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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.

This is my story. It is made available under a Creative Commons
Attribution - Noncommercial - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported
license. You may copy, distribute, or transmit this work so long
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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
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Happy New Year everyone - may your 2009 be long, hard, and hot.
Sorry this section is only short but I wanted to get something up
for the New Year.

Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 2 (College Visit 2) (M+g, ped,
exhib, oral, prost) by Rufus Fugit

Karen stumbled to a stop just inside the open door and I bumped
into her. I took just a second to enjoy the feeling of her
preteen ass pressing against my erect tool. The heat of her
burned through three layers of cloth, and I grabbed her slim hips
and pulled her gently against me. The child's response had been
inculcated by a year of prostituting herself in a desperate quest
for ever-more sexual pleasure: she bent slightly from the waist,
widened her stance and ground her butt against me. She was tell
enough at twelve that she only had to raise up on her toes
slightly.

An explosion of coughing from my right brought my mind back to
business. Karen gave a frustrated sigh as I stepped back to close
the door behind me and looked around the room. It was apparently
a finished attic, running the length of the house's upper storey.
The sharply sloped ceiling was broken by a wide dormer window,
halfway open and admitting a frigid blast of air that competed
with the heat roiling from a hissing, spitting radiator beneath
it. The flooring was cheap pine, scarred and uneven. The ceiling
was water-stained in spots, partially covered by posters and
photographs, the latter mostly depicting college boys and girls
in various stages of inebriation.

There was a cheap double bed at the far end of the room, what
appeared to be an unzipped sleeping bag askew on the bare
mattress. To the right of the door where we stood, against the
wall opposite the open window, four young men crowded a sagging
couch. Four more sat facing them on beanbag chairs and the floor
with their backs to the draft. Between them and the couch an
upturned cable spool served as a coffee table. It was covered
with smoking paraphernalia. The boy on the couch struggling with
a coughing fit thumped a tall acrylic bong down on the table. As
faces turned to look at us, Stanley, who had preceded us into the
room, stood off to our left looking uncertain. He was almost
wringing his hands, no doubt worried about the reception he would
get when the hooker he had collected money to provide turned out
to be his twelve-year-old foster sister.

I could imagine Karen's consternation as well. She had been
reassured that she wasn't going to be required to service the
entire crowded party but this was still more guys than she was
used to doing at once. But gathering her tequila-fueled
confidence, the sixth-grader straightened up and brushed her long
blonde hair back from her heavily made-up face. She stepped
forward and set her childish features in her best imitation of a
suggestive leer. "Okay, who's first? I'm hungry for sperm!" Her
confidence wavered, however, when she instantly became the focus
of everyone's attention. The guy repacking the bong almost
dropped it, and Stanley audibly gasped.

"Karen!" I stepped to her side. "Manners! Even a skanky little
whore like you should know better." My tone was gentle, amused,
but I smiled to myself as I saw the blush bloom under her makeup
and creep back until her ears burned bright red. Her eyes dropped
behind the lenses of her eyeglasses. I played this game with
Karen whenever we were together, encouraging her in her most
wanton behavior and then casually berating her for it. It was
more effective than blunt vituperation in keeping the preteen
emotionally insecure and dependent on me for approval. "Sorry,
guys. Now let's find out who your new friends are. Stanley?"

Stanley nervously stepped forward and named the eight young men.
I didn't pay attention to that; rather I was watching their faces
to see how they were reacting to being confronted by a child
prostitute. I saw uncertainty in varying degrees but also lust.
One in particular, a burly young man wearing a down vest and tan
cords, was devouring my niece with his eyes. When Stanley
finished going around the circle I nudged Karen forward. "Now
introduce yourself properly."

Karen stepped forward, her knobby bare knees pressed together as
her audience admired the expanse of skin from the tops of her
rabbit-fur boots to the hem of her spandex red miniskirt. She
gripped her hands tightly together, gaze down as she repeated the
line she had said so many times before. "I'm Karen and I'm a
whore."

