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   Spring Break: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 35 (Mfg, Mg, ped, tg, cons,
n/c, oral, whip, drugs) by Rufus Fugit

   "All of it?" I asked incredulously, holding the empty plastic bag. 
Renee nodded, and her full lips twisted in a childish smirk.  My first
impulse was to slap it right off her face.  But hell, she was only ten. 
And on top of which, at that moment she was a dead ringer for her mom. 
Jenny got that look, usually when she was about to do something she knew
Rob would have to disapprove of, at least while the girls were around. 
"All of it?" I repeated.  I tried to remember what had been in the bag the
last time I'd seen it in Moira's purse.  Half a dozen hits of E, less
whatever she had fed to Lilah, who was currently rocking on her bare butt
underneath the table, rocking and masturbating her weeping seven-year-old
cunny.  The child was muttering to herself and running her fingers up and
down the fine silver chains connecting her newly-pierced septum and
nipples. Her incoherent babbling peaked in little yelps when her fingers
caught and tugged a bit too hard. ...So the Ecstacy, some 'ludes - who knew
they even made those anymore?  - a couple hits of oxy, a vial of some
decent quality flake, and - this was the really bad news - at least a fat
handful of microdot, orange, purple, and red.  And now - nothing but dust.
"ALL of it?" I said one more time.

   Renee's smirk wavered a little bit as she started to realize she might
be in trouble.  But she put on a brave face, raising her chin to catch my
gaze squarely with her clear hazel eyes.  "Yup.  I took it into the
bathroom and stepped on it until everything was all crushed up, I mean, I
took out that little bottle first, and then Moira was teasing her -" she
nudged the naked second-grader none-too-gently with the toe of her boot -
"and I got the man to give me a new drink for her like I was trying to be
nice, only I put everything in it.  She thought I was scared of her or
something.  She just drank it right down.  Dumb girl." Renee pronounced
judgement.

   Squinting in the eddies of stale tobacco and pot smoke, I looked across
the table at the dumb girl.  Moira was slumped in the booth.  One hand was
loosely curled around her empty glass, the other lay limp on the seat.  Her
head was flopped over against one shoulder, mouth agape, eyes wide and
unblinking.  A trickle of drool hung from her brightly-painted lips.  Her
pupils were blown.  I passed a hand in front of her face.  No reaction.  I
snapped my fingers.  Still nothing.  I slapped her, not too hard.  Her head
lolled over in the other direction, but otherwise...nada.

   I straightened, putting my fists on my hips and sighing in exasperation
as I looked around the table.  Karen was on my left.  The twelve-year-old
was naked, oblivious, still blissed-out from the fist-fucking she had
gotten from her seven-year-old charge.  Her legs were splayed wide, her
left on the table, high-arched foot resting on its side in those ridiculous
stripper heels.  Her right leg was propped on an empty chair.  Her cunt
still gaped, inner labia flushed dark red with blood and slick with
moisture.  Cunt cream matted her silky blond pubic tuft, streaked her
stretched vulva, and puddled on the cracked, faded vinyl of the booth.  Her
nipples were engorged and her pert little titties trembled alluringly as
diminishing orgasmic aftershocks coursed through her nubile body.  Her skin
was shiny with perspiration.  Her heavily-made-up eyes fluttered half-open.
She wore a wide, sleepy smile beneath her upturned nose.  The sharp aromas
of sweat mingled with pubescent arousal cut through the spilled beer and
stale tobacco like an illicit aphrodisiacal knife.

   Under the table, Lilah bumped her head against the booth cushion as she
rocked, smearing Karen's thick secretions in her pale blond mop.  Her right
hand was slimed up to the wrist, strings of Karen's baby honey webbing her
fingers.  There was a faint scraping sound and Lilah whimpered as the
oversized brass safety pin piercing the seven-year-old's vulva rubbed on
the filthy tile.  Her eyes were in shadow but the chains threaded through
her nose and nipple rings sparkled, as did the fat red jewel crowning her
pierced bellybutton.

   Renee sat next to me, swinging her feet.  The toes of her hiking boots
just brushed the floor.  They were an incongruous match with her tie-dyed
cotton minidress, but Renee was nothing if not fearless in her fashion
choices.  The dress was last year's and the bodice was stretched tight
across her newly-sprouted breasts, making a little valley down which I
could peer to see the tip of her strapon nestled against her abdomen.  As I
watched she picked up one thick brown braid and sniffed at it.  Her nose
wrinkled.  "Yuck, my hair smells like cigarettes."

