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Subject: {ASSM} Jenny's Couch, part 3 (Mg, ped, mast, anal, cons, reluc, humil) by Rufus Fugit
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Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2006 16:10:05 -0400
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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. 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 /dev/null.

Jenny's Couch, part 3 (Mg, ped, mast, anal, cons, reluc, humil) by
Rufus Fugit

I didn't even speak to Karen for a couple of weeks after that afternoon
when I tied her up, stripped her, and forced two delightfully fierce
orgasms out of her reluctant eleven-year-old body. Every time I showed
up at Jenny's house after that Karen took one look at me and fled,
shutting herself in her bedroom the entire time I was there. I didn't
press it, since Renee complained to me that her sister was spending
ages in their shared bathroom every night now, "brushing her teeth".

We were sitting on the big sectional couch watching some after-school
cartoons. Renee was barefoot in a tshirt and loose khaki shorts. The
tshirt was from a jumprope contest her elementary school had sponsored
to raise money for the Heart Association.  She was sitting
cross-legged, leaning relaxed against me. I had my arm around the short
little girl, casually fondling her chest and belly. I hadn't tried to
do any more with the nine-year-old since that day, but I hadn't done
any less, either. Although I wasn't pressing the issue I treated her
body like it was a favorite toy, like I had a perfect right to touch it
any time. Even when other adults were around I would casually stroke
her long brown hair, rest my hand on her shoulder, or rub her back.
"You know she's not really brushing her teeth, don't you? That electric
toothbrush of hers is what she uses to masturbate. She's probably
sitting on the toilet, rubbing that thing into her cunny." I brushed my
fingers briefly across Renee's own crotch as I spoke, but then removed
my hand back to her torso. Renee absorbed this new information but as
usual, her face gave away little of what she thought about it.

My cock stiffened at the thought of the older girl masturbating
compulsively every evening, and probably hating herself for it. I was
wearing a pair of loose drawstring pants and a Hawaiian shirt. I had
taken to putting on silk boxer shorts on the days I was stopping by
Jenny's house. I enjoyed the feel of the cool slippery fabric against
my penis. It kept me in a state of constant partial arousal as I worked
my campaign to turn the two children into my eager sex toys. My pants
tented out a little as Renee continued, "I guess that's why the
bathroom smells funny when she's done." The little girl was smart, and
childishly uninhibited about sex as well. That was very unlike Karen
who apparently felt intensely guilty about her body's urges and her
inability to resist them. "I just wish she'd quit bugging me."

"Bugging you how?" I asked.

"You know...bugging me, like you did. She wants to touch me."

"Touch you? Like here, on your cunt?" My penis swelled again as I spoke
the dirty word into Renee's delicate ear, pressing my fingers again
into her crotch. "Why does that bug you? Don't you like that?"

"I like masturbating," Renee answered, "But, I dunno, I just don't want
her to. She's all weird about it, kind of mean. I dunno," she repeated.
I filed this information away.

"Have you masturbated yet today?" I asked. This frank, dirty talk with
the child was tremendously arousing to me. I could feel my heart
starting to race; my skin was alive to every inch of Renee's compact,
muscular little body leaning against me. My glans slid against my silk
underwear as, now fully erect, the stalk pressed against my abdomen.

Renee shook her head. "No, I do it at night in bed. I haveta be quiet,
but I can put my face in the pillow."

"Oh, that's smart that you figured that out." As I spoke I placed my
other hand on her thigh. Renee was a stocky girl but even so at just
nine years old the limb was slender enough that I could mostly encircle
it with my hand. I slid my fingers up the wide leg hole of her shorts,
feeling just up to the edge of her panties. "Since you haven't yet
today, can I do you? And you won't have to be quiet, either."

The dark-haired girl considered for a moment, unconsciously pushing out
her immature chest against my caress. "OK," she said, "But be nice. Not
so hard this time."

