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Note, this expanded chapter is about twice as long as the
original with lots of new material.

This is an erotic story featuring adults and children.  If you
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anything were involved in its production.  What part of "made up" 
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Jenny's Couch, Book II, part 8 (Mg, ped, cons, mast, oral) by
Rufus Fugit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took just a second to wring out Renee's swimsuit and hang it
over the shower curtain rod. Slipping her camera into the pocket
of my Hawaiian shirt I flicked off the bathroom light and stepped
out. Renee was bent over with her back to me rummaging in her
suitcase. Her brown hair fell forward exposing the curve of her
spine. Her back looked strong (for a ten-year-old, anyway). Her
anus clenched and relaxed as she shifted her balance, going down
on one knee.

Karen had not followed my instructions to keep reading - no
surprise there, I grimaced to myself. Instead she had crawled
into the center of the big bed. She was splayed out naked with
her legs flat on the spread, knees bent, feet turned outwards.
One hand rested on the pillow next to the tangled fan of her long
blond hair. The other covered her vulva, fingers together, making
slow, gentle circles. Her hand, her thighs, her abdomen and belly
were all shiny and slick with her secretions. Her blue eyes were
half-closed and her mouth curved upwards in a mild, blissed-out
smile as she gently masturbated in the afterglow of her orgasm.
When I sat down she felt the mattress shift and opened her eyes
to look up at me as I smoothed the sweat-dampened tangles away
from her forehead. "Hey, guess what?" I said cheerfully. "You're
going to get to go to work for a little while tonight. You can
buy us all a nice dinner, how about that?"

Karen didn't really react. Her hand kept up the slow, rhythmic
pressure on her preteen snatch and her smile didn't fade. Her
eyelids fluttered again and she spoke softly, without urgency, as
if half-asleep. "Don't wanna," she sighed. "My, my babycunt still
feels all stretched." She stumbled over the rude term I insisted
she use, showing the combination of shyness and sluttiness that
so turned me on. "And my...tits still hurt," she finished, a bit
of a whine creeping into her voice.

In my peripheral vision I glimpsed Renee standing up, and then I
heard the snap of elastic being pulled tight. A second later
bright light flooded the room as Renee switched on the ceiling
fixture. Karen gasped and clapped her hands over her
dark-adjusted eyes, squinting out between slimed fingers. Before
she could react further than that, her little sister jumped onto
the bed, bouncing both of us slightly with the impact. Renee was
still almost completely naked and her plum sized boobies jiggled
violently, as did the only object she was wearing - seven inches
of flesh-colored realistically molded dildo sprouted from her
crotch. I felt the familiar catch in my solar plexus, the little
surge in my groin at the sight of the fourth-grade girl sporting
an adult-sized boner. Renee shoved herself between Karen's spread
thighs, pushing her knees forward and forcing the older girl to
lift her legs slightly. Then she grabbed the strap-on at the
bottom of the shaft and slapped it smartly against Karen's oozing, 
spread slit. Karen jumped at the wet "Thwack!" and her still-erect
clitoris pulsed from the impact.

"Get up, lazy whore!" Renee chirped, laughter bubbling up from
her chubby belly. The little girl was irrepressible. "Get up, get
up, get up," she chanted in time with drumming her tool on
Karen's nearly-bald quim. Little flecks of gooey froth splashed
onto Karen's thighs and belly. Karen grunted softly with each
impact but I noted her hips began to lift in time, shoving her
mound forward to meet the bouncing rubber shaft. Her perky
titties, nearly flat when she lay on her back like this, jiggled
with each strike. Renee kept it up, singing out, "Karen is a
whore, a whory whory whore, get up you lazy whore, lazy lazy
whore!"

