Message-ID: <58704asstr$1236881401@assm.asstr.org>
From: Rufus Fugit <rufusfugit@yahoo.com>
Reply-To: rufusfugit@yahoo.com
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 7 (College Visit 7) (Mg, gg, ped, cons, tg, oral, exhib) by Rufus Fugit
Lines: 727
Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:10:01 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


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
as authorship is properly credited and these introductory
paragraphs are included, and you adhere to the terms set forth at
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/.

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, Book II, part 7 (College Visit 7) (Mg, gg, ped,
cons, tg, oral, exhib) by Rufus Fugit

The children were fucking. That's what woke me up.

Not all at once. It had been a late and rather busy night for me
so I slept hard. The first thing I became aware of, before I was
really awake at all, was the bed gently rocking beneath me. Next
came the unmistakable sound of penetration, the slick, muted,
rhythmic hiss of friction against well-lubricated vaginal
tissues.  And rising and falling in tandem  Karen's voice, the
soft, high-pitched gasps, sighs, and whimpers of the preteen's
sexual pleasure.

I took a deep breath as I swam closer to alertness, and yet
another sense joined the symphony - a delicious, spicy scent
filled my nose. At age twelve Karen's cunt cream was gaining in
pungency as she moved further and further into puberty. The bed
reeked of sex, the sheets permeated by the mingled stale smells
of my semen, both children's juices, and all of our sweat, but
fresh waves of Karen's smell washed over me. It's the most
primitive sense, you know, and it triggered the most primitive
reaction - my penis stirred against my thigh in my loose pajama
bottoms.

The thin hotel bedspread tickled my nose. I rubbed it absently,
stretched, and opened my eyes to behold a perverse and thrilling
site. The blackout curtains were pulled so the room was lit only
by the muted television. The shifting light played over the two
naked children sharing my bed. Karen was flat on her back. Her
long, coltish legs were splayed wide, knees slightly bent, feet
turned outwards. Five delicate toes with their chipping pink
polish almost brushed my chin as they curled and flexed; her head
was at the foot of the bed with her waist-length blond hair
hanging to the floor.

Ten-year-old Renee lay between her older sister's thighs. The two
girls were belly-to-belly but Renee had her hands planted on
either side of Karen's lean torso, supporting herself and
carefully not touching Karen's abused breasts. The teacup-sized
mounds were covered in mottled bruises and there were tiny scabs
on either side of her swollen nipples. Renee was sporting a new
pair of boobies herself; the plum-sized half-globes were only
recently sprouted and they jiggled ever so slightly as Renee's
butt rose and fell. It was the depths of winter but even so her
firm, round cheeks were several shades darker than Karen's pale
complexion, like her dark brown braids contrasted against the
older girl's dirty blond. As I watched those delicious cheeks
clench and release, the pale strip of elastic that held up her
strap-on shifted, baring the very bottom of her smooth, bald slit
as it slid to bind against one chubby cuntlip. From where I lay I
had a perfect view
 of the realistic molded latex, paler than either child, sliding
out of Karen's soaked cunny, then filling her up again as Renee
pressed down.

My heart raced and my cock rose to full mast almost immediately.
It was not just the incredibly perverse eroticism of the two
preteens locked in their incestuous embrace, but knowing the
history that had brought us here. Little more than a year ago,
Karen had stood frozen in shock as she beheld me ejaculating onto
her little sister's face. They had been normal little girls.
Renee had never touched herself in a sexual way and Karen was
only making her first, fumbling - and guilt-ridden - experiments
with masturbation. And that had been the lever I used to ensure
her silence. I had shown her just how much pleasure her
eleven-year-old cunny could give her. The intensity of her
sexuality, far in advance of her tender years, had shocked us
both. That was probably where it really started. Her silence was
all I wanted at first, but when she put such a potent weapon in
my hand I couldn't help but use it, for my own amusement if for
no other reason. Before long I
 had trapped the child in a cycle of ever-increasing depravity.
The more her body learned to crave sexual pleasure, the deeper
her shame and fear of discovery became. The crucial blow to her
self-esteem was convincing her not only that she was a whore, but
that she was so by God's design. She took her faith as seriously
as an eleven-year-old could, and being told by an authority
figure that the confused maelstrom of shameful pleasure was what
God wanted for her only compounded the poor child's helplessness.
Now she felt guilty not only for engaging in sex and enjoying it,
but for being unable to accept God's will. WIth the central
certainty of her life destroyed she looked to me, the only adult
who knew her guilty secrets, for guidance. And oh, how I guided
her. Within a few short weeks I had guided her to crouch naked in
her elementary school playground to fellate me; I had guided her
brutal defloration in her own living room, fucking her until it
hurt
 her to walk; then came actual prostitution, gang-bangs, selling
herself to strangers - all of it she did willingly enough, but
hating herself for the desires she couldn't control. And now, a
year later, she had a secret bank account in five figures, all
earned by her burning preteen cunt.

