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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.

   This and other stories available at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rufusfugit.

   Jenny's Couch, part 8 (Mg, Mgg, ped, oral, mast, reluc) by Rufus Fugit

   Karen was exhausted.  By the time the dinner plates were cleared away
and I had served the girls some ice cream for dessert, the half-naked
eleven-year-old was literally falling asleep in her seat.  It was amusing
to watch.  Her eyes would droop closed and she'd start to nod forward, but
as she did the tender tissues of her sorely used preteen pussy would scrape
against the towel she was sitting on and the sting would bring her bolt
upright again.

   Her exhaustion was understandable, as she had had a very eventful
afternoon.  Except for the hour or so we'd been doing homework she'd been
having sex of one kind or another pretty much since the moment she'd walked
in the door after school.  I'd finger-fucked her in her own bed for
starters.  Then after her homework was complete nine-year-old Renee had
jerked me off into her mouth and she'd swallowed that load.  She'd learned
how to eat pussy, thanks to Renee's willingness to act as tutor.  She
really needed to learn on an adult woman - the thought of the innocent
fifth-grader's face buried in a mature, hairy vagina brought a smile to my
face and a pleasant throb to my crotch - but that would have to wait. 
After half an hour of licking her little sister's bald cunny while I ate
hers in turn, Karen had been practically unconscious, overloaded with
sexual pleasure, and that's when I gave her her first fuck.  She'd screamed
like crazy at first but in the end her body had betrayed her.  Once the
first shock of penetration was past she'd accepted an adult cock splitting
her apart.  She'd even felt stabs of pleasure as I mauled her poor
overstretched clitoris.  I'd fucked two more loads of jizz into her before
we were done.  Most of the slimy mucus had run out of her gaping cunt and
soaked into the towel during dinner.

   Renee had finished her ice cream but Karen's had largely melted into
soup as she dozed.  After the third time she nearly planted her face right
in the bowl, I spoke up.  "Karen, I think it's time to get ready for bed."
I reached out and stroked her long, tangled blond hair.  She started awake
at my touch, then relaxed into it.  I cupped her shoulder beneath the mane
of hair, admiring the feel of her warm, firm skin beneath her thin pajama
top.  "I know it's early still, but I think you've had a very big day. 
Let's get you a bath and then I'll put you to bed."

   Karen put her hands flat on the table and slowly pushed herself erect,
wincing at the pain from the overstretched, raw tissues of her
nearly-hairless vagina.  The towel, crusty with dried semen and her own
juvenile cunt cream, clung to her slit as she stood.  She whimpered softly
as it pulled loose.  She stood for a second, swaying slightly, then took a
tentative step away from the table.  Half an hour of sawing my adult cock
in and out of her virgin babycunt had left her almost too sore to walk
before dinner; sitting in place for the meal had only made it worse.  She
made little moans of discomfort with each hobbling bowlegged baby step. 
Her bare vulva was still red and irritated and her labia had yet to
completely close back up.  Below the hem of her pj top her abdomen, crotch,
and thighs were crusted with our mingled secretions, and a flaky trail of
dried jizz snaked down the inside of one leg.

   At this rate it'd take us half an hour to get to the upstairs bathroom.
I stepped around the table and swept up the half-naked child in my arms. 
She gasped at the fresh sting in her abused pussy but then settled,
nestling her head against my shoulder.  Turning, I addressed her younger
sister.  "Renee, would you please clear the dessert plates?  Then you can
read or play quietly until I've put your sister to bed." The younger girl
nodded, scowling.  She'd been OK while I'd kept her busy preparing and
eating our meal, but watching her sister's defloration had shaken her
badly. Renee enjoyed our sexual activity a lot, but unlike her sister I
wasn't forcing her to try new things; what we did flowed naturally from her
affection for me and two years of gentle, gradual grooming.  Only weeks had
elapsed, though, from when Karen had first spied on us en flagrante and
throughout that time I'd been pushing the older girl, smashing her sexual
boundaries repeatedly.  Her guilt at her body's sexual responsiveness kept
her quiet while that same preadolescent yearning kept her coming back for
more.  This afternoon wasn't the first time Renee had seen that dynamic in
play but the sight of her older sister crying and begging me to stop as I
held her down and shoved my adult-sized penis into her immature pussy was
too much for the little girl to process, even if Karen's screams and cries
had turned to moans of pleasure in the end.  Worse was maybe that Renee
felt complicit.  I would have to deal with the younger girl's upset, but
for now it was most important to get Karen cleaned up and in bed before her
parents got home.