I gently pulled Karen's slim fingers away from her face. They
left shiny smears of cunt juice on her forehead and the bridge of
her nose. "It's okay, Karen, you don't have to fuck anyone if you
don't want to," I told her. "Just suck a few cocks, is all. See,
having to spend the extra night cost more money than I thought it
would so we're running a bit short. All you have to do is swallow
maybe a hundred bucks worth of sperm and we can have a really
nice late dinner. Wouldn't that be cool," I wheedled, "if you
could buy us all a meal with your own money. Please, Karen,
you're the only one who can make money tonight because you're
such a sexy whore. C'mon, please? Pleeeeeeeease?" I comically
exaggerated my voice and at the same time dug my fingers under
her ribs. The preteen yelped with laughter, curled and threw
herself to the side off the bed, knocking her little sister
backwards. Renee's legs flew up in the air and the strapon
splatted wetly against her chubby bare belly. She threw her legs 
over her head and turned the pratfall into a neat backwards 
somersault off the bed, ending up on her feet. Her eyes glowed 
with excitement.

Karen shook her waist-length hair back over her shoulders and
stood straight. Her teacup-sized titties wobbled, the skin still
mottled green and yellow and blue with fading bruises. She was
panting slightly. A snail-track of her juvenile girl-cum slowly
rolled down the inside of one thigh towards her knee. "OK," she
gasped, smiling shyly at us. "OK, I'll do it."

"Yay!" Renee jumped and clapped her hands, setting her budding
breasts and babyfat belly to jiggling. She turned and
bunny-hopped back to her suitcase to choose her clothing. Karen
stood still, and after a second I gently suggested that she pick
out some good whoring clothes for herself.

She stared back at me, an odd light in her eyes. They widened
with excitement and two spots of pink appeared high on her
cheekbones. She seemed to gather herself for a second and then
burst out, "No!"

"No? What do you mean, no? You just said..."

"No, I want to go naked!" As the words left her mouth Karen
looked surprised for an instant, as surprised as I probably did,
but then she squared her thin shoulders and thrust out her
immature chest.

"I don't know..." I started, but she interrupted me.

"I'm a whore, and whores go naked! I love going naked!" Her
breath was coming fast and shallow. The twelve-year-old looked
scared and excited, but also determined.

"I don't know," I repeated. "It's not that warm outside. And you
can't do any whoring in the hotel. You'll have to walk across the
bridge to where we got gas last night, remember?" I was referring
to the rather dilapidated truck stop that was the only other
structure at this rather remote highway exit. I'd noted a
scantily-dressed, heavily madeup woman hanging about the lot when
I tanked up so I was sure there'd be a market for a girl like
Karen who still had all her teeth. "You might catch cold."

"I want to be a naked whore!" my twelve-year-old niece insisted,
turning her best puppydog eyes on me. How could I resist? Briefly
I reflected on the enormous change I had wrought in Karen and how
incredibly far beyond my original intentions she had gone. She
was a shy, insecure eleven when she had inadvertently been
exposed to sex for the first time. Awkwardly for me, that first
exposure had been the sight of my semen glazing Renee's cute
round face as the child trembled in her first-ever orgasm. Before
long Karen found herself being forced to her own first climax; my
original plan had only been to make her feel guilty and complicit
to keep silent about the sex games I was enjoying with her
sister. But once whetted her own sexual appetite had proven
insatiable. With each perverse act, each greater humiliation,
both lust and shame consumed her until finally she came to
believe she truly was a whore. She had been one for over a year,
selling her preteen sex for money and now insisting on - rather 
than just accepting - public nudity.

"Well, okay, but you'll have to stay dressed until you get there,
how about that? You don't want to get caught walking naked on the
road by someone who doesn't know you're whoring, do you? You
might get arrested or something, and your sister would get in
trouble." Karen looked stubborn. I sighed. "Just go put your
makeup on and then we'll see." The preteen obeyed, squeezing past
me to the bathroom. As she passed I realized the top of her head
was almost up to my nose. She sure was shooting up.

