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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
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   Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 8 (Mg, ped, cons, mast, oral) by Rufus
Fugit

   Karen read aloud from The Hobbit.  Her voice had a kind of sulky
undertone even as she spoke with expression and verve.  It was a good
trick, but elementary for any preteen girl chafing under her elders'
directives.  The book was her assigned reading for the holiday break and
she'd been slacking.  Jenny had chuckled ruefully when she told me about
it. "She loves that elf-and-magic stuff so I figured she'd burn through it
the first day, but oh no, it's ASSIGNED and so that makes it the most
booooooooooring thing ever." She'd accompanied her imitation of Karen's
voice with an uncannily accurate eye-roll, forcing a guffaw from me and an
involuntarily matching eye-roll from Karen herself.  She'd flounced off
when her mother and I had both burst out laughing.

   Anyway, the sixth-grader had only been allowed to come on this trip on
the condition that the book be finished by the time we got home.  She'd
been kept a bit busy, as the battered state of her lithe, pubescent body
testified.  But I'd be the one catching heck from Jenny if the book wasn't
done and we certainly couldn't use "mama, I swallowed nine loads of cum,
got drunk and high and snorted some speed and then fucked a dog" as an
excuse.  Well, we could, and it if we did it would certainly end any
discussion about homework procrastination but it would open up a whole new
topic that would be awfully uncomfortable.  For me, anyway.  So I'd
insisted that she spend our weather delay reading.

   I guess I wasn't that wise in the ways of sixth-graders because I'd
trusted her to follow my instructions when I took her sister with me and
Stanley down to the motel's indoor pool area.  I was still trying to
convince Stanley to lighten up and I hoped that Renee's presence would
help, and her absence would give her big sister one less distraction. 
Plus, of course, the ten-year-old looked really sexy in her bathing suit.
It was last summer's one-piece in horizontal stripes of dark green and
blue. It was cut a bit low in back, revealing the ten-year-old's shoulder
blades and the upper half of her spine.  Her olive skin was smooth and warm
under my touch and I could feel her muscles moving as she walked.  She was
a strong little girl, still with a bit of preteen pudge but a year and a
bit of martial arts training was already firming up her cute, stocky body.
The suit had a frilly little skirt (or a skirty little frill) around the
waist.  It was obviously purely decorative.  With her recent growth spurt
it left the snug crotch fully exposed.

   Not that I could see all that as we sat in the hot churning water of the
jacuzzi.  Stanley sat to my left, Renee to my right.  Her brown hair was
pulled back into a ponytail and pinned up in a sloppy knot at the nape of
her neck.  I sighed in pleasure as I sank to my neck in the water.  Renee
giggled as I took advantage of the obscuring foam to enjoy my favorite
feature of her swimsuit.  The crotch seam had started to unravel and there
was a hole exposing a dime-sized patch of smooth, hairless labia, the right
one.  I gently wiggled my fingertip against the hot, slick girlflesh. 
Renee squirmed at my touch and returned the favor, pressing her hand flat
in my lap.  The pressure, the water jets, the feel of the child's hand
sliding the wet nylon of my board shorts against my stiffening tool made me
sigh in pleasure.  Renee was such a wonderful child lover, eager and
playful yet mindful of the need for secrecy.  I had thoroughly sexualized
the preteen but she was smart and controlled in her expression - teasing
each other in public just to the point of giving away but not beyond had
become a favorite part of our sex games.

   Stanley, on the other hand, sat rigidly straight.  His breastbone was
clearly outlined under the pale skin of his bony chest.  The small patch of
dark hair between his pecs made him look young and vulnerable.  He started
when I reached up to rest a hand on his skinny shoulder.  "You really ought
to give Karen a break, you know.  Even after the way you treated her, she
still loves you.  She's always looked up to you and she still does."

   His expression hardened and he thrust out his receding jaw.  "Fucking
slut," he gritted out.  "I hate her."

   I sighed and opened my mouth to respond but Renee cut me off.  "Karen's
not a slut!" she declared, pushing my hand away from her juvenile cunny and
bouncing upright.  Water sluiced off her ripening body and splashed in our
faces.  She jumped in front of Stanley.  Her fetching butt cheeks jiggled
at my eye level as she found her balance and the water lapped at her smooth
crotch.  Her eyes looked very green in this light and they flashed as she
planted a fist on her waist and shook a finger in her foster brother's
face. "She's a whore!" Renee continued, explaining as if to a particularly
slow classmate, "She's a whore, and she likes fucking, and she's really
really good at it...eee!" Renee squealed because, anxious to keep her from
being overheard in the tiled, echoing space, I grabbed her thigh and pulled
her off-balance and down into my lap.  I sat up straighter and wrapped my
arms around the wriggling fourth-grader, fitting her head under my chin and
pressing her wet, warm, body against mine.  I couldn't resist grinding my
erection briefly against the child's delicious ass.  Renee felt it and
pushed back, smirking up at me before turning a serious face back to
Stanley.  I "ssssh"d a reminder into her ear and she spoke more quietly. 
"Why are you mean to her, just because she's a whore?  She likes you, you
know.  She told me.  You know how much she likes you?  She'll fuck you for
free, and she doesn't fuck ANYONE for free."