   I carried the spent child upstairs to the bathroom.  I drew a warm bath.
Karen dozed sitting on the plush-covered toilet lid while I undressed her
as if she were half her actual age.  I unstrapped her sandals and bared her
narrow feet, and as I bunched her pajama top under her armpits she
obediently raised her arms over her head.  I helped her into the tub, and
she hissed as she settled down and the warm water stung the stretched and
raw tissues of her vagina.  She reclined, eyes closed, as I gently washed
her from above her delectable puffy nipples down to her pretty toes,
soaping away the sweat, cunt juice, and sperm that had dried on her body. I
was extra gentle with her labia but she still shifted uncomfortably and
whined her discomfort as the washcloth scraped the sensitive skin.  "Sorry,
sweetie," I murmured, but I continued until all the dried residue of our
afternoon's exertions was removed.

   The eleven-year-old remained silent and unresisting as I helped her back
to her feet.  I dried her while the water drained from the tub.  I guided
her to sit back down on the commode and left her with the towel draped
around her thin shoulders while I went to fetch her pj bottoms from her
bedroom.  But when I returned I was greeted by a thrilling site.  Karen had
slid her butt forward and leaned back against the tank.  Her legs were
spread and the fingers of her right hand were slowly tracing the changed
contours of her vulva.  Her mouth was open and she made quiet breathy gasps
as she caressed the stretched, irritated skin.  As I watched from the
bathroom doorway, her finger moved up to gently press against the reddened
and still swollen hood of her juvenile clitoris.  Her lips pursed and her
brow wrinkled in mingled pleasure and discomfort, but she began circling
the little button of flesh.

   I had thought I was completely spent myself but at the sight of the
fifth-grader unable to resist her regular nightly masturbation, even as
thoroughly fucked-out as she was, I felt my cock begin to stiffen inside my
trousers.  Karen was oblivious to me, focused only on the pleasure she was
carefully coaxing from her well-used clit.  I opened my trousers and fished
out my penis, letting it poke out between my shirt tails.  It rose
gradually as I watched the erotic sight.  Karen's skinny hips rotated
slowly, pushing her smooth mound into her fingers.  Her mouth was working
and, stepping closer, I could hear she was whispering to herself in between
quiet whimpers and moans.  "...my babycunt.  Uh, uh, ah!  My whore
babycunt, oh..."

   "Dang, you just can't help it.  You really are a total whore!" Karen's
eyes flew open at the sound of my voice.  She opened her mouth to protest
but I cut her off by slapping my half-erect penis back and forth against
her cheeks.  "Don't deny it, Karen.  We fucked until you can barely walk,
and here you are diddling yourself again." Her cheeks flamed red and her
head drooped in shame as I continued in a tone of amused disgust, "No
normal girl would be like that.  But you - just look at you!  You can't
leave that babycunt alone can you?  Silly whore." Tears welled in the young
girl's eyes as my words struck home, but she made no move to cover herself
or remove her hand from her bare crotch.

   "That's right, don't stop, sweetie," I encouraged her.  "Keep making
yourself feel good, that's it." I bent to briefly press my hand over hers
between her spread legs.  Her clitoris stood up proud again as she flicked
her fingers lightly against it.  Each touch brought a little twitch and
gasp from her.  I watched the muscles in her abdomen tense and relax under
her golden skin.  The pale, fine hairs covering her body glinted in the
bright overhead light as the young girl gently writhed in tortured
pleasure.