"Yes ma'am!" I smiled and kissed the top of her head, hugging her
tighter against me as I slipped my fingers beneath her panties. I
gently explored the warm, damp, smooth flesh of her hairless sex,
tracing the firm lips and feeling the heat coming from her tight slit.
She sighed and wriggled as I lightly circled the little cap of flesh at
the top of the slit. "Oh, you're such a hot little girl," I whispered
into her berry-scented hair. "Will you do something for me?" As I spoke
I stopped stroking her immature nipples, took her hand in mine and
pressed it against the throbbing bulge in my pants. I held it there for
a second, then slid her little palm up and down the length of the
cloth-covered tube. "Like that, ahhh..."

"What...? Oh, I know," Renee said mostly to herself. "That's your
thingy."

"That's right, Renee, that's my cock. And it's all stiff now, and it
feels so good when you do that. Yessssss..." I hissed through my teeth
as her hand glided up and down the length of my bulge. I returned the
favor, working my fingers into her slit. A little wetness began to coat
my fingertips and I spread it all around, circling the bud of her baby
clit as it peeked out. The girl cooed with pleasure and began humping
her mound against my hand. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed and her
breathing deepened, familiar signs to me of her mounting excitement.
"Do you like it when I rub your cunt, Renee?" She nodded without
speaking. "Tell me you like it; tell me what I'm doing and how good it
feels."

The child opened her eyes and looked up at me quizzically. "Why? Why do
you want me to talk - Ooo!" she exclaimed as I pressed hard and wiggled
my finger right on her clitoris.

"It's sexy, that's all," I explained. "You don't have to, but it makes
it feel even better for me when you do. It's like a game. Like I say,
'keep rubbing my big hard cock, your hand feels so good...'"

Renee looked dubious, but she was willing to comply. "I like you
rubbing my...cunt," she said, trying out the naughty word in her mouth.
"I'm getting tingly all over. Keep rubbing my cunt just like that." She
spoke matter-of-factly, the same way she'd describe her liking for
apples or ice cream, but as I continued masturbating the third grader
her voice got breathier. Hearing her talk about her cunt and
approaching orgasm in her high childish voice made my penis surge and
dribble precum under her continued ministrations. "Rub my cunt
faster...ah!...please. Your fingers feel...oh!...good on my cunt. Keep
rubbing it..."

I continued frigging her baby clit, gradually increasing both pressure
and speed, fanning my fingers inside her loose panties to brush all
over her smooth, hairless lips, stroking harder up and down between
them. For a couple of minutes the only sound was Renee's piping voice,
the rubbing of cloth and the squishing sounds of my fingers flicking
her hot, moist little clit back and forth. Then her round butt began
wriggling more energetically, her words trailed off into little pants
and exclamations, and I felt a fresh dribble of hot juice from her
vagina wet my hand. "Ooo!...ooo!...ooo! EEE!" She gave a little squeak
and stiffened, and then I felt her whole body began to tremble as I
hugged her hard against me. Her eyes were screwed shut and her lips
drawn back. Her hand clenched on my clothed penis and squeezed hard for
several seconds, giving me a spike of pleasure.

As Renee's orgasm receded the little girl melted against me, relaxing
into my enclosing arm. A smile spread across her face and she made
little "mm, mm" noises of contentment as I eased the pressure of my
hand between her legs, stroking fingers and palm gently now beneath her
panties, coating her lips and her entire vulva evenly with the fragrant
juice of her excitement. I stroked her sweaty forehead with my other
hand, kissed her scalp. "Oh, that was a nice one, wasn't it?" I
whispered.

Renee nodded. "Uh-huh. I felt good...fluttery, kinda... all over, not
just in my...cunt."

