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   Spring Break: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 36 (Mg, M+g, gg, oral, anal,
creampie, rim, santorum smooching, reluc, humil, prost) by Rufus Fugit

   We didn't make it back to the bar right away.  It was a beautiful night.
Some clouds had moved in so it was harder to see our way through the woods.
But there was little undergrowth and the path was easy.  The wind had died
and it had maybe warmed up a couple of degrees.  The air smelled of wet
loam, leafmold, of spring ready to burst out.  And I was enjoying all of
this with a naked ten-year-old girl walking next to me, a girl wearing
nothing but her hiking boots with my semen still leaking out of her
stretched cunny and dripping sluggishly down her thighs.  What could be
better?

   The night air didn't seem to bother Renee despite her nudity.  She was a
little body-shy around strangers, but that was mostly because she didn't
want anyone getting the wrong idea.  It was important to her that everyone
know she wasn't a child prostitute, not like her big sister Karen.  With
just the two of us her unclothed state was of no importance.  She held my
hand as we walked with her other hand occasionally cupping her
recently-fucked sex.  Her stride was a little bow-legged.

   "How's your cunt feel?" I asked, thrilled as always to talk to a child
that way.  Despite having had sex with the ten-year-old only minutes ago on
the forest floor, I was already getting hard again.

   Renee wasn't fazed.  It had never fazed her, not when I had started
grooming her when she was still too young to know just how wrong it was,
and not since.  "Okay," she replied nonchalantly.  "Gooey.  And it hurts a
little.  Not a lot.  Kinda...kinda like when I strain a muscle, not right
then, but after a couple of days."

   We were passing a large downed tree, held a couple of feet off the
ground from where it had fallen on a small rocky outcrop.  "Let's take a
look." I shed my jacket and lay it over a spot where the bark had rotted
away, and boosted Renee up to sit.  As I fumbled in my pocket for my key
light she spread her legs wide with the near-boneless flexibility of the
young, balancing her bare butt and boot heels on the tree with effortless
natural grace, hands resting on her bent knees.

   I knelt and shined the LED on her crotch.  Her vulva was that of an
immature child's, hairless but for the fine down of pre-puberty, prominent
mound and pudgy labia.  But even had my reviving cock not ached pleasantly
from the memory, it would have been obvious that this child was engaging in
distinctly adult activities.  For a start, there were dried runnels of
sperm on her thighs.  Her bald labia were reddened and likewise spattered
with gooey and flaking patches of semen.  Her inner lips were visible, pink
and stretched around a dark red opening, shiny with moisture and maybe as
big around as my little finger.  The hole clenched and pulsed as Renee
shifted her weight slightly and a small trickle of greyish white bubbled
out.  Her clitoris, while small, was still erect and the hood partially
retracted.  It bent slightly to one side, nestling comfortably in a small
keyhole notch at the peak of her slit.  I knelt so my face was just inches
away.  Her aroma was sweet and not strong but distinct, mingled with the
sharper smell of spunk and an unmistakable metallic tang.  I held the light
closer and, sure enough, the stains on her smooth pubis were tinged with
pink.

   "Looks like you bled a little," I said, tilting my head to meet her
eyes.

   Renee shrugged.  Her first experiences with penetration had been anal
and those delicate tissues had often torn no matter how careful I had been
when forcing my adult penis into her.  Her hazel eyes were in shadow but I
saw her full lips curve up in a smile.  "I bet you want to kiss it make it
better." I smiled back and nodded exaggeratedly.  "Well, go ahead.  Get a
mouthful of yuck if you want.  Just not too hard."

   I didn't have to be told twice.  Actually I didn't even have to be told
once, but courtesy didn't cost anything since I knew my not-actual-niece
was an eager a participant in our sex play.  The tiny pink bud of her
clitty looked so inviting in the tight circle of light, moist and shiny and
perhaps even pulsing ever so slightly.  I leaned in until the smooth,
sticky skin of her thighs brushed my stubble, puckered my lips, and planted
a gentle kiss on it.  Renee giggled when I flicked it lightly with my
tongue.  I traced my tongue-tip gently down her slit, placing
feather-kisses on each lip in turn.  I tasted sweat and semen.  Renee's own
juices were more of a suggestion and an aroma than an actual flavor but
still, the combination was intoxicating.  My hands went around her hips, my
fingers meeting at the base of her spine, and I pulled her to me.  I felt
her shiver and gasp as I thrust my tongue between her inflamed inner labia,
slurping noisily to clean her out.