Karen inhaled as Renee lifted herself, putting her weight on her
hands and knees. I licked my lips watching the younger girl's
glutes and thighs tense. She had started studying aikido a few
months ago and already her leg muscles were showing a little
definition. There was an irregular splotch of dried semen flaking
on the inside of her cheeks, and one tiny spot of rust-brown just
above her perineum.

"Ahhh!" Karen sighed explosively as Renee arched her back and
drove the dildo deeply once more into her big sister. I admired
the sweep of her arched back, the play of her shoulderblades
beneath the slightly sweaty skin. The children's bellies rubbed
together softly.

I'm not sure where she'd learned it, but Renee had become quite
the little cocksman. She varied her stroke, now deep and slow,
withdrawing until just the tip of the latex toy spread Karen's
lips; now short, brutal stabs, making the older girl flinch and
her long legs jump; now gyrating her tight little butt and
corkscrewing "her" penis, grinding her mound against Karen's
swollen, slick clitoris. Karen jerked and writhed beneath the
smaller girl. "Oh...ohhhh...oh! Ow! Oh! Ow! OW!" she groaned as
Renee thrust but when the little girl backed off, forced out
"Keep going!" between gritted teeth.

Renee was almost cheek-to-cheek, murmuring in Karen's ear. I sat
up a bit so I could hear. "Do you like my penis, whore?" she was
saying. "Do you like being fucked by my big penis?" Renee's round
face was serious. Her cheeks were shiny with sweat and she was
panting a bit with exertion, but I didn't see any particular
signs of sexual arousal in the fourth-grader. Her hairless cunt,
what I could see of it, was dry. Instead there was a peculiar
concentrated expression her face. Her eyes were wide, but her
gaze was turned inward. She was enjoying pleasuring her sister,
no question. The enjoyment was born out of love for the older
girl, but also, I surmised, from the strange gratification she
was drawing from imagining herself the proud owner of a real
penis.

Karen, though, was another matter. "Oh, yes," she gulped. Renee
was following her instructions, concentrating on short, sharp,
hard thrusts. Karen's spread legs twitched and jumped with each
shock. But was it pain or pleasure she felt? Her lips were peeled
back from her teeth; was that a grimace, or a sneer, or a grin?
"Oh, yes, oh, ow, OW, oh, jeez, oh, fuck my babycunt, I'm a
whore, so hot, oh so hot, oh, ohhhhhhh, OH!" She wrapped her
hands around the small of Renee's back, pulling their skinny hips
together and grinding her lightly-furred pubis against the
strap-on. She spread her skinny legs wider, straightening her
knees and digging her heels into the bed. Her sloppy cunt made
slurping noises as juice squelched out around the latex shaft,
staining the rumpled bedclothes underneath the children. "Owwwww,
jeez fuck me, fuck ME, fuck ME, oh GOD fuck MEEE!" Her voice
hitched and I realized she was crying, her emotions overwhelmed
by the pleasure
 boiling up from her engorged clitty and her stuffed vagina.

"I love you, Karen," Renee whispered as she picked up speed,
fucking harder until she was almost bouncing on the bed. The skin
of the girls' bare bellies slapped together. "I love you, silly,
nasty, silly, whory, whore! Love you whory whore, whory whore,
whory whory dirty whore..." Karen cried harder as a flush spread
and deepened across her face, neck, and upper chest. Renee's head
drooped and she looked down to watch the penis pistoning noisily
in and out, in and out of Karen's gaping cunt. Then she lowered
her upper body until her lips just brushed against one perky,
bruised nipple. Karen gasped loudly and squirmed, trying to break
the painful contact, but Renee opened her mouth and, gently but
firmly, seized the swollen pink nub in her teeth and bit down.

