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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children. If you
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Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 6 (College Visit 6) (Mgg, cons,
humil, oral, anal, tg) by Rufus Fugit

Renee was upset with me and I couldn't blame her. The
ten-year-old had wanted to accompany us to Stanley's to play what
had become her customary role as Karen's protector. I had
refused, figuring that at a crowded party it would just double my
workload rather than decrease it. In retrospect, Renee probably
wouldn't have been any extra work. The fourth-grader could take
care of herself just fine, and I doubted anyone would have messed
with her; but she wouldn't have been able to help, either, and
when Stanley went berserk she would definitely have tried to come
to Karen's defense and probably gotten herself hurt, too.

But now really wasn't the time to try to explain all that. Renee
was almost in tears, not least because she was unable to overcome
her revulsion at the stench rising off her older sister to hug
her. Karen stood flat-footed, naked and shivering, her eyes on
the floor and her toes digging into the carpet of the front room
of our small hotel suite. Her waist-length blond hair was a mess,
matted with dried semen and frozen vomit. It fell forward so that
only one red-rimmed, bloodshot eye was visible through the
tangles. The sixth-grader's arms were crossed tightly underneath
her pert, teacup-sized breasts. There was ugly bruising around
the small puncture wounds on either side of each dark, swollen
nipple. Her torso was dappled with more vomit and dried blood,
smeared with mud, and covered with long, parallel scratches from
just under her arms down to her prominent hipbones. Her vulva
looked like it had been attacked with a cheese grater or
something. The
 wisps of curling hair on her mound were full of dried flaky
stuff, some of which was skin that she had scratched off. Her
labia were swollen and a dark, blotchy red and covered with
irregular bumps. The skin was shiny and weeping where the top
layer had been scratched off. Her clitoris and inner lips were
swollen and peppered with tiny pinpricks of blood, the result of
a vicious spanking with a wire brush. The labia were stretched
out and apart so that her vaginal passage gaped wide open. A
pearly gray trail of dog spunk oozed sluggishly. As I watched, it
formed an elastic drip depending from the bottom edge of one
swollen lip that stretched until it plopped onto the chipping
pink polish of one big toenail.

I urged the naked, filthy child gently on through the bedroom and
into the bathroom. She stumbled, unresisting, and stood swaying
on her feet as I started water running in the tub. Renee looked
on anxiously, her strapon bobbing gently as she fidgeted, while I
adjusted the temperature to be just barely tepid. More than that
and the shock to Karen's chilled skin would be painful. Then I
picked Karen up in my arms and set her gently into the tub. She
rested her forehead on her knees and wrapped her arms around her
shins and sat, shivering, as the tub began to fill.

"Renee, get Karen's kit from my suitcase and then if you get
undressed you can help wash her up." The little girl jumped to
obey. I heard her rummaging in the luggage and then she hurried
back into the bathroom. She had divested herself of her tshirt
and the strapon. Her belly, still slightly padded with babyfat,
and her plum-sized boobies jiggled as she skidded to a stop.
Meanwhile, I was lighting a few scented candles so I could turn
off the harsh overhead light. Man, I hate those compact
fluorescents and now everyone seems to be switching over to them.
Renee's slightly olive skin just looked sallow under them,
whereas in the candlelight her round face practically glowed with
vitality and childish sexuality. My ardor, quenched by the
unromantic task of chivvying her puke-covered older sister
through the park, reignited, but I kept my mind on business for
the moment. I took the nylon toiletry kit from Renee and opened
it up. "Here, you start on her
 hair, ok?" I put the bottles of shampoo and conditioner on the
edge of the tub, along with one of the coffee cups from the sink.
Renee splashed her bare feet into the tub and got on her knees
behind her big sister. She gently gathered the disgusting mass of
Karen's waist-length hair and began pouring cups of water over
it. Meanwhile I removed gauze, cotton balls, and some rubbing
alcohol.

