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Jenny's Couch - 2
by Rufus Fugit (rufusfugit@yahoo.com)

***

Eleven-year-old Karen sees what she thinks is her 9-
year-old sister being raped and molested. She's half-
right. (Mgg, extreme-ped, reluc, mast, oral, huml, bd)

***

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. Either way, that's your problem. 

This is my story. It may be freely distributed and 
reposted to free sites, or the free areas of pay sites, 
so long as authorship is properly credited and these 
introductory paragraphs are included. If you can find 
someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you 
steal it for that purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck 
you. 

This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or 
adults or anything were involved in its production. 
What part of "made up" don't you understand? 
Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit 
at yahoo dot com. Stupid feedback and flames to 
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Part 2

Run? Shit? Go blind? Run? Shit? Go blind?

That was pretty much all that went through my head for 
those first frozen seconds after I realized that 
eleven-year-old Karen had been watching me diddle, eat 
out, ejaculate on, and bring her nine-year-old sister, 
Renee, to her first orgasm as she lay pinned beneath me 
on the sectional couch. Karen was gaping at the tableau 
of her little sister lying naked and spent, nightgown 
at her chin, panties dangling from one ankle, face 
glazed with my semen. And me, standing rooted to the 
spot, my softened, cum-coated cock still hanging out of 
the fly of my boxer shorts.

My mind was racing but going nowhere. All I could think 
was that in seconds Karen would have the whole house in 
an uproar, and from then on my day which had started so 
pleasantly would go rapidly downhill.

What to do? What to do? The best my whirling brain 
could come up with was, "pretend like nothing's wrong" 
followed by "stall". Casually tucking my peter back in 
my shorts (I hope it looked casual; I'd never had to do 
it before under an eleven-year-old girl's horrified, 
bug-eyed stare) I quickly crossed the room stood at the 
foot of the stairs looking up at her. 

"Good morning, sweetie," I said, pitching my voice at a 
whisper in the hopes she would respond in the same 
tone. There was no response from the older girl; she 
was just as stunned as I was, I guess. She just stood 
there in her yummy sushi pajamas, hands clapped over 
her mouth, eyes locked on her sperm-smeared younger 
sister.

Not an optimal response, but it was still a few more 
seconds with her not screaming at the top of her lungs. 
Take what you can get, my new motto. I mounted the 
first couple of steps and reached up to lay my hand on 
her thin shoulder. "Come and sit down with your sister 
and I'll explain, OK?" 

My touch, though, seemed to rouse the girl from a 
trance. Her head snapped around to look down at me, and 
her clear blue eyes were dark and flashing with anger. 
One hand balled into a little fist as if she were going 
to take a punch at me; the other pointed at me 
accusingly. "You...you...you're RAPING her! You're 
raping my sister!" Throwing off my hand, she dodged 
around me and ran, her waist-length dark blonde hair 
flying, to throw herself onto the couch and seize her 
beloved little sister in a fierce hug.

Oh shit. The situation was going south faster than 
Sherman's army through Georgia. There was no screaming 
yet, but that's about all I could say for it. I crossed 
back to the couch. Renee was submitting to her older 
sister's hug but her little face looked puzzled as if 
she didn't know what all the fuss was about. If I had 
any hope of getting out of this with my balls intact, 
she had to be the key. 

I sat down behind Renee facing Karen, leaning forward 
but not touching the girls. I pitched my voice low, 
above a whisper but quiet. "Honey, I didn't rape your 
sister. We just did some stuff together, for fun. But 
she asked me to. I'd never rape your sister, or rape 
anyone. Ask her yourself."

Renee, bless her heart, piped up at this point. "What's 
'rape'?" she asked in the same low tone. She broke the 
hug and sat back between her older sister and me. Her 
nightgown had fallen back down around her waist but 
since her panties were still wrapped around one pretty 
ankle her cunny was partly exposed, lips still red and 
irritated-looking from their recent workout.

Karen looked from me to her sister and back, puzzlement 
replacing anger on her face. Despite the direness of my 
situation I almost guffawed when I realized that a 
shiny spot on her cheek was a smear of my own cum 
rubbed off from Renee's face. Karen didn't look much 
like her sister - she was tall and slim where Renee was 
short and stocky, her skin golden where Renee's was 
more olive, her waist-length hair was dark blond and 
fine where Renee's was brown and slightly wavy. Their 
personalities were very different, too - Karen was more 
concerned with her elementary-school social status, 
less independent and more biddable, which made most 
adults think of her as a good girl. 

Although looking at her, I could see that she was not 
completely a girl any more. Tiny bumps just barely 
broke the plane of her loose pajama top and there was 
the merest suggestion of a flare beginning at her 
slender hips. Now she leaned forward and spoke 
earnestly, the words tumbling out of her in a rush, 
"But he was touching your bathing suit parts! They told 
us in Family Life class at church, bad men want to 
touch girls under our bathing suits! And they would 
force us to undress! And...and hurt us! And he was 
naked and his thing was... was... in your face, and..."

"He didn't make me. I asked him. It felt good down 
here," Renee interrupted, cupping her hand over her 
smooth vulva.

"See?" I said. "You know I love your sister, and I love 
you. Whatever they told you in church, I'd never hurt 
you. I know it must've looked scary, but I was just 
making her feel good. I was giving her tingles in her 
private place. Haven't you ever touched yourself on 
your privates before?"