   Straightening, I supported my half-erect cock with my palm.  I lifted
her chin with my other hand so I could continue bouncing my cock off her
blushing cheeks, her chin, lips, nose, smearing them with dollops and
splashes of precum.  Her eyes were filled with tears, but her body betrayed
her again.  As her fingers gently pushed on her swollen clit her mouth
opened in a little gasp of pleasure.  Taking it for an invitation, I rocked
my hips forward and the head of my cock slid into her mouth.  The feel of
her tongue slipping across the underside of my organ made me gasp myself
and pulse towards full hardness.  Standing off to the side as I was, the
head pushed out against her cheek and I could feel the elastic skin
pressing back against me.  Karen began sucking my cock gently, not really
doing much beyond letting it rest in her warm, wet mouth while she
continued her languorous masturbation.  She made an occasional slurping
sound and her little hums and moans of pleasure vibrated against the shaft
as I moved it slowly back and forth, her cheek bulging and hollowing with
the motion.

   "Oh, that's right," I encouraged her.  "That feels so good, you're such
a good little cocksucking whore, what a hot babycunt.  I fucked that
babycunt so good, you look prettiest with a cock in your mouth.  I bet you
taste it all day at school tomorrow..." The words were harsh but my tone
was gentle.  Karen blushed and quivered with humiliation, the flush
deepening in her cheeks and creeping back to her ears and up her forehead,
but she made no attempt to back off the penis filling her mouth or take her
fingers off her clitoris.  Instead she spread her legs wider apart, her
thin feet tilting onto their sides.  Her legs began to jerk and tense
slightly with her rhythmic self-abuse.

   Movement in the bathroom doorway caught my eye.  Renee was standing in
the hall, staring in anxiously at the tableau of her big sister with her
mouth once again stuffed full of cock.  The third-grader had been witness
to much of Karen's sexual education.  Since she and I were carrying on our
own affair she had accepted most of what she saw as normal, without
completely understanding how I was manipulating Karen's conflicted guilt
over her runaway sexual appetite.  While I was also of necessity teaching
Renee about her body and its sexual response I had never forced her beyond
the limits of her own pleasure; to the extent such a thing could be between
a naive nine-year-old and an adult, our sex was fully consensual.  I
gestured the little girl into the room.  She came reluctantly to my side,
keeping her eyes on her older sister's face as she stepped carefully around
her bare feet twitching on the tile floor, toes curling and uncurling. 
"Is...is she okay?" she half-whispered.

   I stroked her hair and rubbed her back through her wrinkled sundress,
mirroring my actions with the naked girl on my other side.  "She's better
than okay, Renee, she's...ah!" Karen made a loud slurping sound as her hips
gyrated more strongly.  Her stretched little quim was too sore for her to
do more than lightly touch and flick at her clit, but that was having an
effect.  Moisture was beginning to leak from between the swollen labia and
her breath was whistling in her nose.  "She's fine," I continued.  "Look,
she's making herself feel good."

   "You hurt her," Renee said accusingly, getting right to the point.  "She
didn't want to, but you put your thingy in her.  You made her."

   "I know, sweetie, I...ummm...didn't want to hurt her, but I had to.  She
had to learn."

   "Why?"

   "Ahh...just look at her!" Renee didn't understand.  "Renee, how often do
you play with your cunny?  Every day?" She shook her head, her brown braids
swinging.  "If you don't do it for a couple of days, that doesn't bother
you, does it?  But Karen's different.  Her cunny's always hot now.  That's
part of what it means that she's a whore." Karen moaned softly, and unshed
tears squeezed out of the corners of her closed eyes, but other than that
she gave no sign that she heard.  Her hand stayed in steady motion as her
fingers repetitively tickled her swollen pleasure button.  Her lips kept up
their light suction around my cock as I slowly pushed it in and out, the
ridge of the head outlined against her cheek.  She slurped and swallowed
occasionally as her mouth filled with saliva.  It was like she was
half-asleep, or in a trance.  She didn't protest my description of her
perverse, out-of-control sexuality to her little sister.  All that mattered
to her was the heat slowly rising in her loins.

   "She has to get some sex every day, or it makes her a little
crazy...mm!" I was having my own problems concentrating.  "Like when you
saw her today at school?  She had to have an orgasm so badly that she did
it right out on the playground.  What if someone had seen?  But so, oh!, so
now that she can fuck, that feels really REALLY good, better than just
touching yourself.  If she fucks a lot, that'll help her."