   Renee whimpered and squirmed as I pushed my tongue into her and waggled
it around.  I wasn't genetically blessed with Gene Simmons-like length or
the ability to roll it, so I had to crane my neck this way and that.  My
stubble scritched her skin.  Gooey warmth filled my mouth and dribbled over
my lips.  The taste of my ejaculate was heavy, with Renee's piquant baby
juices and a hint of copper riding atop them.  Her thigh muscles tensed and
relaxed, tensed and relaxed to keep her balanced.  Her whimpers became
interspersed with giggles, which she smothered with a hand to her mouth.

   Cunnilingus on the fourth-grader was, as always, glorious.  But for some
reason it was the sight of her bellybutton that brought me back to full
hardness.  She still had a little pudge but as she chuckled and her stomach
tensed her abs emerged with some real definition, just a hint of the fit
young woman she would one day become.  Her skin was warm on my face.  I
reached down and gripped myself through my jeans, gripped and tugged
lightly, but then I realized there was no reason to be a jerk about it.  I
stood quickly and the naked child started and if not for my hands around
her hips would have fallen backwards.  I stepped close between her thighs
and hugged her bare body against me, one arm coming up across her back. 
But before she could wrap her legs around my waist I scooted her back a bit
on my jacket and gently but firmly rolled her over and pushed so she was
lying draped over the log with her head and feet hanging down.  Her braids
puddled on the ground; the toes of her hiking boots didn't quite touch.

   "Hey," she said as she heard my zipper come down, and "Oof!" as I pushed
my cock against her bald, messy little quim.  I peeled her labia apart with
my thumbs and rocked my hips forward a bit, just enough to get the top half
of my bulb inside the tight ring of her inner lips.  It came out wet.  I
pushed in again, and a third time, then swiped my shaft around and around
her crotch, gathering as much of the slimy mess as I could.  Renee wriggled
in discomfort, not struggling exactly, but grunting and kicking her feet as
she tried to work herself into a comfortable position that spared her sore
little cunny.

   When she felt a big blob of spit splat onto the top of her asscrack she
jumped a little and tried to crane her head around to see what I was doing.
What I was doing, was preparing to penetrate her other hole.  I let my
shaft pop up and rub between her cheeks.  I stroked her warm back, admiring
the smooth corrugations of her ribs, the jut of her shoulderblades, the
fine texture of her unblemished skin.  I felt goosebumps rising under my
touch as a cool breeze rustled dead leaves around us.  I trailed my fingers
down and pried the ten-year-old's ample buttocks apart to expose her tight
pink pucker.  I massaged it with first one thumb and then another,
spreading my saliva over the clenched muscle and then pushing ever so
slightly around and around the ring until I felt her sphincter start to
relax.

   "Uhh!" Renee grunted as my thumb slipped inside to the first joint.  I
wiggled and rotated it in her fierce heat.  Renee twisted and huffed as if
she were a handpuppet under my control.  She tried to hump herself up
against the pressure but she had no leverage.

   It was time.  I pulled out my thumb ("no plum," I giggled to myself) and
fisted my penis down so it was against her now slightly-dilated opening.  I
grabbed the child's hips and pressed.  This was something to which Renee
was well-accustomed.  I heard her sharp intake of breath but at the same
time felt her sphincter relax against my probing glans.  My lubricated cock
pushed into her rectum without undue resistance, splitting her wide open,
and she sighed explosively.  Her back arched, fingertips straining to the
ground to lever her torso upwards.  She spread her legs wide and bent her
knees sharply, frog-kicking her heels lightly against my buttocks, urging
me further forwards and deeper into her bowels.

   "Ooooo, yeaaahh," Renee sighed as my penis pushed into the hot,
rough-feeling confines of her butt.  Her rectum squeezed and relaxed,
squeezed and relaxed.  She wriggled against the tree trunk, angling her
hips to spare her delicate girlhood from the rough surface beneath my
jacket.