"No!" the older girl shook her head vigorously, but she 
blushed bright red at the same time. Interesting. Well, 
I'd come back to that. "Look, even if she asked, 
grownups aren't supposed to touch kids that way! You 
aren't supposed to take out your..." She paused, 
gathering her courage to say the word, "penis!"

"Maybe that's true, but look - Renee asked me to. So if 
you tell on me, you'll be telling on your sister too. 
You'll get me in terrible trouble but Renee will be in 
trouble too. Is that what you want?"

"But...she's just little. She doesn't know!"

"But you don't know either. You don't know. If you've 
never touched yourself down there, I mean." Karen 
started to reply, but then snapped her mouth shut. 
"Look, just don't tell right now, OK? Please. I'll come 
over after school one day this week and Renee and I 
will explain it all to you, won't we, Renee? And if 
after that you still think I raped her you can always 
tell then. If you don't tell now you can still tell 
later but if you tell now and you get your sister in 
trouble and then you decide you were wrong you can't 
undo it, can you?"

"Well...OK. But I can still tell!" But as soon as "OK" 
was out of her mouth I was on my way to the kitchen. I 
wetted a hand towel and brought it back. First, I 
gently wiped Renee's face clean of the now-flaking 
glaze of sperm I had ejaculated onto her - was it less 
than 15 minutes ago? - then I scrubbed at the hem of 
her nightgown. The spots of cum hadn't yet dried and 
stained, but now there was a big damp patch all across 
the bottom. The couch got the same treatment and 
thankfully the result was much less visible. 

"Honey, you better go get dressed and put your nightie 
in the hamper, OK?"

"OK!" The little girl bounced off the couch and 
scampered up the stairs. I leaned towards Renee; she 
flinched slightly as I took her chin in my hand, but 
all I did was gently wipe the towel across the smear of 
cum on her cheek. But then I put my face close to hers, 
hardening my expression and whispering fiercely, "You 
know what? I think you're a liar." Her eyes widened and 
she tried to shake her head but I tightened my grip on 
her chin. "I think you do so touch yourself. I think 
you think it's wrong, but you do it anyway. Isn't that 
right? Isn't it?"

The girl's eyes went wide and she blushed again. "N... 
no! I never...!"

I was almost certain I was right, and I began to think 
about how I could leverage a bit of childish guilt into 
ensuring Karen's silence. I released her with no 
further comment. It was full daylight now, and I could 
hear Jenny and Rob starting to move around in the 
master suite down the hall. I cast my eyes around the 
room and at the last second spied a scrap of pink cloth 
on the floor in front of the staircase. Renee had 
forgotten to pull her panties up in her haste, and had 
just stepped right out of them. I quickly grabbed them 
and stuffed them down the front of my own underwear, 
then set about dressing. Karen sat silently on the 
couch, scowling.

True to my word, a couple of days later Renee and Karen 
found me sitting on the porch when they walked up to 
the house after school. Renee smiled and hugged me, but 
Karen hung back. I complimented the older girl on her 
new eyeglasses, pink-tinted wire frames with little 
oval lenses. I made the girls a snack while they 
changed into their play-clothes, matching cotton 
sundresses and sandals. 

I couldn't have chosen better myself, and couldn't 
resist lecherous peeks down the fronts of the loose 
garments as I put plates of apple slices in front of 
them. Sure enough, I got a glimpse of two cute puffy 
pink knobs poking out Karen's otherwise flat chest. 
They looked yummy, and I hoped that before Jenny came 
home I'd be having a snack of my own.

Renee's dress had more growing room left in it so it 
hung more loosely on her - I love that, it's so sexy 
when a little girl's top is too big and hangs low 
enough that it comes close to exposing her nipples. I 
could see clear down her front to her panties. Today's 
were blue. Which reminded me... "I have something for 
you, Renee." 

I reached into my knapsack and placed on the table the 
pair of pink panties she had abandoned the other 
morning in her hurry to get dressed. "I hope you don't 
mind, I've been masturbating into them a lot since I 
took them home, but I washed them after." I'd been 
imagining saying that line to the nine-year-old girl 
during the past two days as I stroked the thin cotton 
over my boner. Before I finally threw them in the wash 
this morning they were stiff and crusty and reeking of 
my cum. The lewdness of the simple statement turned me 
on as much as my fantasy had; I was already stiffening 
inside my loose cargo shorts.

"What's 'mas-tur-bat-ing'?" Renee asked, pronouncing 
the unfamiliar word carefully.

"You know how I touched your private parts and made you 
feel good?" The child nodded. "Well, if you touch 
yourself that way to feel good, that's masturbating. 
Boys do it differently than girls. What I did, was I 
wrapped your panties around my thingy and rubbed them 
up and down until I felt good, and then I squirted into 
them."

"EWWW!" Karen looked revolted. "You squirted 
that...stuff...into them?! Gross!"

"Hey, I said I washed them afterwards. They're clean - 
smell!" I snatched up the underwear from the table and 
shoved the fabric under the older girl's nose. She 
tried to turn her head away but I  grabbed her face, 
pushing the panties' crotch into her nose and mouth. 
Renee giggled at the sight of her older sister's eyes 
peering through the leg-holes. I held Karen's head 
still just long enough for her to know that she was 
helpless in my grasp, then dropped the panties back on 
the tabletop.