"I could tell. It's like I told you, the more you do it, the better it
gets. Help me get mine, now." Reluctantly I slid my hand out of the
child's panties. I gripped my pulsing hot cock and bent it out away
from my body, gathering the loose fabric of my trousers around it like
a cloth condom. I showed Renee how to hold the stalk and work her hand
to slide the fabric up and down. Her fingers didn't reach all the way
around its girth. A small stain of precum was already spreading from
the top, growing as the incredible sensation of the nine-year-old
masturbating me spread throughout my body. "Ah, that's it Renee. Pull
on my hard cock, jerk me off. Oh, that feels sooo good."

I slumped back against the cushions, enjoying the child's intent
expression as she focused on her thin forearm and fist moving up and
down, up and down. My legs began to dance around involuntarily as her
warm grip drew my orgasm closer. "Oh, yessss, sweetie. Faster, jerk me
faster, up and...ah!...down. I love you, you're so sexy, oh, oh! Here
it comes! Squeeze it now at the bottom, squeeze my cock hard and sloHH!
OH! OH! OH!" I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I sprayed my
semen into my underwear. My cock swelled against the child's tight grip
as each spurt sent a jolt of intense pleasure down to my curling toes.
"OH! OH! Ahhhhhh...." She continued rubbing, spreading the gooey fluid
all up and down my shaft. It soaked through and her hand began to slip
across the slick, wet fabric.

She raised her head to look into my face. "Was that a nice one?" she
asked, echoing me. In response, I wrapped both arms around her, pulling
her into a hug. Her arm was trapped between us, her hand still slowly
wanking my softening organ.

"Oh, it sure was, sweetie. You gave me a really nice one, thank you so
much." I cupped her little face in my hands. "Give me a big-girl kiss,
because I love you." I tipped her head back and bent to gently press my
lips against hers. She didn't pucker her mouth tight the way most
children do. "Open up a little," I whispered. I kissed her softly,
darting my tongue out to lick over her lips and just at her teeth - I
knew she wouldn't appreciate a tonsil-bath at her age. "Now hug me,
move your lips and kiss me back," I instructed. She took her hand out
of my soiled lap and wrapped her short arms as far as they would go
around my middle. 

Renee didn't know to close her eyes. I kept mine open too, and so we
each looked into the others' as we made out. The little girl giggled
into my mouth, losing the staring contest. The feel of her small, warm
body moving against my much larger adult form was enough to make my
cock start to swell again.

I reluctantly pulled away. "You taste like coffee," Renee said. "Yuck."
Despite that it appeared she had enjoyed our necking session. Her face
was a bit flushed, her hazel eyes bright, and her lips looked a little
swollen. 

"I love you, Renee," I repeated, "But I better go before your Mom gets
home and sees...this." I indicated the sticky wet stain that covered my
crotch. I stroked my hand one final time down across her flat chest,
her belly, her crotch warm and damp through her shorts, down her naked
leg and over her bare foot, feeling her arch and small toes. As I
gathered my jacket and knapsack, out of the corner of my eye I saw
Karen sitting in the shadows at the top of the stairs, watching. She
had her knees drawn up and I couldn't tell for sure but it looked like
one hand was moving under her short skirt.

My departure was just in time. Jenny pulled up in her car as I was
backing out of the driveway. I rolled my window down and we chatted for
a minute. She couldn't see the dark patch of cooling semen soaking my
trousers. As we spoke I casually rubbed my hand on my face, inhaling
the mild, piquant scent of her nine-year-old daughter's cunt. Then I
drove off, savoring the little girl's taste as I licked each finger in
turn.

It was the following weekend that I finally had a chance to corner
Karen. Jenny was a bridesmaid for a cousin's wedding. Rob had a
business trip at the last minute, so Jenny asked me to escort her.
Since the girls were in the wedding party we had to show up hours early
for photos. The photographer wasn't all that organized so there was a
lot of waiting to no purpose. I caught Karen in a corridor outside the
church sanctuary. It had never been my intention to get involved with
her; my erotic attraction had been only to Renee and our sex play
together was simple, uncomplicated fun. For all that Renee was younger
than Karen our relationship was closer to equals because the younger
girl's attitude was so straightforward. She liked to do what felt good
and didn't think twice about it. Karen was far more concerned about
others' good opinion of her and had had two more years for her church
to twist her head with its anti-sex propaganda, and was maybe just less
self-assured by temperament. Originally I'd only intended to use her
guilt over masturbating as a lever to keep her from telling on Renee
and me; but now it had become a game to manipulate her, playing on her
shame and confusion to see just how completely I could debauch the
fifth-grader.