   Renee looked up at me, her eyes round and her face twisted in
concentration as she tried to follow my explanation.  Her gaze darted back
and forth from me to her sister.  I loved that while she was worried, she
didn't find it especially abnormal at all to be standing next to her uncle
while her naked big sister sucked his cock and masturbated.  "But...how
will it help her if it hurts?"

   "Well, that's the whole thing with her.  It hurts her, but the hurt
feels good at the same time.  Check this out." I pulled my penis out of
Karen's mouth with an audible pop.  I began slapping it against her cheeks
again, side to side, sliming her face with my precum and her own spit. 
"Dirty little whore," I said, drawing the expected response - the flush of
shame, the spilling tears, but at the same time the twitches and sighs of
pleasure as her clitty ached and throbbed beneath her fingers.  "See?" I
said to Renee.  "You try it now."

   Renee looked quizzically from Karen's flushed face to her humping little
crotch.  Tentatively, she said, "whore," then louder, "whory dirty whore!"
Each time, Karen shook her head, cheeks flaming, but she didn't stop
masturbating and her breath became more labored.

   "Good girl, Renee," I praised the nine-year-old.  "You're helping Karen.
Remember, she likes it when it hurts like that!" I could tell this didn't
really make sense to the younger child, but my praise and Karen's evident
mounting arousal - her fingers were now shiny with the juice she was
spreading over her mound - convinced her that it was okay to play this
game. Her next words showed that she connected this with the afternoon,
weeks ago, outside their elementary school.

   "I'm going to tell everyone, Karen!" she said.  "I'm going to tell
Raymond, and Marilee, and Caitlin, and even Mrs.  Weldon and Principal
Hoomey.  I'm going to tell them all that you're a dirty little whore, and
you masturbate all the time, and you suck your uncle's thingy, and you'll
suck anyone's thingy for money!  Dirty little whore, dirty little whore!"

   Karen went off like a rocket.  Despite barely being able to stand
touching her stretched, abused babycunt, the images conjured by her
sister's words sent electric stabs of pleasure shooting from her clit all
over her body, to her stomach, her swollen nipples, down to the tips of her
pretty toes.  "Nuhh, nuhh, no, NOOO!  Ah, ah, AH!" she moaned as she
imagined herself stripped naked in front of her classroom, on her knees
with her teacher behind her and the boys lining up to stick their skinny
little boycocks in her.  Everyone will see, she thought despairingly,
certain that being fucked had left some visible brand on her, and at that
thought her entire body tensed, her legs jerked and her fingers smooshed
her throbbing clit from side to side as her pubescent body shuddered and
sobbed through another orgasm.

   As the spasms of pleasure faded, she sagged back against the tank,
completely spent.  Her long blond hair, still damp from the bath, was wild
around her sweaty, tear-tracked face.  The fading flush brought the smears
and snail-tracks of precum on her cheeks, chin, and nose into higher
relief. She didn't respond at all as I gently scrubbed the mess away with
the sleeve of her pajama top.  Renee watched cooly as I struggled to get
her big sister's limp nude body into the thin cotton pajamas.  She wasn't
heavy, but she was dead weight when I picked her up, hands and bare feet
swinging limply, and carried her into her bedroom.

   I laid the girl gently on her bed and tucked her in.  Her eyes fluttered
open as I stroked her forehead and bent to kiss it gently.  "Sleep tight,
Karen," I whispered, "If you're still a little sore in the morning, try not
to show it, ok?  You don't want anyone figuring out you fucked a grownup,
do you?" She shook her head.  "Good girl.  We'll take it easy tomorrow. 
While you're at school, you think about ways to have fun that won't hurt,"
and I patted her tender crotch under the covers.  Her eyes closed and I
gently kissed her forehead again.  "Nitey-nite." I smiled to myself as I
switched off the light and left her room.  Even if she didn't follow that
instruction, her sore pussy pressed against the hard wooden school chairs
would be an inescapable reminder of her shameful secrets all day long.

   Renee had retreated to her own room and was sitting on the floor in a
nest of discarded clothes and stuffed animals, reading.  I lowered myself
to sit beside her.  We sat for several minutes in companionable silence.  I
gently stroked the nine-year-old's shoulders and neck as she bent over her
book.  After awhile she closed the book and put it aside.  She threw her
arms around me and buried her face in my chest.  "I love you!" she said,
her voice muffled.

