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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
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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 3 (College Visit 3) (M+g, ped,
exhib, oral, prost, preteen heartbreak) by Rufus Fugit

Stanley and I watched Karen gulp down her fourth ejaculation of
the evening. The twelve-year-old sat naked on the double bed in
the drafty attic room. The clothes she had arrived in - a tight
red miniskirt and a rabbit-fur jacket and matching boots - lay in
a careless puddle at the foot of the bed. She sat up against the
headboard, legs spread, knees up, her feet flat on the stained
sleeping bag that covered the mattress. She leaned to one side,
jaws stretched wide to engulf the tool of the short black man
(really, a college-age boy), who grunted and shivered as he
thrust upward into her face. His hands were wrapped around her
head, fingers tangled in her long, straight, dirty blonde hair as
he tried to force himself deeper into her throat. But my niece
had been prostituting herself for over a year. She was the
veteran of hundreds of blowjobs and she had her fist wrapped
tightly around the root of the boy's cock, expertly controlling
the depth of  penetration. Seven other boys - those she had
already sucked off and those still waiting - crowded around the
sides of the bed, their cocks all pointing at the nude child.
Most gangbangs I'd been to were raucous affairs and there was a
lot of excited chatter and some catcalling, but overall the boys
were almost reverent in the face of the sixth-grader's sexual
insatiability.

Karen's stretched throat worked as she greedily swallowed semen.
Her face was flushed under her heavy makeup which was smudged and
running with sweat and stray shots of jizz. She peered up at the
boy through the cum-coated lenses of her glasses, smiling as best
she could around the flesh pole filling her mouth. She was
stroking herself with her free hand, her toes flexing and curling
against the bed as she rubbed two fingers around her swollen,
glistening clitoris. She was carefully avoiding touching the ugly
red rash that covered her vulva. Her labia were flowered open and
thick cream oozed from between them so that she sat in a steadily
spreading dark stain.

Karen tightened her lips and pulled slowly off, making a loud
slurp as the dark brown cock left her mouth. A final spasm
deposited a blob of cum on her chin. She leaned forward to swipe
her tongue across the piss-slit, then sat back and swallowed
again. "Yum!" she exclaimed somewhat theatrically. She smiled
widely, opening her mouth to show off the strings of semen
stretching between her upper and lower teeth. She shook her head
and blew so that the glob on her chin formed an elastic drop,
lengthening and finally snapping to join several other drying
trails down her belly. She released the black boy's wilting
penis, wiped her cummy hand on her breast, then seized the
swollen, slimy nipple between her thumb and two fingers. Her face
went slack as she pulled and twisted the pink knob, grunting
softly and explosively as pleasure shot through her.

But then her other hand slipped and she winced as a nail scraped
down the rash peppering her fat outer labia. That brought her
back to herself and she looked around at the small grove of stiff
cocks surrounding her. Karen smiled again and looked at the
penises pointing at her like greyhounds straining at their
traces. She rolled around onto her stomach. She inchwormed
forward on her elbows to bring her head to the foot of the bed,
then brushed her hair back with both hands so that it fanned out
across her back. Her fingers snagged in clumps of drying jizz.
She lifted herself up and a cock brushed across her chin. It was
circumcised, not too long but very thick, just the way she liked.
This boy had trimmed his pubes; she hunched her skinny shoulders
and lifted one hand to palpate his heavy balls, testing the
bristly feeling of his shaven sack. "Mmmm, what a nice one!" she
exclaimed, then the boy gasped as she licked the length of his
pulsing stalk. Sweat  and precum coated her tongue as she slowly
teased him, barely twirling her tongue around the edge of the
glans before lipping her way back down to the root and up again.
Her feet began to wave languidly in the air as she set a slow,
steady rhythm.

Meanwhile I was trying to get Stanley in the mood. He watched
Karen with horror mixed with guilty arousal playing across his
face. His knuckles were white where he gripped the arms of the
overstuffed chair. I stood behind looking down at him. I leaned,
placing my cheek next to his and murmured in his ear. "Look at
her go. What a hot little whore your sister is. Don't you want
some of that? Oh, sure, you shake your head, but this - " I slid
a hand down and squeezed gently at the bulge tenting his
trousers. "- this says different."