"AAAAAAIIIIGGH!" Karen's body humped up in a rigid bow, coming
off the bed entirely except for her shoulders and heels.  The
sheet, drenched in her preteen cunt cream, clung to her backside.
Her eyes opened wide but sightlessly and her lips peeled back
from her teeth as her body jerked violently in orgasmic spasms.
"AIE! AIE! AIIIIEEeeee..." She ran out of breath and collapsed on
the bed, shuddering all over as pleasure overwhelmed her poor
overtaxed body. She locked her ankles and pressed her heels
against the small of Renee's back, holding herself deeply
penetrated as her body trembled rapidly and tears poured down the
sides of her face. The twelve-year-old tossed her head from side
to side, moaning unintelligibly and plastering strands of her
long hair to her damp forehead.

After a long two minutes Karen finally went limp, exhausted from
her orgasm. I realized I'd been holding both my breath and my
cock and I let them go. Of the three of us, only Renee was
unfazed. She sat back on her ankles, withdrawing her strapon from
Karen's ravaged cunt with a loud slurp. The dildo bounced in the
air, casting drops of Karen's cunt cream onto her stomach. Karen
shuddered as it pulled out but Renee was already clambering off
the bed. She scampered into the bathroom and returned with the
tube of medicated anesthetic lotion. She stood by the side of the
bed and squirted a generous glob onto Karen's gaping vulva. It
was still swollen and red but the rash was fading - she had
scratched off most of the top layer last night in her drug-addled
frenzy, leaving moist, new skin that oozed just a bit of clear
liquid. However, her tender labia and her clit were dotted with
dozens of tiny pinprick scabs, the result of the brutal spanking
Stanley had
 administered with a wire brush.

Karen groaned softly and shivered as Renee gently massaged the
cream into her big sister's crotch. Her breathing slowed and
deepened as Renee worked. The fourth-grader's artificial penis
bobbled and bounced off the mattress. Finally she patted Karen's
cunt gently and leaned over to kiss the older girl gently on the
forehead. Karen responded with a soft snore.

"She'll sleep for awhile," Renee said to me. "I'm hungry, can we
get pancakes for breakfast?" Her words hardly registered. I was
drinking in the sight of my ten-year-old niece, naked except for
the fake penis jutting out from her crotch. It was ludicrously
oversized on her short figure. It was shiny with her big sister's
secretions, as were her thighs and her abdomen. The television
light glinted off the moisture where her belly narrowed down to
the V of her concealed vulva. Her barely formed titties rode high
on her chest, their fat nipples jiggling as her breathing slowed
to normal. I stood up. I was wearing my pj bottoms but my penis
poked out of their open fly, of a similar size with the child's
prosthetic  but about at the level of her neck.

I stepped forward, angling my tool up so that the head slid up
her chin, smearing my precum on her lips. "Oh, Renee, you're so
sexy, suck my cock for me, I want to feed you my juice, wanna
squirt in your mouth..."

But Renee clamped her lips against my hot flesh and shook her
head. Her braids swung as she pushed against my thighs and
stepped back. "I said, I'm hungry. I don't wanna do sex now, my
butt still hurts from last night." And she flounced over to the
closet, leaving me literally standing with my dick in my hand. As
I stood there bemused she rummaged in her suitcase. She bent to
step into a pair of pink and white striped panties, then turned
to face me. The panties rode low, just below the slight pudge of
her belly over her hipbones. The upper half of the strapon was
visible above the elastic lace, pressed against her stomach and
centered exactly above the little bow attached to the front of
the undergarment. The realistic scrotum bulged the cotton-lined
crotch. Her plum-sized boobies were high on her narrow chest. Her
unraveling braids framed her round face as she tilted her head
slightly, looking quizzically at my drooling cock pointed
directly at her.
 "Are you a perv?" she asked.

I couldn't help smiling at her matter-of-fact tone. "Where'd you
hear that word?"

"My friend Raj. He says that a grownup that likes to touch kids
is a perv. He says pervs hurt kids, too."