Karen obediently uncurled so Renee could start working shampoo
through the snarls of her hair. Her eyes were closed, her face
slack, but she was starting to get some of her color back.
Leaning back exposed the damage on her chest and sides. I "tsked"
softly as I poured alcohol over a gauze pad and pressed it
against the outside of her left breast. Karen stiffened a bit and
hissed in pain. I apologized but kept working. She whimpered from
the sting as I cleaned her wounds, gently wiping away the mud and
dried blood. Her belly muscles flexed and she twisted slightly
with discomfort in the tub. Her cunny was already under the
rising water so I let that be for awhile and instead picked up a
washcloth and soap.

It was quite erotic to be sudsing up the preteen's maltreated
body while her nude little sister worked lather through her hair.
As we worked I gave Renee an edited version of what had happened.
"I don't think Stanley likes whores very much. He got really mad
at Karen and then he was mean to her."

Renee was gently working her soapy fingers through a snarl in her
sister's hair. "Why did he want a whore for his party if he
doesn't like them?" she asked, logical as always.

"He wanted one, but I don't think he wanted it to be your sister.
If he thinks whores are bad people, maybe he was afraid his
friends would think he was bad too because his sister is a whore.
And," I continued, "Karen made it worse when she teased him.
Remember how mad she used to get at you when you teased her?"

"Ohhhh," Renee said. She certainly did remember - it was the only
time her big sister had ever hit her. Karen had been upset and
confused, sitting drenched and shivering in my truck after her
first experience being stripped naked in public. She'd just
learned that the cheap sequined purse I'd bought her hadn't been
just a present, no: it had sealed her into her new identity, one
that I had never let her escape from then on, until the moment
when she realized she no longer wanted to. When Renee had thrown
"whore" back in her face, she had erupted.

"You shouldn't have teased Stanley, Karen," Renee chided her.
"You were his whore tonight and your job was to make him happy."
Karen flinched a bit, whether from the pain of soap on her fresh
wounds or at being told by the person she probably loved most
that her condition was her own fault, I couldn't say.

"That's right," I said to both of them, "But that still doesn't
excuse what Stanley did."

"What did he do?" Renee asked. I didn't want to get into the
details of that too much. Renee's memories of Stanley were those
of a toddler towards an idolized big brother.

"Well, he spanked her with a brush," I temporized, leaving out
for the moment that the brush had wire bristles and he had
spanked her right on her cunt. "And he broke our agreement and
let some friends do her in the butt. Which reminds me," I
continued before Karen could speak up with her own version of
events. I rinsed off my hands and removed an implement from the
toiletry kit, a soft-bristled thin bottle brush, meant for
cleaning out test tubes and other labware. When Karen saw it she
automatically got into position, leaning forward forward until
she was on her hands and knees, back arched, with her beautiful
rounded butt in Renee's face. Her sphincter was closed but still
puffy and reddened from its recent workout.

I handed Renee the brush. She knew just what to do with it. While
I took over shampooing Karen's hair, she gently worked the brush
into Karen's anus. Karen grunted softly and clenched her jaw as
Renee twisted and pushed until the bristles disappeared
completely into the 12-year-old's butt and her wrinkled sphincter
closed around the twisted-wire handle. Renee worked the brush
around before slowly pulling it straight out and rinsing it off
in the increasingly cloudy water. Globs of spunk and the
occasional speck of brown floated off the bristles. She repeated
the cycle several times until her big sister's ass was "all
clean!" which announcement she accompanied with a brisk pat on
one cheek.

"And he just wasn't nice." I left it at that as I helped Karen to
sit back down - gingerly - and continued washing my way down
Karen's legs. I kissed each of her delicate toes lightly after
rinsing them off, then took a break to open the drain and refill
the tub with hotter water. It quickly became cloudy with dirt,
dead skin, and little pills of clotted spunk sluicing off Karen's
body and hair. I let the tub drain again and directed Renee to
sit against the side, and had Karen lean back against her with
her head resting between Renee's nascent breasts, her legs spread
wide and her knees bent over the tub rim. Karen's arms were
draped around her younger sister's knees and her toes brushed the
bathmat outside the tub. The two children looked so precious like
that, with Renee's shorter legs enclosing Karen's taller, thinner
form. Their toes, soles, fingers and palms were wrinkled from the
water and their cheeks were flushed from the steam rising all
around
 us. Karen's sat with her cunt wide open, her swollen labia clean
but still rashed and abraded. Lust and tenderness warred in me,
but both had to take a back seat to the doctoring that had to be
done. "Brace yourself, sweetie," I murmured, and poured alcohol
over her damaged privates.