There were lots of people milling around, but none very near us. The
ceiling was high and the lighting a bit dim. I came up behind her and
put my arm around her shoulder, turning so as to shield us with my back
from others in the corridor. "Hi, kiddo. Did you enjoy the show the
other day?" The eleven-year-old stiffened at my touch, her eyes
widening as the meaning of my words penetrated. "Yeah, I saw you at the
top of the stairs. You were playing with your babycunt, weren't you?"

I was rewarded with one of the girl's famous nuclear blushes. She
turned bright red from the roots of her blonde hair to the neckline of
her dress. She'd been preening all morning in that outfit, what was
probably one of her first grown-up style formal dresses. No flouncy
skirts, it was a simple wraparound sheath in a diaphanous pale blue
fabric with a pattern of large hibiscus-like flowers in varying darker
shades of blue. It had cap sleeves and a low square neckline that left
her upper chest bare. The delicate wings of her collarbone were very
sexy, I thought, especially with the skin flushing deep red like now.
The girl shook her head, flustered by my frank approach. "I wasn't...I
didn't...I mean..." 

I tightened my grip on her shoulder, enough to make her wince. I spoke
quietly but forcefully, looking down directly into her oval face. She
was a good foot shorter than me. "Karen, I don't like it when you lie
to me. I know you were masturbating watching me and your sister, and I
know you masturbate every night now, don't you? Don't you?" Unable to
break my gaze, the little girl slowly nodded, tears welling up in her
eyes.

Having forced this humiliating admission, I relented. "Look, I know it
embarrasses you to talk about, but it's nothing to be ashamed of." I
made my tone intimate and friendly now. I loosened my grip on her
skinny shoulder and gently rubbed my fingers up under the cap sleeve to
feel the warm bare skin beneath. "It's just part of growing up and a
normal thing to do. When you're hungry, you eat. When you're thirsty,
you drink. When your babycunt is hot, you masturbate. That's all."

Karen flinched at the familiar dirty word. Her blue eyes were shiny
with unshed tears and her chin wobbled as she spoke. "But...it's wrong!
They say so at church. And I want to all the time. I'm bad. I'm bad!"
Her voice was rising and I pulled her into a hug, as much to muffle the
volume as to comfort her.

"No, no, honey, that's just not so." I stroked her long hair down her
back. It reached almost to her pretty little preteen ass, and so did I.
"Oh, poor baby, that's just not true. I know you like your friends at
church, but they're plain wrong about this. You're not bad, I promise.
It's only bad if you hurt someone, or make them do something they don't
want to."

"But...YOU did that to me!" she whispered fiercely. "I didn't want to
be tied up! I didn't want to be naked! You made me!"

The little girl was sharp, I had to hand it to her. "Well...you thought
you didn't. But then when I showed you how to masturbate properly, you
loved it, didn't you? If I hadn't done that you wouldn't have learned
and you wouldn't be doing it all the time now, right? And you really
like the way it feels, don't you? Don't you?"

Karen had been shaking her head against my chest, but at my insistent
question she whispered "Yes," in a small voice.

"That was like, well, like at school. You don't always like the
lessons, sometimes it's boring, but you have to learn them so you'll be
smart. You didn't like being tied up at first, but I had to show you
how to make yourself feel good so you can grow up pretty and sexy."

"I'm just a dumb kid. I'm not sexy...am I?" Karen tilted her head back
to look up at me. Her confusion and guilt over her nascent sexuality
made her especially vulnerable to my flattery.