"I don't hurt you, do I?"

"Yeah, you do. My butt burns a really lot, it's going to be sore
all day."

The fourth-grader had a point. "Well, but I didn't hurt you just
to hurt you. You had a great orgasm last night, right? I always
want you to feel really good because you're my lover."

"So if you don't hurt on purpose, you're not a perv?"

"Oh, no, I'm definitely a perv," I smiled again. "And so are you.
All it really means is that you like doing sex
differently...well, just differently from the person who's
calling you a perv."

"Raj doesn't do any kind of sex at all yet. He thinks it's
gross."

"That's one of the things that makes you special - hardly any
kids your age don't think it's gross. But that makes you a perv,
too, especially when you wear your penis like that. I've never
heard of another little girl anywhere that liked having a penis."

Renee's brow lowered and she looked up at me. Her grey-green eyes
appeared very dark in the dim light. "But...it's ok, right?" she
half-whispered. Her face was open and it was clear she was
worried about my answer.

"Of course it is, honey." I stepped forward and gathered her in a
hug. My cock pressed against the warm skin of her chest, but I
did my best to ignore the lust it provoked, concentrating instead
on the tenderness I felt. It was unusual for Renee to show
anything but a completely self-confident face to me or the rest
of the world. I bent to kiss the top of her head. "You are
perfect just the way you are. But you know it has to be a secret,
right, just like our sex is? Because Mommy and Daddy and other
grownups would make you stop."

"And like fucking Karen?"

"Right, that too. About that...wait, are you going to wear your
penis to breakfast?"

"Can I?"

I considered for a second, then pulled a largish pullover shirt
from her suitcase and held it up to her bare chest. "Sure, why
not?" Renee struggled into the red turtleneck then finished
dressing in embroidered jeans, her shiny vinyl snowboots, puffy
coat and a multicolored knit snowboarding cap with earflaps. We
headed out, leaving her big sister sprawled naked on the bed in
the center of an enormous wet spot. Thick cream still oozed
slowly from Karen's gaping cunt. Her mound and swollen clitoris
rose and fell slightly with her breathing as she slept.

Sitting in the car, waiting for it to warm up and thaw the ice
that opaqued the windows, I started a game. "Hey there, is that
your penis, little girl?" I asked Renee, pressing my hand on her
belly until I could feel the bulge through her clothing.

Renee beamed and spread her short legs wide on the seat, opening
her coat and lifting her shirt to expose her tummy - and the top
of the sex toy she was wearing - in the frigid air. "Yup!" she
exclaimed proudly.

"Wow, that's a really nice penis! I like it, it's really big! Can
I play with your penis?" Renee  gigglingly assented and I
continued in that vein. I wrapped my hand around the latex
prosthesis and mimed jacking it, wiggling it around and shaking
it, all the time praising "her" organ in an exaggerated singsong
voice. Renee laughed and wiggled in her seat belt but her cheeks
glowed and her eyes shone with a pleasure beyond just the joke. I
kept my hand in the ten-year-old's crotch as we started the slow
drive to the breakfast place but I only touched the strapon, not
her warm skin and I definitely didn't dig into her panties for
her actual treasure.

There was patchy ice all over the streets so I was driving very
carefully, but I nearly skidded into a pole when I felt a small,
warm hand slide under my coat and grope between my own legs. "Hey
there, is that your penis, mister?" Renee mimicked me as she
squeezed gently. The combination of the unexpected fondling and
her  fake-innocent voice shot my blood pressure through the roof.
Renee laughed aloud as I gasped and the car swerved a little.

Holy smokes, it was awesome! Renee was so experienced, she knew
just what I liked - no wonder, since I'd carefully groomed her
for a year before coaxing her into actual sex, when she'd proved
an eager partner - but she still had a child's playfulness, and
that came through now as she pretended to an innocence that was
long gone. "Wow, that's a really nice penis, mister! Can I play
with it?" I spared a glance from the road. Her eyes were dancing
and her face was split with a grin. I gulped and nodded and
before I knew it the little girl had dived sideways on the seat.
Her hands fumbled at the snap of my jeans and then I felt cold
little fingers tugging at my underwear and - whoa - skimming down
my shaft.