   I pushed, pushed, pushed again, gaining depth centimeter by centimeter
until - "Ahhh!" - her butt cheeks mashed against my pubes and her thighs
squeezed around my hips.  I had achieved full penetration.  I bent forward,
briefly pressing her between my belly and the tree trunk, so that I could
grab under her arms.  Leaning back, fingers pressed into her jiggling
little titties, I held her torso horizontal.  She lifted her head as I
began to thrust, short, sharp jabs that compressed her diaphragm and jolted
grunts from between clenched teeth.  Sweat popped out on her forehead as
she pushed back against me.  No passive victim she.

   "Oh, Renee, what a sweet ass," I groaned.  "You're such a great little
fuck, I love you!"

   "Fuck my ass, then," she half-grunted in reply.  "Your penis is big,
your penis is hot, your penis is hard, it's so deep, deep, deep!" she
chanted, knowing from long experience what I loved to hear.  She clenched
her butt muscles in time with her chant, squeezing me so deliciously that I
felt the cum start to rise already.

   Not yet.  Renee gasped as I grabbed her hips and pulled her off me as
fast as I could.  Before her distended anus could close, I had stuffed two
fingers inside her.  She moaned and wriggled as I fumbled one-handed for my
jacket pocket underneath her.  Giving thanks for an idle afternoon of
practice many years ago, I was able to tear open the condom wrapper,
extract the prophylactic and roll it on one-handed.  I dipped back into the
pocket for one more thing.  I repositioned my tool, not at the child's
backside but her still-sore cunt.  I pushed, hard, and was rewarded with
the transcendent sensation of her inner lips sealing tight behind my glans.
The condom muffled her incredible heat a little but if anything increased
the tightness.  Renee yelped in surprise and not a little pain as I fell
across her, pressing her belly hard into the tree trunk.  But I had to be
able to reach down and push the popper into her dangling hand.

   She knew what it was right away.  She brought her hands up and together,
letting her head hang upside-down, as she crushed the cloth-covered ampoule
and clapped it over her mouth and nose.  She breathed in deeply, gasping
and whimpering as I began to thrust my cock deeper into her, stretching her
vaginal passage far beyond what it was meant to take at this age.  At the
same time I twisted and curled and pistoned my fingers inside her rectum.

   Penetrated fore and aft, Renee could do little but groan and flop around
under my adult weight.  "Ooo!  Ooo!  OooOooOooOOO!" she moaned as the amyl
nitrate coursed through her bloodstream, heating and relaxing her muscles
and magnifying the sensations radiating from the fourth-grader's first
double penetration.  "Not hard!  Not hard!  Not hard!" she grunted in time
with my thrusts, and I obliged, hardly pushing at all but instead rotating
my hips to stir my organ inside her grasping orifice, like a mortar &
pestle gently grinding peppercorns.  Her little voice got higher and higher
until her yips were echoing off the trees around us.  "Yeah, yeah, yeah,
ooo yeah, ooo, ooo, OOO!" She screamed and kicked her heels hard against my
ass as her back arched up.  Her whole body shook as another orgasm rolled
over her, lighting up her immature nervous system and making her cunny
clamp down on me almost painfully.

   Renee tensed up so much that she pushed me right out of her.  I was
falling over the brink, but I just had time to replace my fingers in her
butt with my tool; the first jet of semen squirted into her bowels before I
was more than an inch deep.  "FUCK!" I hollered as I slid in easily this
time to full depth, my penis pulsing and legs trembling with the force of
my ejaculation.  As it was my second within an hour the volume was less but
the intensity was greater, so great that I saw black spots and my legs went
weak and I collapsed across the body of my pre-teen lover, forcing the air
from her lungs.

   I lay there, exhausted, panting harshly into Renee's ear, until I felt
her struggling beneath my weight.  "Get off!" she managed to gasp out and
began bucking and kicking frantically until I was able to gather myself
enough to stand.  She rolled over and I caught an unexpected look of wild
anger on her face as my penis twisted painfully and slid out of her rectum.

   "Sorry," I panted.  "Sorry," putting a hand on the fourth-grader's
trembling stomach.  Slowly her face cleared.  She scrubbed a hand across
her eyes and looked up at my face, then down at the mess where our bodies
had just been joined.  The condom had broken, was just a ring of shredded
latex around my wilting penis.  It looked like the world's smallest,
saddest hula dancer.