"If that's what it's called, I mas-tur-bat-ed 
yesterday." Renee was a straightforward little girl, 
and it really turned me on when she talked so plainly 
about her newfound sexual pleasures. At age nine she 
hadn't yet developed sexual hang-ups in the adult or 
adolescent manner; she just knew what felt good and had 
no inhibitions about it.

I wanted to encourage that attitude as much as 
possible. "You did? You figured that out all by 
yourself?" The little girl nodded. "Cool! I bet that 
was fun. Everyone does it, you know. I do it, now you 
do it, your big sister does it, don't you Karen?"

As I expected, the older girl tried to deny it. She 
blushed from the roots of her blond hair almost down to 
her pretty little painted toenails. "No, I don't!" she 
insisted, shaking her head.

"Aw, c'mon, Karen, you do too," I kept my tone light, 
not confrontational. "You don't want to lie to your 
little sister, do you? It's no big deal. There's 
nothing wrong with feeling good."

"But they said at church you shouldn't, that it was 
bad!"

"Well, maybe they're wrong at church. If they're right, 
then your sister's bad too. Does that sound right to 
you?"

"But you made her!"

"You know that's not true, honey, Renee told you 
herself she asked me. Isn't that right, Renee?" The 
younger girl nodded, fascinated by the byplay between 
me and her sister. "And anyway, I wasn't even here 
yesterday and she just told us she masturbated then. 
You can tell us, we don't think you're bad. You do it, 
don't you? Don't you?"

Still blushing, Karen bowed her head. "...yes," she 
half-whispered.

I reached over and gave her a hug. "That's my good 
girl. It's always better to be honest, isn't it?" I'd 
been giving a lot of thought to this over the past two 
days. I needed to make sure that Karen wouldn't tell 
what she saw, and I couldn't be certain that just not 
wanting to get her sister in trouble would be enough, 
especially if at church they'd been stuffing her head 
full of a bunch of sex-phobic nonsense - or even worse 
for my purposes, a bunch of sense about watching out 
for child molesters. I needed to put her in the 
position where she'd have a secret to keep as well.

"Well, look, I promised I'd show you that there was 
nothing bad going on so you wouldn't need to tell on 
us. You girls finish your snacks and let's go in 
Renee's bedroom."

Renee was many things, but neat wasn't one of them. 
Pillows and stuffed animals spilled off her unmade bed 
onto the floor. A tributary of dirty laundry flowed out 
of her half-open closet door, joining with the river of 
toys, books, shoes, school papers, and goodness knows 
what else. 

With a few sweeps of my foot I cleared an area in front 
of the full-length mirror hanging next to her closet. 
She had two child-sized desk chairs, dark-painted with 
bentwood arms, and I set them in front of the mirror, 
about three feet apart at a slight angle so that I 
could sit on the floor at the apex of the shallow 
triangle they made. I had the girls sit down; Renee 
sprawled casually but Karen sat hunched over, her hands 
trapped between her knobby knees, radiating anxiety. As 
I sat Indian-style I made no attempt to conceal how I 
adjusted my erection to point down my leg. My long 
shorts covered it, but the bulge was plainly visible to 
both children.

"Renee, I think first of all you should show me how you 
masturbated yesterday. I need to make sure you're doing 
it right so you won't hurt yourself."

"In front of Karen? Is that OK?"

"Yeah, it's OK. She needs to see that you like it and 
I'm not making you; otherwise she still might tell."

The older girl was getting more uncomfortable by the 
minute. "No, it's OK," she began, "I won't tell, I 
promise..."

I overrode her. "No, you have to watch this. You said I 
was raping Renee. That was a mean thing to say to me, 
and I've got to prove that I wasn't. So just sit 
quietly and watch." I turned back to the younger girl. 
"Besides, she might even learn something about how to 
do it good. Here, scoot forward so she can see." I 
reached out and wrapped my hands around the nine-year-
old's waist, pulling at her short sundress as she slid 
forward so that it came free from under her butt. I 
bunched it up around her waist, exposing her panties 
and a thin strip of her pudgy belly. 

I grabbed her behind her knees and hoisted her legs up 
and over the arms of the chair, spreading her wide. Her 
butt cheeks actually rose off the chair seat a little 
so she was sitting on her spine. With her hips canted 
forward, her belly baby fat was emphasized. Her sandal-
shod feet kicked a little bit as she wriggled a bit 
further forward and adjusted her bare legs to hang over 
the chair more comfortably.

Her panties were stretched tight, the bulge of her 
mound pressing out at the top; below that, and a taut 
hollow where her lips were pulled apart by her spread 
thighs. She looked good enough to eat - but class was 
still in session; my after-school snack would have to 
wait a bit. "Just do it like you did yesterday, 
sweetie," I encouraged. Renee held the fingers of her 
right hand together and slightly cupped and began 
rubbing little circles on her underwear just below her 
mound, pressing the fabric into her slit. 

My cock lurched against my leg; making no attempt to 
hide what I was doing, I had to reach down and give it 
a rub through the fabric. The contrast between the 
surroundings, the trappings of a normal third-grader's 
life made the girl's lewd display of her crotch to her 
big sister and a grown man that much more shocking. 