Karen stiffened and squealed, arching her back and pointing her
bruised titties at the ceiling. Tears sprang to her eyes and she
pumped her hips, trying to shake the sting away. It was her
sister, though, who reacted first. Renee hugged her tight,
pressing her cheek against her sister's and murmuring words of
comfort in her blushing ear. Renee was such a good girl, she
loved her sister so much, it warmed my heart. Karen relaxed back
against the younger child as I gently spread some anesthetic
lotion on her vulva, rubbing it carefully into her clitoris and
her stretched inner lips. Her breathing slowed and deepened and
her eyes drifted closed. Under my touch she sighed, in relief and
pleasure this time, and finally relaxed. But she opened her eyes
when I called her name softly. I helped her stand in the tub. She
looked slightly dazed but her coltish legs were steady. Her hair,
now clean, hung straight down to the small of her back, dripping
into the cleft
 of her buttocks. I helped Renee out of the tub. While one naked
child stood dripping on the bathmat, I helped the other get the
shower going and pulled the curtain halfway to. "Get some
conditioner in your hair, sweetie, and then you can soak in a hot
tub again for as long as you want before bedtime," I instructed
Karen.

I sat down on the toilet and draped a towel over Renee's bare
shoulders, rubbing her back as I turned her to face me. Drying
off didn't last long, though, as the sight and touch of her warm,
damp skin was too erotic for me to ignore. I scooted forward and
pulled her to me. Her cute nipples covered most of her
newly-sprouted boobies and they were right at mouth level. She
gasped and tangled her hands in my hair as I kissed and sucked on
first one, then the other. Then I tilted my head back and her
lips met mine. My tongue darted into her mouth and she playfully
slid hers across it. She was growing and her mouth was no longer
quite as small. "Mmmm," I hummed into her mouth and she hummed
back until we both broke into giggles. I stroked down her bare
back, squeezing each cheek in turn, and pressed on the back of
her thighs to push my crotch against her. The smacking sounds of
our kissing was covered up by the shower, as was Renee's little
squeal as I traced
 one finger up between her legs to stroke her chubby vulva and
dip briefly into her still-virgin opening. Her smooth bald snatch
was still damp from the bath but her slit was already juicy and
slick with her baby honey. "Is your thingy hard?" the
fourth-grader whispered into my mouth.

"Really hard," I answered, popping the button on my jeans and
placing her small hand over the bulge in my underwear. I
suppressed a groan as her nimble fingers squeezed at the head.

"Good, 'cause I want it in my butt. My cunt's tingling a really
lot and I want an orgasm." Renee's frank words further inflamed
my lust and I pulled her small body against my chest, kissing her
hard while I stroked her smooth back with one hand and fondled
her tiny breasts with the other.

"Oh, you're my sexy girl and I love you so much." As I spoke I
opened my eyes and over Renee's shoulder saw Karen watching us in
the shower. She had her butt against the wall and her legs spread
and she was gingerly inserting her index finger into her gaping
twat. The expression on her face was of a yearning sadness. As
her finger penetrated deeper she put her head back and gasped. A
tear leaked from the corner of one eye.

"Let's get into bed, Renee. Your sister's feeling better, see?" I
turned her around so she could see Karen masturbating. "She's a
whore, all right," I smirked, noting the slight flinch in Karen's
face as the words struck home. I continued casually, "You have a
nice shower and another soak, now. Take your time because your
sister and I want to love on each other, just the two of us." I
gave Renee a little push and without a backward glance she darted
naked out of the bathroom and jumped onto the bed, giggling. I
followed more slowly, shedding clothes as I went until, naked
myself, I stood over her. My cock throbbed and bounced as I
looked past it into the eyes of my nude preteen lover. She lay in
the center of the rumpled king-size bed with her stocky legs
straight and spread. She pressed one hand over her smooth bald
slit and smiled up at me coyly. "Is that for me?"