"No!" he exclaimed. "No, I don't want - she's not - you made
her!"

"I made her? Stanley, look at her. Does she look like someone's
making her?" Karen was taking a quick smoke break. She was gently
jacking the thick tool with her hand and rubbing it back and
forth across her high forehead as another boy held the bong to
her lips. Her chest expanded as she inhaled deeply. She held her
breath for a long five count, then raised up and sucked the cock
back into her mouth. As she pumped rapidly, smoke puffed out her
nose and around the tight ring of her lips like a locomotive
smokestack. She giggled, then had to pull off again as she
started coughing. She rolled over on her back, curling up and, I
noticed, squirting out a little bit of cunt cream with each
spasm. As the coughing fit subsided, one of the boys handed her a
mostly-empty bottle of wine. She upended it and drank but one
more cough sent ruby liquid dribbling down her front, over and
between her adolescent breasts, her navel, and mixing with her
own juices matting  the light tuft of pubic hair on her mound.
Throughout Karen had continued masturbating the young man.
Giggling boozily the sixth-grader rolled back onto her stomach
and sucked the pulsing hot cock into her mouth once more. She set
a rapid pace, slurping and slobbering and within seconds the
young man stiffened and pushed his hips forward and filled
Karen's mouth with shot after shot of hot mucus. She bobbed her
head and a ring of white froth oozed around her smeared lipstick
.

"Woo-hoo!" "Yeah!" "Look at that little cum-slut go!" There were
cheers around the bed as Karen pushed herself up on both hands,
arching her back sharply, and dribbled sperm out of her mouth and
down her chin. She smiled widely at the perverse praise. Her eyes
were deeply bloodshot and her cheeks were bright red. Sweat made
her face glow and stippled her shoulders, back, and her pale
buttocks. Two of the three boys she had not yet serviced stepped
forward. They were South Asian and looked like brothers; both had
fine features, dark brown skin and black hair spiked with some
kind of product, and both wore tshirts from some fraternity
function. Their uncut cocks had a family resemblance as well; one
was noticeably larger but both had an upward curve. The boys
grabbed themselves, stepped to either side of Karen's gooey face
and bounced their organs off her cheeks in rhythm. One of the
other boys decided to be a smartass and began chanting in time.
In  seconds the others took it up, and "Whore! Whore! Whore!"
matched the damp smacks as the cocks slapped Karen's face. The
boys sped up until they were practically drumming against her
sticky cheeks and the chant kept pace, speeding up until Karen
grabbed a tool in each hand and triumphantly stuck them both in
her mouth at once. The chant dissolved in cheers and laughter,
and the two Asian boys high-fived.

I had given up trying to talk Stanley around and was just
enjoying the spectacle of my little two-fisted cocksucker. Her
jizz-smeared lips were stretched wide and saliva spilled down her
chin as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, bobbing
her head over the two brown penises filling her mouth. Her eyes
were closed and she made little grunting and sighing noises as
she worked. Her legs were spread a little and her knees slightly
bent, and she was poking her developing butt up in the air a
little, I assumed to keep her itchy, overused privates from being
irritated further. But she couldn't stop the rucked-up fabric
from flicking against her oversized clitoris and each time it did
her entire body shuddered convulsively.

Without warning a skinny redheaded boy jumped onto the bed,
landing on his knees between Karen's spread thighs. He had taken
his pants completely off and unbuttoned his shirt, and a thin,
pale penis with a purple, angry-looking glans slapped against his
stomach. Karen jerked her head backwards as the impact bounced
her on the mattress. The boy pushed behind her knees and spread
her legs wide. Karen moaned as her cunt pressed against the
scratchy fabric but her protest was muffled as one of the Indian
boys held her head and forced the double dose of hot cock back
into her mouth. The redhead grabbed her ass and kneaded her
cheeks vigorously, prying them apart and pressing his thumb
against her clenched asshole. He didn't try to penetrate,
honoring the rules I'd established, but he slid a hand down and
over the child's spread, soaking cunt, pushing her fat, rashed
lips from side to side. Now Karen did complain, throwing her head
back and whining, "Nooooo,  not my babycunt! Ow, ow, it's sore,
noooo!" She writhed on the bed but the only way to get her cunt
out of the boy's grasp was to push the bumpy skin against the
soaked sleeping bag and the combination of her salty secretions
with the rough fabric was just as bad. "Ow, ow, owllarghkk," she
choked as the Indian boys impatiently pushed her face down,
shoving their tools back into her mouth and muffling her
protests. She groped blindly behind her with one arm until she
slapped the redhead's cock. She homed in on it, grasping the head
awkwardly at the limit of her reach, and yanked.