   I opened my mouth to reply but instead jumped about a foot straight up
when Moira suddenly sat bolt upright.  She looked wildly around but clearly
whatever she was seeing was far beyond this dingy bar.  She drew in a
shuddering breath.  Her arms and legs jerked like a pithed frog's.  Her
nostrils flared, then she became very still, cocking her head as if she was
listening intently.  Then, in a very small voice, completely unlike her
normal brassy drawl, she said, "Daddy?"

   The plan sprang into my mind fully formed, like Athena from Zeus'
forehead except in reverse.  Sort of.  Without the whole god thing.  But if
it worked it would solve a whole bunch of problems at once.  If it didn't
work, of course, someone was probably going to prison for a long, long
time, for values of "someone" that almost certainly included me.  I gripped
Renee's shoulder.  She looked up at me.  "Okay, here's what we're going to
do.  We're going to play a game."

   I got to the tree first.  Renee had been leading from the rear through
the woods, calling out directions to me as we hiked over the low ridge
separating the bar from our campsite.  A full moon behind scudding clouds
gave enough light to see; the forest was mature with most undergrowth
choked out by the high canopy and, though steep at times, the forest floor
was mostly smooth.  I'd like to say the tree was a massive old oak, but I'm
a city boy, how the hell would I know?  It was a big fucker, though, with a
trunk thicker than I could put my arms around, the bark rough and gnarly.
It stood at the edge of a steep creek bank with a sliver of its massive
rootball exposed.  I could hear but not see the water chuckling down the
hillside.  There was a small clearing around the tree.  Grass and a tangle
of vines grew uncommonly thick right up to it.

   Moira came out of the forest, emerging into the moonlight like a dryad
fading into existence.  Except a dryad didn't stumble, wasn't generally
followed by a ten-year-old girl wearing a sundress and hiking boots and
making a riding crop sing as it cut through the cool, damp air, didn't yelp
as the crop slashed across her muscular calves.

   Moira's father had had a distinctive voice - high yet raspy and sloshing
over with Alabama honeysuckle - and I was doing a creditable imitation, I
thought.  "Moira," I called, and she raised her head, turning blindly to
the sound of my voice.

   "Daddy?" Her eyes were deeply shadowed in the moonlight but I knew they
were wide open, unblinking, her pupils enormous, and who knew what they
were seeing through the drugs washing back and forth in her brain.

   "Come here, Moira," I croaked.

   "Where...OW!" she yipped as the riding crop whistled through the air
again.  I thought I heard Renee giggle.

   "You know where," I responded.  "Right where you left me.  Now come
here!"

   Moira stumbled forward, shouldering me aside unnoticed, and fell to her
knees before the tree.  She pressed her face into the cool grass, treating
me to a flash of white panties beneath her leather skirt.  "I'm here,
Daddy," she said quietly.

   "You've been a bad girl, Moira.  You've been bad, and I'm going to
punish you."

   "No, Daddy, no!" she cried.  All the artifice of the jaded young woman
had been stripped away.  She sounded maybe eight years old.  Renee stepped
up beside me, and I put my arm around the child's bare shoulder as Moira
continued.  "I was good, Daddy, I was always good.  I did like you taught
me.  I went with Mister Terry, and Mister Will, and Mister Danny, and Miz
Sarah.  I went with all of them, and I liked it, I did, I really really
did! When I said it hurt I was fibbing, Daddy, just like you said, so
they'd give us more money!  Please, Daddy, don't punish me, please..." Her
voice got higher and higher until it dissolved into wordless blubbering.

   I took the riding crop from Renee's hand and, whispering, "Do it like
this," showed her how to flick the crop underhand to land squarely on
Moira's panty-clad mound.  She yelped.  I did it again, harder, then handed
the crop back to Renee.  The ten-year-old's face split in a totally
uncharacteristic grin of malicious glee as I signaled her to apply the crop
after each word.

   "You're...lying!  You're...BAD!  Why...did...you...kill...me?" That got
Renee's attention.  Her head whipped around to stare up at me, her small
mouth open in shock.  The riding crop dropped from her hand to fall
silently onto the grass.