   Renee levered herself off the tree trunk, wincing as her boots hit the
ground.  She put one hand on her bare stomach and cupped her swollen and
gaping sex with the other.  She took two steps, then bent and dropped into
a deep squat, feet flat on the forest floor and her elbows resting on her
knees.  She grunted, strained and spunk burped and bubbled out of her
pulsing sphincter onto the dead leaves.

   After maybe half a minute she stood, leaving a puddle of semen soaking
into the soil and a foamy mess around her asshole.  She wrapped her arms
around herself and shivered, goosepimpling up again.  I shook out my jacket
and draped it over her bare shoulders.  I took her hand wordlessly and and
we tramped down the hill towards the bar.

   It was past closing time but the party had merely relocated out of the
bar - relocated, and split in two.  The bikers were sitting at picnic
tables in front of their clubhouse across the parking lot.  Guitar-heavy
southern rock blared out of a PA.  Some of the guys were dancing with
leather-clad women.  Light spilled from the clubhouse's open door and I
heard the crack of billiard balls.

   But there was a thumping bass clashing with the drone of the guitars,
and I followed it past the clubhouse.  Renee pressed close against me,
hiding her nakedness from the rowdies as we passed.  We stepped off the
gravel parking lot onto packed dirt.  As we walked around the corner of the
bar's cinderblock construction, we found the source of the alternate sound
track was another PA speaker with someone's computer plugged into it.  The
parking lot's security lights were cut off by the building's shadow;
illumination came from leaping flames in two trash barrels.  There was an
elaborate children's playset built behind the bar, with swings, a slide,
some monkey bars, a treehouse reached by a rope ladder, and a fireman's
pole.  Around the pole was a ragged half-circle of lawn and camp chairs
occupied by the non-biker patrons from the bar.  And at the focus of that
circle was Karen, dancing.

   Her high heels lay discarded to one side, leaving her naked except for
her white stockings.  She leapt and pirouetted across the dusty packed
earth in her stockinged feet.  The lace tops clung to her skinny thighs and
framed her gooey, dripping vulva.  Her labia shone with moisture in the
irregular firelight.  Her clitoris, swollen, dark red, and knotted flicked
in and out of shadow.  A wide grin split her face; she looked as happy as I
had ever seen her.  Her bare body was flushed and shiny with sweat, and her
waist-length blond hair clung damply to her back, her torso, and her high,
jiggling breasts as she danced.  She raised one leg and spun on the ball of
her other foot.  Droplets of sweat from her face and thicker, creamy globs
of her pubescent love honey flew off and spattered across the faces and
shirts of her appreciative audience, and they erupted in ragged cheers. 
She spun faster, then turned her back to the audience and dropped down into
a split.  Her pale, pillowy buttocks spread, revealing her puckered pink
asshole and the deep, moist burgundy of her vaginal opening.

   Karen threw her head back, tossing her hair over head in a flame-tinted
blond wave.  She caught sight of her younger sister and me, and the
twelve-year-old's smile widened.  She winked saucily at me, then turned her
attention back to her audience.  She bent her knees and put her palms on
the ground, resting her weight on them long enough to bring her feet closer
together.  Then she stood, arching her back and cupping her high breasts.
She spread her fingers, flicking them over her stiff, swollen nipples. 
Even in the jumping firelight I could see how her eyes fluttered closed and
her full lips pursed in pleasure.  She swept her mane of hair over one
shoulder and looked back over the other at her audience.  She struck a
pose, emphasizing her long, coltish legs and the graceful arch of her back.
Her stocking tops were soaked with her secretions and the sheer material
was darkened down the insides of both thighs to her knees.

   The music changed from a rapid dance to an insistent, throbbing beat and
Karen undulated her barely-pubescent body in time, slide-stepping closer to
the ring of leering male faces.  As her leaping shadow moved away from the
playset it revealed Lilah, clumsily imitating her adored babysitter.  The
tiny girl's hair was dark with sweat and plastered to her neck and the
sides of her face.  She wore an idiotic grin and nothing else.  Her attempt
at dance was pitiful, made even more ludicrous by the waddling step forced
by the oversize safety pin piercing the bottoms of her labia and blocking
her tiny hole.  There were four black hash marks on her sticky forehead,
above a snail track of sperm congealing down her nose.  And someone had
hung a Sharpie marker by its clip from the fine silver chain that joined
the rings piercing her dime-sized pink nipples.  The slight weight of the
pen was enough to pull her completely flat chest into sharp little points
as she stumbled around in circles.