   Confusion, anger, disgust all played across Stanley's face.  He opened
his mouth and closed it a couple of times before he figured out what he
wanted to say.  "But...she's just a little girl!" was what finally emerged.
Pretty lame, considering that he was discussing sex and prostitution openly
with an even littler girl.

   "So?" Renee shot back.  "Little girls can be whores too," she said,
repeating what she'd learned the summer before last.  In the bizarre world
of sexual abuse I'd indoctrinated her and her sister into, it was true.  "I
know someone who was a whore when she was even littler than me!" True,
also, though I notice she didn't mention that it hadn't actually made the
adult Moira a model citizen.

   "She's still your sister, man," I cut in.  "So she likes to fuck.  So
what?  You like to fuck, too, don't you?  Does that mean we shouldn't like
you?" We were all flushed from the hot water so I almost missed it, but
Stanley's face went an even brighter red.  Enlightenment, if not
understanding, dawned.  "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

   "What's a 'virgin'?" Renee piped up, and I couldn't help it, I burst out
laughing.  She so perfectly mimicked her own voice that day over a year ago
when we sat with a drenched and naked Karen shivering between us in my
truck and I had first declared that the older girl was a whore.  Renee
hadn't known that word, either.  Then.

   I spoke softly into the little girl's ear.  "A virgin is someone who
hasn't ever fucked.  You're a virgin 'cause even though we do stuff, I've
never put my thing in your cunny."

   Renee was incredulous.  Forgetting to keep her voice down she burst out,
"You've never fucked?  But you're OLD!" I was laughing too hard to shush
her so I had to just clap my hand over her mouth.  She squirmed, then dug
her fingers into the ticklish spot under my ribs and the conversation
dissolved into a wrestling match.  She pushed my head under with both
hands. Instead of fighting back I grabbed her chubby thighs and pried them
apart.  I hooked two fingers into the crotch of her suit and pulled it to
one side, baring that lovely virgin cunt.  I fastened my mouth over her
smooth vulva.  With a water jet blowing directly in my ear I licked upwards
at her tightly closed slit until I reached the little keyhole notch at its
apex, then blew bubbles against her tiny clit.  She shrieked and bounced
upright.

   But then a bigger splash and surge knocked me away from between my
ten-year-old niece's thighs.  I surfaced, spluttering, to see Stanley
heading for the exit.  He hadn't even bothered to change, just tied a towel
around his swimsuit and draped another over his shoulders and grabbed his
things.  Damn.  I'd probably just made things worse.  Renee looked after
him, her expression perplexed.  She was a bright little girl and I could
see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to figure out yet another
incident of inexplicable adult behavior.  "Is...is he jealous of Karen?"
she finally ventured, "'Cause she gets to fuck and have fun sex all the
time and he never has?"

   "Well..." I replied, turning her to face me in the roiling water,
"There's more to it than that, but I think that's part of it.  You are such
a smart girl!" A quick glance around showed no one watching us so I risked
pulling the child to me for a quick kiss.  I didn't have to take the lead;
Renee thrust her tongue into my mouth, pistoning it in and out.  Her
technique was enthusiastic and sloppy, just like her fellatio.  Below the
waterline I squeezed her butt cheeks with one hand and wormed fingers up
and down her exposed slit with the other.  She gasped into my mouth as I
flicked her baby clitty out of hiding, but then she broke the kiss and
pushed herself away with hands on my shoulders.

   "I'm going to talk to him.  He has to stop being mean to Karen!" And
suiting action to her word the stocky ten-year-old levered herself out of
the jacuzzi, almost before I had time to thumb the stretched fabric of her
swimsuit back over her hairless clam.  I had to call her back and make her
towel off a bit before stepping out into the much cooler air of the
hallway. I secured a towel around her still-childish hips and she grabbed
her backpack and ran out.  I heard the slap of her bare feet fading down
the corridor.