   "I didn't, Daddy, I didn't, Marco killed you, I swear I didn't, I
swear..."

   I bent forward and seized a handful of Moira's curly brown hair and
yanked her head back.  "But you told him to, didn't you?" I rasped out. 
"You kilt your daddy, little girl!"

   "I HAD TO!" Moira screamed, twisting with sudden, wild strength.  I felt
the hair tearing free of her scalp as she fell full-length onto the ground.
She pressed her face into the base of the tree trunk.  "I had to," she
sobbed quietly.  "It hurt so bad, Daddy.  It hurt, and they were mean, and
they hurt me, they bit me, they burned me, they put things...I love you,
Daddy, I love you, I only wanted to do it with you, I told you I didn't
care about the toys and the money, I just wanted to be your whore and not
them, but you wouldn't listen, and they hurt me, and, and...I'm sorry!" she
howled.  "I'm sorry, I just wanted it to stop hurting!" She was sobbing
uncontrollably now, sobbing and pounding her fists on the earth.  "I just
wanted it to stop hurting," she repeated softly.  "It still hurts, Daddy.
It hurts so much.  Please, make it stop hurting.  Make it stop," and she
cried as if her heart was broken.  Because, I realized, it was.

   But just as with Karen two years ago, there was no room for sympathy
here.  I knee-walked to Renee and hugged her to me from behind.  I buried
my nose in her brown hair and I couldn't resist running my hands over the
thin fabric of her sundress, cupping her tiny breasts and squeezing them
gently.  "Do you understand now?" I murmured into the child's ear.  "Moira
wasn't talking to the tree.  She was talking to her daddy, for real.  He's
buried here.  He's dead and they put his body here." Renee stiffened, then
slowly relaxed under my continued caresses.  I nuzzled behind her ear. 
"Moira's been sad and mad all this time because she killed her daddy. 
We're going to help her now, okay?"

   "Why should we help her?" Renee whispered back fiercely.  Her eyes never
left the sobbing form at our feet.  "I don't like her.  She hurt Karen. 
She hurt Lilah.  She'd hurt me if she could."

   "We're going to help her because then she'll stop being mad and she'll
stop hurting people.  Sometimes," I whispered, "you have to do what's best
for someone even if it's better than they deserve." My hands were stealing
under the hem of Renee's sundress as she considered this, stroking the
smooth skin of her legs, her thighs, up over her panties to her belly. 
There was less pudge there, I realized, and more muscle definition than
just a few weeks ago.  As my hand lightly gripped the latex cock sticking
up out of her underwear I felt her nod, her cheek brushing mine.

   "Okay," she whispered.  "What do we do?"

   In response I moved my hands to the elastic legbands of Renee's panties
and tugged.  They slid smoothly down her solid thighs.  Her dress tented in
front as her strapon angled forward, and the little girl gasped as the cool
night air rushed over her bare skin.  I turned her to face me.  Reverently,
I lifted the hem of her dress to expose her prosthesis.  In the moonlight
the latex was a better match for her slightly olive skin tone; it looked
like my ten-year-old niece actually had a grownup-sized erection.  I think
she was captured by the illusion, too.  Her eyes were burning as she
grasped her penis around its base and pointed it at my chin.  "Lemme get it
wet," I whispered and, holding her gaze with my own, bent and slurped the
synthetic glans into my mouth.  Renee caught a ragged breath and her knees
wobbled a bit as I sucked noisily.  It tasted faintly of soap and Renee's
sweat.  It was dripping with saliva as I straightened and planted a gentle
kiss on her cheek.  "You're going to be her daddy," I said, standing and
taking my clasp knife from my pocket.  "We're both going to be her daddy."

   Moira had her face pressed into the grass, weeping silently now.  She
gave no sign of noticing as I cut the laces of her bustier and pulled it
open to expose her back, flipped up her skirt, and cut away the crotch of
her underwear.  "I gotcha, girl," I husked into her ear.  "Lissen, you're
all growed up now.  You don't haveta fuck no one you don't wanna, you hear
me?  Go be a nun, for all I care.  But even if you kilt me, I'm still your
daddy." I motioned to Renee.  She leaned over and grabbed Moira's hips. 
Grunting with effort - the older girl was mostly dead weight - she pulled
her up so she was on her knees and shoulders.  Then, pausing to free one
hiking boot from the tangle of her own panties, she stepped forward.  Her
penis shone in the dappled moonlight with the spit I had just slobbered
onto it.  Wrapping her right hand around the molded shaft, she pressed the
bulbous glans between Moira's tattooed labia.  She worked it back and forth
a few times until the inner lips parted enough to swallow the tip.  Then
she bent her knees slightly, pressed her boot toes into the soft earth, dug
her fingers into the pale pillows of Moira's buttocks, and with a single
sustained thrust rocked her hips forward and slid home.

