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Subject: {ASSM} Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 23 (Mgg, ped, mast, oral, anal, forced-exhib, reluc, the cycle of abuse) by Rufus Fugit
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   Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 23 (Mgg, ped, mast, oral,
anal, forced-exhib, reluc, the cycle of abuse) by Rufus Fugit

   Karen nibbled on her lower lip and looked around the living room.  She
held Lilah's hand, swinging it gently while she thought.  I looked from one
girl to the other; side by side like that the two naked children were a
delicious study in contrasts.  Karen, tall, with thick honey-blond hair
falling straight down her back to the dimples at the base of her spine. 
Twelve years old, on the cusp of adolescence.  Beautiful breasts, the size
and color of fine china teacups.  No sag at all yet, just firm half-globes
capped with large pink nipples.  Her nips were half-erected, the entire
areola puffy, the size of large grapes or small plums and - as I had plenty
of cause to know - just as succulent.

   Her belly still had a bit of childish roundness to it but she had a
definite waist and hips that flared into fine, firm, generous buttocks. 
Her legs were long, still coltish and thin, her feet narrow with high
arches.  Pale blue toenail polish shone against the beige Berber carpeting.
Her belly curved down to a forward-thrust mons veneris capped by a tuft of
golden pubes.  Only right there at the crest of her mound were they coarse
and curly.  Hair was only starting to grow in around her labia, soft and
fine and nearly invisible unless, like now, it glinted in the morning sun
streaming through high windows.  Beneath that fan of pale hair her labia
were swollen and reddened.  They almost always looked that way now; whether
it was their normal appearance or due to the fact that hardly a day went by
when the sixth-grader didn't have at least one cock thrust between them, I
didn't know.

   This morning they curved outward more than normal, a fat parentheses
enclosing inner lips still gaping wide from the fucking she had endured
last night.  And at their apex, the child's most prominent and defining
feature: her clitoris.  Larger than any adult woman's I had known, it was
almost grotesquely oversized on her adolescent pubis.  Even now, relatively
relaxed, it stood out, a twisted, wine-red wrinkle of flesh, bent to one
side.  It gleamed with moisture.
If Karen was a beautiful sketch of the woman she would become, Lilah was
the complete painting of the seven-year-old child she was.  Her head came
up to the level of Karen's titties.  She was fairer - her hair white-blond,
cut chin-length, thicker than Karen's with just a bit of wave.  Her skin
was also lighter.  Winter-pale, Karen's skin tone still hinted at the deep
tan she would effortlessly acquire when the seasons turned.  Lilah's was
almost ghostly.  Blue veins were clearly visible on her chest, her thighs,
her oh-so-kissable eyelids.  She looked like the sun would turn her

lobster-red instead of tan.

   Her bright blue eyes were anxious behind her glasses.  Her sharp chin
shifted as she licked her lips nervously, her tongue-tip poking at the
spaces on either side of her newly-grown front teeth.  Unlike Karen, the
younger girl was still unsettled by her lack of clothing, especially under
the gaze of an adult male.  She shifted uneasily; the play of muscles
across her ribcage was plain to see on her thin, flat chest.  Her nipples
were barely darker pips, easily visible only because of their erect state,
dotted with anxious gooseflesh.  Where Karen's limbs were willowy, Lilah's
were just skinny with a child's bony elbows and knobby scabbed knees.  She
had just the hint of a waist but her belly was rounded and still childishly
outthrust, capped by a lovely outie navel.  Her abdomen made a curving vee
and at the nadir her completely hairless mound was a prominent hillock,
soft and inviting.  Her vulva canted sharply down and back; standing
straight as she was I saw only the thin, pale flesh of her clitoral hood,
not the tightly closed slit I knew lurked beneath it.  While Karen was
unbothered by the trails of my semen drying in ragged streaks on her legs,
Lilah grimaced uncomfortably as the congealing mess painting her mound and
inner thighs pulled the sensitive skin.

   "OK, Lilah," Karen said.  "The doctors will see you now.  Come into our
office." With hands on her bony shoulders, Karen guided Lilah to sit on the
coffee table facing the couch.  Karen sat down facing her and indicated
that Renee and I should sit to either side.  For the moment I just followed
her lead.  I wasn't quite sure what she was doing but she had already
succeeded in getting Lilah to be compliant, even enthusiastic in submitting
to some pretty radical sexual activity.  And playing doctor seemed like it
might be a promising direction.