   I sat in the water for a few more minutes then headed back to the room I
shared with the girls - I had gotten Stanley his own room on a different
floor - and that's when I discovered how well Karen had followed my
instructions which was, not at all.  She was sitting up cross-legged on the
bed watching tv.  The drapes were drawn and besides one bedside lamp the
only illumination was the flickering screen.  It was the Disney channel,
that stupid Hannah Montana show.  The dim bulb showed the knobs of Karen's
spine beneath her cropped pajama top.  Her oval face with its snub nose and
high forehead was limned in the tv's bluish light.  Her eyes were intent
and her delicate jaw was clenching and unclenching.  The insipid tv show
certainly wasn't worth that level of concentration but as I stepped to peer
over her shoulder I saw what was.  Karen had one hand wormed up the leg of
her thin pj shorts.  Her knuckles moved rhythmically beneath the thin
fabric as she caressed herself, masturbating vigorously enough to make the
bed shake slightly.

   Karen was lost in her pursuit of sexual pleasure.  She didn't react, the
movement of her hand didn't slacken when I put one knee on the bed and
leaned over to place my lips at her ear.  I could feel the warmth radiating
from her thin body.  A fine sheen of sweat was visible on her forehead and
upper lip.  The downy, almost invisible hairs on her cheek glowed in the tv
light.  Her scent curled into my nostrils, hair conditioner, the clean tang
of perspiration, and the light but pungent reek of her adolescent sex.  My
erection, which had subsided as I walked back to the room, sprang back to
attention.  I inhaled deeply, the odor of aroused preteen striking deep
into my backbrain.  "How's that babycunt?" I breathed into her delicate
ear.

   "Hot." Karen's reply was half-moan, half-whine.  Her titties jiggled
beneath the thin top, nipples sharp, dark little points behind the pale
fabric.  She let herself fall back on one elbow, rolling her hips and
canting her leg up to get a better angle to attack her cunny.  Soft
grunting noises came from her throat as the sound of skin on lubricated
skin got louder and more insistent.  A dark patch was spreading at her
crotch and the smell of hot cunt got stronger in the small room.

   "You're supposed to be reading," I informed the masturbating
sixth-grader.  "You promised."

   "I will...soon...just...soon..." Karen was panting now.  Her exposed
belly was taut, her six-pack tensing as her lush but still-childish ass
bounced lightly on the bed.  The loose leg of her pj shorts had rucked up,
exposing her naked sex to my hungry gaze.  The labia were still swollen and
a bit pink but most of the scabbing and rash had faded.  She was young and
a quick healer.  Her oversized clitoris was a darker red, swollen, wrinkled
and glistening.  She rubbed her thumb alongside the bud; it was apparently
too sensitive for a direct touch.  At the same time she was sliding two
curled fingers in and out, in and out, of her well-used vagina.  A thick ,
white froth squelched between her digits and the blood-flushed inner labia.

   My cock ached, trapped in the damp undernetting of my swim shorts.  I
wanted so badly to fuck the preteen whore I had created.  It wasn't just
the sight and scent of her sexual arousal, it was the pure wantonness of
it. A normal twelve-year-old would have been embarrassed beyond death to be
caught by an adult diddling herself.  But six months of escalating sexual
abuse and then a year of prostitution had robbed Karen of whatever dignity
she had once had.  When her animal needs heated her adolescent cunny she
was helpless to resist.  And I was nearly helpless to resist her.  Nearly
helpless, but not completely - I knew I'd catch it from her mom if she
wasn't at least mostly done with her reading by the time we got home.  It
was just blind luck - literally - that the fog had closed in on the highway
and forced us to stop early at this motel.  And from the dim gray light
edging around the closed curtains, it looked like we might have to stay an
extra night which gave her a chance to actually do what I'd promised she
would.  And besides all that, I didn't have a condom and the little whore
was fertile.

   "Soon...soon..." Karen was still gasping as her fingers pumped more
rapidly, though I guessed she was thinking more of her impending orgasm
than her homework.  Either way, it was time for me to be the grownup.

   I reached down and grasped her wrist firmly, halting her
self-penetration.  She groaned and instead pumped her hips, attempting to
fuck herself onto her rigid fingers.  With my other hand I pressed hard on
her abdomen, pinning her to the bed.  "No, now!" I insisted as the
sixth-grader whined in frustration.  I pulled her hand away from her
sopping crotch - her fingers came free of her tight hole with a sloppy,
audible pop - and jumped astride her, settling into the position beloved by
older siblings everywhere with my knees pinning her upper arms to the
mattress.  I reached back with one hand, snaking under the elastic of her
shorts.  I looked into her blue eyes as my fingers easily found her
straining clit.  She bucked and squealed as I gently pinched and tugged the
slippery nub.  "I'll make you a deal," I said breathlessly.