   Moira's head jerked up and she cried out at the sudden penetration. 
"You like that, doncha, girl?" I growled into her ear.  "You like your
daddy fuckin you."

   Her eyes rolled, unseeing.  "Oh yes, Daddy!  Oh, god, fuck me good! 
Daddy, you're so cold..." she trailed off into grunts, pushing back against
Renee's shoving the dildo deep into her vagina.

   "'Course I'm cold, you dumb bitch, I'm dead." And with that I brought
the riding crop down as hard as I could across her bare back.  Moira
stifled a scream and her body jerked so hard that Renee was almost lifted
off her toes but she kept her grip and shoved home once more, making
Moira's generous buttocks jiggle as Renee's thighs slapped against them.

   Moira howled and cried as I set a steady rhythm, whipping her bare back
and shoulders again and again in time with Renee's fucking.  She was quite
the little cocksman, varying her depth and speed from quick, brutal
rabbit-thrusts to slower, full-length strokes.  Occasionally she strained
forward to maximum depth, eliciting a groan from our mutual victim, and
rotated her hips to drill against Moira's pubic bone.

   I directed my attention to laying down a perfect cross-hatch of welts
across Moira's pale back.  It was a bit of a challenge because she was
writhing so much.  After a few minutes my arm got tired and I switched
hands, then switched back a bit later.  Some of the stripes were starting
to open up, and the blood dappling her back looked black in the moonlight.
Renee's fucking began to get erratic.  I assumed the ten-year-old was
getting tired but then I looked up.  She had her head thrown back, eyes
squinched shut.  Her face was sweaty and her lips were peeled back in a
grimace from clenched teeth.  She was grunting in time with her thrusts. 
"Ooo!  Ooo!  OOO!" She pushed herself up on her toes for maximum depth and
froze.  Then she began to tremble all over, and with a gasp her knees
buckled.  The angle snagged her strapon buried in Moira's pussy.  It pulled
away from Renee's body until, with a pop, the elastic snapped.  Suddenly
without leverage, Renee fell square on her butt.  Moira slumped forward. 
The strapon slipped out of her cunt with an obscene slurping sound and
dropped softly onto the carpet of grass and ivy.  I was so used to seeing
it waggling from Renee's crotch that it looked forlorn, an amputated dead
thing.

   Moira was crying softly and moaning "Daddy, Daddy," but I stepped over
her to crouch next to Renee.  She sat with her legs splayed and her dress
hiked up around her waist.  She was panting a little.  Her face was shiny
with perspiration and she looked a little dazed.  "My penis..." she said
vaguely, pressing a hand against her exposed, hairless vulva.

   I kissed her softly on her cheek, then on the two tiny moles on her
jawline.  "You got your orgasm, didn't you?" I whispered.  I could smell a
faint odor of her preteen arousal and my penis, which had stiffened as I
watched her reach her juvenile climax, strained so hard against my jeans I
could feel the teeth of the zipper.

   She nodded.  "Uh-huh.  I wasn't trying to.  It just...happened." She
sounded perplexed.

   "Yeah.  Isn't that nice when it happens like that?"

   "But...Moira's a girl.  And I don't like her."

   I shrugged.  "Maybe you like girls, too.  Maybe it just happened. 
Sometimes it does, you know." I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her
to her feet.  She staggered and caught herself.  "We're not done with the
game yet."

   "But...my penis broke." For the first time there was emotion in the
child's voice.  She sounded on the verge of tears.

   "It's okay," I soothed.  "It's just the elastic.  I'll fix it for you
later.  Now, it's your turn." I handed her the riding crop.

   Moira screamed raggedly as the braided leather tip smacked wetly against
her engorged clitoris.  She tried to roll away from the pain but I was
kneeling at her head, pressing her shoulders against the ground.  I looked
up and nodded encouragement at Renee.  Her eyes opened wide and that
malicious grin split her face.  She struck again.  And again.