   Lilah was suddenly shy to be completely exposed to the three of us. 
Like Karen had been early in her training, she was able to ignore her
nakedness when her mind was otherwise occupied but then the realization
would sweep over her without warning.  She pressed her knees together and
wrapped her arms around herself.  She avoided our eyes and I saw a blush
creeping up her cheeks.

   Karen, for her part, showed no shame at all.  She arched her back and
opened her legs, displaying her stretched, well-used cunny to the
seven-year-old.  She casually stroked the fingertips of her left hand back
and forth across her slick, swollen clitoris, sighing softly with pleasure.
"Now, Miss Lilah, what seems to be the problem?"

   Lilah was transfixed by the older girl's lewd display.  She squirmed on
the hardwood tabletop but said nothing.  Karen held up an imaginary
clipboard.  "It says here that you want to be a whore.  Is that right?"
Lilah swallowed.  She couldn't take her eyes off Karen's languorous
masturbation.  She nodded.  "Please speak for the record." (Apparently
Doctor Karen was also Courtroom Attorney Karen.)

   "Yeth," Lilah said softly.  Her lisp got more pronounced when she was
nervous.

   "Yes, what?" Karen insisted.

   "Yes, I...I want to be a whore?" Lilah said uncertainly.

   "Well, you've come to the right place!" Karen said brightly.  "Doctor
Uncle and I are the best whore doctors in the world!  I see you're looking
at my cunt.  Do you like it?" Lilah swallowed again and nodded jerkily. 
"It's a whore cunt, but you know that from last night, don't you?  You know
what a whore cunt feels like and how it smells and...oh...how it tastes,
don't you?" Karen's voice got softer and breathier.  She was circling her
clit with one finger now, sliding her digit easily around the slick,
lubricating tissues.  A sweet, pungent scent curled around my nose.  "You
liked touching my whore cunt, didn't you?" Once again, Lilah nodded shyly.
"If you're a whore, you'll have a whore cunt too.  Let's have a look."

   Lilah just looked confused, since Karen hadn't given here any concrete
instructions.  I glanced to the side.  Renee looked bored.  Naked girls
weren't of any particular interest to her.  Naked boys weren't so much,
either.  I mean, penises were interesting to compare and I know she liked
putting them in her mouth and she certainly enjoyed sex, but she wasn't
titillated by the visuals as such.  At ten she just wasn't wired that way.
Karen, on the other hand, leaned forward and lifted Lilah's knees up and
apart, forcing the child to lean back on her elbows and spreading her soft,
hairless clam.  Karen's gaze was avid.  A little perspiration glinted on
her upper lip as she stared at the seven-year-old's exposed sex.  Her
finger moved faster around and around her pulsing clit.  "What...what do
you think, Doctor Uncle?" she panted.

   "I think this is just about the prettiest babycunt I've ever seen," I
smiled at Lilah.  She smiled back uncertainly, then caught her breath and
closed her eyes as I leaned forward and stroked up her slit.  I pressed
just hard enough to separate her smooth outer labia and strum the ball of
my thumb up and down over the flesh of her clitoral hood.  She was not wet,
just moist and a little sticky and as my thumb slid back and forth I felt
her tiny pleasure bead stiffen and poke out.  "The question is, is it a
whore babycunt like yours, Doctor Karen?  We know she likes us to touch it.
You like the way I'm touching your babycunt right now, don't you?" Lilah
nodded jerkily.  Her butt was starting to squirm on the table.  "But what
about everyone else?  A whore wants everyone to see her babycunt.  Would
you show your babycunt to everyone, Lilah?  Would you let everyone touch
your babycunt?"

   Lilah's eyes flew open.  "Everyone?" she echoed faintly.

   "Yes, everyone!" Karen leaned forward, speaking urgently.  "The boys at
school, in your class and the big boys?  Your teachers?  Your friends'
daddies?  And strangers, too.  Would you go naked if you could, so that
everyone on the street would know that you're a whore?"