In response I jumped onto the bed, landing on my knees astride
her. I leaned forward, pressing my cock down until the head
touched her on the bridge of her cute upturned nose. Her
grey-green eyes crossed as she followed it. I oozed precum at the
touch of her warm skin, and I drew a shiny trail down her nose
until I butted the spongy glans against her upper lip. She leaned
her head back and her tongue darted out and licked at my frenum.
I gasped. The little minx knew how much I liked that. Then she
opened wide and gently engulfed me.

"Ohhhh, my god," I sighed. It had been several weeks since I'd
seen the children and nearly three months since I'd been able to
be alone with Renee. I didn't date any more because no grown
woman could compare with the sexiness of my child lover. The feel
of her lips stretched around my glans was indescribably
wonderful. Her tongue circled the tip and flicked across my
pisshole sending shivers through my body. I smiled down at her.
Her eyes were bright in the dimly-lit room. Her brown hair was a
bit mussed, her braids spread out across the pillow, their ends
still damp from the bath. She gently cradled my heavy sack in one
hand while the fingers of the other combed through my pubes. I
reach back and found the junction of her legs with one hand to
stroke her vulva. The smooth, hairless skin was hot and damp
beneath my fingers. Her baby clitty was just poking out a little.
I pressed gently and she shivered and giggled around her mouthful
of adult penis.

Watching my ten-year-old niece fellate me, I was panting and I
could already feel the pressure starting to build behind my nuts.
Watching Karen earn her money and briefly screwing her tight
adolescent cunt had more than primed me for Renee's prepubescent
charms. I let myself fall backwards and to one side. My cock slid
out of her mouth with an audible pop, spraying spit and precum on
the pillow and into her hair. Renee knew what I wanted, and knew
what she wanted as well, and she rolled over on top of me. She
laughed as I kissed the pads of her toes and licked the soles of
her feet in turn, then I grabbed a skinny ankle in each hand,
spread her legs and pulled. Her belly and chest slid against my
cock as she helped, squirming downwards. I shifted my grip higher
and higher on her legs until finally her hairless cunt was close
enough to smell. It was different since the last time, just like
her new boobies - spicier and stronger, but still sweet. Finally
I
 put a palm on each firm cheek, spreading them gently, and snaked
out my tongue to swipe along the thin, shiny pink gash that was
all that showed of her inner lips.

"Oooo!" Renee sighed. "Lick me, lick my cunt! That feels good,
ahhh!" She knew how much I loved it when she verbalized; I had
taught her that only the second time I had ever molested her. She
was ever my eager student and partner, absolutely unselfconscious
and uninhibited in taking and giving sexual pleasure. She lost
her words, though, when I buried my face in her tiny snatch,
slurping at the stiffening pebble of her clit and rubbing my nose
against her tightly closed vagina. For my part, I closed my eyes
and let her wonderful taste and smell, and the feel of her smooth
bare skin pressing the length of my body fill my senses.

This was my favorite position because I could caress Renee's
entire body while drinking her preteen nectar. I wrapped my arms
around her, stroking her back from her neck down to the cleft
between her firm buttocks. I played with her braids, I stroked
her sensitive underarms as she raised up, arching her back and
gasping when I playfully nipped at her clitty. I briefly slid my
thumb along her slit, lubricating it and then pressing between
her cheeks to massage the pink star of her anus. "Yeah! Yeah!"
she breathlessly urged me on as I felt the ring of muscle
relaxing and clenching. Then she let her head drop and it was my
turn to gasp as I felt the tight, hot ring of her lips slide over
my cockhead and halfway down the shaft. One small hand went
underneath my sack and the other wrapped around the root of my
engorged penis as she began expertly sliding her tongue around
and around.

I had been on the brink for too long and almost immediately I
felt my testes draw up in the prelude to orgasm. But Renee felt
it too, and from long practice knew exactly what to do. She
squeezed my shaft hard in one hand and with the other dug her
fingers into the sensitive skin just behind my scrotum.
"Uuuuurgh!" I grunted as my rising ejaculation was dammed.
Pleasure and pain stabbed through my groin and my whole body
tensed. Renee held her grip and relaxed her mouth, letting my
pulsing cock rest on her tongue and giving just enough suction to
keep drool from spilling down her chin. I shuddered and dove into
her slit with redoubled force, slurping at the thin, taut inner
lips and sucking hard on her now fully-exposed pretty pink
clitoris.