Before long Renee started to move her compact little 
butt, pushing into her fingers as they circled more 
rapidly around her panty-covered baby clit. Afternoon 
sunlight fell across her face, showing little beads of 
sweat popping out on her forehead and upper lip. A 
small dark stain appeared at the bottom of the crotch 
of her panties, slowly enlarging as she worked the 
fabric into her slit with growing vigor.

I was spellbound watching the nine-year-old masturbate. 
She was rubbing herself like a pro, especially 
considering that it was just two days ago that I'd 
given her, her first orgasm ever. She stopped rubbing 
now just long enough to move her hand up and back down 
inside her panties. Immediately her little fingers 
began working underneath the fabric. After a few 
seconds, though, I reached out and took hold of her 
wrist. 

"We can't see, honey," I said, drawing her hand up. The 
elastic snapped back against her chubby belly. Her 
fingertips were wet with her secretions. I pulled the 
damp gusset to one side with my other hand, exposing 
her hairless cunny to the air. Her slit was pulled 
open, juice leaking from the tiny vaginal opening at 
the bottom. At the top, her delectable clit bud was 
just peeking out. I couldn't resist giving it a little 
rub with my thumb. 

"Ooo!" Renee made a soft little exclamation of surprise 
and her butt jumped and twitched at my touch. She 
resumed rubbing herself, her little hand moving faster 
and faster. I looked over at her big sister who was 
watching the lewd performance with consternation. I 
caught her eye and ostentatiously sniffed my thumb then 
sucked it into my mouth. The taste and smell of Renee's 
baby honey filled my senses. The older girl's face 
showed puzzlement and a little disgust at my obvious 
pleasure.

Renee was quickly approaching her peak. Her eyes were 
screwed shut, her little lips pursed, her breath 
huffing raggedly in and out of her nose. Her butt was 
now moving continuously, the tendons on her inner 
thighs standing taut in relief as she wriggled around 
on the chair. Her breathing and the "slish" of wet skin 
on skin as she pushed her clitty back and forth were 
the only sounds in the room. Then she stiffened. Her 
knees clamped down over the chair arms, her toes 
pointed straight down. Her legs spasmed rhythmically, 
her butt jumping up and down above the wooden seat. 

Her hand became a blur as she gasped loudly and 
repeatedly in her high voice, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh....." 
Slowly her body relaxed. Her feet came up as her knees 
straightened and she kicked them a little, like any 
little girl might even though unlike any little girl 
she made no move to hide her shiny, wet, hairless 
vagina from our view. Her hand stilled, pressing her 
fingers firmly onto her baby clitoris. Her eyes opened 
and a big smile spread across her face.

"Wow, you got there quick, didn't you?" I praised the 
little girl. "You know, the more you do that, the 
easier it gets and the better it feels. You should do 
it at least once a day, if you can, like at night after 
you're in bed or whenever you're alone." I turned to 
the older girl. "See? That's the same as you saw the 
other morning. She was having fun, not hurting. You can 
see that now, right?" 

Karen reluctantly nodded. She was obviously confused; 
she'd just seen her little sister whom she loved doing 
something she'd been told was bad, yet the younger 
child had obviously enjoyed it. Just as obviously Renee 
felt no shame about it, sitting as she was with her 
legs spread wide, panties pulled to the side and her 
hand now gently spreading her juices all over her lips 
and mound. 

I could see her trying to work it out in her head - if 
it was ok for little girls to do this, maybe it was ok 
for grownups to do it to them as well? But if was ok, 
then the adults at church were wrong. But they were 
adults, and teachers, and they'd always been right 
before. But if they were right, then her little sister 
was bad. And around and around. I felt sorry for her, 
her little head must have been spinning - just the way 
I wanted it. "Now you've seen how Renee does it. Is 
that the same as the way you do it?"

Again the fifth-grader blushed beet-red right down to 
the roots of her blond hair. She wouldn't meet my eyes, 
looking instead at her hands twisting in her lap. 
"...no," she mumbled, "I...use something, and... it's 
different..."

Use something, did she? Hunched her pillow, maybe, or a 
favorite stuffed animal. "Different how?"

"I never go, like... all stiff like she did..."

"Oh, dear," I put concern into my tone. "But that's the 
part that feels best. If you're not getting that, 
you're definitely doing it wrong. Tell you what," I 
said as if the idea had just occurred to me, "You 
better show us how you do it. Go get what you use, and 
I'll see if I can tell what you're doing wrong."

"..."

"What's that, dear?"

She hunched over, refusing to look at me, barely 
speaking above a whisper. "I don't wanna..."

I slid closer to her, looking up at her and taking her 
chin in my hand, forcing her to make eye contact. 
"Honey, you have to." I made my voice firm at first, 
then slipped into a softer, wheedling tone. "Look, I'm 
going to show you how to feel better. Your sister 
really enjoys masturbating, and I bet you will, too, 
once I show you how to do it right. Now, be a good 
girl. Go get what you use, and come back here. Go on, 
now!" She was up and out of the room like a shot, just 
pleased to be released from the bizarre situation and 
the disquieting view of her little sister's bald, 
spread cunt. 