My organ swelled until I felt like the skin would split open as I
was gently masturbated by the giggling fourth-grader. She tugged
my underwear down below my balls and proceeded to fondle up and
down with one hand while she gently twisted the other around and
around my glans, which quickly became slippery with precum. My
heart was pounding and my foot trembled on the accelerator. It
was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road as Renee chuckled
and cooed in her baby voice. "I like your penis, it's ever so
big! Wonder what it tastes like?" And oh shit, the next thing I
felt was the flick of her tongue against my frenum. I took an
extra spin around the block while the fourth-grader nipped and
nibbled and licked at my erection until it was slick with her
saliva and precum and chilling in the cold air. I could feel my
cum start to rise, but so could Renee. Ten years old and playing
the baby, she nevertheless recognized the signs of impending male
orgasm.
 "Uh-uh, no squirties before breakfast!" she declared and sat up
prim and proper. I pulled into the parking lot and there we sat,
adult and child bundled up against the cold except for our
penises - mine real and twitching in the cold, hers rubber but
larger - standing straight up from our open trousers. We looked
at each other as I shut off the engine and burst into laughter.

"Dare ya to go inside like that!" I said to Renee between
chuckles. "Dare you!" she shot right back. And so - yes, it was
taking a ridiculous chance - that's what we did. With our jeans
buttoned but our flies open and our wieners poking up underneath
our zipped coats we waddled hand-in-hand into the warm air of the
breakfast restaurant. We took the farthest booth and sat
side-by-side with our backs to the room.

It was an interesting meal. We spent a good part of it trying to
reach underneath each others' coats at strategic moments to make
the other snort their breakfast out their nose. I was definitely
at a disadvantage as the only player with skin in the game, so to
speak. I had my usual eggs (scrambled) and bacon (crisp), toast,
juice, and coffee. Renee had a waffle and sausage links. In
between screwing around, though, we had some serious
conversation. Renee was at the age where her views on morality
and behavior were pretty black and white; her memories of Stanley
from when she was a toddler were good and she was having trouble
wrapping her head around his recent actions which Karen had told
her about in more detail while I slept. And she was positively
outraged when I mentioned how he threatened to post video of
Karen's encounter with the dog on the internet. "He better not!"
she declared. "If Mommy and Daddy see it they'll make Karen stop
whoring, and
 then she'll be all sad again. What'll she do if she can't fuck
when she needs to?" I agreed the situation was serious and I
tried to make her understand that most people had good bits and
bad bits all mixed together. She was chewing that over and I was
trying to figure out how to deal with Stanley during the trip
back home, which all made the drive back to the hotel fairly
subdued.

It was still too early to call Stanley and fortunately our plans
had been made before the trip - he was to be packed up and ready
to go by midafternoon. We were to head for home then, get as far
as we could, stop and spend one more night in a hotel. If we made
decent time today, we should get back right around dinnertime
tomorrow. Stanley was going to spend the first few of days of his
winter break with Jenny and Rob, then travel on to visit his
birth parents for the rest of it. So I had that long to change
the boy's attitude but I still had no idea how to go about it.

Karen was still asleep, naked in the middle of the damp sheets.
The room reeked of her cunt. She had rolled over onto her
stomach. She was lying on one down-thrust arm. Her legs were open
and her hand cupped her gaping cunt. She was stroking herself
erratically as she slept, sighing and twitching her legs. I
looked at my watch. "Hmm, the stores will be open," I muttered
half to myself. "How about this, Renee? Let's do some shopping. I
think your sister deserves some presents to make her feel better.
By the time we get back it'll be time to pack up, then we can
swim until Stanley's ready to go." I left Karen a note along with
a twenty-dollar bill on the nightstand so she could order
something to eat when she woke up.