Just as my forestalled climax was ebbing, Renee reached her first
orgasm. "OooOOOooo, Ooo! Ooo! OOO!" she cried, spitting out my
cock and clamping her legs around my head. I could feel her thigh
muscles trembling as her toes dug into the rumpled bedspread and
her cunny spasmed. I shoved my tongue between her inner lips as
they fluttered open until I could just poke the taut drumskin of
her hymen, and was rewarded by a fresh portion of hot, tangy
syrup. She writhed against me. We were both sweating now and her
belly felt slick and so warm moving against my chest.
"Yeahhhhhh," she sighed out. "That's fucking great," she
exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder at me with a naughty
smile.

I was shocked by her language. "Renee, where did you learn...oh
fuck, never mind," I moaned as she noisily slurped my throbbing
tool back into her mouth. "Toss me - ah! a pillow." The child
groped over her head and handed one back. I had been craning my
neck uncomfortably so that I could reach her cunt while at the
same time give her access to my organ. I stuffed the pillow
behind my head - much better.  Renee sucked noisily while I
lapped at her steaming slit with equal abandon. Twice more over
the next ten minutes Renee felt my preorgasmic jerks and twice
more she stopped it with a remorseless grip until my groin ached
and the inside of my cock burned. Each time she released her
grip, she was rewarded with a single squirt of watery ejaculate.
Each time her whole body twitched as the hot liquid hit her soft
palate.

I had continued massaging the ten-year-old's anus with my thumb,
but had not penetrated her. Suddenly she drew her legs up so that
she was squatting over my face and mashed her bald cunny against
my chin. Her butthole relaxed and opened as she rose towards a
second peak. "Ooo, ooo, ooo, ah, AH, AH AH DO MY BUTT NOW DO IT!"
she squealed and suddenly scrambled down the length of my body.
She briefly bent my aching cock painfully downwards as she
stretched out an arm and snatched the small bottle of amyl
nitrate off the nightstand. I groped around me in the tangled
bedclothes until I found the mineral oil, uncapped it, and
squirted it wildly at my penis, splashing my entire crotch area.

I surprised Renee by rolling off the bed. My penis bounced
wildly, casting drops of lubricant everywhere. I grabbed the
naked little girl's feet and dragged her across the bed on her
stomach until her legs swung free and her waist was at the edge
of the mattress. Her feet scrabbled for purchase on the carpet.
She turned to look at me quizzically as she shoved the bottle of
Rush under her nose and inhaled deeply. I couldn't wait any
longer. I bent my knees, pressing my boner between her sweaty
buttocks. I spread those delicious cheeks wide with one hand,
exposing her backdoor, and lined up my organ, wedging the blunt
crown against her hot, twitching sphincter.

Renee threw her head back and howled as I pressed home.
"OooooOOOAAAWW FUUUUUUUUUCK!" she keened as my adult penis pushed
into the burning depths of her rectum. The hot ring clamped
around me and slid over the crown and down the length until I was
buried entirely in the child's ass. My thighs squashed hers
against the bed. Her feet kicked as the pressure of my cock
pushed her much smaller body forward. I wrapped my hands around
her upper back, my fingers squeezing her tiny boobies and
flicking at the stiff knobs of her swelling nips. The child had
her hands clasped in front of her gripping the little glass
bottle. She dropped her head back down and her ribs expanded as
she sniffed deeply.

I felt the burning ring of muscle clamp down around the base of
my cock then relax. Fresh sweat popped out all over the child's
smooth back as I reared back and, grunting, began to thrust as
hard as I could into her ass. There was no time for finesse; I
stabbed brutally over and over and over, as I felt my
long-suppressed orgasm gathering force. Renee jerked each time my
sack slapped hard against her spread vulva. "Hhhhhii! Hhhhhii!
Hhhhhii!" she panted as each thrust hammered against her
diaphragm and forced the breath from her. Her voice got higher
and higher until - "OOOoooOOO! OOO! OOO!" - she raised her head
again and her muscles clamped down, then her entire body began
trembling wildly. Her eyes were wide, showing white all the way
around, and her mouth opened in a perfect little circle as the
drug coursing through her immature system boosted her pleasure
far beyond what a ten-year-old child should be capable of
experiencing.