   "I love you, too, Renee," I said, my heart swelling.  I lengthened my
stroke so my hand moved all up and down her side.  I cupped her butt
through the thin sundress, moved gently up to tickle beneath her armpit. 
She giggled and squirmed against me.  "I'm sorry it was scary.  Just
remember I love Karen and I don't want to hurt her.  But I love her
differently than you, and she needs different things than you.  You watch,
in a week she'll be begging to fuck more." I wasn't sure how much sense I
was making; I was getting distracted by the feel of Renee's sexy,
undeveloped body hugged against me and the slightly sweaty scent of her. 
But the child seemed to accept it.  "Do you want to read until bedtime?" I
asked.  "Or," reaching underneath the elastic bodice of her dress to gently
tug at a tiny nipple, "something else?"

   Renee said something that sounded like "Hmph," but her voice was muffled
against my body.  "Do you need ANOTHER orgasm?" Her left hand groped in my
lap.  I'd tucked my penis away but my fly was still open and I gasped as
her stubby fingers brushed the half-hard organ.  "You do, don't you?" I
could only shut my eyes and nod as she fished my stiffening pole out of my
pants and began slowly jerking it, squeezing and releasing gently.

   "Oooh, Renee," I sighed.  "You're so good at that." In truth, my cock
was a little numb from three orgasms in an afternoon, but it was still
incredibly exciting to watch the nine-year-old child masturbate me.  Her
expression was intent as her eyes moved back and forth from my face to my
crotch.  I could see her small bicep flex and relax under the smooth skin
as her arm moved up and down.  She pulled the loose skin of the shaft as
far up around the flaring head as it would go, squeezing hard.  Precum
oozed out, coating her fingers and dribbling down into my nest of pubic
hair.  While continuing to work her hand back and forth, Renee leaned
slowly down, bringing her face ever-closer to the swollen mushroom.  I
wondered what she was doing when she sniffed delicately, her nose almost
bumping the shiny, oozing slit.

   "You like it when Karen puts your thingy in her mouth, don't you?" she
asked in a thoughtful tone.

   My eyebrows rose.  I had an inkling where she was going with this but I
wanted to let her get there at her own pace.  "I do," I answered.  "A mouth
is all warm and wet - you liked it when she ate your cunny, didn't you?"

   "Yeah," she answered quietly and as I watched in amazement the
third-grader pointed my organ at her closed mouth and slowly brushed
against it, smearing my secretions across her lips.  I jumped at the warmth
of the gentle kiss and the feel of her exhale on the wet skin.  She sat up,
looking directly at me as she licked her lips.  Her brow furrowed slightly.
"It doesn't taste bad," she announced.  "Do you promise not to squirt in my
mouth?"

   I was overwhelmed by the erotic vision of the little girl smacking her
lips on my precum.  "Oh, sweetie," I said, and pulled her to me, seeking
her lips with mine.  She opened her small mouth as I had trained her and
her tongue flicked out, brushing across my teeth and tangling with my own
tongue-tip.  I lifted the hem of her sundress as we kissed so I could run
my hands up her bare back and hold her small body.  I felt her breathing
against me and the room was quiet except for the soft smacking sounds of
our kissing, and the quiet hiss of her hand still gliding across the wet
flesh of my cock.  "I promise," I breathed into her open mouth, and my
voice was hoarse with arousal.

   "Okay," the little girl said, sitting back from our embrace.  I spun in
place a quarter-turn so we were facing each other instead of side-by-side.
Renee arranged herself Indian-style between my open legs.  She wrapped both
hands around my shaft, covering most of its length and leaving just the
wet, swollen head poking out above one little fist.  Slowly, slowly she
bent her head, then giving herself no chance for second thoughts she opened
her mouth wide and clamped her lips around me.