The nearby mall was kind of small and seedy - the town wasn't big
enough to support a major shopping destination, a regional center
had opened not long ago in the next county over, and the
recession had kind of pushed everything downhill. Still, there
were enough shops open that I figured we could find what we
needed. First thing, I wanted to set up a little surprise for
Renee. As she released her seatbelt I leaned over and grabbed the
ten-year-old's crotch, squeezing the rubber cock she still wore
beneath her jeans and pressing it lightly against the warmth of
her preteen cunt. "You still wearing your penis?" I asked. She
rolled her eyes at me, well, duh. That eye-roll was the best
evidence so far that my little sex partner was approaching
adolescence. We had undone her braids before we left and retied
her hair into a simple ponytail, then pinned it up beneath her
snowboarding cap, leaving her neck bare above the collar of her
polyfill coat. "I dare you
 to wear it the whole time we're in the mall." Renee looked at me
suspiciously. Since she was already wearing it now she figured
there had to be a catch but she couldn't see what it might be. I
pressed her a bit and she good-naturedly (if a bit reluctantly)
took the dare.

We dashed through the cold to the mall entrance. Once inside I
consulted the directory. The fluorescent lighting made the
interior look shabbier than it really was, but the tile floor was
dull and the empty storefronts were dark and grimy-looking. First
on our way was the Spencer's where we found some padded
handcuffs. I consulted Renee on color and she agreed Karen would
prefer the blue fake fur over the pink or acid green. Next was a
Hot Topic-ish knockoff, where I left Renee perusing some studded
collars to make a quick stop in the Rat Shack next door. After
purchasing Renee's choice our next stop was the pet superstore
where we collaborated on selecting a rhinestone-studded
leatherette leash that matched the cuffs.

Renee clutched the bags in one hand. I took her other one and led
her, not back towards where we came in as she expected, but into
the discount department store that was the mall's one remaining
anchor. As we threaded our way to the girls' clothing department
I said, "You deserve something for being such a good sister. Not
every kid would understand if her sister was such a total whore
like Karen." I found some racks of dresses in her size range.
"You're starting to grow up a bit, too," I continued. At present
Renee's only dresses were, well, dressy - for church and such.
For daily wear she preferred jeans, shorts, some
skort/culottes/whatever they call them now, with tshirts and the
occasional more feminine blouse.

I perused the selection. I'd heard a lot of parents of girls
complaining about the proliferation of slutwear for preteens, to
the exclusion of nearly everything else. That didn't seem to be
the problem here, even though given the time of year I was
looking at the spring and summer collections. What annoyed me
more than that was the commercialization - Miley Cyrus' simpering
face was nearly everywhere, and High School Musical seemed to
fill most of the gaps. Still, I was able to find several designs
that Jenny would approve of. From those Renee chose a selection
in various shades of her favored purple. I further canvassed the
racks for the range of sizes I thought were about right.

The fitting room area was deserted - indeed, the entire store was
pretty empty - so stealth wasn't necessary for me to slip in with
my fourth-grade niece. I was pleased to note that the cubicle
doors were not saloon-style - no gap at the bottom exposing
patrons' feet and shins - though the walls were only seven or
eight feet high, open to the big-box store's ceiling much further
above us.

Once inside I hung the dresses on the wall while Renee tossed her
hat and coat on the bench. I turned to see her hopping on one
foot as she pulled off first one, then the other snowboot. She
unsnapped her jeans but before she could shimmy out of them I
grasped the hem of her turtleneck shirt and pulled it up. She
raised her arms and made a muffled sound as the tight neck pulled
over her head and popped off, somewhat deranging her pinned-up
ponytail. She shook her head while I tugged her jeans down her
straight hips and let them puddle around her ankles. She stepped
out of them and stood clad only in a pair of fuzzy wool socks and
her pink-and-white striped panties. The halogen lights far
overhead cast bright, shadowless white light down on us. It was a
little cool in the store and as my eyes traveled the length of
her beautiful pre-pubescent body, I noticed that the nipples on
her tight little boobies were crinkled and poking out. And there
was her
 penis. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the stiff
rod bulging out her little girl panties. The top half of the
latex shaft stuck straight up out of her waistband, the top of it
pressing into the slight pudge of her belly and covering her
innie navel, pointing directly up between her nascent breasts.

I was staring. Renee looked up at me quizzically. "What?" she
said. She simply had no idea how breathtakingly, bizarrely
beautiful she looked, half-naked with an adult-sized penis
sprouting from her undeveloped pubis. I stepped forward until we
were almost touching, putting my left hand on the smooth, warm
skin between her shoulderblades to keep her from stepping back. I
looked down at her, then wormed my other hand between us and
grabbed the head of the dildo in loosely curled fingers and
wiggled it gently back and forth. "Is that your penis, little
girl?" I whispered.