   "I...I..." Lilah looked overwhelmed.  She put her fingers to her mouth.
Her skinny chest was heaving with excitement and emotion.  She was
squirming so much now that I had to press my other hand down on her abdomen
to hold her still enough so that I could continue masturbating her.  A
trickle of juice ran down to her puckered anus.

   "What would you do, Lilah, if you were walking to school and you saw
Tommy?  You put his penis in your mouth last night.  What would you do if
you ran into him on the street Monday?" Lilah's clit was a hot, pointy
little nub now, standing out straight and I rolled it gently between my
thumb and forefinger.

   "I'd...I'd...I'd pull my dress up!" Lilah burst out.  "I'd pull my dress
up and say, 'look at my hot babycunt!" Her voice rose almost to a shriek on
the last word and she fell back, panting heavily and making little moans.

   I was enjoying this far too much, I was hard again, leaking precum
against the scratchy fleece of my sweatpants.  The little girl fell back
naked on the table.  I took my hand off her flushed vulva and she actually
thrust upwards slightly, pushing that bald smooth mound into the air in a
vain attempt to restore the contact.

   "That certainly sounds like something a whore would say, don't you
think, Doctor Karen?" I asked.

   "Uh...what...?" Karen said vaguely.  Her eyes were locked on Lilah's
prepubescent body and her hand was a blur between her own legs, flicking
and tugging at her oversized clitoris.  Her inner lips were reddening and
thickening and cream was starting to ooze between them.  I had to
forcefully pull her wrist away and she groaned in frustration.  I
ostentatiously sniffed her fingers, then my own which had just been busy
between the second-grader's thighs.

   "Yeeeees," I said consideringly, "That certainly smells like a whore's
babycunt." I sucked my thumb noisily and then licked a dollop of sex cream
from Karen's index finger.  Jeepers, they were both delicious.  Lilah was
light and sweet with maybe a slight tang of urine and salt from sweat;
Karen was spicy and thick, coating my tongue and filling my mouth.  I
sighed in appreciation.  "And yes, it tastes like a whore's babycunt, too."

   Karen worked to catch her breath.  The naked sixth-grader leaned
forward, unconsciously grinding her preteen muffin against the couch.  Her
nipples were fully erect.  "I think we still need to examine her, Doctor
Uncle, to make sure."

   I raised my eyebrows.  "Um, okay, what did you..." Before I could finish
the sentence Karen jumped to her feet, grabbed Lilah's wrist and pulled her
up off the coffee table.  She left sweaty prints where her skinny butt and
shoulderblades had rested on the wood.

   "Now lay down here on the examination table," Karen said, pushing Lilah
down onto the sleeping bag that Renee and I had slept under.  Lilah flopped
down obediently, letting her legs drop open until her knees touched the
ground and her thighs were spread.

   "Look at my hot babycunt," she repeated in a singsong voice and giggled.
It was clear she was parroting something Karen had taught her.  Karen
rubbed her hands all over the child's pale torso, pausing to pinch her tiny
nipples hard enough to make Lilah squeak.  Lilah in turn raised her hands
and palpated Karen's petite breasts as they hung over her face.  Karen's
face went slack with pleasure and she bent low to give the younger girl
easier access.  The curve of her ass poked up in the air and it was all I
could do not to jump the table and then jump her naked body right there. 
But she recovered and rolled Lilah over onto her stomach.  Then she palmed
the girl's tender peach and hoisted her onto her knees before sliding the
other sleeping bag, still rolled into a tight cylinder in its nylon case,
between her skinny thighs.  Lilah was straddling the bag with her chest
flat on the floor and her cunt and ass spread and sticking up in the air.
She grunted softly at the feel of cool air on her privates and turned her
face away, blushing, when she realized how exposed she was.

   "Nurse Renee, would you get the oil from the kitchen?" Karen asked. 
Renee rolled her eyes but got up from the couch.  She padded into the
kitchen and returned carrying a liter bottle of vegetable oil.  She put it
down next to Lilah's head, picked up her book, and curled up on the couch
to read.  Watching her naked big sister molesting the younger girl just
failed to hold her interest.