I caressed her cheek. "Oh, yes you are, Karen. You look really grown-up
in that dress, too. It makes you look very sexy." I trailed my hand
down her jawline to her neck, stroking her collarbone gently and down
lower. She was wearing a simple camisole under the dress, no bra yet,
and her puffy little nipples pressed against the shimmery fabric. I
reached down to gently grasp one between my thumb and fingers and
tweaked it, twisting my fingers back and forth. Karen jumped at the
first touch but I held her firmly with my other arm around her
shoulders and in just a few seconds I could see her barely-pubescent
body react to the intimate touch. Her mouth softened and her body
relaxed into mine. I could even feel her nipple stiffening against my
touch through the thin layers of cloth. "You're feeling sexy right now,
aren't you?" I purred. "You're just a horny little girl, even in the
middle of all these people. I bet your babycunt's getting wet, isn't
it?"

At the mention of "all these people" Karen came back to herself with a
start. She glanced around a little wildly at the crowded corridor. No
one was paying any particular attention to us but there were people
standing less than ten feet away. "N...no! I can't! Not here!" she
whispered guiltily. She tried to pull away but at the same time made a
muffled little squeak of pleasure as I pinched her sensitive nipple
harder.

Whether the fifth-grader realized it or not, she'd just conceded the
argument. "Not here" meant "but somewhere else is ok". We were standing
right in front of a door labeled "custodian". An idea occurred to me.
It would be taking an insane chance, but at the moment I was nearly
insane with lust for the cute child at my side. When I saw her trying
to look so innocent and composed in her pretty dress at the same time I
remembered the view from between her skinny thighs as she strained,
naked, against the bindings that held her spread-eagle in a chair,
writhing and whimpering in orgasm, her cunt and thighs drenched in her
juice and the smell of her hot, aroused preteen cunt filling the room
and swamping my senses. I had to have her again! A quick glance around
showed no one was watching us. I twisted the doorknob - unlocked! I
opened the heavy door just enough to push the Karen through ahead of
me, pulled it closed and shot the bolt.  

We found ourselves in a small, dimly-lit, windowless room, apparently a
combination supply closet and office for the church janitorial staff.
Mops, brooms, a bucket, rolls of toilet paper and paper towels were
stacked to one side; the room was mostly filled by a scarred old wooden
desk. I pulled the child back against me, and reached down over her
shoulders to stroke and tweak at her nipples with both hands now. Her
breath caught in her throat as my touch shot sexual sensations through
her undeveloped body. She leaned into my embrace and my stiffening cock
pressed into her back.

I continued molesting her cherry-sized nipples through the fabric for
several seconds. Then I reached down with one hand and bunched up the
material of her dress, lifting the hem until I could push my hand
beneath the front of it. I had to bend over a bit but I was easily able
to press my palm against Karen's panty-clad cunt. I was right; the
satiny fabric was hot and already damp to my touch. I rubbed slowly,
savoring the feeling of the moist cloth sliding easily over her smooth
lips. "AhhHHH!" She exhaled sharply at the touch. We stood there
front-to-back, the girl pressed against me and me bent down to reach
over her front, her pretty blue dress pulled up over my forearm as I
sawed my hand up and down over her panties, pressing my middle finger
between her swelling labia. I could feel little twitches and shudders
ripple through her thin body as I pushed the dampening fabric more
forcefully into her slit. I wiggled my finger in the wet furrow. I
could feel her clit swelling against the first joint and as I flicked
it from side to side through Karen's panties her knees trembled and she
slumped back against me. "Noooo..." she moaned. "Pleeeease...ah!" 

"'Please' what, honey?" I asked. "Please stop? Or please, more?" I
circled my finger around her clit, drawing another low moan and a surge
of fresh moisture from her. Then I actually broke contact, holding my
hand a fraction of an inch away from her panties, close enough that I
could still feel the heat emanating from her core. And - yes - she
couldn't help but push her hips forward, humping her mound against my
hand. I grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and holding
her at arm's length. "You want me to touch you, I can tell. Your
babycunt's too hot to stop now, isn't it?"