I sat and watched Renee dress. She turned around to show me three
inches of fake penis sticking out the top of her panties. They
were white with little red smiles on them, and a tiny white bow
right over the bulge the shaft made. The flared rubber head
covered her bellybutton. "Looks great with your undies, kiddo," I
said, and she broke into a rare grin. She put on a pale purple
mock turtleneck and a pair of jeans. They were dark, dark blue
denim, not prewashed and still stiff with newness. The cuffs were
rolled up several inches to allow her to grow into them. She
stood on tiptoe to get a fleece-lined denim jacket from the
closet and brought it over with some athletic ankle socks and a
pair of hiking boots to the bed. She sat down and wiggled her
pretty little toes before bending to put on the socks and shoes.
Meanwhile I showed her the items I was putting in her backpack,
and I laid out two others on the bed.

Karen was out of the bathroom in a few moments. I smiled, and
Renee jumped and clapped her hands with glee. "You're so pretty!"
she exclaimed. Karen smiled shyly as I agreed with a low whistle.
Her face was heavily made up - some base covering up the acne
that had begin to sprout occasional blemishes on her formerly
clear complexion, bright crimson lip gloss, and expertly-blended
dark blue eyeshadow. Her cheekbones glowed with rouge and her
lashes were jet black and thick with mascara. She had put some
base or powder or something on her titties to cover the worst of
the bruising, and then rouged her nipples. She had also rouged
her labia majora, making them almost glow from the juncture of
her long, thin legs. Between her lips, her protruding clitoris
stood proudly, a large, wrinkled dark wine-red knob.

"Wow, you are certainly a beautiful whore," I praised Karen and
she ducked her head, letting her brushed-out hair fall forward in
a shiny cascade. "But here's a couple of things that will make
you even prettier," I said as I moved towards her. I took her by
her narrow shoulders and turned her to face the full-length
mirror on the closet door. "Check this out," I said, holding her
first present in front of her neck. She swallowed heavily as I
fastened the pink leather collar around her throat. It had
alternating red paste stones and short silver spikes. I pulled it
tight and fastened it just a notch more than I knew would be
completely comfortable. Karen swallowed again and winced slightly
as the thin leather dug into her neck, but she managed an
uncertain smile, turning her head from side to side to examine
the collar in the mirror. "Perfect!" I said and took her arm,
leading her over to the bed before she could protest.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked, holding out my next present.
It was smooth black plastic, the shape of a medicine capsule and
a bit larger than a large chicken egg. A curl of stiff black wire
protruded from one end. Karen looked at, confusion giving way to
suspicion as I took a bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and
poured a generous stream over the device. "Get on the bed, honey,
on your elbows and knees," I said gently. Karen looked for a
second like she might balk. I gave her a gentle shove and she
reluctantly obeyed. I put a hand on the back of her neck and
forced her head down into the pillow so that her butt poked up.
"You'll like this," I promised. "You're not going to fuck
tonight, just suck cock and I thought, well, that's not fair.
This will make it fun for you, too." I stuck out the forefinger
of the hand holding the object and squirted some baby oil on it,
then into the crack of the sixth-grader's ass. Her butt no longer had 
the straight and skinny shape of a child. Her hips had acquired a
slight but definite flare in the past few months and her ass
cheeks had gotten rounder. They clenched as I placed my finger
against her anal rosette and pushed steadily until the pressure
overcame the muscle's resistance. My finger slid in smoothly. Her
ass was smooth and hot and very very tight, belying the number of
penises it had taken in the previous weeks and months, not to
mention her regular use of a butt plug. I added a second finger,
twisting and pumping until I felt her sphincter start to relax.