   Once Karen agreed, which she did readily, it took just a few minutes to
work out the details.  And so it was that I ended up sitting on the floor,
my back resting against the side of the bed.  My legs were loosely crossed,
extending underneath the desk chair that was pulled up to within inches of
my chin.  Karen sat on the chair with her legs spread wide.  Her knees were
hooked over the wooden arms of the chair with her skinny legs dangling.  I
had hold of her bony ankles, feeling the tendons tense and muscles shift
beneath the warm, sweaty skin.  She held my tattered copy of The Hobbit in
her hands with her elbows resting on the arms of the chair, reading aloud
in a quavering voice.

   It was warm in the room and there were dark sweat stains under the arms
and around the collar of her pj top.  The dampening fabric outlining her
adolescent titties more and more clearly.  But her bottoms sat in my lap
serving as a kind of napkin, catching the secretions from her spread,
leaking cunny that came too fast and too heavily for me to completely lick
up.  Slowly, rhythmically, I swiped my tongue up the length of her slit,
pausing to push my nose between her thickened inner labia and sniff deeply.
Thick, white goo stained the chair, matted the tuft of silky blond pubes at
the apex of her treasure, clotted my beard, mixed with my saliva and
drooled in sticky threads down my chin and onto her soaking shorts.  I had
pulled down my own shorts and my rampant cock tented the wet jersey fabric,
twitching as each fresh dollop of cunt juice dripped thickly onto the
saturated fabric.  The smell of her arousal was almost overwhelming to me,
compounded by the feel of the silky skin of her inner thighs and plump
labia beneath my whiskers.  Karen's voice got even more strained as my lips
reached the apex of her slit and I sucked her oversized pleasure button
into my mouth.  I closed on the pulsing nub and tugged, letting it scrape
gently between my front teeth as the elastic flesh pulled against my
suction.  "GaaAIE!" Karen yelped as it finally snapped free of my dental
grip.  She broke off reading and moaned,
"ohhh...ooooohhhh...oooohhhaaargh..." with each heaving breath as, unable
to hold still, her butt squirmed beneath my face.  She'd been reading for
about twenty minutes and for nearly all of that I'd been holding her just
short of her peak like this.  Sweat was pouring down her face now and her
eyes were glazed and wild.  "Pleeeeeease..." the twelve-year-old sighed as
I sat back from her oozing cunt.

   "A deal's a deal," I insisted, pushing my index finger inside her just
to the first joint and stirring it, stretching her inner lips from side to
side.  I had to put my other hand flat on her right thigh and press as she
grunted and strained to impale herself more deeply.  "Finish the chapter
first." And for a wonder, she did, reading rapidly in a trembling, breaking
voice as I resumed my languorous slurping at her preteen juices.  It took
her another five minutes or so to finish.  I knew the book almost by heart
myself and as much as I enjoyed watching the child beg for her release, my
neck was getting tired.  So as soon as she read the final sentence of the
chapter I clamped my teeth over her clitoris again, but this time I bit
down hard enough to hold it, stretched tight and straining as I pulled back
while battering the knob with my tongue.  At the same time I jammed two
fingers deep inside her vagina and started pumping as fast as I could.

   Karen's entire body jumped and spasmed violently as the long-delayed
orgasm burst over her.  "AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed as her jerking
pelvis almost tore her clitoris from between my teeth.  Her legs shook
violently, the one ankle I still held straining against my grip.  And juice
shot out of her.  The very first time I had put her in a similar position I
had been awed at the way her girl-cum almost squirted from her
then-eleven-year-old cunny.  Now there was no "almost" about it.  Aromatic
liquid drenched my face and squirted right up my nose, filling my sinuses
and overwhelming me with its pungency.  As I succumbed to a coughing fit
her clit snapped free but then her mound banged painfully into my upper lip
as her body convulsed.  I tasted blood inside my upper lip.  I looked up to
see the the child's eyes rolled back in her head and the cords in her
flushed neck standing out as the strength of her climax forced animal
grunts between her gritted teeth.  My face was drenched and still fresh
juice squirted forcefully with each spasm.  I could feel the heat of it
dripping from my chin onto the saturated fabric molded to my twitching
cock. I couldn't stand it, I had to cum myself.  I struggled to my feet,
tossed her drenched shorts to the side and with a trembling hand aimed my
penis at her face and pulled on it once, twice...

