little sister's cunt like this.

   Karen's head was still fuzzy, but the events of last night were crystal
clear in her memory.  Unfamiliar with the way alcohol dissolves
inhibitions, she was unable to account for the way she had lost control. 
The past months of nightly masturbation and sometimes daily intercourse had
taken her to a state of near-constant low-level arousal, but she had
learned to deal with it at school, at church, playing with her friends. 
She could wait until she got home - until last night, when something had
broken.  Walking naked through the neighborhood she'd compulsively
masturbated, heedless of anyone who might see.  She'd ended up squirted
full of sperm at both ends.  While she remembered the details of many of
the penises that she had willingly sucked into her mouth, she barely
recalled any of the faces that went with them.  And of course she
remembered the all-consuming waves of orgasmic pleasure that had carried
her away.  She remembered her tears, her confused, tormented whirling
emotions as the good little girl disappeared, pushed further and further
away with every thrust of strangers' cocks.  Only a whore would kiss her
little sister's cunt.  A normal girl would keep her promise not to bug her
little sister for sex, and she would be ashamed if she broke it.  And Karen
was ashamed, but that feeling was easily overwhelmed by the need burning in
her pubescent body.  It made betrayal easy, inevitable.  She could think of
only one explanation - Karen was a whore.

   WIth the word burning in her brain she rolled over, pressing her body
against the smaller child's.  The feel of warm, sticky skin sliding
together made her nipples tingle and heat, and small ripples of pleasure
began to radiate from her clitoris, competing with the soreness and the
stretched, abraded feeling in her overused juvenile vagina.  Karen wrapped
her arms under and around Renee's thighs, prying them apart to improve her
access to the third-grader's vulva.  She pressed her face into the sticky
slit, licking and slurping up the younger girl's preteen lubrication.  But
Renee's baby clit was still irritated and oversensitive and the oral
assault was making her more uncomfortable rather than soothing her.  She
wriggled beneath the greater weight of her big sister and tried to push her
off.

   But Karen was oblivious.  The little girl was gone; the whore had taken
over and the whore cared only for her own pleasure.  She pressed herself
down harder and swung a leg over to straddle Renee's neck, pinning her. 
She pushed backwards, mashing her clit against the child's neck and chin. I
heard Karen gasp with pleasure, then the slurping and sucking sounds
redoubled as she began humping herself against Renee.  Her back undulated,
the knobs of her spine and her bony shoulderblades sheened with sweat.  Her
pubescent cunt juice began to dribble out between her smooth, stretched
labia.  Renee jumped when the creamy goo dripped onto her face.  Her
expression twisted into disgust as Karen's humping smeared it across her
lips up to her nostrils.  She had only lately learned to enjoy sucking
cock, and from what she had been taught so far, licking a cunny was
something only whores did, whores like her big sister.  "Hey!  Karen, cut
it out!  Please sto-mmmph!" Renee's protest was cut off as Karen shoved
backwards and covered her little sister's sperm-glazed face with her
dripping vulva.  She ground her stiff, oversized clitoris against the
child's lips.  Her glistening labia captured the child's pert nose and she
pushed, fucking herself against it.

   Karen raised her head, eyes closed, panting as bolts of pleasure shot
through her preteen body.  All thought of comforting her little sister was
gone, overwhelmed by her own selfish need for release.  "Ohh," she moaned,
"Eat me, eat my babycunt, my whore babycunt.  Agggh..." She clamped her
thighs tighter around Renee's head and pressed her body down.  Renee's
hazel eyes were wide and angry as she struggled.  Karen was lubricating
freely now, and her aromatic goo smeared across Renee's face, mixing with
the semen I had already deposited there.  Karen's moans mingled with
muffled choking sounds from Renee as creamy, pungent liquid filled her nose
and mouth.

   My penis was fully hard again from the sight of Karen molesting her
little sister.  I got up and kneeled between Karen's spread legs, just
above Renee's head.  My cock bobbed and bounced off her pale ass cheeks as
they rose and fell, clenched and relaxed.  Her asshole winked from between
the creamy orbs that were just beginning to round into a womanly shape.  I
gently pressed my penis into her butt crack, glorying in the damp, sweaty,
warm skin.  I lowered myself gingerly until my still-sore scrotum rested on
Renee's forehead.  I grasped Karen around the waist and pulled her up and
back.  My cock slid to press upwards against her slit.  The head bumped
against her swollen clit; it felt almost like a small finger poking me. 
With a quick adjustment I rocked my hips forward and once again pushed home
into the eleven-year-old's vagina.  "Ahhh!" my breath gusted out of me as
her exquisite heat enveloped and squeezed me tight.