   Karen stepped between the legs of a gap-toothed black man with a shaven
head and a cast eye.  She dropped her shoulders and shook them, causing her
titties to shimmy and jiggle right in his face.  His grin widened and he
leaned forward to lick the sweat off the sixth-grader's breastbone.  Karen
smiled down at him, but pulled back.  He held up 2 bills so she could see,
then stuffed them down into a coffee can at his feet.  It was already full
of money, almost to overflowing.  I was watching Karen's face as he did
this and as as soon as the man dropped his eyes, the saucy smile fell away
from her face.  Her jawline clenched and it looked for just a fraction of a
second as if she were fighting back tears.  But the man looked up and her
tortured expression vanished in an instant.  She licked her lips
exaggeratedly, grinned, and pushed her scanty bust forward.  The man
snapped playfully at one nipple and then the other.  Karen laughed aloud
and reared back, spinning gracefully on one foot then crouching down to
grind her bare ass against the obvious tent in his dirty denim shorts.  He
pawed at her breasts with large, callused fingers, squeezing and tweaking
them until Karen's laughter turned to squeals of pleasure.  Then he moved
his hands down to her hipbones.  His biceps flexed and bulged as he lifted
the child out of her half-squat until her buttocks were almost at the level
of his head.  Then he shoved his face forward and pulled Karen back until
his nose was pushed against her anus.  Karen giggled and sighed as he
slurped at her preteen cunny, so loudly that it was audible over the
pounding music.  Saliva and cunt cream dripped onto his knees and into the
dirt between their feet.

   Karen bent over, catching herself with her hands on wobbly knees and it
was then that she saw me and her little sister.  "Hey, Renee-eeeEEE!," she
said, trying and failing to keep her composure as her clitoris was
stimulated by the man's questing tongue.  "You're...you're naked!" Karen
panted as Renee stepped forward.  With the older girl bent over, shoving
her nearly-bald cunt against her customer's face, the children were nearly
nose-to-nose.  "Where's your dress?"

   "He has it," Renee pointed at me.  "C'mon with me, I have to wash."

   "Ooo-kay," Karen half-moaned.  "Just a minute." Her cheeks colored
lightly with embarrassment.  "My...my babycunt's really hot, I just
need..."

   "No, now!" Renee insisted, taking Karen's hand in both of hers and
pulling her forward.  Karen stumbled, catching her balance, and groaned as
her crotch pulled away from the mouth of her latest molester.  But she
loved her little sister and despite an unslaked, almost painful need, she
allowed herself to be led away.  Saliva and her juices dribbled from
between her flared, swollen inner labia and left a slimy trail on the
ground.  "Will you stop masturbating, please?" Renee's voice came back as
the two naked children walked around the corner of the building.

   The man who had been so enthusiastically eating Karen's preteen pussy
didn't miss a beat.  As Lilah lurched drunkenly within reach, he wrapped
one meaty hand around her thin upper arm and pulled her to him.  Lilah
stood passively as he dropped another bill into the coffee can and fumbled
with the snap of his shorts.  She was trembling violently but her eyes were
half-closed and her mouth hung slack.  The man pulled down his zipper and a
thick, chocolate-colored penis bounced free.  There were scabs around the
base of it.  He peeled back his foreskin, revealing a shiny, purple glans
smeared with clots of smegma.  He yanked Lilah off-balance and the
seven-year-old fell to her knees.  His penis slapped against her nose and,
eyes still closed and working by feel, Lilah dragged her cheek along the
shaft and then lipped it into her mouth.  Her cheeks bulged as the
foul-tasting, meaty tube filled her.  She said something like "Guk!" as it
hit her glottis and then her throat muscles worked and she pushed her head
down further, swallowing and working her jaws wider.  The man closed his
eyes, put his head back, and grabbed the second-grader's ears.