   "That's it, girl," I rasped in my imitation of Moira's father.  "Take
your punishment, take it like a big girl."

   "I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry I kilt you," Moira blubbered.  Tears and
snot tracked her face.  "I won't do it again," she promised.  Well, yeah.
"I won't, and I'll be a good whore, Daddy, I'll do it with everyone, I'll
make you proud a me, Daddy, I wiAAAAHH!" She screamed as Renee landed an
especially vicious blow.

   "Yer doin' it wrong," I told Moira.  "Kid, get a needle and thread and
sew it shut for all I care." This was the important bit.  "But what'd I
teach you about secrets?"

   "You said...OW...you said it's a...OW...a secret." Moira gasped through
the pain.  "You said if they...OW...found out I was a whore I'd get in
trouble, and you'd get in trouble.  OW!  OW!  AAAIEE!" Renee had landed a
particularly tricky combination.

   "Good girl.  Now, the way you treatin' that little whore you found, is
that smart?  Marking her up so people can see?  Is that smart?  Is it?"

   "No, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm a stupid whore." She sobbed into the dirt.

   "You ain't.  You my smart little cunthole, you just got carried away." I
stroked her brown curls.  "But you ain't gonna make that mistake no more."
My hand tightened, yanked her head to the side.  "Are you?"

   "No, Daddy, no, I promise, nonoNONO OW OW AIIIEE IT HUUUUUURTS!" Renee
was now alternating striking at Moira's torn-up back and her inflamed cunt
as fast as her little arm could swing.  As Moira struggled her face bumped
against the lump in my pants and I figured, why not?  It was awkward
holding her down while unzipping one-handed but I managed it.  I worked my
painfully stiff cock free of my underwear.  The cool air was the opposite
of soothing - if anything it further inflamed my lust.

   "Awright, then, cunt," I grunted.  "Kiss and make up." I poked my glans
at Moira's face.  She was bouncing around so much under Renee's whip hand
that my first thrust tangled in her hair.  My second poked her in the eye.
But finally I shoved my empurpled mushroom at her mouth.  Her lips parted
and she greedily sucked it in.  Oh, shit, it felt good.  Her mouth was wet
and hot and her tongue was every bit as talented as her cunt.  The angle
was awkward but I arched my back, Moira craned her neck and strained
forward, pulling her lips further down the shaft.  I closed my eyes and let
the familiar pressure and heat begin to build, when -

   "OW!" It felt like a wasp sting right at the base of my penis.  I opened
my eyes and was looking at the tip of the riding crop pressing against my
pubis.  I jerked my head up and there was Renee right in front of me.  "She
can't have your penis!" the little girl declared with a scowl.  "Your penis
is only for good girls!"

   "Damn!" I rocked back on my heels, wincing as Moira's teeth scraped up
the length of my shaft and over the swollen, sensitive glans.  Her head
bounced on the turf.  My eyes watered.  I grabbed the offended member.  I
looked up at Renee and whatever she saw in my eyes caused her scowl to be
replaced with alarm.  "Are you a good girl?" I snarled through teeth
gritted against the pain.

   No sooner had a defiant "yes" passed her lips than I leapt at the little
girl, lowering my shoulder and knocking her on her round little ass. 
Renee's breath whuffed out as she hit the ground.  I landed right on top
with most of my weight.  I grabbed two fistfuls of hem and yanked her
flimsy dress up to her chin, baring the fourth-grader's delectable hairless
body from the tops of her hiking boots up to her collarbones.  There was
genuine fear in her eyes as I pinned one skinny shoulder to the turf and
reached down with my other hand to align myself.

   "You want my penis?" I gritted out as I socketed my stinging member
against the heat between her thighs.  "Then you get it!" I pushed, hard. 
Renee was still lubricated from her recent climax but she wasn't old enough
to get really wet yet, just kind of sticky damp.  And even though my cock
was dripping with Moira's spit, she had tightened up and it was nowhere
near as easy to penetrate the ten-year-old as it had been the night before.
Then she had been eager and cooperative.  Now she was shocked and more than
a little scared.  But I kept pushing.  Renee's mouth opened in a soundless
"O" as my glans stretched the tight ring of her inner labia far beyond its
natural size.  I groaned as I felt it slip over the rim and snap tight
around the shaft.  I started thrusting, short, sharp jerks not meant to
penetrate further, but not caring if it hurt my little lover.