Karen's face was still flushed. Her eyes were wild, darting around the
room. Her mouth quivered soundlessly. I gave her a little shake and
repeated my question. Seemingly against her will she whispered just one
word: "Yes."

"Yes," I repeated. But it wasn't enough for her just to acknowledge her
desire. I didn't want her to be able to convince herself later that I'd
somehow forced her. I wanted her to have to admit her desires to
herself. "Then show me you want me to touch you, baby." I lifted her
dress with both hands, exposing her bare legs, her panties, and her
belly - pale in contrast to her tanned legs - up to her navel. "Take
your panties down for me. Go ahead, just pull them down so I can see
your pretty little babycunt. If you do that, I'll make you feel so
good." I didn't know if this would push the confused little girl too
far, but I was willing to risk it.

The tears that had been gathering in Karen's eyes finally spilled over.
She wouldn't meet my eye, staring down instead at the bulge in my dress
pants. But she didn't back away. Cheeks flaming red with humiliation,
she slowly grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged at them. I
swallowed, entranced by the forbidden eroticism of the situation. The
elastic rolled down her skinny hips bringing first her nearly bald
mound and then her vulva into view, her fine light fan of hair barely
visible, glinting in the overhead light. The damp fabric clung at
first, finally pulling away to reveal labia swollen and pink with
blood. Her slit was pulled open a bit, and her clitoris already stood
out proud, looking almost oversized compared to the rest of her
undeveloped genitalia. The entire area was shiny and slick with wetness
and her baby honey oozed freely from the bottom of the slit.

Karen slid her tiny panties down to mid-thigh and stopped, unable to
reach any lower without bending. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs
as she exposed herself before my adult gaze. She shivered slightly as
the cool air caressed her naked privates. I cupped her small face in my
hands, brushing away her tears. "Yes," I said again. My voice was
hoarse and I was having trouble getting enough air. "What a good, good
girl you are. You see how much better it is when you're honest. I'm
going to make you feel wonderful now. Hold your dress up for me." She
took the hem from me and pulled it even higher, exposing herself almost
to her nipples in a near-parody of the way much younger girls will
sometimes pull their skirts up over their faces when embarrassed. I
leaned over and tugged at her panties. They came loose and fell down
her thin legs to puddle around her ankles, resting on her shiny leather
shoes.

With my left hand I reached around and pressed gently on the base of
her spine, just above her ever-so-slightly flaring hips.  Karen arched
her back slightly in response, emphasizing the still-childish roundness
of her belly and the way it curved down to her smooth mound. I placed
my right hand flat against that belly, feeling her muscles quiver with
fear beneath her smooth, warm skin. I slid my palm down until I cupped
her almost hairless mound, sliding my middle finger up her slit until
it reached her clitty which I then gently pinched between finger and
thumb. The effect on Karen was immediate. The child clenched her arms
tight against her chest. Her mouth opened wide in a strangled cry and I
could see her legs trembling in the dim light. I squeezed gently and
rubbed her swollen pleasure button between my finger pads. A series of
choked little whines forced themselves out of her throat as she strove
to stay quiet. 

The heat rising off her crotch was palpable to me and the room began to
fill with the lovely sweet and pungent scent of her pubescent arousal.
Her hips twitched involuntarily and she gave a little yip as the
movement pulled her baby clit tight in my grip. The abused little
nubbin was too slick to hold and it slipped free and snapped gently
back. I slid my middle finger down into her wet slit. It was time to
learn if I'd seen correctly when I'd had her naked snatch spread wide
before me. Curling my finger, I pushed it slowly into her vagina. She
was so very tight but soaking wet, and I slid easily into incredible
heat with an audible squishing sound. I pushed steadily and in seconds
my finger was completely embedded in the eleven-year-old's cunt. There
was no obstruction; I'd seen correctly that she had no hymen. She
may've broken it years ago while playing or perhaps she was one of the
few little girls born without much of one. Either way, she was fully
open to my assaults, now and in the future.