   "Ahh!" I cried in surprise as I felt her nimble tongue immediately
attack the sensitive skin with vigor.  Her eyes were squinted shut at
first, but after a few seconds they opened wide and she looked up at my
face.  I grunted and my hips squirmed uncontrollably under her unsubtle but
effective oral technique.  The sensations were multiplied by the sight of
her small, pretty face impaled on my organ.  Her lips were stretched wide
and her chubby round cheeks hollowed.  Her thumb and fingers barely met
around the girth; I could see a large vein pulsing where it snaked across
the dark flesh beneath between the pale moons of her short fingernails. 
Her hazel eyes met mine, then crossed as she looked down at the shaft.  Her
brown braids bobbed as she moved back and forth.  She couldn't fit more
than just the head in her mouth but she twisted her neck to rotate slightly
around it and all the while her tongue was swirling all over the tip.

   I placed my hands on the top of Renee's head, not guiding her motion at
all, just spreading my fingers wide in her wavy brown hair.  She made
slurping sounds as she learned to breathe around the hot flesh tube
invading her mouth.  From time to time her upper teeth scraped lightly over
the ridge of my cockhead, but I didn't mind.  I was getting amazing
fellatio from a nine-year-old in her own bedroom.  As tired as I was,
before long I could feel the familiar tingling rising from my balls. 
"I'm...getting close, honey," I gritted out.  "Oh, you're so good at
sucking my cock.  Get ready, get ready...AH!" I grabbed at the top of her
thick brown braids and pulled her mouth up off of me.  As she disengaged
with a popping sound her hands squeezed tight around my shaft and she
pulled, milking my orgasm out of me.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" My voice went squeaky
as my aching balls emptied and small globs of semen oozed thickly from the
tip.  Damn, it hurt!  It stung but at the same time it felt wonderful as my
cock swelled against the child's tight grip.  I thrust my hips, pushing the
pulsing organ up at her face.

   Fortunately, my fourth orgasm of the day produced very little ejaculate
and what there was just dribbled out and ran down across Renee's fingers. I
grunted and leaned back on my elbows, watching as the child moved my
softening organ from side to side in her two-handed grip, examining the
dribbles of cooling mucus.  I took a few panting breaths, feeling my
pounding heart start to slow as the effects of my climax faded.  I sat back
up and gave my child sex partner a big smile.  "Wow, Renee, that was
awesome!  You're awesome!" Her reserve cracking, she favored me with a
rare, shy smile.

   "I could feel your thingy in my mouth," she replied.  "Like it's alive
or something.  I kissed it and it kissed me back."

   "Oh, and you kissed it really good, too.  But then it spit on you, bad
thingy!" I said with mock severity.  I enfolded her thin wrists in my hands
and gently pried her hands off my tool.  It flopped limply forward as she
released it.  I raised her sticky hands to my face, examining the blobs of
cum on her knuckles, the strings webbing between her fingers.  Then, as if
it were a tiny cock, I gently sucked the little finger of her left hand
into my mouth and licked it clean of my semen.  It didn't taste like much;
a little salty, a little sweet, that's all.  My cum rarely had a strong
flavor - something to do with diet, I suppose - but I wanted to make sure.
As Renee watched with an expression of dubious amazement, I licked each
finger of her left hand clean in turn.

   "You're eating your own squirt?!" she demanded.

   "Sure, it's no big deal." I transferred my grip so I was holding both
her wrists bound together in my left hand.  "I know it grossed you out the
first time because it went all over you, but squirt tastes ok." I swiped my
right index finger across the back of her still-slimy right hand, and held
the pearly blob up near her lips.  Renee stared at it blankly.  "When
grownups love each other the way we do, they taste every part of each
other. C'mon, just give it a try," I cajoled, "If you don't like it you
don't have to have any more, but if you do you'll be able to love my thingy
with your mouth all the way.  Try it, please?"

   The young girl still looked unsure but, bowing to my persuasion she
allowed me to paint my finger across her pursed lips, smearing the glob of
cum on her mouth.  Her tounge-tip snaked out cautiously and licked at the
dollop of gooey protein.  Her expression relaxed as she rolled the slime
around in her mouth and realized the flavor was not offensive.  I saw her
throat work as she swallowed.  She nodded slightly.  "Good girl!" I praised
her, and moved her still-captive right hand towards her mouth.  As I
scooted around to rub her back and bare shoulders, Renee snaked out her
pink, pointed tongue and gingerly cleaned her hand thoroughly of my sperm.
It was a beautifully perverse sight, watching the nine-year-old eat her
first dose of semen.  If I hadn't been so achingly depleted I would've
popped another boner and been tempted to fuck her right there on the floor
of her own bedroom.  Just as well that I was finished for the day; at nine
I was sure she was too small to take my cock up her undeveloped pussy
without injury.  No doubt Karen's hymenless state would be noted at her
next physical but an eleven-year-old could pass that off as the results of
exercise or even, if pressed, admit to too-vigorous masturbation.  But it
would be far too suspicious if both sisters turned up deflowered.