   I turned away and followed Karen and Renee, just catching sight of one
bare leg disappearing into the door of the bar.  Inside the air was still
heavy with smoke and the reek of stale beer.  It was dark except for the
back-bar and light spilling from the open door of the dancers' dressing
room.  I could just make out two sets of footprints on the sticky tile
leading back to it, Renee's boots and Karen's bare feet.

   When I walked in they were sitting on the floor.  Renee was
cross-legged, her spine straight and her palms on her knees.  Karen had her
legs splayed around her younger sister.  She reclined on one elbow.  Her
other hand rubbed insistently at her sloppy crotch.  Her second and third
fingers were stiff, circling her oversized clit and pushing it back and
forth as juice squished out and ran over her fingertips.  There was already
a small puddle growing beneath her bare ass.

   "I fucked, silly," Renee was saying.  "It was fun.  I mean, it hurts a
little but then I got a really good orgasm, and then I got another one
that, wow, I felt it _everywhere_, not just in my cunt.  You know?"

   Jealousy and concern warred on Karen's face.  She started to say
something but then her jaw dropped and her eyes went vacant.  She shuddered
and pushed her swollen mons against her hand.  Her pubic tuft was
completely soaked, the curl wetted out until the hairs stood straight up
together like a tiny blond Mohawk.

   "Kar-r-r-en," Renee whined.  "Will you stop masturbating?  You look like
a whore!"

   Karen's lower lip trembled at the contempt in her little sister's tone.
"So what?" she shot back.  "I am a whore!  I'm a dirty, whory whore with a
whory, dirty, hot babycunt, and I play with it so everyone can see what a
whory whore I am!" Her voice wobbled in plaintive defiance, and her eyes
were shiny.  "What about you?" she demanded.  "You fucked.  Are you a whore
now, too?"

   "'Course not!" Renee snapped.  "I fucked because you're s'posed to fuck
your lover.  And it feels good!"

   "It doesn't hurt?" Karen asked.  She sounded surprised.  "And it doesn't
make you feel...you know...bad?  Yucky?"

   Renee regarded her older sister curiously.  "Bad?  Why would I fuck if
it felt bad?  No, I mean, I feel, like, full, and stretched a lot, but once
it gets going I like it a whole lot."

   Karen's mouth worked, but she said nothing.  No matter how deeply she
buried it, deep down she was convinced that it was wrong to have sex for
money.  No matter how badly she wanted and needed the delicious explosions
of orgasm, to feel her body wracked and her mind overwhelmed with sexual
pleasure, she knew that selling her preteen body to strangers made her bad.
Even though God had given her the unquenchable heat in her babycunt, she
had become convinced in the depths of her soul that God hated her and
that's why He had made her that way.

   But Renee had none of that shame.  I had made her my plaything long
before the religious nonsense that possessed her sister had taken hold - if
it ever would have.  And while she had learned to enjoy the good feelings
her body and especially her private girl parts could give her, she didn't
need it the way Karen did, no more than she needed her favorite flavor of
ice cream.  So it was with complete unselfconsciousness that she described
to her older sister how much she had enjoyed her first intercourse with an
adult, and she reached down to spread her cunt lips open to reveal the
remains of my load filling her juvenile channel.  And, being only ten, it
wasn't too surprising that she didn't fully understand how alien her
experience was to her big sister.

   But I did, and I understood why Karen couldn't obey Renee's simple
request to cease her compulsive self-abuse, why she never stopped burning,
why she desperately flogged her swollen pleasure button in a futile attempt
to keep the beast at bay and preserve some tiny piece of herself that
wasn't a slave to her own cunt.  The sixth-grader's fingers were coated now
with white froth.  Her abdomen tensed and she gritted her teeth and put her
head back.  Her body trembled, a sure sign of her impending climax.  Renee
saw it, too.  "Karen, if you squirt on me..." she began, but it was too
late.  Karen squealed, her taut preteen body stiffened, her legs shot out
straight, and hot, aromatic juice sprayed from her pussy, spattering her
little sister from chin to pubis.