"Yes, you are, sweetie," I agreed, then I quickly enumerated the
evening's ground rules: Oral only, touching was OK but absolutely
no vaginal or anal penetration. Karen had insisted on that
because she was so sore. A year ago after she had turned her
first trick on her own I had granted her the right to decide what
she did, when and with whom  - and when I gave my word I kept it.

Some of the college boys looked at me curiously, wondering what
my relation was to their friend Stanley and to this
obviously-underage girl, but no one questioned us. I wasn't that
much older than them but from their perspective I was a grownup,
while the soubriquet "college men" was for them just a courtesy
title.

As usual in these situations, everyone kind of looked around
uncertainly. No one wanted to be the first to get things going
and Karen, for all her experience - since I had deflowered her at
age eleven she had fucked literally hundreds of adults and
swallowed probably quarts of semen - was awkward and nervous with
a group this large. So it was up to me. I plopped down into a
yellow beanbag and pulled Karen down to sit on the floor between
my thighs. She fidgeted, finally settling cross-legged with her
hands in her lap to keep her  naked little pussy covered. Her
skirt was too short to sit on completely and she shifted
uncomfortably until the cold, rough wood warmed beneath her butt.
"Karen likes getting high," I announced, "but she's never done
bong hits before."

That was all I needed to say. The kid in the vest and cords
grabbed the bong and hurriedly repacked it. He showed Karen how
to fill the chamber with smoke and then huff it all in. She held
the plastic tube awkwardly and of course her first hit sent her
into a paroxysm of coughing. Everyone had a good laugh at her
expense. She smiled uncertainly when she got her breath back.
Seconds later the first rush rolled over her and the preteen
slumped back against me, bony shoulder blades digging into my
chest. It was indeed some strong shit; her body was buzzing as
her head lolled back. I passed the bong on and gently stroked
Karen's forehead, watching as her eyes became glazed and vague
behind the lenses of her glasses.

By unspoken agreement the guys kept passing the bong back to
Karen out of sequence. By the fourth hit she was holding the
smoke in without too much choking. She giggled as she tried and
mostly failed to blow smoke rings up in the air. Her eyes were
bloodshot. Time to get started.

I reached around to partially unzip her jacket and press my right
hand inside. She jumped then sighed as my hand slid across her
warm, dry skin. I palmed her left breast, covering it entirely,
then cupping it. She made a small sound like "umph" as I tweaked
her nipple once, then again, then flicked my fingers steadily
back and forth. It stiffened and swelled, Karen's eyelids
fluttered closed and she began to breathe through her mouth. "Do
you like that?" I whispered. She shivered as I nibbled at the
edge of her delicate ear.

"Uh-huh," Karen gasped, then arched her back as I tweaked her
preteen nipple harder. I moved my hand away from her developing
breast, down across her sternum to her belly as she continued to
press her head back against me. I buried my nose in her hair. My
cock pressed harder against my jeans as Karen's scent, shampoo,
cheap perfume, and sweat filled my nose. The circle of young
adults watched with increasing avidity while I tugged the zipper
all the way down until I could spread her jacket open, baring her
immature torso. Karen gasped again as the cold air hit her skin,
then her lips curved into a gentle, stoned smile at the ring of
staring, sweaty faces.

I had both hands on her titties now, flicking her puffy nipples
rapidly as she began to writhe slowly against me. She was making
little noises of pleasure in her throat. "You're getting horny,
aren't you?" I asked her. "Is your babycunt heating up?"

"Ohhh...yessss," she sighed. Karen's early training in sex had
included repeated commands that she tell what her body was
feeling no matter how much it embarrassed her. Her response by
now was automatic even as shame bloomed in her stomach. "My
babycunt's getting hot, all hot and juicy...ohhh, but it's so
sore."