Renee's head jerked back and she looked in my eyes. Her boobies
rose and fell rapidly as she breathed through her mouth. "Yes,"
she whispered back.

"It's a very nice penis," I returned. I dropped to my knees and
pushed against the child's thighs gently, backing her up until
she sat on the cubicle's bench. I put one hand on each knobby
knee - there was a healed scab on the right one - and gently
pried them apart. I locked eyes with the beautiful ten-year-old
as I bent forward, leaning down until I could swipe my tongue up
the four inches or so of the tube above the waistband of her
panties. I licked my lips. The flavor of Karen's cunt was strong
on the latex. "Such a nice penis," I repeated. "Can I suck your
penis?"

Renee's eyes were wide and shiny. There were twin spots of red
high on her cheeks. Her breath was audible, almost panting. I
could feel the heat rising off her belly on my own face, smell
her sweet little-girl smell. "Uh huh," she gasped out, nodding
jerkily.

Never breaking eye contact, I pulled forward on the strapon,
angling it out so that I could suck the end into my mouth. Renee
shivered as her panties stretched open and the base pressed
against her smooth mound. The muscles in her abdomen tensed and
her thighs twitched as I made a ring of my lips and began sucking
rhythmically, rising and falling. I wrapped one hand around the
dildo and pressed the other in the small of her back, worming my
fingers down to squeeze the top of her butt cheeks. With each
stroke I put pressure on her bald cunny behind the appliance's
crotch plate. Memories danced behind my eyes, memories of much
younger days, of hairless penises like my own, of the sweaty
smell of the bigger boys, of surprise and dismay the first time a
bigger boy grabbed my head and held me as my mouth filled with
sticky goo.

Memory merged with reality as I felt two small hands tangle in my
hair. Renee was panting in earnest now, and the skin underneath
her eyes was shiny. "You're a perv," she whispered down at me.
"You're sucking a kid's penis."

"YOU'RE a perv," I whispered right back. "You're a little girl
WITH a penis." I lipped along the length of the shaft. "And," I
continued, "You fuck your sister. I can taste your sister's cunt
on your penis. Do you like fucking your sister?" She managed a
jerky nod. "What part do you like best about it?"

"It...it makes her feel good. I love her. And..." The blush
spread across her face, but Renee wasn't shy about her childish
sexuality, just excited and maybe a bit confused at trying to put
what she felt into words for the first time. "...And, I like
using my penis. I wish...I wish I had a real one...and a boy
would suck on it!" she finished in a rush.

"Mmmm..." I mumbled, doing my best to mute the slurping sounds
from my mouthful of fake stiffy. I was hunching myself, getting
friction from my own clothing against my own hard penis. I had
nostalgia and not much else for sucking boycock but Renee's
obvious excitement was contagious. Still, this was not the place
to get carried away. Reluctantly, I raised my head, letting
Renee's tool slap back against her belly, and stood, turning to
take the first dress off the hangar. I adjusted myself as I
turned back, willing my erection to subside.

The dress proved to be a size or two too small. The skirt barely
came to the tops of Renee's chubby thighs. From the back you
could see the bottom edge of her panties if she did anything but
stand ramrod-straight. Her brand-new boobies strained the fabric,
and her strapon was a ludicrously obvious bulge against her
stomach. I thought it was perfect - yeah, perfect to get me
thrown in jail for roughly thirty zillion years.

Some of the other dresses fit better, and I made one trip back to
the rack to search for different sizes. We finally settled on two
that fit well but allowed some growing room and were loose enough
to hide Renee's unusual attribute if she chose to wear it.  Both
had skirts that fell about halfway down the young girl's thighs.
One was pleated, a solid, darkish purple with slightly puffed
short sleeves and two buttons beneath a collar. The other was a
tie-dye in a jersey fabric, purple over a bold magenta, almost
more of a tunic than a dress with no waist except for a tie in
back, and three-quarter sleeves. It was not clingy at all but the
fabric was thin enough that you could see a hint of the darker
rounds of her nipples if you looked closely. One thing you could
not see was any noticeable bulge. Renee looked great in it. It
flattered her not-really-a-figure-yet. "Do you want to wear it
right now?"