I was probably in the clear now, having so badly 
confused and upset her that she wouldn't want to think 
about the situation or otherwise deal with it any more, 
but it'd be better - as well as much more fun for me - 
if she would submit to performing for me. If she did 
something herself that she suspected was wrong, it was 
that much less likely she'd ever bring it up with 
another adult.

Renee watched her sister bolt with a puzzled 
expression. "Why's she all weird like that?" she asked 
me.

I shrugged. "She's probably just embarrassed that you 
know how to do something she doesn't, even though 
you're littler."

"Do I haveta watch her? My cartoons are on."

"No, I guess not - but one thing." I grabbed at my cock 
where it made an obvious outline on the leg of my 
shorts. "My thingy got all hard watching you play with 
yourself." I gazed at her hairless spread lips, nearly 
at eye level where I sat on the floor before her. "I 
wanna taste you a little bit, OK?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "It's not gonna squirt 
on me again, is it? I don't want to get all gooey."

"No, sweetie, I promise. I won't even take it out. I 
just want to lick you a little, 'cause you taste so 
good. Come on, you'll like it. You liked it before."

The little girl sighed, the picture of a child put upon 
by adults' inexplicable requests. "I guess."

I took that as permission. Scooting over to her chair I 
cupped her round little butt in my hands, sliding my 
fingers beneath her panties. I used my thumbs to spread 
her moist, slippery lips even further and lowered my 
face, pushing first my nose and then my tongue up the 
length of her. Her smell was subtle but quite strong 
and it further inflamed my lust.  

My cock throbbed against my leg as I noisily slurped 
and licked at her. She squirmed uncomfortably when I 
centered on her clit - oversensitive from her recent 
workout, I supposed - so I just swirled my tongue 
around it and up and down her bald labia, greedily 
lapping up her juices and frankly slobbering on her. 
After a minute or two I sat back up, pulled her panties 
back over to cover her beautiful vulva and patted it 
gently. I licked my lips as I looked into her hazel 
eyes, slurping the last of her essence into my mouth. 
"Yum, yum. Thanks, sweetie!"

"Gross," she answered. "I pee from there."  But having 
done her duty, she put her sandaled feet on the floor 
and stood to leave.

"Just one thing, sweetie," I stopped her. "You know how 
before, I had to cover your mouth to keep you from 
making noise when you were feeling so good?"

"It hurt some, too," she corrected me.

"Right, but my point is, I'm not going to cover Karen's 
mouth since there's no one home but us. So don't worry 
if you hear her getting loud, it just means she's 
feeling good. You go ahead and watch your cartoons, and 
in a little while we'll be down and we'll get started 
on your homework, OK?"

Again Renee leveled that unreadable gaze at me. Did she 
realize I was being less than completely honest? Did 
she realize on some level that her older sister might 
not entirely enjoy what I had planned for her? She'd 
make a heck of a poker player one day. But all she said 
was "OK," and left. I heard her galumphing down the 
stairs just as Karen came back into the room. She was 
looking at floor and her hands were held behind her. 

"Did you bring your...thing?" I asked. She nodded, 
still not looking up. "Well, let's see it." 
Reluctantly, she held out...oh ho! Clutched in her 
little hand was her disposable electric toothbrush, 
decorated with a smiling Winnie The Pooh. Shades of 
Harry Potter's vibrating broom! I grinned at the fifth-
grader, and she blushed yet again. "OK, sit down and 
show me."

Karen sat. She kept her legs tightly together, though, 
smoothing her little sundress down her lithe thighs as 
far as it would go. With her head bent, her long hair 
fell forward to hide most of her face, covering the 
humiliation and shame she felt. But nevertheless she 
obeyed, switching on the toothbrush. She flinched a bit 
as the vibrating whine filled her sister's bedroom. 

Slowly, she brought the toothbrush down to her lap and 
pushed the end of the handle against the top of her 
crotch though her sundress. She held it there for just 
a few seconds, then with a little "oh!" she jerked it 
away. She repeated that three times, never keeping the 
buzzing toothbrush in contact for more than 10 seconds 
or so. "Karen, why do you keep taking it away?" I 
asked.

"It feels weird...tingles, but, like, too much. I have 
to, or..." Obviously she had no idea or what, but her 
privates were so sensitive that even the beginnings of 
sexual arousal were overwhelming her.

"Here, let me help." I took the toothbrush from her 
hand and before she could protest, pressed it firmly 
into her crotch, pushing the fabric of her sundress 
down between her slender tanned thighs. After a few 
seconds, though, she gasped and twisted away from me. 
"Karen, you have to hold still," I told her firmly, and 
pushed the toothbrush back against her. Again, after no 
more than 10 seconds she gasped and twisted her legs 
around, breaking the contact. "Karen!"

"I can't!" she wailed. "It's too much!"

"Well, that's your problem. You have to be able to hold 
it there for awhile for it to feel best. Here, I think 
I can help you. Sit forward a little, and grab the arms 
of the chair. Yes, like that." As I spoke I was 
reaching behind me into my knapsack for the items I 
brought just in case - a handful of velcro ties. Each 
was about a foot long, a strip of hooks and a strip of 
eyes stapled end-to-end. Before Karen had a chance to 
even see them clearly, I wrapped one around her right 
wrist, binding her arm to the chair. Just as she 
realized the one arm was immobilized, I did the same to 
the other. 