   Karen looked down at the prone child, a strange smile on her face.  She
gently massaged one firm buttock with her hand.  Lilah jumped when she
spanked the other one, not too hard.  I stepped over the children and
squatted next to Karen.  Lilah's head was turned towards me, her thick,
pale hair falling over her face.  As Karen opened the bottle of oil I
reached down and removed Lilah's glasses, carefully putting them on the
coffee table.  Karen held the bottle over Lilah's upturned buttocks,
tilting it slowly until a stream dribbled onto and between her cheeks. 
Some ran down her spine towards her neck; some dripped down her slit to
stain the sleeping bag cover.  Karen put down the bottle and began kneading
Lilah's supple flesh, rubbing back and forth, up and down, until the
child's hindquarters gleamed with oil and Karen's fingers were coated.

   "Eep!" Lilah jumped in surprise as Karen trailed a slippery finger
across and then around Lilah's tight, wrinkled asshole.  The little
asterisk was pink and clean; it twitched as Karen massaged it.  Lilah made
little gasps of surprise at the hitherto unknown feeling of warm fingers
probing her nether opening.

   "I'm going to take your temperature now, Miss Lilah," Karen said in her
officious Doctor Karen voice.  "I'm going to use a special thermometer,
though.  You've had your temperature taken in your butt before, right?"
Lilah brushed her hair back and nodded.  One worried eye looked up at us.
"This is a special butt thermometer," Karen continued, "It takes your whore
temperature." And with that she began pressing her index finger harder
against Lilah, anus, working it around and around and into the center of
the tight ring.  Lilah squirmed and grunted softly.  then gasped
explosively as her muscle yielded and Karen's finger slipped inside, just
far enough to cover the nail.  Karen moved her finger forwards and back
slightly a couple of times but then, with a determined scowl, pressed hard.

   "Guuuurrrrgh!" Lilah groaned as her rectum slowly surrendered to the
invasion, dilating to accommodate the knuckle and then the thicker part of
the finger.  She crumpled the fabric of the sleeping bag in her fists and
her body tensed as she was anally penetrated for the very first time. 
After a long thirty seconds, Karen's finger was fully embedded in the
child's ass.  Her thumb rested between the greased labia.  "Hhhhhhhaaa!"
Air rasped in Lilah's throat as Karen's finger withdrew and then,
"Ghghghgaiieee!" she yelped as once again her back passage was penetrated
to the full depth of the digit.

   I sat down at Lilah's head with my feet to either side of her bare body.
I gently stroked my hands over her back and sides.  Her skin was hot and
dry where the oil hadn't coated it.  She writhed, grunting rhythmically as
Karen began slowly pumping in and out of her violated asshole.  The little
girl turned her head to the side; I brushed her hair back.  Tears were
standing in her eyes.  Her face was red and her narrow shoulders heaved as
she gasped for breath.  I bent over to kiss her cheek.  "How does that
feel, Lilah?" I whispered.

   Lilah groaned again.  "It's...iii...my butt...iii!" She squeaked each
time Karen's finger plunged into her back passage.

   "Tell me, Lilah," I insisted.  "A whore can always talk about her
private parts.  What about your butt?"

   "Doctor Karen...iii!...is up...iii!...my
butt...iii!...it's...BIG...AAA!" She hollered and her whole body jerked. 
Her feet came up in the air and her toes curled tight.  Karen was rotating
her thumb, pressing it into Lilah's slit and moving it back and forth.

   "What's happening now, Lilah?"

   "My...babycunt...Karen's tickling my babycunt..." Lilah was crying now,
but not from pain.  Her immature nervous system was simply overwhelmed by
the stimulation.  "My babycunt...I want a...whore babycunt...I
want...owowOW!" She hollered and for the first time her tear-streaked face
showed alarm.  Karen had pressed her thumb hard into the bottom of Lilah's
slit, overcoming the resistance of her tight virgin slit and forcing a
small opening.