"Can I?" the ten-year-old asked as she admired herself in the
three-panel mirror. This was the first time I had ever seen her
take much interest in her own appearance; she definitely was
starting to grow up.

"Sure, just a sec." I kneeled and carefully removed the tag with
the UPC from the bottom of the skirt to give to the checker. But
then I reached up under it and pulled the crotch of her panties
aside, groping at the realistically-molded scrotum below the
dildo. I shushed Renee as she started to protest. Working blind
it was not that hard to pry open the battery panel and pop out
the long-dead cells. I dug the blisterpack of fresh ones out of
the Shack bag, opened it, and inserted new ones. Renee tensed her
thighs, squeezing against the pressure of my fingers. With a
triumphant flourish, I flipped the switch.

"Ooo!" Renee exclaimed, doing a little involuntary dance step.
Her eyebrows shot up as the vibrator buzzed against the crotch
plate of her strapon. "It...it's tickling...ah!" She bent her
knees out and reached both hands beneath her skirt. Evidently she
had forgotten that the strapon had a vibrator. It had run out of
gas sometime during the night when she wore it the first time.
That was a year ago now, a very long time when it represents a
tenth of your total lifespan to date. I caught her hands and held
them, grinning as she jiggled in place, hopping from foot to foot
as the vibrations stimulated her undeveloped clitoris.

I grinned down at her. "Remember, you took the dare." I almost
laughed aloud at the look I got in return. She knew I'd put one
over on her, but no way was she going to back out on a dare.
While she put her shoes, coat, and hat back on I gathered up
everything else. I put her shirt and jeans in one of our shopping
bags. As I opened the cubicle door I gave her our rejects to hang
back up. Her skirt swished and her little butt twitched side to
side as she walked, not entirely straight, to the rack we'd
gotten them from. We headed towards the check-out lines, but I
deliberately moved quite slowly. Before we had gotten far the
ten-year-old was clutching my arm with both hands and there was a
noticeable wobble in her step. If I listened very carefully I
could hear the vibrator's low hum coming from underneath her
skirt. I looked down at Renee fondly. A muscle was jumping in her
jaw, right under those two pretty little moles. She was blinking
rapidly, breathing
 hard through her nose. Her face was starting to get really
flushed. "How do you like your penis now, honey?" I whispered out
of the side of my mouth.

"Ohhh," Renee breathed out, "My cunt is tingling really, really
hard. I'm going to...to...OOO!" She squealed suddenly and
squeezed my arm hard, at the same time clamping her bare thighs
together. I quickly put my arm around her shoulder to support her
as her knees started to buckle. A clerk walking across the aisle
stared at us curiously and I hustled us on. My prank had been far
more successful than I'd ever thought. I'd figured the vibrations
would be a tickle at best. I hadn't counted on how attached Renee
had gotten to her, uh, attachment and how excited our time in the
dressing room had left her.

Renee's face was red and sweaty and her eyes were glazed and
vague as we checked out. She looked dazed enough that the
checkout girl asked if she was feeling all right. "She's just
getting over a little flu," I answered while my preteen lover
looked daggers at me. Once we had paid Renee grabbed my hand and
practically dragged me down the mall. She was staggering just a
little as the continuous vibration began to irritate her
sensitive tissues. But she was a trouper, she didn't run into the
restroom to take it off before we got back to the car.

As soon as she was belted in, though, before I even had the
vehicle in gear, she hiked her skirt up and spread her bare legs
on the cold vinyl seat, pulled her underpants to the side and
yanked the strapon away from her oversensitive privates. She held
the vibrating tool in one hand while with the other she massaged
her vulva. "It burns," she complained. "That was mean!" But she
wasn't really angry and when I chuckled she reluctantly cracked a
smile herself, then sighed as she gently petted and soothed her
smooth bald cunny. Her inner lips were red and slightly swollen
apart and her clit was prominent at the top of her opening. Her
panties were noticeably damp and as the car heater took hold I
caught a faint whiff of her aroused little pussy.

"See, that's one advantage of wearing a skirt," I observed. I
patted the fourth-grader on the inside of her naked thigh as I
nudged the car into traffic back towards the hotel.

Rufus Fugit
/files/Authors/rufusfugit




------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+