"Hey!" Alarm spread across her face as she tugged 
futilely at her wrists. She started to stand, taking 
the chair with her, but I quickly stood myself and 
loomed over her, pushing her back down. With a deft 
movement I tugged open the knots on her sundress' 
shoulder straps. As they fell loose, I seized the 
bodice of the dress under her arms and pulled it down, 
exposing  two perfect, cherry-sized swollen pubescent 
nipples and a slender, vulnerable-looking torso several 
shades paler than her shoulders below the tan line. 

That quickly, Karen was half-naked before me and her 
mouth dropped open in shock as she realized it. "What 
are you doing? STOP! NO! LET ME GO!" The girl tried to 
twist away but in raising her legs to kick at me she 
played right into my hands. With her feet off the floor 
I was able to pull her dress down over her butt, 
snagging her panties as well and stripping her in one 
quick motion. The garments puddled around her ankles 
and just like that her beautiful preteen body was nude 
before my lustful gaze.

Karen lost control, thrashing and kicking out at me to 
keep me away. Her glasses flew off her face and landed 
on some dirty laundry behind her. She screamed wildly. 
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! HELP!" Without much difficulty I 
was able to seize one skinny ankle and pull her leg up 
and over her bound arm so that the crook of her knee 
pressed down just below her elbow. With another tie, I 
secured her ankle to the chair frame. It took a bit of 
doing to capture her other leg that she was now kicking 
frantically. Her sandal flew off in the struggle but in 
a few seconds both legs were bound. 

I paused to admire my handiwork. Completely naked now 
except for one white sandal, spread wide and utterly 
helpless, the little girl was sobbing in frustration, 
rage, and fear, pulling against her bonds but unable to 
get any leverage. "NO! NO! OH, NO! LET ME GOOOO! HELP! 
MOMMEEEE!" Hmm, one final touch, I thought. I stepped 
around behind her and wrapped another velcro strip 
around her neck. I put a half twist in it, then 
fastened it to the back of the chair. It wasn't choking 
her, not by any means, but it was snug and when she 
screamed she could feel it digging into the soft cords 
of her neck.

I stepped back in front of her. Karen's face was 
mottled red now and tracked with tears. Those beautiful 
puffy nipples were heaving. She thrashed her lower body 
as much as she could with her legs bound up and apart 
the way they were, twisting her stomach and her exposed 
little pussy back and forth. As she continued to cry 
and pull against her bonds I began gently stroking her 
shoulders, upper arms, and chest. 

I brushed lightly over those succulent-looking nipples, 
savoring the warm, rubbery feel of her young flesh. The 
intimate contact shocked her. She stopped screaming for 
a moment. She drew in a breath as if to resume, but 
then the fight seemed to go out of her. She went limp 
in the chair and began blubbering helplessly. She bent 
her head and tears spilled to splash on her naked 
abdomen.

I made soothing noises as I continued to fondle the 
crying child. "Karen, it's OK, don't cry. I'm not going 
to hurt you, I promise. I want to help you. I'm just 
going to show you how to masturbate so you can feel 
good like Renee. We'll just do that and then I'll let 
you go. It won't take long, but you have to stop crying 
first, OK? C'mon, honey, don't cry." 

I cradled Karen's face in my hands, brushing some order 
back into her long blond hair and tilting her head back 
to look at me. The child made an effort to compose 
herself, stifling her sobs into irregular sniveling 
punctuated by hiccups. I gently wiped away a trail of 
snot from beneath one nostril. "Please," she begged, 
"please let me go. I don't like this. I want to get 
dressed, pleeeease."

I almost came in my shorts; having the young girl so 
completely in my power was an amazing erotic high. She 
sat in the chair, legs bent high over her arms, pussy 
spread wide, totally helpless to prevent me from doing 
whatever I wanted. Evil fantasies briefly flashed 
through my mind - forcing my cock down her throat; 
choking her to near-unconsciousness over and over; 
sticking hot needles into those delectable nipples and 
licking up the blood as she shrieked in pain - but they 
were only fantasies.  My goal was never to hurt her, 
just to break her free of her fears and conditioning 
and liberate her nascent sexuality. Liberate it, and 
focus it on me.

Karen's toothbrush still buzzed away on the floor where 
I had dropped it. I sat down before her and picked it 
up. I was just about at eye-level with her spread vulva 
and I pressed smiling Winnie right along her slit. She 
inhaled sharply, shocked again into silence. I held it 
against her for just a few seconds, watching her eyes 
widen. Her cute little innie bellybutton winked at me 
as her abdominal muscles tensed, and she gasped out a 
little "oh!" as I snatched it away, mimicking her 
earlier actions.

I repeated this several times, taking the opportunity 
in between to examine her lovely eleven-year-old cunny. 
I could see the family resemblance to Renee in the 
little keyhole widening at the top of her slit, but as 
she had entered puberty she was more developed than 
Renee. There was a sparse fan of fine, almost colorless 
hair spreading from the top of the slit across her 
smooth mound, and even finer peach fuzz around the top 
of her outer lips. Her inner lips had begun to show; 
they were far from the out-folded petals of a grown 
woman but definitely visible as another line of flesh 
between the labia majora. 