"ARGH!" I groaned as the first shot of my ejaculation burned its
way past the incredibly tight ring of the fourth-grader's
sphincter and splattered into her bowels. All my muscles
contracted with each spasm and I fell forward, supporting myself
on my elbows but pressed full-length over my child lover, the top
of her head under my chin. I stabbed my cock into her over and
over as three months of longing boiled out of me. Renee grunted
as the gooey liquid warmth spread inside her, lubricating and
easing the anal friction she had learned to enjoy so much. A
pearly froth squished out around her violated anus, coating her
spread cheeks and matting my pubes. My penis felt like a neon
light inside, burning bright with each squirt. There was an
almost unbearable ring of pleasure and pain at the base where the
child squeezed me unmercifully.

After what seemed like an eternity my orgasm subsided. I felt the
tension start to drain out of me. I reached forward and took the
bottle of Rush from Renee's clenched hands and put it on the
nightstand. She spread her arms out over her head, elbows bent,
and turned her head to rest her cheek on the rumpled spread. Her
back rose and fell with her slowing breaths. Pressed against her
I could feel her heart hammering. She squirmed her tight little
butt against me. I lifted up and ran my hands down the smooth
damp skin of her back. My eyes drank in the beautiful sight of
her child-sized ass split wide and penetrated by my adult
thickness. One grey-green eye looked at me. "Ow," the
fourth-grader said in an incongruously matter-of-fact tone.

Her sphincter was reddened, slightly swollen, and surrounded by a
white froth. It clung to my shaft as I started to withdraw. "No!"
she said, rolling over on one elbow to look at me full-face.
"No," she repeated more softly, "don't take it out yet. I like
it. It's sore but it's all warm and gooshy inside."

I smiled at her childish description of how my semen felt filling
her bowels. "OK, but I can't stand like this, my legs are getting
tired."  I leaned over and slid my arms underneath Renee's stocky
body, and stood up so that I held her with my arms wrapped just
below her titties and she was still deeply penetrated. She
grunted and raised her knees as her insides shifted around me. I
hadn't gone soft at all and I sighed in pleasure at the feel of
my ten-year-old niece impaled on my penis. With a little more
maneuvering we ended up in the center of the bed. I was propped
up against the headboard and Renee reclined against me. Her legs
were spread, knees bent and feet turned outwards with her soles
pressing against my shins. We sighed together as she settled down
against me, tensing and relaxing her butt cheeks and squeezing my
tool until she was comfortable.

I buried my nose in her wavy brown hair and sniffed. She smelled
delicious, like flowers and clean little-girl sweat, but also
like cunt juice and cum, the perfect mix of innocence and sex. I
flexed my cock and she grunted as it swelled in her bottom. I
stroked my hands up and down her body, caressing her neck,
palming her plum-sized preteen titties, kneading her chubby belly
and feeling the firm muscles underneath. She giggled and
squirmed, then grunted again as my organ moved inside her. "That
tickles."

"This is awesome, Renee," I murmured, bending to kiss her ear and
the back of her neck. "I love that we're lovers." She leaned
forward and I began to rub her smooth back gently, marveling at
how slight she was. My other hand drifted down between her legs
and she murmured pleasure and spread her legs wider as I gently
traced the damp line of her slit, pausing to circle the small bud
of her clitoris. "I didn't know you'd kept your penis from
vacation last Christmas. I hope you hide it good."

"Uh huh," she nodded vigorously. "It's in the back of my closet
where the floor comes up." I nodded; she was referring to a
makeshift access panel to some amateur plumbing work a previous
owner of their house had done. "I just take it out sometimes and
wear it when Mommy and Daddy aren't home."

"Why?" I asked.