The feel of her first penetration took Karen's breath away. Her face
was again beet-red and she gasped, gaping down at herself where my
finger disappeared into her cunt. It was in a molten velvet vise and I
could feel her muscles twitching and squeezing at it. I slid the finger
slowly out until just the tip remained inside, then quickly shoved it
back in, causing the fifth-grader to moan then squeal sharply -
"Ooooooo...AIE!" - as the top of my palm squashed her lips apart.  A
fresh surge of her baby honey dribbled out into my palm; drips of
lubrication were now oozing down both thighs.

I leaned further so we were almost nose to nose. "Do you like that,
Karen?" I whispered.

She was barely coherent. "OOO! Feels...oh!...good! It's...oh...big,
ohno ohno, good, ah!" I pulled my finger entirely out of her cunt; the
little girl gave a soft groan of disappointment but I quickly replaced
the finger with my thumb, pushing and twisting the thicker digit until
I was again fully embedded in her juvenile tunnel. Now my palm was
underneath her with my slimed middle finger pressing up in the crack
between her tight, smooth little butt cheeks. I probed lower. Karen's
body stiffened as my fingertip found her puckered anus but I swiftly
pressed upward and inward without pause. The sphincter muscle clenched
tight against this unnatural invasion but the lubrication let my finger
slide into her. I pushed and within seconds the eleven-year-old was
fully penetrated front and back, forcing an agonized "noooooarrrgh!"
from her throat. The pressure against my thumb was almost painful as
the child's abdominal muscles squeezed and released inside the hot, wet
tunnel of her cunt. Meanwhile, the feel of her ass around my finger was
even tighter and even hotter, though her colon felt less smooth and
drier to the touch than her vagina.

If I was electrified by the feeling of performing this double
penetration on an eleven-year-old girl, for little Karen the sensations
were beyond anything she had ever known. Her knees buckled and I had to
grab her around the back and hold her slender body against me to
prevent her entire weight from falling onto my palm and forcing my
fingers even further inside her. Her face was pressed into my suit
jacket which fortunately muffled her inarticulate cries. "Put your arms
around my neck, honey," I urged her. I had to repeat myself twice
before she understood me well enough and complied. With her holding on,
I straightened up, partially lifting her with my embedded fingers and
palm. Karen had no choice but to rise up onto her toes; her trembling
arms were weak with pleasure so nearly all her weight was now supported
by my hand pressing against her tender perineum. 

I started wiggling my finger and thumb inside her, curling and
straightening, back and forth. She jumped and danced, flailing her legs
to get her feet solidly on the floor but I wouldn't let her down. Her
head fell back, her mouth working and eyes squinched shut as the new
feelings of being doubly invaded overwhelmed her.  But when I squeezed
my fingers together, actually rubbing them against each other with the
thin walls of her vagina and colon between, it was too much for the
little girl. She'd been having little orgasmic spasms ever since I
first pinched her baby clitoris but now she lost all control. Her feet
left the floor entirely. Her panties dropped off, freeing her legs to
kick randomly forward and back. She bounced and gyrated wildly against
my hand, rising up and then forcing herself down, pushing my finger and
thumb as deep as they would go. I had to put my other hand on the back
of her head and press her face firmly into my chest to muffle her
voice. "GAAH! YEEAH! GUH! AAAH! NAAAIEE!" She sobbed out her pleasure
as her diaphragm spasmed and I felt her tender body shake violently
against me. Creamy, aromatic preteen juice ran freely out of her cunt,
overflowing my palm and spreading down the inside of her legs. I could
barely contain my own pleasure at the feel of her slender body writhing
and jerking against my tumescent member and I came perilously close to
cumming in my pants myself.