The biggest difference, though, was the delicate 
wrinkled bud of her clitoris. It was quite large. Under 
my repeated applications of the vibrating toothbrush it 
began to flush, standing out proud and growing even 
larger. She began to lubricate and this also was 
different than her sister, because there was a lot of 
it. Copious amounts of a creamy, aromatic goo began to 
ooze between those tight inner lips, running down to 
coat her anal pucker and dampen the chair seat. The 
toothbrush handle became slick and shiny and I used it 
to spread the juice up to her clit and around the outer 
lips.

Ten, twelve, fifteen times I pressed the improvised 
vibrator against Karen's prominent clit and snatched it 
away. The timbre of her repeated "oh!" changed, 
becoming tinged perhaps with a bit of frustration. Her 
butt began to wriggle on the increasingly-slippery 
wooden seat; she was starting to hump her nearly-bald 
pussy against the toothbrush, straining to the limits 
of her bondage as I pulled it away each time. Her brow 
was furrowed, eyes squinted half shut. She was panting 
now instead of crying, her mouth half-open and the tip 
of her pretty pink tongue sticking out of the corner.

After about twenty applications I felt she was ready. I 
laid the the toothbrush base back against her slit but 
this time I didn't release it. Instead I covered it 
with my palm and pushed fairly firmly, sliding it up 
and down, feeling the vibrations work into her lips. 
The ridges of Winnie the Pooh's molded figure rubbed 
over the delicate, blood-swollen tissues. Karen's eyes 
popped open in surprise at the new feelings and her 
little gasps got louder and louder. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! 
Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OOH!" 

Her hips began to buck, and the tendons in her thighs 
on either side of her cunny stood out as her leg 
muscles flexed and relaxed. She would have been kicking 
her legs just like Renee had, but with her ankles bound 
all she could do was twist her little feet around - one 
bare, the other still shod - and spread and curl her 
pretty toes. "OOH! OH! AAOOH!! AAAAOOWEEEE!" 

Her voice rose to a near-shout - then a sharp shriek as 
her entire body went rigid and she fell over the edge 
into her first real orgasm. I felt her pussy spasm 
beneath my palm and slid the device upwards so it 
rested directly on her clit. Then I could actually 
watch her inner lips tighten and relax, giving me a 
surprising view of her inner passage. Even more 
surprising was the way her immature pussy juice flooded 
out. She was almost a squirter at just eleven years of 
age!

For a good thirty seconds Karen's butt bounced up and 
down as she spasmed and strained against her bonds in 
pleasure now instead of fear. More gasping little yips 
forced their way out of her throat as a puddle, an 
actual puddle of her juvenile cunt cream spread on the 
wooden seat. She strained upwards against all her 
bonds, even the tie around her neck, turning a long 
groaning sigh into a choking rasp. Then the preteen 
went limp; her head lolled back and her butt plopped 
down onto the wet wood and slid forward.

"Gnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhh..." Karen sighed, slowly raising 
her head. I reached up and stroked her forehead, gently 
brushing back her hair, the strands dark with sweat. 
Blue eyes slowly swam back into focus as the sexual 
flush faded from her face, neck, and upper chest. Her 
nipples and clit were swollen and dark with blood. 
"Whhhhhaaa...?" It was as much an exhalation as a 
question.

I smiled at Karen as I continued to caress her. "Wow, 
you had a good one, didn't you? Now that's what 
masturbating should feel like. Way better than the way 
you were doing, wasn't it?" The fifth grader nodded 
dreamily, but then grimaced as she realized her ass was 
sliding around in liquid on the wooden seat.

"Oh, geez...." She tried to crane her head forward but 
her neck was still restrained by the velcro. Her hands 
and feet began to twist in agitation, rubbing her 
wrists and ankles against their bindings. Her face 
crumpled into an expression of disgust. "I...peed 
myself! Oh, no..."

"No, honey, that's not pee. It's your girl juices. You 
made a whole lot of it, that just means that you really 
really enjoyed yourself. Here, you can see it's nothing 
like pee." I swiped my fingers through the gooey liquid 
on the seat and held them up for her inspection. 

"Sniff!" 

She tried to jerk her head away, but I smeared the 
juice under her nose and across her cheeks and mouth. 
In fact, the room now smelled more than faintly of her 
preteen pussy. The odor was different than Renee's 
completely prepubescent juice. Karen was spicier, 
though nowhere near as pungent as a mature adult. I 
looked at her drenched and still-oozing cunny and my 
cock felt fit to burst from the realization that I had 
coaxed this out of her somewhat against her will.

"OK, you said you'd let me go after you showed me how 
to masturbate. You did, so now will you please untie 
meeeeEEEEEAHHH!" Her words ended in a shriek as I 
switched the toothbrush back on and clapped it against 
her swollen clitoris. "Noo! Noooah! Nuh! NUH! NUHHH!" 
Karen stiffened again as if electrified and her ass 
slid back and forth in the mess she had made, trying to 
wrench her oversensitive genitals away from the now-
torturous vibration.

"I will in a second, sweetie, but first - your hot 
little baby-cunt looks good enough to EAT!" And so 
saying, I shoved my face into her soaking slit, pushing 
my tongue up the length and slurping in a generous 
portion of her warm love honey. It was delicious. 

With one hand I kept the toothbrush pushed against her 
cunny while with the other I reached up and tweaked 
those lovely red nipples, pulling and pinching, rolling 
them between my fingers and thumb. The eleven-year-old 
was yipping and gasping, begging incoherently - for 
what, she probably didn't even know - as her body 
twisted this way and that. 