   "Darn you!" Renee cried, but instead of jumping back she leapt forward,
knocking her older sister flat.  In a trice she was sitting astride the
older girl's chest, pinning her arms with her knees in a position as old as
sibling rivalry.  Karen groaned and kicked her stockinged legs and shivered
as waves of unendurable pleasure crashed down on her.  But the
twelve-year-old's moans ended in a squeak of pain as Renee grabbed two
handfuls of sweaty blond hair, yanked Karen's head up and shoved her own
bald mound into her big sister's face.  "Fine!  If you're gonna make a mess
you can just use your whore mouth to clean me up!" Karen's blue eyes went
wide with surprise but her protest was muffled as Renee bore down, pressing
her vulva against Karen's jaw.  "That's it, stinky whore, lick me clean,"
she commanded, bouncing up and down on Karen's face like a cowboy.

   Karen's back arched and she kicked harder, but she wasn't struggling to
get free.  It was involuntary as her self-induced orgasm became a series of
rolling shocks.  This was far from her first incestuous coupling with her
little sister, but the each time the trauma of that first one was
revisited. It was almost two years past but the shock of seeing her little
sister sporting a man-sized strapon, the mingled pain and pleasure of being
penetrated by it remained ever-fresh in her memory.  Shame filled her yet
again - a pressure behind her eyes that forced the tears, the silent
unstoppable voice in her head telling her that it was wrong, that she was
wrong, that she was bad - and yet with it came the memory of the
overwhelming, unstoppable pleasure that fountained from her overstuffed
cunny and wiped her mind clean of everything but the raw, animal sensation.
Karen cried for the lost innocent child she had been as she relived the
moment she had truly become a whore.  But that didn't stop her tongue from
snaking out and lapping at Renee's ten-year-old snatch, eagerly slurping up
every trace of my stale cum.

   My cock literally hurt at the sight of Renee molesting her older sister.
It strained towards a full erection despite being still refractory from my
second orgasm of the night.  I wasn't quite that young anymore, but the
children kept me on my toes, so to speak.  A deep ache spread from my groin
forward to my testes and back to my prostate and I turned away, seeking to
distract myself by pawing through a pile of jewelry and fetish gear on the
rickety dressing table.  Just as I made a fascinating discovery there were
sounds of renewed struggle behind me, and then Karen's muffled protest was
cut off by a loud fart.  I turned and what I saw nearly doubled me over
with pain - and laughter.

   Renee had spun around so that she was facing Karen's thrashing legs. 
She had her bubble butt planted squarely on the twelve-year-old's face and
she had just forced a large glob of semen out of her rectum and onto
Karen's lips.  "Eat it!  Eat my butt-squirt, whore!" she commanded but her
stern tone dissolved into giggles.  Karen clamped her mouth closed and
tried to shake her head but Renee had her pinned between muscular, stocky
thighs.  When Karen refused to cooperate, Renee leaned forward, putting her
left palm flat on the ground.  She seized Karen's slick, oversized clitoris
between thumb and the knuckle of her first finger, and pulled and twisted.
Hard.

   Karen squealed and almost succeeded in bucking Renee off, but the
younger girl spread her knees and bore down onto Karen's jaw.  Renee's
mouth pursed, her brow lowered and she strained to rip another one. 
Tan-tinted sperm sputtered out of her fluttering anus, drizzling Karen's
face.  Squealing from pain and wrenched by orgasmic spasms, tears pouring
down her temples, Karen surrendered as she always had.  Her mouth opened
and she licked her lips clean.  The sixth-grader fought back her gag reflex
to spear her tongue into her ten-year-old sister's asshole, rolling it to
scoop out the semen deep inside.

   Renee grunted as her big sister's tongue penetrated her backdoor,
grunted and bounced lightly up and down.  She let go of her sister's
tortured pleasure knob and I watched, fascinated, as Karen pushed her
sticky mons up, straining to restore the lost contact.  She gobbled Renee's
butt-sauce more aggressively as if she thought compliance would get Renee
to continue pleasuring her.  And she did, sort of.  As Karen sucked and
slurped noisily, Renee bounced harder and crying, "Yippie-ki-yay,
motherfucker!" she waved her hand overhead like a bronco rider and then
brought it down between Karen's spread legs with a slap that rang in my
ears.  Karen's legs flew up in the air and then her stockinged heels
thumped back down on the dirty floor.  She jammed her face harder into
Renee's asscrack.