Renee ducked her head, suddenly shy. "I dunno. I just...like to
look at it." Her ten-year-old mind was groping for words.  "I
take my clothes off and dance in the mirror. I pretend I have a
real one and...I feel good inside." She paused. "Is that weird?"

"No, honey, I don't think it's weird at all. It's different, but
I already know what a special little girl you are. And you know
better than to tell anyone else, right?"

"Duh!" She rolled her eyes at me. "Except for...never mind." Even
in my post-coital lassitude that alarmed me a bit and I started
to probe more deeply - metaphorically, this time - when the
bathroom door opened. I hadn't even noticed when the shower had
stopped, but Karen had completed her ablutions. She stood naked,
blinking in the dim light of the muted television. Her skin was
pink from the heat. The scratches on her sides had faded and her
cunt, though still swollen and wide open, looked less irritated.
Her face was clean of makeup and her hair was brushed out and
pulled into a simple ponytail. As her eyes adjusted and she took
in her younger sister cuddled in my arms, her legs moving
slightly as I gently masturbated her, I saw her shoulders slump
and the same sad, wistful expression settle on her childish
features.

Karen stooped gracefully to pick something up, then crossed the
room and put one knee on the bed. Her eyes were shiny with unshed
tears. "Renee...please?" she said plaintively. In her hand was
the strapon. She had picked it up from where Renee had skinned
out of it earlier.

"Renee?" I looked down at my younger niece. She squirmed
uncomfortably and even the delicious feeling of her asshole
rotating around my penetrating organ didn't distract me. She
craned her  neck back to look in my eyes, and her expression was
abashed.

"That's the other thing," she said softly. "Sometimes Karen wants
me to..." she paused, her voice dropping even further. "You
know...do it...with her. Like if she's been whoring and someone
was mean..."

I looked from one child to the other. They were both blushing.
Well, I certainly didn't want them to be embarrassed by a little
lesbian transsexual incest. "You did that once before," I said
nonchalantly, referring to the beach party last year. "What's the
big deal?"

"But that was just 'cause you asked, and Karen was crying!" Renee
burst out. "I...when we do it now I...it feels good...I like it."
She couldn't keep eye contact with me.

"Oh, honey," I said. I had stopped masturbating her and instead
was rubbing her narrow shoulders in what I hoped was a comforting
fashion. "There's nothing wrong with feeling good. That's what
your body is for. You're making yourself feel good but you're
helping your sister, too. I'm really proud of you."

"Really?" Renee looked at me wide-eyed and her expression was so
vulnerable my heart melted.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rocked her,
squeezing her tight. Her cheeks flexed around my cock. "Really."
I tilted her chin back and bent so that I could kiss her lips. "I
love you so much, Renee," I breathed into her mouth. "And you," I
said brightly, looking over at Karen. "You need a good fucking
from your sister, huh?" Still blushing, Karen nodded. "Well, I
have a great idea."

It took a little bit of doing to get Renee's appliance properly
attached without disengaging from her, but it was worth it.
Within moments she proudly sprouted the rubber cock from her lap,
giggling self-consciously as it waved in the air. At my direction
Karen stood over us, balancing with her hands on my shoulders as
she squatted. Renee grasped her penis, holding it as naturally as
if she'd had one all her life, and aimed it at Karen's gaping
pussy lips. All three of us sighed together as the older girl
gradually lowered herself until she was fully embedded, her labia
stretched and pressed against the strap-on's crotch plate. Renee
grunted as her big sister's weight pressed her down hard onto my
still-erect cock and I caught my breath as the head bumped
against some obstruction or curve in the fourth-grader's bowel.

I sat up, wrapping my arms around both girls. Karen winced when
her breasts were crushed against Renee's collarbone. The bruising
was pretty spectacular now, plum and green and sickly yellow
discoloring her pale golden skin. I loosened my grip and put my
hands on her shoulders instead, and sat up some so Karen could
wrap her arms around my back. Renee reached down and cupped
Karen's ass cheeks, supporting her just enough so she could slide
her feet out and wrap her legs around us. Then, slowly, clumsily,
the three of us started moving together. It took a while but
eventually we found a rhythm. Karen lifted slightly as I pulled
my pelvis back, then she dropped and I pushed forward so that
both girls were stuffed full. "Ah...ah...ah," Karen sighed with
each penetration.