   And hurt it did.  "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!" Renee exclaimed with each thrust, her
face twisting with discomfort.  She spread her legs wide, trying in vain to
stretch herself to lessen the pain and when that failed, bending her knees
and delivering some fairly effective kicks with her heels against my spine
and ass.  "Ow, that HURTS!  STOP!" she yelled.

   I stopped, raising myself up on my arms and looking down.  The moonlight
shone on tears welling up in Renee's eyes.  "Fucking is supposed to be
fun," she gasped out, "I don't like this."

   "Well, you hurt me," I responded.  God, the heat and grip of her
immature little cunny was almost overwhelming.  My voice was tight with the
effort of controlling myself.  I couldn't help rotating my hips just a bit,
and Renee winced as my mushroom moved inside her.  "You hit me on the
penis. Why'd you do that?"

   "I dunno," she replied in that doleful lilt familiar to parents through
the ages.  "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."

   "Shhh," I soothed, bending down to kiss her tear-stained cheek.  She
sighed as I eased off the pressure but didn't withdraw.  "It's okay. 
Just...no hurting unless we both want to, okay?" She nodded vigorously.

   In response I rolled us over carefully, ending up with the fourth-grader
on top of me, still impaled on the tip of my penis.  Her bare legs flopped
to either side.  I pulled her dress up and off, leaving her naked except
for her boots.  I ran my hands over the cool flesh of her sides, then
cupped her tiny boobies as she pushed herself up.  Her fat nipples erected
against my palms.  Gooseflesh pimpled her bare skin from the cool night air
and the excitement of being naked out in it.  I ran one hand down the
length of her spine, stroking the stray hairs at her neck, down her
vertebrae to the dimples at the base of her spine and then gently kneading
her buttocks.  I lifted my head and craned upwards to nurse at the nipple
my hand had just abandoned.  Renee shivered as I twirled my tongue around
it, then opened wide to suck in the entire tiny breastlet.  "I have a
surprise for you," I told her in between noisy slurps.  "It's in my jacket
pocket.  No, not that one, inside." Renee awkwardly groped at the pouches
of my trucker's jacket, balancing herself with one hand on the ground next
to me.  As soon as her hand closed on the cotton-covered tube she knew what
it was.

   "Cool!" she exclaimed, crushing it in her small fist and clapping her
hand over her nose.  The sharp fumes of amyl nitrate wafted out as she
inhaled sharply.  I felt her belly hollow against me.  "Ahhhhh!" she sighed
as the chemical filled her lungs and poured into her blood.  Her skin
warmed to my touch and the muscles of her tight little butt relaxed.  A
goofy smile spread across her face as the popper did its work.  Her
clenching thighs loosened and she slumped bonelessly against me.  This time
when I pushed her cunt welcomed me, opening to allow another two inches to
slowly penetrate her.  "Ooooo," the fourth grader moaned softly as she
began clumsily humping herself against me.  I could feel her smooth little
pubis poking me, grinding into my curlies.  She tucked her head against the
side of my neck with the popper next to her nose on my shirt.  Her brown
hair tickled my nose, and I felt warm little puffs under my chin as each
thrust stretched her child cunt.

   "Do you like this?" I whispered.  "Do you like getting fucked by a
grownup cock?"

   "Oh yeahhhh," Renee sighed dreamily.  Her voice was a childish parody of
a porn video.  "I like fucking, yeah, yeah, yeah!  Fuck me with your penis!
Make me orgasm, I'm so tingly." I had trained her well, she knew how
desperately arousing I found her soft voice demanding adult satisfaction.
Her head lolled as the amyl coursed through her bloodstream.  I wrapped
both arms around her compact body and set a steady rhythm, fucking the
ten-year-old now gently, now harder, now shallowly, now to the fullest
depth her undeveloped vagina could handle.  Her naked body was a light
weight and a gentle warmth except where we were joined in our perverse
coitus.  There, it burned.