The redhead fell forward onto Karen. He was built like her, tall
and skinny, but she was only twelve and standing he would've
overtopped her by a foot or more.  His cock lodged in her
buttcrack and he had to pull his hand out to support himself on
his elbows; otherwise he would've pressed her head down and she
would've either strangled on the two boners in her mouth or
bitten them off. He started hunching against her, sliding his
dribbling tool between her sweaty cheeks. His hands went under
her armpits to cup her breasts. "Oh, yeah," Karen mumbled around
her mouthful. "Puww on maw nippews, yeah, hawdew oh God, HAWDEW!"
She writhed violently as the boy obliged, grabbing her pink nips
and twisting them, squeezing them between thumb and fingers until
they went pale with the pressure. She was moaning continuously
now as the boy's weight smashed her burning vulva against the
bed. She had to grip the edge of the mattress with both hands to
hold steady against  his weight and so was unable to control the
two cocks pistoning into her mouth. She bobbed her head as fast
as she could, gagging loudly on each downstroke as one glans then
the other poked against her uvula. The bed frame was squeaking
more and more loudly, paired with the preteen's muffled squeals
as her nipples were abused.

Then the taller of the two Indians grunted and pushed up on his
toes. Karen coughed and semen shot out of her mouth and nose,
splashing onto both boys' kinky black pubic hair and plopping
onto the floor. At the same time the redhead raised himself in a
half-pushup, sliding his penis so that the head poked out from
the top of her buttcrack. With a low cry he ejaculated a long
stream that hit Karen squarely on the back of the neck. More
shots of milky goo flew onto her back and the fan of her tangled
hair. The Indian pulled out of her mouth and pushed his upright
organ against her face alongside her nose. It shoved her glasses
askew onto her forehead. Weakening squirts bounced off one lens,
plopped onto her scalp and ran down her forehead.

Karen redoubled her frantic efforts on the cock still filling her
mouth, bobbing wildly, grunting and slurping until finally the
last boy clenched his eyes shut and unloaded into the blond
sixth-grader's throat. He finished and stepped back; the two boys
leaned together, each with a hand on the other's shoulder. The
redhead rolled off her and slowly got to his feet, leaving Karen
uncovered. He rather sheepishly struggled back into his pants.

In the sudden quiet, Karen's ragged panting filled the room. She
lay on her stomach, her legs spread and bent frog-like. Her head
hung off the end of the bed. Sweat dripped from her nose. Her
long hair was dark and wet at the roots, and the ends dragged in
the puddle of cum she was drooling onto the floor. Her body was
sheened with sweat as well and cooling spunk dripped off her back
and ran along the corrugations of her ribs. Her toes dug at the
dirty spread, and the tendons at the backs of her knobby knees
tensed as she tried weakly to raise her burning cunny from the
soaked and stinking bedspread.

I realized Karen was crying, though I couldn't tell if it was
from exertion, from sperm irritating her eyes, or from emotional
upset. Just in case I shouldered through the group of her
satisfied customers and sat down on the bed next to her. I bent
my head to gently kiss the edge of her ear, one of the few bits
of skin above her neck not splattered with semen. The familiar
stink of her slimy cunt and her sweaty body and others' ejaculate
was strong in my nose. "What a good girl you are," I whispered
into her ear. "I'm so proud of you, you were scared but you came
upstairs anyway. I love you, sweetie, you're such a good whore."
I rubbed her slimed back gently as I spoke, the same way her
mother did when she had an upset stomach or a bad dream. Her
bloodshot eyes drifted closed, the tense muscles in her shoulders
slowly relaxed, and she heaved a huge sigh. A bubble of cum
popped at the corner of her mouth.