   "Easy, Doctor Karen!" I said, reaching out and grabbing her wrist. 
"You'll hurt her." Karen's face was nearly as red as Lilah's.  She was
staring at Lilah's violated cunny with glassy eyes.  She licked her lips
and took in a huge breath.  Her erect nipples bobbed as her chest expanded.
There was sweat running down between her breasts.  She glanced at me and
eased off the painful pressure on Lilah's cunny but then returned her gaze
to the child's dilated anus.  She seemed mesmerized by her finger pumping
in and out, the way the tight, hot ring gripped her greasy digit, the way
Lilah's entire body jumped and shuddered with each penetration.  She began
pumping faster and harder.  Her finger made a slippery, sucking sound as it
slid in and out.  "Doctor Karen!" I repeated sharply.  "What do you think?
What's the patient's temperature?  Is she hot enough to be a whore?"

   Karen shook herself and focused on me.  "Uh, yes, I think so, but..."
she grinned crookedly.  "I want to do some more tests." And with that she
bent and pressed her lips against Lilah's vulva.  Her tongue snaked out and
flicked at the little clit bud then up all the way to her greased, violated
butthole and back down.  She started slurping noisily as Lilah jerked and
shivered.  She tried to get away but Karen's penetrating finger held her
pinned against the sleeping bag.  Only the upper part of Karen's face was
visible in the valley between Lilah's spread, upturned buttocks.  Her nose
fit right in the valley of her buttcrack, pressed against her finger
pumping in and out of Lilah's ass.  Her forehead was sweaty, cheeks also
wet with oil.  Her hair was mussed and falling over her face.  She slid
down so she was laying on her belly, naked on the carpet.  Her bare feet
waved in the air and I realized she was grinding her own crotch into the
rug as she molested the younger girl.

   I looked down.  Lilah's face was very red now.  Her eyes were squinted
shut.  Her lips were parted; a high-pitched grunt was forced between them
with every pump of Karen's invading finger.  Her expelled breath was hot on
my crotch.  The tent in my sweatpants loomed over her blond head.  Fuck it.
More tests.  "Renee!  Toss me a pillow!" She did without even looking up
from her book.  I slid my hand flat under Lilah's skinny chest and lifted
her entire upper body enough to slide the pillow beneath her neck and jaw.
Now her head was propped up, arching her spine more acutely and stretching
her thin neck.

   I stood and yanked off my sweatpants then dropped back down.  My penis
waved in the air.  The head bopped Lilah on the forehead.  I grabbed the
shaft and bounced it off her several more times until her eyes opened. 
They crossed as she focused on the swollen, purple glans looming in front
of her.  "Open your mouth, Lilah," I panted.  "I'm going to take your
temperature, too!"

   The child tried.  But with her head bent back and Karen's anal
penetration bouncing her seven-year-old body up and down, she couldn't hold
her jaws steady.  "Ow!" I yelped as her front teeth scraped on my sensitive
skin.  I slid my spread fingers up her forehead and into her hair so I
could grip and hold.  I pulled her head up and shoved my cock forward. 
Lilah's cheeks bulged as my cock plugged her mouth.  Her lips tightened
around my shaft just below the head.  Her tongue slid against my frenum. 
Her eyes were wide, but not frightened.  After all, she'd had my cock in
her mouth already last night.  Mine, and five others besides.  She'd sucked
almost one penis for every year of her short life so far.  I figured it was
okay if she got a pass for her infancy.

   The child's mouth was hot and wet and tight around my organ.  Her tongue
was slick along the underside, her cheeks pulsed along the sides as they
bulged and hollowed with her labored breathing, the roof of her mouth was
rough against the top of my glans.  "Oh, shiiiit," I breathed out as
pleasure washed over me.  Lilah's bangs were plastered to her forehead; the
sides swung forward to cover her face and tickle my thighs.

   I couldn't resist humping forward, pushing my cock further into the
second-grader's stuffed mouth.  She choked and gagged as I hit the back of
her throat.  I pulled back.  Lilah coughed, spraying drool around my shaft.
I tried to take it easier but her body was being shoved around
unpredictably as Karen's finger pumped faster and faster in her ass.  My
own growing arousal made me careless.  Again my cock wedged in her gullet,
and again she gagged and heaved.  Could she...?  "Swallow!" I gritted out,
jerking her head back further so I could look her in her eyes.  "Swallow
when you feel it and you won't choke." Lilah tried to shake her head but I
held her too firmly.  I humped myself harder into the seven-year-old's face
and this time I didn't pull back when I felt my glans squeezed.  She gagged
again and struggled futilely.  I worried what I would do if she puked, but
then...oh my god!...she actually did it!  I felt her throat contract and
actually pull at my cockhead.  I pushed once more and inches more slid
between her stretched lips, until a few stray pubes brushed her nose.  I
was being deep-throated by a seven-year-old!