I withdrew my fingers and placed the smooth end of the capsule
against her anus before it could clamp completely shut. Then with
the slippery plastic cupped in my palm I pushed, harder and
harder until it started to slip in. Karen stifled a whimper as
the dilation went beyond two inches at the center. Renee sat down
next to her and stroked her big sister's neck briefly. "Good
whore, gooood whore," I heard her murmuring in Karen's ear. In
another minute her asshole swallowed the capsule, closing over
the back end until just the wire protruded, curling upwards like
a tiny tail. "Okay, you can get up now," I said, slapping Karen
on her butt cheek. She stood awkwardly, grunting at the new
fullness she felt and taking some tentative, waddling steps as
she got accustomed to it.

"Now check this out," I said to both children. I picked up a
small black case, not much bigger than a matchbox and thumbed a
switch. Karen yelped and jumped as a low buzzing started coming
from her ass. Renee broke into giggles as she watched the naked
twelve-year-old do a weird duck-footed dance. "See, this is the
control," I put it into Renee's hand. "You have low, medium, and
high," I demonstrated making Karen jump and gasp as the
vibrations intensified, buzzing through her entire lower body as
she clenched her muscles. "And this," I continued, "Is random -
it'll jump all around. So this way you can make sure your sister
has fun while she's whoring. But," I cautioned, "make sure you
don't just leave it on high. You know how she gets when she's had
a bunch of orgasms. All she'll want to do is fuck, fuck,
fuckfuckFUCK!" I grabbed Karen at her ticklish waist as I spoke.
She shied back, pleasure and humiliation at being so easily
provoked to sexual response warring in her face. Renee nodded 
seriously and thumbed the control down to its lowest setting before 
sliding it into her jeans pocket. Karen sighed with relief as the 
vibrations stimulating her hypersensitive clitty eased and the buzzing
coming from her backside dropped to the edge of audibility.

"Let me look at you." I held her at arm's length. "You are one
beautiful little whore," I repeated. "And you're right, it would
be a shame to cover that body up. You should be naked - all the
time. Too bad we can't manage that. But I'll make you a deal. You
can stay undressed while you're whoring IF you'll cover up 'til
you get there. You're going to need something on your feet,
because there's gravel and broken glass and shit." I went to the
closet and returned with her shower flip-flops in one hand. In
the other, I held a cheap rain poncho I'd been carrying around.
It was black and not quite opaque, but it would be good enough.
As Karen stepped into the flip-flops I pulled the poncho over her
head. It fell to below her knees, leaving only her bare calves
protruding. Her nipples were hard little points against the
front. "There. That'll do. Wear that when you walk over the
bridge and when you walk back, and you can be naked the rest of
the time. Renee can put it in her backpack when you're not wearing 
it. OK?"

Karen looked for a minute like she was going to argue, but then
she simply nodded. "Okay. Thank you." she replied meekly.

I turned to Renee. "So, you know where you're going?" She nodded.
Just walk Karen around to the trucks that are parked with their
engines running and knock on the door. The drivers are used to
whores doing that. But you always go in with her, always, so you
can keep her safe." Renee nodded again, more emphatically. She
was used to doing that. "You can quit after Karen's earned two
hundred dollars, or if she just gets tired or too whory. I'll
probably need about two hours to...you know." I dropped my voice
on the last and looked right into the ten-year-old's lovely eyes.
"You have your phone? Okay, call me if you have a problem. Give
me a kiss." I bent and planted a soft buss on her mouth.

"Yuck!" Renee made a face. "You taste like her babycunt!"

I chuckled and Karen blushed as I bent to give her a kiss as
well. She jumped as I spanked her pussy at the same time. "Go get
'em, whore!" I said, and then Renee took Karen's hand and led her
out. I watched her shapely calves beneath the cheap poncho until
the hotel room door swung closed, then I fired up my laptop,
plugged in Renee's camera, and sat down to do a quick edit job.

It took about an hour to get the video into the shape I wanted.
Then I called Stanley and told him we were going out to dinner,
just us without the girls. I didn't mention where they were or
what they were doing. As I stepped into the corridor I almost
tripped over the black rain poncho, discarded right in front of
our door.

Kids.

To be continued...




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