This had been the key since I started Karen down this road: She
had always been a shy child, shy and deferential to adult
authority. And she had been horribly embarrassed that afternoon
over a year ago when I had gotten her to admit to her sister and
myself that she masturbated. Back then she had just begun to
explore her childish sexuality; her diddling hadn't even yet
reached the point of orgasm. It fell to me to wrench the first
climax from her immature body, and it became my pleasure to toy
with her, to play on her confusion and shame until she felt she
had no choice but to keep the secrets I thrust upon her. Sex was
wrong for little girls, she knew it deep in her heart. It was
wrong to strip naked in front of strangers, to let them penetrate
her again and again. It was even more wrong to accept money in
exchange. But worst of all, it was wrong to enjoy it, and enjoy
it she did to the point where her juvenile cunt burned every day,
and every day she  had to slake it. She was so ashamed, she
couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her parents, her
teachers, any of the other authority figures in her life. I was
the only adult who knew, and I gave her the praise and
reassurance she craved so that even as her mind told her what she
was doing was terribly wrong, she kept doing it to keep my
approval.

And now, as always, TI pushed her just that little bit further.
"But sweetheart," I continued, "You still have one customer to
suck on. Look at Stanley. Look how hard your brother's thingy is.
He's shy, but I know he wants you to suck his cock. He paid for
you just like all the other boys, and I know a good whore like
you wouldn't want to leave him hanging, would you? C'mon, Karen,
be Stanley's whore, one more dick and then you can rest for
awhile."

Karen turned her head to look up at me, and for just a moment
something desperate and terribly sad moved behind her blue eyes,
like a remnant of the carefree little girl she had been before
her babycunt had come to rule her life. But just as quickly it
was gone, replaced by the smirk of the total whore she had
become. She pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Her
movements were slow and uncoordinated from the pot and alcohol in
her system. She squeegeed cooling semen off her face with her
fingers, sucked them clean, then swallowed repeatedly to clear
her throat. She rubbed her glasses on the spread to clean them
and replaced them on her delicate nose. She stood, wobbling
uncertainly on one bare foot until she caught her balance. The
boys politely cleared a path for her.

Stanley hadn't moved from the chair and he stared transfixed at
the naked, cum-spattered form of the girl he had always thought
of as his little sister. From behind I watched sperm dripping
down her back and running into her asscrack as her tight little
cheeks tensed and relaxed with her unsteady steps. I moved past
her to stand behind Stanley. A gust of frigid air blew in the
window and Karen shivered. Gooseflesh covered her body and her
nipples stiffened and stood out like little pink rocket nose
cones. She sat down on Stanley straddling one leg. She winced as
her tender cunny rubbed across the fabric but then set her
features in her childish imitation of adult lust. "Hi,
Stannnley," she lilted. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Stanley just
gawped at her. "Do you like my titties?" She cupped her perky
little breasts, arching her back to thrust them forward. She
gulped as her thumbs flicked across the sticky nips. She
hiccuped. "D'you like my whore babycunt?"  She shifted her weight
back onto her butt, spreading her feet wide to expose herself
completely. Her chubby labia were pale underneath the angry red
rash. They split open to expose the deep burgundy of her most
intimate passage. Her clitty strained out, almost purple and
grotesquely swollen. She touched it with one finger and her whole
body stiffened and a fresh surge of her baby honey dripped from
her slit, staining Stanley's pants. "Do you want to fuck it?"
Karen continued in a slow, husky voice. "Everyone does. It's sore
now, but when we get home you can fuck it." Karen slid forward,
making a soft, strangled sound of pain in her throat as her cunt
scraped along Stanley's leg. She pressed her naked upper body
against him and laid her head on his shoulder, kissing his throat
lightly and whispering. "I know you wanna fuck my babycunt 'cause
your dicky's all hard, but I'll suck it for you tonight. I bet
it's tasht...tasty." She placed her hand on the  bulge at
Stanley's crotch, stroking it lightly then pressing her palm down
to define the shaft. Her voice trailed off into a sleepy mumble.
"My babycunt, my whore babycunt, I'm a dirty whore with a hot
babycunt..." She slid her hand under the waistband of his pants
and her fingers worked beneath the fabric.