I kept my mouth and the vibrator fastened to her 
nearly-hairless cunny. I roughly rubbed Winnie against 
her clit while I slurped at her lips and hole. Then I 
ran the toothbrush downward while I captured her clit 
between my lips, sucking and trilling my tongue against 
it. Juices gushed out of her, soaking my beard, 
mustache, nose and cheeks. My nose and tongue thrilled 
to her most intimate flavors.

Within two minutes I felt her pussy spasm against my 
lips. Karen was cumming again, but I did not relent. I 
kept up my mechanical, manual, and oral assaults on her 
nipples and vulva, driving her to an ever higher sexual 
peak. Her yips became moans, then whines, and finally 
wild sobs as her immature nervous system was completely 
overloaded by orgasmic sensation. Her clitoris palpably 
throbbed between my lips and each flick of my tongue 
against it made her entire body jerk. Finally she was 
too wrung out to even catch her breath; her crying 
became a series of sobbing gulps.

I was gasping for breath myself. I stood suddenly and 
opened my shorts, yanking out my burning stiff penis. I 
waved it before her glazed, almost unseeing eyes, 
slapping it gently against her cheeks. She focused, 
staring in terrible fascination as I pushed the angry 
dark swollen head forward, pressing it lightly against 
her red lips. I didn't intend to force it into her 
mouth and indeed I had no time.  

Rocking my hips backwards, I aimed at her chest, jerked 
at my organ once, twice, and my cum surged out of me. I 
grunted like an animal as each shot splashed against 
her flushed skin. She flinched as five hot spurts 
landed on her, coating both nipples and running down to 
pool on her lap, in her bellybutton, over her smooth 
mound and mingling with her own cunt juice.

The last of my energy drained out of me with my semen. 
I milked the last drops out of my organ, then pushed it 
back in the child's face. She attempted to lean back 
away from it but I grabbed a handful of her hair in my 
other hand and held her so I could wipe my cock on her 
and smear sperm across the bridge of her nose and her 
cheeks.

I stepped around behind the chair and scooted it around 
so that Karen was looking directly at her reflection in 
the full-length mirror. I picked up her eyeglasses and 
gently fitted them back on her face. I stooped down and 
put my lips at her ear. "Look at you," I whispered. 
"You're a mess." And indeed she was. Her eyes were red 
and puffy from crying. 

She was flushed and gasping from exertion. Her long 
hair was in disarray, sweat matting strands to her 
forehead and neck. A big glob of sperm was running down 
the side of her nose, and her chest and belly were 
likewise dripping with my ejaculate. She stank of 
sweat. Her thighs, ass, and crotch were completely 
soaked with her own juices, and the puddle had actually 
overflowed the seat. Her skinny chest heaved as she 
fought to catch her breath. Her cunny lips were an 
angry red and noticeably inflamed. Her clitoris stood 
almost straight out from its hood, swollen far beyond 
its normal size. Her body shuddered and jerked 
erratically as little orgasmic aftershocks shot through 
her.

"What do you see, Karen?" I whispered. She shook her 
head vaguely, not really capable yet of a rational 
response. I stroked her hair gently as I continued. 
"I'll tell you what I see. I see a horny little girl. A 
horny little girl with a hot little baby-cunt that just 
loooooooves sex." 

I paused as I spoke to nibble at her delicate little 
ear. Each time I did a quick shiver wracked her naked 
body. "There's nothing wrong with that. What those 
fools at your church don't understand is that God made 
our bodies, and He gave us these feelings. God wants 
you to feel good. So you go ahead and play with your 
hot little baby-cunt whenever you want. You masturbate 
every day, at least once a day. And when you're sitting 
in church and they're telling you that sex is bad, you 
can nod and pretend to agree, and act like a pure 
little virgin. You can tell yourself this didn't feel 
good to you. You'll fool them, and you may try to fool 
yourself, but you can't fool me. I know the truth about 
you. God will know the truth about you. And deep down, 
you'll know the truth about you, you and that hot 
little baby-cunt of yours." 

I gently removed the velcro tie from Karen's neck and 
then unbound her wrists and ankles as well. She was too 
exhausted to move, though, and just sagged back in the 
chair. I lifted her knees gently over the chair arms 
and placed her little feet back on the floor. "Now you 
rest, and look at yourself, and think about what I 
said. I'll go get a towel and clean you up." I left the 
room.

The dazed fifth grader stared at herself in the mirror 
for a minute, taking in her disheveled hair, her 
nakedness, the semen and cunt juices smeared all over 
her. Slowly, she scooted forward in the chair again, 
spreading her legs wide. She reached her right hand 
down and gingerly placed it on her soaked little cunny, 
gasping and half-closing her eyes as her fingertips 
traced the reddened, abused tissues.

She licked her lips and swallowed and then, as her 
fingers slowly began circling around her button she 
began speaking softly to herself. Her voice was almost 
a sigh as she repeated over and over, "Touch my baby-
cunt. Touch my baby-cunt. Touch my baby-cunt..."

To be continued?

Thanks to all my correspondents for your feedback and 
support, and a special thanks to Buffy the Vampire 
Slayer for the loan of her yummy sushi pajamas.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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