   Lilah's throat spasmed.  Her struggles became more frantic as she tried
and failed to draw breath but my engorged penis was completely blocking her
airway.  Her arms waved wildly but even if she hadn't been in a completely
awkward position, hell, she was only seven.  She was weak as a kitten.  I
barely felt her hands slapping at my thighs and in any case it wasn't a
millionth as intense as the incredible sensation of heat and suction and
pressure on my penis.  I swear I could feel her uvula pressing against the
top of my cockhead.

   I pulled back until just the head was between her stretched lips.  She
coughed spittle and precummy mucus into my bush and drew a desperate
breath. "Ow!" I barked as her front teeth clamped down.  I yanked up on her
hair, pulling her mouth open wider, and shoved home again.  Her chest
bounced on the cushion as her airway was again shut off.  Her face went
beet-red and she struggled harder.  Tears spurted from the corners of her
eyes.  "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, Karen, come here, Karen..." I leaned
forward and grabbed the older girl by one bare shoulder, pulling her face
out of Lilah's crotch and dragging her to Lilah's side.  Lilah groaned
through her nose as Karen's finger, still embedded in her ass, twisted
painfully.  I took Karen's free hand and pushed it under Lilah's neck. 
"Feel that?  Feel it?"

   Karen looked at me with wide eyes, as her fingers traced the bulge in
Lilah's throat.  "That's my FUCKING COCK!" I cried.  "This little WHORE can
swallow my FUCKING COCK!  I shoved my hips forward, repeatedly mashing
Lilah's nose against my abdomen.  "Oh, oh, OH, OHARRRGH!" Liquid fire
boiled up my shaft.  The pressure on my glans from Lilah's throat made it
burn like a road flare as sperm squirted forcefully.  I pulled back and the
next shot fired at the roof of her mouth.  She inhaled convulsively and
choked as jizz went down the wrong pipe.  Cum sprayed into my pubic hair,
shot out her nose, and splattered back all over her face as I continued
ejaculating into her mouth and she continued coughing it back out.

   I came so hard it hurt.  A deep ache spread through my testicles as
pulse after pulse flooded the second-grader's mouth with sticky protein.  I
was almost crying as I pushed forward one last time and felt my cockhead
pop past the constriction of Lilah's epiglottis.  I groaned as my last shot
squeezed out and fired directly into her stomach.  As my pleasure crested
and faded my strength drained out of me and I fell backwards.  Lilah's
teeth scraped painfully along the full length of my cock as it pulled free
of her throat and slid out of her mouth.  Free of the intruding flesh pole
and released from my grip, Lilah's jaws clicked shut and her chin bounced
off the sperm- and spit-soaked pillow.  I couldn't do anything but lie
there and try to catch my breath.  The roaring in my ears faded, replaced
by the sound of Lilah's clotted, rasping sobs.  I realized I had gone too
far.  Way too far, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it.  My
mind was blank.  The consequences might be horrific but for now the
afterglow of the orgasm, the ache in my nuts, the realization that I had
just taught a seven-year-old child to deep throat adults...that was all I
could think about.

   For once, Karen was the responsible one.  She had worked herself up
pretty good, fingering Lilah's ass and aggressively eating her immature
pussy, but even through the haze of her sexual frenzy she recognized that
the situation needed rescuing.  Looking down I saw the double curve of
Lilah's upturned ass jump as Karen pulled her finger out of the little
girl's asshole.  Karen lay down next to Lilah, pillowing her head on my
thigh, and pulled the smaller girl into a hug.  She rolled onto her back,
cradling Lilah's messy face between her bare breasts.  She rubbed the
girl's smooth back in slow, gentle circles, rocking her gently.  She raised
her head to kiss Lilah's tousled hair and the child raised her tear- and
semen- streaked face to look at her.  "He hurt me," she sobbed in a
strained voice.