At eleven most people would consider Karen still a child, but this was
definitely not a child's orgasm. It lasted for well over a minute and I
just rode it out with her, letting her spasms push my fingers in and
out of her vagina and rectum. Finally, though, the waves began to
recede. She sagged against me, all the strength going out of her and I
had to catch her around the back again to prevent her from falling. I
took a step forward and gathered up her skirt behind me so I could set
her naked ass on the edge of the old wooden desktop. Slowly, I slid my
fingers out of her, savoring the way her orifices sucked at them as if
reluctant to let go. Karen gave a long, low moan as she felt the
invading digits leave her. With my hand now free, I gently disengaged
her arms from my neck and straightened. She wobbled, but caught
herself. Her eyes were glassy. Sweat beaded her forehead and tears
tracked her lovely oval face. Her chest heaved, her swollen little
puffies pushing out her bodice as she fought for breath. 

"That, you beautiful sexy little girl, was an orgasm. All I want to do
is make you feel good like that. Did you like it?"

The little girl's face relaxed into a tentative smile as she panted.
She gulped and tried to find her voice. "Uh huh," was all she managed
to gasp out.

I picked up her discarded panties. First I wiped my fingers clean, then
kneeled before her to sponge up the juices smearing her legs that ran
down almost to her ankles. The delicious scent of her aroused cunt
filled my nose as I continued to speak, choosing my words deliberately.
"See how good sex is? Just because it's private doesn't make it bad.
Just because you wouldn't want your church friends, or your school
friends, or your mom or dad to see you here with your panties off and
your babycunt wide open doesn't change that." The little girl's face
clouded as I reminded her of the secretive nature of her new favorite
pastime and I could see shame welling up, fighting with recent pleasure
as she struggled to understand her body's new urges. I was enjoying
this approach, intending to keep her confused and emotionally
off-balance until she was too dependent on my good opinion of her to
even think of revealing our activities.

By the time I finished cleaning her legs and thighs her panties were
wringing wet, yet cream was still oozing from her red, distended slit.
I held the soaked fabric balled under my nose and inhaled deeply, then
stuffed them down my own pants. "Can't I have my panties back?" Karen
asked me plaintively.

"They're soaked, sweetie, and they reek. If you were wearing them when
you walk down the aisle, everyone on both sides will smell your
babycunt, and I don't think you want that." She shook her head
vigorously, blushing one more time as she realized she would spend the
ceremony and the rest of the day naked underneath her skirt. I stood
and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm glad you had fun. I didn't
get to have an orgasm yet, though. It's not really fair, but we've been
in here too long. Don't want anyone to miss us. I'm going to slip out
and when it's clear I'll open the door for you, then you go straight
around the corner to the bathroom. Wet some paper towels, go into the
stall, and use them to clean off that sopping little babycunt so it
doesn't smell so much. Then splash some water on your face, too. Got
it?" She nodded. "Tell you what, though. Once the reception gets going,
tell your mom that you're bored and I'll offer to drive you home.
You're such a sexy little girl, with such a hot little babycunt, I'm
going to buy you something special and then you can give me my orgasm.
How about that, is that a deal?" Karen looked a little dazed from my
rapid patter; she still wasn't completely recovered from her orgasm,
but she nodded again. I smiled, thinking about the bargain she had just
accepted and how much I would enjoy explaining it to her in detail
later.

I brushed back an errant lock of blonde hair then put my hands under
her armpits and lifted her off the desk to her feet, surprised all over
again at how light she was. I straightened her skirt, then cracked the
door and cautiously peeked out. The hall was less crowded and I stepped
quickly out. No one noticed. I placed my body to block the doorjamb
from view, then reached behind me and pulled the door open again. Karen
slipped out and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Just as I closed the door, Jenny came out of the sanctuary, looked
around and saw me. She walked over, asking if I'd seen Karen and Renee;
the photographer was finally ready for them. "I think Karen's in the
bathroom," I answered, "I'll go find Renee and bring her back." I
strode off while Jenny went to get the older girl.

To be continued...

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