   I felt my sack start to tighten.  "Squeeze me!" I commanded.  "Squeeze
that little cunt.  Like you're peeing and you have to stop!" Renee obeyed
and the sudden intensification of the already desperate tightness was
nearly unbearable.  My cock strained against it until I imagined it as
swollen and purple as an eggplant and Renee's grunts got louder and higher
until she was whining through her nose on each exhale.  "Ooo, it's so much,
ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOOOOAH!  AH!  AH!" I held her tightly as another orgasm
rippled through her body.  Her booted toes scrabbled at the earth and she
bit down hard on the skin just above my collarbone.  Her tiny cunny spasmed
around me and, child's tightness or not, I could hold back no longer.

   "Oh shiiiiiiiit!" I groaned as my semen squirted into the child.  The
pressure was almost unbearable.  It felt like I was trying to not just
empty my balls but eject them through my constricted ureter.  My back
arched, nearly tossing Renee off of me.  Her vagina quickly filled and I
felt goo dribble out around my shaft.  The moisture rapidly cooled on my
abdomen and scrotum.  She wrapped her arms around my chest and held on for
dear life, squealing softly with each of my spasms and resulting push into
her flooded cunny.  The sounds of our coupling got wetter and sloppier as
more and more of my ejaculate overflowed.

   Finally I was spent.  The tension drained out of me, leaving behind a
familiar post-coital lassitude.  In the sudden silence I became aware of
the mingled pounding of Renee's heart and mine, my panting and hers.  I
tilted her head back.  Her eyes were half-closed, her face relaxed.  Our
lips met.  I kissed her gently but eagerly, nudging my tongue against her.
Her mouth opened to let me in.  I licked her teeth, then her tongue met
mine.  Renee was an enthusiastic but not particularly skilled kisser.  I
think she was still too young to get much sexual pleasure from it.  So
while she was perfectly willing to oblige me her technique was more
rock'n'roll than ballet.  One thing she could do, though, was suck.  She
captured my tongue and scraped her teeth gently along its length, nipping
at the tip.  She fastened her lips around it and twisted her whole head
from side to side, up and down.  She hummed softly, deep in her throat. 
She put her hands on either side of my face and pulled our heads together.
All the while her hazel eyes were open, looking guilelessly into mine, and
all the while her naked body was squirming gently against me and her hot,
sloppy, incredibly tight cunny grasping and releasing.  She was seventy
pounds and 2 inches of heaven.

   Eventually Renee levered herself up on one arm, wiping her mouth with
the back of her other hand.  She shivered slightly as I caressed her bare
nipples.  "That was a good fucking," she declared, then hissed with
discomfort as she pulled herself free of me.  "It hurts a little," she said
matter-of-factly.  She rolled back into a sitting position so we could both
see.  Her labia were flushed.  Her clitoris was erected and bent to one
side, her slit pink, still slightly open and oozing sperm.  Her bald mound,
swollen labia, and upper thighs were smeared with drying goo.  She rubbed
herself gently.  As I watched her distended hole winked at me and a
silvery-gray glob oozed out, ran down over her perineum and onto my stalk
right where it joined my sack.  She sniffed her fingers then licked them.
Her nose wrinkled.  "Ew."

   "That was an AWESOME fucking," I agreed with her.  "You're getting
really good at sex."

   "You, too," Renee said artlessly, then dismounted me and stood up.  She
wobbled a bit in her boots, wincing in pain as her abraded tissues rubbed
together.  She settled on a slightly bowlegged stance with her hand still
clapped over her well-used baby sex.

   I rolled over, picking up her discarded dress as I stood.  "I'll carry
this until we can go in the bathroom and clean you up," I said.  "Otherwise
you'll just leak squirt all over it."

   If she was going to complain about being made to walk through the woods
naked, it was forestalled when another thought struck her.  "My penis!" she
exclaimed.  "Where's my penis?" She looked around frantically.

   "Right over there, don't worry," I pointed.  Renee hobbled over and
snatched up the strapon where it lay next to Moira's insensible form.

   Blood oozed slowly from the slashes crisscrossing the young woman's pale
back.  Her shoulders rose and fell slowly with her breathing.  One cheek
was pressed against the turf.  Renee cradled the shaft between her nascent
breasts.  She handed it to me with some reluctance.  I stuffed it down my
inside jacket pocket.  I took her hand and pointed back the way we had
come. As we walked past Moira's insensible form Renee leaned over and very
carefully and deliberately spit on her.  "Dumb girl." We left her like that
with my little lover's spit running down her forehead.

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