Stanley jerked as if awakening from a nightmare. "No!" he yelled,
and shoved Karen hard. She tumbled off his lap and fell to the
floor, feet flying up in the air as her naked ass hit the rough
planks of the floor. For a second neither moved. Stanley stared
down at the dark stains Karen's spattered, sweaty body had left
on his shirt. The preteen's face flushed and she looked terribly
hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes but before they spilled over
her face hardened. It was adorable the way she sat naked on the
chilly floor with her limbs splayed and her little jaw outthrust
in defiance.

"Well, piss you anyway!" Karen spat out. She hadn't really
learned how to swear yet, which was fine with me. Foul language
is so unladylike. She clambered to her feet, shaking a finger at
the young man. "I woulda let you do me for free, at least the
first time, once my cunt's all better. See if I let you now!" And
with that she spun on her bare heel and flounced out of the room,
her tangled hair all sticky with drying sperm and flopping limply
against her naked shoulders and back. She struggled with the
latch and tripped over the doorsill, which rather spoiled the
effect.

The upstairs hall was empty for the moment. Karen bounced lightly
off the wall, leaving a smear of semen behind her. I followed her
as she lurched into the bathroom, also thankfully empty. She
threw herself down on the toilet with a sigh of relief which
quickly turned into a hiss of pain as her urine splashed inside
the bowl. She reflexively opened her legs, raising her knees and
pulling her vulva wide open to keep the acidic urine off her
irritated skin. It took her a long time to empty her bladder as
she winced and snuffled. She got up without wiping herself or
flushing and stepped to the sink, examining her face in the
mirror. Her makeup was a mess. Her rouge was caked and blotchy
and her eye makeup had run so that she looked like a bespectacled
Alice Cooper. Dried cum was matted in her brows and flaking at
her hairline. Someone had left their hairbrush on the vanity and
Karen picked it up and dragged it roughly through her hair. She
leaned in close  as she brushed until her cunt pressed against
the the sink. "Ahhhhh," she signed at the unexpected relief and
began hunching her cunt against the chilly porcelain.

She rubbed herself lightly at first, but when she put down the
hairbrush (now clotted with jizz) she grabbed the sink with both
hands and pushed herself harder, moving around to chase the cool
spots as her body warmed the hard surface. Her eyes closed and
she started breathing harder, then she leaned back and pushed the
heel of one hand into her crotch. At first she just rubbed with
one hand, then both hands, then she was scratching, faster and
faster with increasing force, grimacing and moaning and digging
her nails into the tender inflamed skin. Finally I felt I had to
step up and grab her wrists. She resisted in a tipsy,
uncoordinated way and twitched her pelvis back and forth.
"Karen," I said sharply and gave her a little shake. That brought
her back to herself and she opened her eyes. Her cunt was now fat
and swollen and the skin was an angry pink overlaid with the
bright red rash. Her nails had scraped some of the vesicles open
and they were  weeping clear liquid and a little bit of blood.

"Owww, it stings," the naked preteen moaned. She pulled her cunt
lips apart and bent over to look just as someone walked into the
bathroom. I saw him over my shoulder in the mirror, a tall, pale
boy in oh-so-fashionable emo garb with long jet-black bangs over
one eye and two piercings in the opposite brow. That brow climbed
up towards the ceiling as he saw us. He opened his mouth to
say...well, I doubt even he knew what, but Karen caught the
movement in the mirror and straightened up. She wiped the
expression of pain right off her face, replacing it with the
frozen smile she used with clients. Her eyes were glassy, and I
realized she was still really stoned. "Hi, I'm Karen!" she
chirped. "You know Stanley?" The boy nodded dumbly and she
chattered on, slurring her words a bit. "He's my brother, my big
brother, well, not my real brother my foshter brother, but I'm
his whore tonight, he paid for me and everything, this is a great
party and I ate a bunch of  cocks but dumb ol' Shtanley doesn't
want me...hey, are there more boys downstairs? I wanna suck some
more cocks. Stanley paid so I'll shuck...suck yours for free."

The boy finally found his voice. "But...but you're naked!"

"'Course I am, silly," she giggled. "Whores don't need clothes
when they're working." She shook her firm little titties at him.
They barely jiggled, and then she pranced out of the bathroom and
weaved towards the stairs with the stunned young man following in
her wake.

To be continued...

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