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Subject: {ASSM} Spring Break Day 2: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 34 (gg, Mg, ped, oral, pierce, mild tort) by Rufus Fugit
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   Spring Break Day 2: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 34 (gg, Mg, ped, oral,
pierce, mild tort) by Rufus Fugit

   Lilah was still crying as I guided her back to our table.  I had one
hand on the naked seven-year-old's bony shoulder as we threaded our way
around the tables in the smoky bar.  Her bare feet audibly adhered to the
filthy floor.  Her soles were black and it wouldn't have surprised me if
some of the dirt was older than she was.  Her sobs had diminished to
sniffles, the sort of absent-minded maintenance crying of a child who got
hurt a while ago and hasn't yet remembered to stop.  The people around us
were almost all men, about a half-and-half mix - at strictly separate
tables, I noticed - of patched, heavily tattooed bikers and residents of
the unofficial sex offender camp where Moira had brought us for our camping
holiday.  Some of them turned to watch as the undressed little girl walked
past in her queer, bowlegged gait, and more than a couple did a bug-eyed
double-take when they realized what was causing her unnatural stride.

   Moira was sitting on one side of our booth, her hand relaxed on the
table next to an empty glass.  Karen and Renee were sitting on the other
side, their heads together in earnest conversation.  Karen's head was bent
so that she was eye-to-eye with her smaller sister.  Her bare flank,
prominent ribs, and the round swell of one teacup breast were visible from
the side.  She had one stockinged leg up, the high heel of her borrowed
dancing shoes resting on the torn cushion of a chair.  Her legs were open,
and the worn vinyl upholstery of the booth was wet with the secretions
steadily oozing from between her reddened labia.  "Please," she was saying
to Renee as I approached, her chin quivering.  One gloved hand was in her
little sister's lap, gripping the fat shaft of Renee's prosthetic penis
through the thin fabric of her dress.  It was a position she had assumed
countless times with the real thing, with adult men, since she was eleven.

   Renee shook her head determinedly.  "I don't want to.  Not with people
watching."

   "Oooooh," Karen's moan ended in a choked half-sob.  "Please," she
repeated.  "I can't wait, I need, I need a penis in my babycunt so bad."
Tears of humiliation overflowed her mascaraed lashes.

   "Just play with yourself," Renee said sensibly, as if it were the most
normal thing in the world for her to suggest to her big sister when the
older preteen was naked and obviously desperate for sexual release.  "Or,
look, any of these men would do it and pay you, too."

   "But I don't have any condoms!" Karen wailed.  "And I'm not allowed to
get cunt juice on my gloves."

   I interrupted by hoisting Lilah up and unceremoniously dumping her on
the table in front of my two nieces-by-marriage.  "Ow!" she exclaimed as
her sore vulva hit the hard surface.  She struggled up to a sitting
position, bracing herself on her hands behind her with her legs spread,
displaying all her seven-year-old charms to Karen and Renee.  The girls'
eyes went wide and round with shock and Renee barked out an incredulous
laugh at Lilah's new jewelry.

   Her navel was pierced and adorned by a large red jewel, but that was the
least of it.  A silver ring hung from her septum, large enough that its
bottom curve rested on her upper lip.  A fine silver chain hung from the
ring and linked up with another that traversed her skinny chest.  That
chain was anchored at either end by two more silver hoops that pierced her
tiny nipples.  The fresh holes were red and her nips swollen from the
insult, standing out like little ball bearings.  But that wasn't all.  At
the juncture of Lilah's stick-thin thighs, just north of her perineum where
her tight slit flared open into a dark red teardrop, her swollen and
rash-covered labia were pierced and pinched together by an oversized brass
safety pin - you know, like the ones used to hold wraparound skirts.  The
pin was crosswise at a slight angle, and it was the ends of it pushing
against her thighs that forced the second-grader into her waddling stride.
If she kept her legs together every step stung fiercely as the fresh holes
were tugged and pulled.

   "WHAT DID YOU DO?" Karen demanded, her own discomfort momentarily
forgotten as she gaped at Lilah's disfigured vulva.  She leaned forward and
her bare ass, dripping with her preteen cunt juices, peeled off the booth
seat with a sticky sound.

   "She wanted to look like her new friend, is all," I said nonchalantly.
"And now she can go whoring without getting hurt."

   "Without getting hurt!?" Karen repeated in an outraged squeak.

   "Yeah.  It's your fault, you didn't stop the men that tried to fuck her
this afternoon, and she's way too tiny for that.  But see," I poked a
finger at the child's vaginal opening.  Lilah jerked, whispering
"Owowowow!" as my digit bumped the brass bar of the safety pin pulling at
the pierced skin.  "Now no one can get in.  It's your fault," I repeated,
"If you hadn't gotten too whory to take care of her..."