"Why don't you show everyone what you're talking about?" I
whispered in her ear. When the twelve year old balked, shaking
her head vaguely, I insisted. "Go ahead, Karen. Show off your
babycunt like the whore that you are. Everyone here wants to see
it. Show them your cunt, Karen - now!" I put a little steel in my
voice and Karen knew she had to obey. Her hands trembled as she
unclasped them and slowly raised the hem of her skirt. I almost
laughed aloud at the way the boys on the couch all craned their
necks but the table blocked their view, and with her legs crossed
Karen was mostly sitting on her treasure anyway.

Karen gasped in surprise as I hoisted her under her armpits,
turned her around, and sat her butt on the edge of the table. In
seconds it had been cleared of the bong and smoking paraphernalia
and I casually shoved her backwards, grabbed her knees and spread
them wide. Her head thumped against the edge of the round spool,
not too hard. Her hair swung loose to the floor, her arms hung
down and her jacket fell open, completely baring her chest. Her
developing breasts were barely perceptible. They quivered with
her racing heart, topped by the hard, pink knobs of her erect
nipples. They were the size of peach pits, maybe, or lychees. The
entire aureola swelled and puffed. Her skirt was a thin band of
red around her waist and she sighed in mingled pleasure and
embarrassment as I slid my hands up her slender thighs, over the
knobs of her hipbones and brushed my fingertips over her blond
pubic tuft.

The sixth-grader raised her head, taking in the circle of adult
men staring down at her supine, seminude body, then let it droop
back over the edge of the table, staring up at the ceiling. The
tendons on the insides of her thighs flexed and relaxed
alternately at the juncture of her bulging pubic mound, and a
fresh trickle of aromatic cream oozed from her split labia.

"What the...is she, sick or something?" one of the boys said over
my shoulder, and for a moment I saw at the sixth-grader's spread
cunt as if for the first time. Her pubic hair was damp and
matted, and a thin, patchy dusting of white flakes - like
dandruff only larger  - clung to the curling strands of hair and
the much finer fuzz along the upper part of her vulva. Her inner
lips were also crusted with her dried secretions and a dark,
angry red underneath. Her fat outer lips were covered with little
red bumps, some of them capped with tiny vesicles.

And her clitoris. I knew it wasn't a muscle, otherwise I would
swear it had grown from all the exercise it got. Nowhere near its
full erection at the moment, it was still larger than any grown
woman's I had seen in my life, and so it looked grotesquely
outsized at the peak of the sixth-grader's slit. It gleamed with
moisture, throbbing almost imperceptibly with the child's growing
excitement. As it swelled it bent slightly to one side.

"No, she's fine," I said. "It's just, like, irritated. Tell them
about your week, Karen."

"Wha...?" Karen's attention was increasingly focused on the
pleasure radiating from her naked privates. She squirmed under my
gentle touch, her bloodshot eyes wandering around the ring of
faces staring down at her exposed body. I spanked her clitty
lightly to get her attention and she squealed.

"Your week, honey. Tell us everyone you fucked, starting with
Monday."

"Well, Raymond came over after school..."

"Who's Raymond? Is he your boyfriend?" I asked for the benefit of
the group.

"No!" Karen seemed amused at the idea. "He's just a boy in my
class, I mean, he's my friend, but...ohh!" She gave up trying to
explain the complexities of middle-school society to her
customers. "We did homework then fucked until it was time for
Daddy to get home. Raymond's dick is only little, and it doesn't
squirt yet, but it stays hard forever so we did it for, like, an
hour and a half. It was cool." She made that sexy stoned giggle
again. "Then on Tuesdays I go to the park with Renee. Mister Al
was there, he hadn't been for the last two times. He's, like, a
hundred years old but he has a nice thick one. He had a blanket
and we wrapped up in it and sat like we were watching the ducks,
but really we were fucking. He had a...a va-sec-to-my," - she
stumbled a bit over the long word - "so he doesn't have to wear a
condom and I let him squirt in my babycunt. Then I walked around
with Renee like we do, looking for guys who want to do it. This
man in a suit
 was watching me so I walked right past him and then I bent down
like I dropped something so he could see Mister Al's stuff kind
of running down my leg and I could tell from how his face got
real red that he wanted to do it. We went in the boy's bathroom
and he gave me fifty dollars, which is a lot, but I'm glad he did
because he wanted me to suck him too and he had that funny skin
on the end of his thing and it wasn't clean inside and it tasted
terrible. He made me bend over and put it in my babycunt from
behind. He did it real hard but not for long so it was okay. Then
he wanted me to drink his stuff out of the condom and I was,
like, gross, no way, so I ran out of the bathroom and Renee and I
ran into the trees. He started to come after us but Renee threw a
rock at him and so he stopped.