Renee leaned forward to nuzzle her big sister's neck, at the same
time raising her hand to caress her hair. "Good little whore,"
she crooned. "Karen's a pretty whore, a whory whore, a silly
whore..." Her voice took on a sing-song cadence as she continued.

I realized that Karen's sighs had turned to sniffles. She was
crying again, but this time she was calm. "Stanley..." she gasped
out. "He hurt me. He hurt me bad," she told Renee.

"It's OK," Renee soothed her, as if she were talking to a toddler
instead of a child two years older and close to a foot taller.
"How did he hurt you?"

"He hit me...hit me on my babycunt. Hit me hard, oh, it hurt so
bad. And then..." Karen gulped, gathering herself. "He made a dog
fuck me!" It spilled out of her in a rush.

At this point I intervened. "No, sweetie," I said calmly as I
swiveled my hips to drive my cock deeper into Renee's ass. "He
didn't make you. You let that dog fuck you. You're a dog-fucking
whore." Just the sound of my own voice saying that made  my
stomach clench and my balls tighten.

"No!" Karen protested. She was blushing furiously through her
tears. "I didn't...I tried to stop..."

"You didn't try very hard," I replied, calmly but implacably.
"You could have pushed the dog off but instead you opened your
legs. Yes, you did, I saw it. Everyone saw it." I continued as
Karen shook her head. "You're a dog-fucking whore, but that's all
right. The dog liked it, and so did you. Everyone saw that, too."


"No...no..." Karen cried harder, shaking and gasping and moaning.
Her cunt squelched as fresh juice flowed out around her sister's
prosthetic penis and her hips were starting to jerk erratically.

"Don't lie, Karen. You don't want to lie to your sister, do you?"
I wanted to say more, to continue overpowering the confused child
with my version of events, but I was breathless now with lust,
thrusting up harder and harder as Renee's hot ass squeezed
against me. "Do you?" I insisted.

"No..." Karen gasped out. And she broke down, sobbing helplessly.
"I'm...I'm a dog-fucking whore," she blubbered.

"It's OK, Karen," Renee piped up. "I love you. You can fuck dogs,
or...or even elephants but I'll love you
no...oh!...matter...ah!...WHAT!" Renee half-shrieked the last
word as I stiffened and lifted my ass off the bed, shoving into
her backside as hard as I could as my orgasm boiled over. This
one hurt more than the last, but it hurt gloriously as semen
forced itself past the clenching ring of her anus and the heat of
climax overwhelmed me.

I slumped back, drenched in sweat and suddenly exhausted. Renee
continued to ride my cock, though, milking the final spasms from
me as Karen's moans got louder and higher-pitched. I was mostly
asleep when the older girl finally squealed and stiffened, and
then fell over on her side. The rubber cock slid out of her with
an obscene squish and wobbled upright, dripping with her creamy
secretions. Through slitted eyes I saw her curl up and put her
fist to her mouth, her eyes closing and face already relaxing.
Renee grabbed the shaft of the prosthetic with one hand and
wormed the other underneath it. She panted more and more loudly,
rhythmically pressing her hot, sweaty back against me. I dozed to
the lovely wet sounds of female masturbation. Her orgasm was the
last thing I felt as sleep overtook me.

I woke sometime later with an urgent need to urinate. Renee had
disengaged herself from me. She and Karen were face-to-face,
embracing on their sides. Karen had one leg thrown over her
younger sister. In the blue light from the silent tv her pale
skin contrasted with Renee's more olive tone. As I stood I saw
that Karen's cunt was spread open and shallowly penetrated by
Renee's penis. I peed and cleaned myself off a bit and when I
came out of the bathroom I realized that the girls were not
asleep, but carrying on an intense whispered conversation. Karen
wiped tears from her face as Renee spoke, too softly for me to
understand. I took a pillow and snuggled up behind Renee. My
thoroughly exhausted penis nestled between her warm cheeks. I
threw my arm across both girls and sleep claimed me again.




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