   Karen's face fell at my criticism.  She opened her mouth to reply but we
were both interrupted by Lilah.  "D'you like my whore babycunt, Karen?" she
shrilled.  "It's itchy, Karen, will you tickle my cunt?" And, though her
face was still red and tear-stained - she giggled.  She rocked back on one
elbow and used the pointer finger of her other hand to poke at her
distended clitoral hood.  "Tickle it, Karen.  I'll tickle yours!"

   Whether or not she remembered her own voice drunkenly mouthing those
same words - I sure did - or it was the promise of reciprocity in her own
desperate state, Lilah's stoned babbling galvanized the twelve-year-old. 
She surged forwards and shoved her face into Lilah's tiny bald crotch.  She
rubbed her cheek against the bumpy rash covering the child's vulva as she
nibbled at her inner thighs.  Then, abandoning nuance she fastened her
mouth on Lilah's cunt and sucked noisily.  Lilah's breath caught and the
muscles in her stomach trembled.  Karen extended her tongue and curled it,
then used the tube to tease Lilah's immature clitoris out from under its
swollen hood.  She slurped lustily, licking up and down the tight slit. 
Lilah fell back on her elbows and her filthy bare feet came up off the
table.  Her toes curled and her ankles twisted back and forth as Karen
seized her now-protruding clitoris gently between her front teeth.  Karen
lifted her neck and shook her head back and forth, stretching the
second-grader's pleasure button.

   Lilah gasped and whined.  Her eyes stared sightlessly up through the
smoky air as Karen's cunnilingus got more and more insistent.  Meanwhile,
Renee got up on her knees in the booth and leaned forward.  She wasn't
interested in watching her older sister perform the sex act - she had seen
that dozens or even hundreds of times since she was just nine years old. 
Rather, her attention was focused on the silver rings piercing Lilah's
nipples and the chain between them.  Tentatively she reached forward and
poked at one nipple with a finger.  She hooked the ring and tugged gently.
Lilah gasped "Oweee!" as the fresh wound stretched.  A slow grin spread
across Renee's face.  Working with both hands now she began rhythmically
tugging and flicking Lilah's nipple rings.  The child trembled and squeaked
as the pleasure from Karen's rough cunnilingus mixed with the sharp sting
and together overwhelmed her drugged brain.  Renee pulled gently on the
chain connecting her nips, stretching both away from Lilah's totally flat
chest.  She laughed openly at the little girl's pained response as she
moved the taut chain around in little circles, distorting the pink pips
into sharp cones and pulling them this way and that.  She pulled down and
Lilah's head snapped forward as the chain tugged at the new hole in her
septum.

   I stepped closer.  I could feel the heat radiating off of Karen's naked
body.  She was trembling with arousal as she sucked and nibbled on the
seven-year-old's bare cunny.  I slid a hand down her sweaty back and gently
parted her taut cheeks with the knife-edge of my palm.  My hand slid over
the slight roughness of the healing cigarette burns that dotted her
buttocks.  Karen tried awkwardly to widen her stance under the table as I
pressed my thumb in to gently massage her anal pucker.  She grunted into
Lilah's spread little quim and the ring relaxed, enough for me to easily
slide in to the first knuckle.  Then I reached under and gently cupped her
pussy in my palm.  My fingers slid through her silky pubes.

   Karen groaned at the intimate but oh-so-familiar contact.  Her cunt was
hot and literally dripping wet.  Warm, slick goo instantly overflowed my
palm.  Her clitoris was swollen to its shocking full size.  She squealed
into Lilah's spread legs as I trapped the twisted bud in the crotch of my
second and third fingers.  I tugged it gently, feeling the hard ridge of
scar tissue along its underside.

   The two children, tiny second-grader and her sixth-grade babysitter,
whined and cried and writhed together.  Karen's oral ministrations got more
violent as I increased the friction of my hand against her gaping cunt and
the depth of my thumb in her asshole, and Renee seemed to take a slightly
malicious pleasure in torturing Lilah's nipples with more and more vigor.
When I felt Karen's legs begin to tremble with her impending climax I
snatched my hand away, pulling my thumb from her anus with a pop. 
"Nooooooo!" she cried, lifting her head from Lilah's swollen cunny.  Her
cheeks were shiny with spit and the little girl's preteen juices.  Tears
overflowed Karen's eyes and streamed down her cheeks as she strained for
the orgasm she'd been building to all evening.  But it remained just out of
her reach.