"Then I saw this boy, Thomas, I know him from church? He was
playing basketball with, he told me his name was Peter and he was
his big brother and he was home from being in the army. And I
giggled and said Peter was one of my favorite names, 'cause I
figured Thomas had told him I was a whore already, and he had and
so we went over to his van and Renee waited outside and I fucked
both of them, but not at the same time. Peter first, then Thomas,
then Peter again but the second time I sucked Thomas too and I
was going to make that one for free 'cause he's nice, but then
Peter tipped me twenty dollars anyway.

"Then it was starting to rain and it was getting cold so we were
gonna go home but then Mister Al was still there and he's funny,
if it's been long enough so that he can get hard he likes to fuck
me again while I tell him who else I fucked so we did that, we
did it in the trees with him standing up and holding me. But I
left my panties on cause it was getting really cold, and then
Mommy almost caught me washing them when she came home.

"Then Raymond came over again on Wednesday and we did it and
that's when I started getting sore so we stopped fucking and I
sucked him while he licked on me but then I got kind of itchy,
too, and when he had to go home I saw my babycunt was kind of
red, and it was still itchy the next day..."

I couldn't take it any more. It wasn't just that Karen's schedule
would have exhausted any normal adult woman, never mind a
sixth-grader. It wasn't that she seemed shameless, chattering in
her slightly stoned, lilting voice. I could still make her
ashamed and embarrassed of her insatiable sexual appetite. In
fact, I depended on that to keep her from revealing her
activities to anyone who might disapprove of it. But she had no
personal privacy left and no sense that she deserved any. She had
completely internalized what I had taught her it meant to be a
whore. That included spreading her life open the same way she
would spread her legs for anyone that would pay.

I leaned forward, running my hands up her skinny torso, over her
prominent ribs. Karen gasped as I brushed my fingers over her
swollen nipples as lightly as I could. Her recitation faltered,
then trailed off into little coos and cries as I flicked the
stiff, puffy knobs first gently, then with increasing force until
her breasts were quivering and she yelped with each impact. "Oh!
Ow! OH!" she cried, arching her back and pressing her bare butt
against the rough wood of the cable spool. Her eyes rolled around
behind her glasses, taking in the eight strangers staring down at
her. A flush of embarrassment and arousal bloomed again beneath
her stark makeup and began to spread down her neck and across her
collarbone. Gooseflesh popped out on her body as a cold gust from
the window blew across us.

My cock felt like steel now as I gazed at  Karen's skinny legs
spread before me, and I leaned forward until I could smell the
scent of her oozing cunny and feel the heat rising off it against
my lips. I pinned her knees wide and craned my neck, blowing on
the dark, wrinkled bud of her clitoris. It swelled further in
response and another dollop of aromatic cunt cream leaked out of
her slit. A small puddle of moisture was forming on the wood and
Karen smeared it against the pale, firm cheeks of her ass as she
writhed back and forth.

I leaned in a bit further, careful to avoid the rash peppering
the twelve-year-old's sweaty vulva, and placed a gentle kiss on
the very tip of her shiny, pulsing pleasure button. Karen jerked
as if electrified. Her spicy flavor coated my tongue and shot
straight to my backbrain. Coupled with the sight of her exposed
and writhing before me, it was all I could do not to abandon my
role as her security, pull down my pants and mount the child.