   I heard the lock click behind me and the door burst open.  As it banged
against the wall and then thumped solidly closed, Renee tore across the
room behind me and into the bathroom.  She didn't bother to close that door
or even turn on the light before the toilet seat clanked down and noisy,
wet farts and liquid plops issued forth.  Well, I defy anyone not a scat
fetishist to maintain their erection with that accompaniment.  Concern and
disgust mixed with the ludicrousness of the situation made my formerly
proud staff droop as Karen's orgasm slowly faded.  She looked exhausted as
her face relaxed, but I knew from experience the preteen could do this five
times in an afternoon and still beg for more.  As she ran a hand back from
the wet roots through her tangled hair I picked up the book from where she
had flung it onto the bed.  Locating her place, I put it back in her
shaking hands.  "Keep reading," I told her as I stepped into the tiny
bathroom, flicked on the light and closed the door behind me.

   Renee's bathing suit was a wet green wad in the center of the floor with
her discarded backpack next to it.  She was naked on the toilet, her lovely
little toes pressed against the tile.  She was bent over with her arms
clasped tightly around her tummy.  The worst seemed to be over and I kept
silent, giving the little girl notional privacy until she was able to sit
up straight.  After a minute or two she put her shoulders back and pulled
her waist-length brown hair - which had come loose of its ponytail and
knot, forward to drape over her tiny breast buds.  She gathered a wad of
toilet paper and wiped gingerly at her backside, grimacing as if it pained
her.  She repeated the action twice more before finally flushing, then
hopping off the stool to stand nude before me.  Her head was bent so that
her wavy thick hair hid much of her face but I could see that she was
blushing.  She shifted nervously from foot to foot with her hands cupped
over her vulva.  It was almost impossible to rattle Renee; she was a
preternaturally self-possessed child and this was so different from her
normal unashamed forthright attitude that I became concerned.  I went down
to one knee so I could look her in the eye.  "Honey, are you all right?"
She nodded shyly.  "Do you hurt back there?" Her blush intensified but she
nodded again.

   I figured the best approach was to act as if inspecting the
ten-year-old's anus for damage was completely normal.  Well and it pretty
much was, except that it was always my cock that might have been
responsible.  Renee and I had been lovers since I had first fucked her ass
on my living room couch when she was nine.  Since then she had sucked off a
few guys besides me.  For some reason the fourth-grader really enjoyed
putting an erect penis in her mouth, even though she didn't seem to much
care for the taste of semen, but as far as I knew I was the only person to
ever penetrate her backside.  I put my hands on her bare hips and gently
turned her around then pressed in the center of her back until she leaned
over with her hands on the toilet seat.  I used my thumbs to pry her bubble
butt's cheeks apart.  Her butthole was red and slightly swollen; it was
obvious she'd been recently penetrated, more recently than last night when
I'd given her a good reaming.  I passed my finger over the wrinkled ring
and it clenched in response; I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on
each cheek, then another right on the tight muscle.  "You're fine," I said.
"You want to tell me what happened?"

   Renee didn't turn back to face me.  Her blush spread across the back of
her neck between the delta of her dark hair.  "I...I just wanted him to be
nice to Karen," she said almost too quietly for me to hear.  Avoiding my
eye she ducked around me and rummaged in her backpack.  Still looking down,
she straightened and held her digital camera out to me.  I quirked an
eyebrow and took it.  The camera was capable of capturing low-res video,
and the card held a few snapshots but most of the space was taken up by a
single movie file.  I watched about 15 seconds of it on the camera's LCD
until I realized what I had.  Wow.  I wouldn't have gone that way myself,
but it was perfect.  I swept the naked child up in a hug.  "You are such a
smart, brave girl," I praised her, planting little kisses on her cheeks,
her nose, her full lips.  Renee wrapped her sturdy legs around my waist as
I stood and I gasped as I felt the heat of her smooth bald slit seep into
the crotch of my shorts.  "This is perfect," I told her, "Or it will be
after I edit it a bit.  But we can't let Karen see it.  Stanley's hurt her
feelings already and it would just be worse if she saw this.  What if," I
said, thinking on my feet, "what if you take your big sister out whoring
for awhile this evening?  Then I could fix this and talk with Stanley. 
We're going to have to stay another night and Karen could make enough money
easy to pay for a nice dinner and the hotel." I pulled back, gazing into
Renee's gray-green eyes almost nose-to-nose.  "Can you do that?" She nodded
and hugged me hard.  I hugged back, wrapping my arms around her nude body,
then let her slide down to her feet.  I pinched one tiny nipple and slapped
her butt playfully.  "Go get some clothes on, then, and I'll get your
sister ready for work."
   To be continued...  

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