   "I know," Karen murmured, cuddling her close.  "You did so well, and I
am so proud of you, Lilah," I smiled to myself as I realized Karen was
repeating almost verbatim what I had told her when she had been similarly
traumatized by some new extreme of sexual depravity as I had systematically
abused her.  "You're a whore, Lilah,, you really are.  Sometimes you'll
have to do things that are scary, or at first it hurts, but we want you to
be a good whore and that's why we make you do it."

   "But...but what if I don't want to be a whore?"

   "You don't have a choice." Karen's voice hardened and Lilah looked up at
her in alarm.  "If you're a whore, you're a whore.  It's like having blue
eyes.  You can't decide to have brown eyes.  But it's fun to be a whore. 
You're going to have lots of fun sex, and suck lots of penises, and make
lots of money...and you know what the best part is?" Lilah shook her head.
"You have a hot babycunt!" Karen spoke forcefully as if she were trying to
convince herself.  "There's nothing better than when your babycunt feels
good.  I'll show you!" And quick as a wink she rolled over, tumbling Lilah
onto her back, and slid down, licking down Lilah's chest and heaving belly
until she fastened her mouth on the child's bare, glistening cunny.

   "Aaaaah!" Lilah cried out.  "Karen!  Karen, my babycunt!"

   Karen raised her head briefly.  "What about it, Lilah?  Tell me, talk
about it!" Then she dropped her head and lashed her broad, flat tongue
across the tiny, erect nub of Lilah's clitoris.  She wrapped her hands
around the child's skinny thighs and pulled her closer, then her hands
ranged up and all over the girl's writhing torso as she slurped and sucked
noisily.

   "My babycunt!" Lilah panted.  Her voice was still rough and
sore-sounding.  "You're, you're tickling my babycunt.  My babycunt is
getting hot, that feels good, ooooh, that's my button...my button...touch
my babycunt...oh, oh, oh, I..." Lilah humped and twisted her body, slapping
her hands on the rug as the sensations overwhelmed her.  "I...I...gonna
pee...stop, Karen, stop, I don't wanna...hot babycunt, hot..."

   "Hey!" Renee cried.  "Not on my sleeping bag!" I had completely
forgotten she was in the room, so absorbed was I in the sight of the naked
preteen locked in cunnilingus with the prepubescent.  But Karen didn't
stop. If anything she redoubled her efforts, pushing her face into Lilah's
shiny slit.  She thrust her nose between Lilah's bald labia, shoving them
apart and smearing her scant moisture up to her clitty.  Then she pursed
her lips and sucked at the little bud as hard as she could, catching it
gently between her teeth and tugging it from side to side.

   Lilah's skinny legs waved in the air and her sharp cries ran together
into a continuous rough moan.  "Ah, ah, ah, ah!  ah!  ahhhhhhhaiEEE!"
Suddenly she squealed and her whole body went rigid.  Her belly and flat
chest arched upwards.  She froze for a second and then began trembling
violently, jerking even harder with each noisy slurp from Karen's busy
mouth.  After just a few seconds she slapped her feet down and shoved
herself away.  She lay supine, panting.  Her small triangular face was
shiny with sweat.  "What...what...?" she said vaguely.

   Karen rose and sat back on her heels.  Her nose, cheeks, lips, and chin
were shiny with Lilah's sweat and preteen baby honey.  "You had an orgasm,
Lilah!  That's when your babycunt gets as hot as it ever can, but if you're
a little girl it only ever happens if it's a whore babycunt!  You really
are a whore, Lilah, I'm so proud of you!  You're my baby whore!"

   Lilah echoed, "I'm a whore," in a dreamy voice.  Her eyes tracked to the
large photograph of her late mother that dominated the mantlepiece. 
"Mommy, look at my whore babycunt..." she trailed off.  Her sleepy smile
relaxed and in seconds the little girl was snoring softly.  From the couch
Renee swept her expressionless gaze over the three of us - Karen, naked on
her knees, her face smeared with the seven-year-old's secretions and her
own vulva inflamed and juicy; Lilah, falling into an exhausted sleep with
her legs and arms spread, cum drying all over her face and her bare body
pale and vulnerable-looking; and me, wearing just a sleeveless tshirt, my
limp penis coated with saliva and drying semen.  The ten-year-old snorted
and went back to her book.

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