Karen was far more experienced than me at working under these
conditions. The familiar heat, the aching need spreading from her
aching center through her pubescent body was a goad, not a
distraction. She reached back over her head with both hands,
groping until she felt the legs of the men sitting on the couch,
then fumbled upwards until her hands found a corduroy-clad bulge.
She twisted her head and rolled her eyes until she was staring
into the astonished, lust-filled face of the burly young man I
had noted earlier. She smiled and licked her painted lips.

The kid didn't need any further encouragement. He lurched off the
couch, falling to his knees and undoing his belt, clumsy in his
haste. Then his cock was waving in the air. He was uncircumcised,
long, and thin. His nest of dark pubic hair was extremely thick
and his scrotum was very hairy. He leaned forward and his tool
bounced off Karen's cheek, her nose, her chin. With each soft
slap a smear of precum appeared until her makeup was dotted with
a web of shiny slime trails. Then the sixth-grader craned her
head further to the side, opened her mouth wide, and - "Agggh!" -
with a throaty gasp, the young man slid his cock between her
shiny, cherry-red lips.

"Mmmmm," Karen moaned, and her eyelids drifted closed as the
familiar, comforting taste filled her mouth. The angle was
awkward, but a year of prostituting herself had made her an
expert at fellatio. She gripped the boy's cock with one hand,
keeping it steady as she moved her chin, slurping her lips back
and forth along the hot skin. Drool leaked from the corner of her
mouth as she spun her tongue expertly around the rim of his
glans. She moaned again, then her whole body jerked as I sucked
her glistening clitoris into my mouth and trilled my tongue
against it. "MMPH! MMPH! MMMAPH!" Her cries of pleasure were
muffled by the cock filling her mouth but her ass thumped against
the table, straining against my hands pinning her knees
spread-eagle. Hot juice flowed from between her labia, wetting my
beard and filling my nose with her delicious scent. The room was
suddenly dead quiet except for slobbering and little burping
sounds of air escaping between
 Karen's enclosing lips. A ring of wide eyes stared avidly at the
half-naked twelve-year-old. I spared a glance at Stanley still
standing frozen in the corner. A welter of expressions played
across his mobile features, lust, astonishment, and disgust
fighting it out as he watched his little sister eagerly filling
her mouth with his friend's penis.

"Oh my god, look at the little whore sucking my cock, oh shit I'm
gonna UH! UH! UHHH!" The boy stiffened and, as it had been
hundreds of times in the past year, Karen's mouth filled with hot
semen. She tried to swallow but the angle was awkward and her
neck was strained. She choked and cum splashed out all around the
flesh pole filling her mouth, running over her cheeks and filling
her nose. Globs dripped down across one ear into her hair. The
boy withdrew as his ejaculation weakened, painting a final squirt
across the oval lenses of her glasses. He collapsed back against
the couch, panting. "Fuuuuck..." he half-whispered.

I released Karen's skinny legs and sat back, licking my lips
clean of her salty, pungent taste. She coughed and cleared her
throat, then struggled to a sitting position. I saw her wince
slightly as her tender, itchy vulva pressed againt the rough wood
of the table, now slimed with her own copious secretions.
Unconsciously, one hand went to her bare chest to tug at a
swollen nipple. With her other hand she grabbed at the first
drink she could reach, a bottle of cheap, sweet red wine, and
swigged it to clear her throat. She dragged her forearm across
her mouth, smearing cum across her chin and cheek. Only then did
she peer through her cum-coated glasses at her audience, the boy
she had just blown panting on the floor, seven clad penises
straining at her exposed bare body, her uncle licking her sex
juices off his lips and Stanley still standing in the corner
looking confused and angry. Her semen-coated lips curved into a
lewd smile and without a word the
 twelve-year-old stood and walked shakily to the bed, shedding
her clothes as she went.

To be continued...


Rufus Fugit
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