   "Lilah, you gotta do me!" she cried.  "Do me now, oh God, now!" She
grabbed Lilah's wrist with one hand and half dragged, half shoved the child
off the table.  She hit the floor with a thump, staggering and falling to
her knees.  Karen plopped back into the seat and swung one leg over the
child, trapping her.  She grabbed Lilah by the ears and smashed her face
against her slimy clam, so hard that it knocked Lilah's glasses askew. 
"Eat me, Lilah, eat my babycunt, oh Jeez it's so hot, eat me you little
whore!" she demanded, and on autopilot Lilah obeyed.  She got up on her
knees and rested her elbows on Karen's twitching thighs.  She stuck out her
pointed tongue and licked up the length of one blood-swollen inner lip and
down the other before fastening her lips around Karen's grotesquely
oversized clitoris and sucking hard.

   Karen's ass jumped and squirmed in the gooey mess she had leaked onto
the vinyl upholstery of the booth.  Her beautiful hair was lank across her
forehead and dark with sweat at the roots.  Her titties jiggled and
bounced, engorged nipples pointing at the ceiling.  Heat was coming off the
preteen's lithe body in waves, heat and the mingled aromas of sweat and the
heavy, piquant scent of her cunt.  I raised my hand to my face and sucked
thick, white cream off my fingers and that delicious flavor and smell
became overwhelming, drowning out for me the stink of tobacco and old beer.

   A flashbulb went off, freezing Karen's body straining for the climax it
so desperately required, her face in a grimace of need, Lilah's cheeks and
chin liberally smeared with preteen cunt cream.  I realized that Karen's
moans were audible even over the pounding music and we had attracted a
small crowd of onlookers, most of whom were capturing the scene on phones.

   "Oh, Jeez, Lilah, my cunt...my babycunt...I need it...I'm a whore, I'm a
whore...use your hand, Lilah, stick your hand up my whore cunt..." Karen's
babbling devolved into animal grunts and noises as the seven-year-old
obeyed, pressing her fingers together and folding in her thumb.  She parted
Karen's flowered inner labia with her fingertips and pushed.  Her fingers
slipped in easily, then her tiny bicep bunched as the palm of her hand
encountered resistance.  "Hnnnnn, hnnnnn, hnnnnn," Karen whimpered as her
lips spread and stretched, swallowing Lilah's hand.  The child's wrist was
skinnier than any number of cocks that Karen had fucked.  But then Lilah
grimaced and her forearm twisted as she strained to close her fist inside
the twelve-year-old's burning hot vagina.  Karen squealed, a desperate cry
that rose and fell and rose, getting louder and louder as Lilah twisted and
punched her fist inside Karen, louder still, until - "AAAIIIEEAAAHH!" she
shrieked as finally her orgasm broke over her.

   Karen went rigid, her ass coming up off the seat so that she was
balanced just on her shoulders on the backrest and her ridiculous stripper
heels on the floor.  Her cunny erupted in a fountain of girl cum, splashing
onto Lilah's face, hair, and upper chest, drenching Karen's pale white
stockings, and spattering onto the floor.  "YAH!  YAH!  YAAAH!" she
screamed as each contraction shook her body.  Her small, perky titties
bounced wildly.  The tendons of her inner thighs vibrated beneath her pale,
smooth skin.  Her face was frozen, blue eyes wide and sightless, neck
corded, mouth open.  Tears ran down her cheeks and drool spilled over her
bottom lip.  She flailed blindly between her legs with one gloved hand
until she found Lilah's head.  She grabbed a fistful of the child's fine
blond hair and yanked her face forward, pressing Lilah's mouth against her
throbbing pleasure knob.  Lilah choked and sputtered as cunt cream
overflowed her mouth, ran out of both nostrils and dripped down her chin.

   Renee scooted across the bench seat to avoid Karen's flailing.  She
watched her older sister in the throes of orgasm with the flat, unemotional
gaze that said she'd seen it all before.  She had gladly stepped into the
role I had given her as Karen's factotum and protector when I'd first
forced the older girl into prostitution.  Karen needed a protector when she
was in the grip of her precocious, all-consuming sexual desire.  So Renee
had been present as this scenario played out countless times over the past
year and a half, as Karen tossed aside her modesty, her faith, her reason
and everything else that got in the way of satiating her body's raw,
unquenchable need.

   I was not so blase.  My eyes were riveted to Karen's convulsing body. 
It wasn't until she slowly relaxed, her ass sinking back into the mess she
had made on the seat and her cries tailing off to a wordless whimpering,
that I noticed there was something very wrong with Moira.
   To be continued...

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