   The two children grappled like that for several more minutes.  Karen
whimpered occasionally when strands of her hair got caught under Renee's
boots and tugged painfully at her scalp.  Finally, the younger girl slid
off Karen's face and forwards, spreading her cheeks with her hands and
wiping herself down Karen's chest.  She stood up.  Karen lay still except
for the heaving of her chest as she cried.  Slowly she lifted one arm to
cover her eyes, trying to shut out her humiliation from the world.  I let
her be for the moment, addressing Renee instead.  "You know better than to
say 'motherfucker' like that.  I won't stand for bad language, young lady!"
Renee nodded contritely.  "If you let that slip in school or, God help us,
in front of your mom or dad, we'd be in deep shit." Another nod.  I shook
out her sundress and handed it to her.  "Go wash yourself up and get
dressed." Holding the faded tie-dye carefully away from the smears of
Karen's fresh cunt cream on her belly, Renee clomped across the hall into
the dingy ladies' room.  In a moment I heard water running.

   I bent down and hoisted Karen to her feet.  She wobbled on legs weak
from sexual exhaustion.  Her butt cheeks and shoulderblades were black with
dirt; there were matching smudges on the tile.  Her hair was tangled and
dusty.  She refused to meet my eyes when I turned her to face me.  I lifted
her chin gently.  She was getting taller almost by the day; we weren't that
far from eye-to-eye.  But when she still refused to look at me I tightened
my grip to squeeze her jaw, not gently, until her eyes widened in pain and
we locked gazes.  "What a dirty little whore you are," I said in a gentle
tone that belied the words.  Karen's eyes filled again and tears spilled
over, running down to mix with the globs of tainted jizz that decorated her
cheeks and chin.  There was a small fleck of brown right under her nose on
her Cupid's bow, and another over one eye.  She reeked of sweat and sex.

   "Oh, don't cry, little whore," I said.  I guided the naked, sniveling
sixth-grader over to the dressing mirror.  "Look at how beautiful you are,"
I whispered in her ear.

   Karen shuddered.  "I'm...beautiful?" She looked at me in the mirror.

   "You're the most beautiful whore in the world," I answered, mixing
praise and condemnation in the way that had kept the child trapped and
vulnerable since she was eleven.  "Everyone can see, you know.  If they
really look at you, they see you're so pretty, and so sexy, and they can
tell what a hot babycunt you have.  Why, I bet even some of your teachers
can tell.  I bet they want to fuck you.  I bet they can tell you fuck like
a wild thing...like a whore."

   Horror and humiliation warred with pride on Karen's face.  She blushed
deeply at the thought of people at school knowing what she really was;
knowing that her facade of the innocent girl was nothing more than that. 
As she had so many times before she imagined herself stripped naked in
front of her classmates.  She quailed at the image, trying to curl up and
hide deep inside herself.  Yet at the same time her belly warmed.  Her
nipples erected and crinkled, her clitoris throbbed, and juice dripped down
the inside of her thigh.  Her eyes came up and it was the defiant whore who
looked out of them.

   "Here, this will make you even more beautiful, little whore," I said,
and I held up my discovery.  I slid the heavy silver chain around Karen's
neck.  She shivered as I buckled the cold metal tight.  She gazed in
confusion at the thinner yet still sturdy chain that slid through the link
against her throat.  In her dazed state, she didn't realize what she was
looking at until the cuffs ratcheted closed on her wrists.

   Karen gave a despairing cry as Renee came back into the dressing room.
Renee's face was washed, her hair finger-combed out into a semblance of
order, her boots laced and tied.  Her dress clung to her damp body.  She
took a good look at Karen and raised both hands to her face, smothering
laughter.  Karen's wrists were cuffed at the end of a long chain that was
threaded through her collar.  The chain slid freely so that she could
stretch one hand out but only at the cost of pinning the other under her
chin.  Her cry was because she had discovered that even at full extension,
her fingers couldn't quite reach her swollen clit.

   "There," I said to Renee.  "Now your sister will stop masturbating. 
Let's go back outside." I grabbed the chain at Karen's neck and, ignoring
her protestations and feeble struggles, dragged the twelve-year-old back
through the bar to join the raucous party outside.  Renee followed,
skipping and laughing gaily.
   To be continued...

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