   Karen exclaimed at the unexpected penetration.  "Oh, geez!  Ow!  Oh, oh,
ah, gna, guuh, guuh, GUH!" I began making short, sharp thrusts into her,
watching avidly as my stiff, veined rod pistoned into her pale body.  I
raised my head and realized we were perfectly framed in the bureau mirror
at the foot of the bed.  I saw Karen's head thrown back, eyes closed, her
mouth open wide in an "O" of surprise and pleasure as my penis spread apart
her sore, stretched cunt lips.

   Renee struggled beneath us as I vigorously fucked the older girl from
behind, but Karen kept her upper body pressed down on Renee's belly,
sliding their hot, sweaty bodies together.  Renee's arms flailed out,
striking weakly at Karen's sides and back, futilely trying to dislodge her.
I slid my hands back from Karen's thin waist so that I could pry her cheeks
apart with my thumbs, exposing the pink-brown asterisk of her anus.  I
rubbed my right thumb against my shaft where it disappeared into her
juvenile cunt, slicking it thoroughly with her juice, then pressed it hard
against her sphincter.  After a second's resistance, it slid smoothly into
her.  Her eyes snapped open in the mirror at the second penetration and she
yowled as I began to pump my thumb into her counterpoint to my penis. 
"Gahh, gahh, GAIEEE!" she cried, shoving her cunt violently back onto my
shaft as her muscles clenched in orgasm.  A fresh surge of hot juice
squished out around my rod, soaking my pubic hair and running down my
scrotum onto Renee's disgusted face.

   The force of her contractions was almost painful on my thumb and my
penis.  Karen yipped and yelped with each spasm, tossing her head from side
to side, until with a final, drawn-out moan, she fell forward and rolled
onto her side on the tangled bedclothes.  Her cunt grasped greedily at my
cock as she pulled away.  My thumb popped out of her ass at the same time
as my penis, freed from her delicious juvenile tightness, popped up in the
air.  I sat back on my heels; Renee was now free to move, but the child
looked stunned.  Her legs stayed as they were, splayed wide.  Her crotch
glistened with her big sister's saliva.  Her bald labia were stretched and
irritated; her tiny clit stood out dark red and angry-looking.  Already
spattered with my jizz, her face and hair were drenched with Karen's baby
honey, eyelashes and nostrils gummed and clotted.  She drew in a great
gulping breath and began to cry.

   I had been getting close to orgasm when Karen beat me to it, and my wet
cock throbbed as the draft from the heating vent caressed it.  It was
tempting to quiet Renee's sobs by just shoving my tool into her mouth, but
that was a foolish fantasy.  I had spent years, literally, grooming Renee
into an eager, skilled preteen sex partner and I wasn't about to ruin that
for a single ejaculation.  Instead I sat back and pillowed her head on my
thigh.  "Shh, shh, I'm sorry, baby," I crooned as I tenderly caressed her.
I used my fingers to squeegee cunt cream and semen off her face, wiping the
goo on Karen's legs.  For her part, the older girl was oblivious, lying on
her back with her legs half-spread.  One hand covered her crotch, a finger
circling and languidly penetrating her dripping hole.  Her eyes were closed
and a satiated smile played across her face.  As I continued to comfort her
little sister her breathing slowed and deepened.  Her face relaxed and she
began to snore again.

   I had yet to see Renee bawl full-out; she was such a self-possessed
child that even her crying was restrained.  She sobbed quietly, her nude
belly heaving and tears running from her hazel eyes, but within a couple of
minutes she was mostly back in control of herself.  She gazed up at me, her
eyes still shiny with tears.  "You hurt me," she said flatly.  "And Karen
broke her promise."

   For the moment, I ignored her first accusation.  "I'm sorry," I
repeated. "She didn't mean to, she just couldn't help herself.  It's part
of being a whore like she is, when she needs sex she forgets everything
else.  I'll make her apologize to you when she wakes up again, ok?" Before
she could accuse me again, I continued, "How about we get cleaned up? 
You're pretty messy.  Let's have a shower and then we'll eat some
breakfast. I'll make pancakes," I offered, her favorite.  Mollified for the
moment, the child let me tug her to her feet and the two of us walked naked
into the bathroom.
   To be continued...

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