   In any case, it was getting late.  I enfolded Renee in a hug again,
burying my nose in her sweet-smelling hair.  "I love you, you little
squirt-swallower!" Releasing her, I continued, "Time to get ready for bed.
Go wash up and brush your teeth, then I'll tuck you in." She scampered off,
and in a moment I heard water running in the bathroom.  She returned in a
few minutes, her face damp and shiny from washing.  I got up on my knees
and again tugged her sundress and panties down to her ankles.  She smiled
shyly as she rested a small hand on my shoulder for balance and stepped out
of her clothing to stand naked before me.  "Put your nightie on," I said,
but she shook her head.

   Instead, she leaned forward to whisper in my ear.  "I sleep bare-naked
sometimes," she giggled, and at that my poor, exhausted cock did give a
twitch.

   "Well then, into the bed with you, my bare-naked beauty!" I grabbed her
around the waist and half-pushed, half-tossed her compact nude form onto
the bed.  I grabbed one foot and kissed at her toes.  "Goodnight, Renee's
pretty toes!" I Iicked up her ticklish calf as she laughed and planted a
kiss on her kneecap.  "Goodnight, Renee's pretty knee!  Goodnight, Renee's
pretty bellybutton!  Goodnight, Renee's pretty boobies!" I sucked each
dime-sized nipple into my mouth in turn, gently clamping my teeth on them
and stretching them slightly before releasing and letting them snap back.
Renee wriggled on top of the coverlet as I reversed course.  "Goodnight,
Renee's beautiful little cunny!" I laved my tongue all up and down her
smooth, hairless labia and then burrowed into the top of her slit.  I
teased out the delicious tiny button and sucked it into my mouth, slurping
at the tasty morsel for several seconds before, reluctantly, rising from
the squirming child's crotch.  I stroked my hand gently down her front to
the juncture of her stocky legs, rubbing a finger into her slit as I bent
to kiss her mouth.  Her lips opened under mine and she sighed in pleasure.

   I stood up.  "Under the covers with you," I said as I tucked her in,
taking a last admiring look at her naked body.  "There's something I'd like
you to do for me tomorrow, okay?  I won't be able to get here early like I
did today, so I want you to remind your sister to take her clothes off when
you get home from school.  Tell her I said she has to.  Can you remember
that?" Renee nodded.  I turned to leave but she called me back.

   "I forgot to say my prayers," she said.  I squatted on my heels next to
the bed and motioned for her to go ahead.  She closed her eyes in thought
for a moment, then began, "God bless Mommy and Daddy.  And God bless
Stanley, I hope he does good at college." As she spoke I stroked my finger
under my nose, inhaling the delicate scent of her preteen cunt juice, then
sucked the finger into my mouth and slurped off every last trace of her
delectable flavor.  "And God bless Mrs.  Walpole at school, and Mrs. 
Weldon, Principal Hoomey, and even creepy old Barry.  And God bless my
uncle, and especially God bless Karen, help her be a whore and learn how to
fuck really really good!  Amen."

   I kissed Renee's forehead and stood, turning out the light as I left.  I
took a last look back from the doorway.  Light from the hall fell in a
shaft across her bed.  She shifted under the covers and I thought I could
see a hand moving between her legs.  Smiling to myself, I went downstairs
to wait for Jenny and Rob to get home.

   To be continued...

   Note to my tens of devoted fans: Sorry for the delay in this part and
for the fact that it's more of a coda to what's come up to this point,
rather than breaking any new ground.  But there are interesting things in
store for Karen and Renee.  Stay tuned, and your patience will be rewarded
--RF

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