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   Jenny's Couch Book III, part 2 (Mgg, m+g, gg, ped, tg, oral, anal, a2m,
mast, fist, blackmail, reluc, humil) by Rufus Fugit

   When Karen started crying she was sucking her little sister's cock.  I
could see no reason for her to be upset.  I mean, she was probably still
groggy after passing out from twenty minutes or so of continuous multiple
orgasms, but that had happened before.

   My phone had woken me but I hadn't answered it.  I was too comfortable
in my post coital lassitude, lying naked on my couch with my arm flung over
Karen's warm back.  The twelve-year-old was also naked with the weight of
her waist-length blond hair spread over both of us.  I realized I had been
stroking it before I fully awoke.  Karen was sleeping on her stomach.  Her
left arm was bent between us with her fingers curled into a delicate fist
before her full lips.  It almost looked like she was sucking her thumb in
her sleep.  Her other arm wasn't visible but, in the valley between her
taut, rounded buttocks I could see the fingertips of her right hand. 
Lifting my head I saw her mound pressed into her palm and her fingers
curled over reddened vulva.  They were slick with her juices and like the
dusting of fine hairs sprinkled on her labia, the moisture gleamed in the
overhead light.  As a quiet snore emanated from the sixth-grader, her
breath warm on my cheek and a little sour, her middle finger nudged at the
tender, stretched tissues near her perineum.  Watching her masturbate in
her sleep, my limp penis stirred against my thigh, pulling against the
dried sex juices coating my skin.

   A soft, rhythmic grunting drew my attention to Karen's younger sister.
Renee was sitting at the far end of the couch.  Her back was straight and
with the limberness of childhood she was in an effortless butterfly
stretch, her legs bent, knees flat on the cushions, soles pressed together.
In fact her toes were interlaced, a nice trick that I occasionally teased
her about at the dojo.  But she wasn't wearing her loose white dobok and
her hands weren't resting palms up on her knees.  Like her big sister she
was still naked.  Her tiny breasts, not even real titties yet, were
outthrust, jiggling slightly with her movements.  And she had both hands
wrapped around the stalk of her new appliance, an adult-sized penis
rendered in black latex.  Her fingers were interlaced, wrists together, and
her thumbs pressed against the round dome of the glans.  As she pushed and
tugged at it her narrow hips hunched in rhythm.  I knew that behind the
plate covering her juvenile vulva she was penetrated by the small, curved
peg attached to the backside.  Designed for an adult, it filled her
ten-year-old vagina almost completely.

   As I watched, enrapt, the child's grunts got a little higher-pitched and
her hip motion became erratic.  Then with hips up and hands pressed down
she froze.  She held that posture for a second then began trembling all
over.  A soft flush appeared on her cheeks and her neck and upper chest. 
After a moment she relaxed, blowing out a big breath.  That was when she
noticed me watching and her face lit up in a rare grin.  "Thank you!" she
exclaimed.  The small girl's enthusiasm was infectious and I found myself
smiling back."Thanks for my new penis!  This is really great, I can have
orgasms with it and everything!  I already had three!  Wait'll I show the
guys!"

   "Better take it easy, you'll get sore," I warned her before the last bit
sunk in.  "Wait a minute: what guys?"

   The sexual flush that had been fading from Renee's cheeks was replaced
by a full-blown blush of embarrassment.  Her mouth twisted and it was clear
she was afraid she had said too much.  "Hey there, it's okay." I moved to
sit by her at the end of the couch, pushing Karen's long, thin legs off to
make room.  The older girl made a muzzy sound of complaint and moved so she
was sort of kneeling half off the couch, but she didn't completely wake up
and she didn't stop masturbating.

   I lifted Renee's knee so I could sit next to her.  I put my arm around
her.  Her skin was warm and soft and a little sweaty.  I felt her bicep
flex and release as she continued to jack herself slightly, but now from
anxiety rather than pleasure.  "Hey," I repeated softly, and bent my head
to hers.  I pressed my cheek to her forehead then let my lips travel slowly
down until they met hers.  I kissed gently but insistently until I felt her
smaller mouth start to respond.  "Pretty girl," I breathed into her.  "I
told you before," I murmured in between kisses, "I don't mind if you have
sex with other boys.  You can do it with anyone you want as long as they're
nice.  But," I continued, "I like you to tell me, just so I can be sure
you're okay.  I promise I won't be mad." And now I grinned again.  "You're
too sexy to be mad at!" I dug my fingers into the child's ribs and she
started with a yelp of laughter.

   I hugged Renee close with one hand and put my other hand on her strapon,
covering hers.  She looked up at me, face serious now, her hazel eyes calm.
"There's boys like Raj, you know, they like boys but they're afraid to
say."

   "At your school?" I interrupted.

   Renee rolled her eyes.  "No, they're just little kids." Her tone said it
was the most obvious thing in the world.  "At the high school.  So after
school, or sometimes, if they have lunch when we have recess, they sneak
over?  And I'll put it in their butt or they do it in mine or we suck on
each other, well, we did until my other penis broke.  Now mostly I just
suck them." Now that I had her started, the words tumbled out of Renee. 
"You know what I read on the internet?  That if you eat, like, fruit and
stuff it makes your squirt taste better.  So I make them all do that, if
they taste bad I won't do it with them again."

   The mental image of Renee kneeling on the grass somewhere with a
teenager's cock pistoning in and out of her little mouth had me short of
breath.  I could feel my own organ struggling to reinflate.  "What's the
most you ever did at once?"

   Renee's round face twisted into an exaggerated picture of thought. 
"Umm...five?  Yeah, five.  After school one time."

   "Wow, you swallowed five boys' squirts?"

   "Yeah, but then my tummy hurt a little.  And the last one, he tasted bad
and then I was burping it all night.  Even after I brushed my teeth! 
Yuck." She stuck her tongue out at the memory.  "You have a boner again,"
the fourth-grader observed.

   I did.  Renee's matter-of-fact recitation of engaging in group sex with
five high school-aged boys had my blood singing in my ears.  I had
carefully groomed her to be my sex toy, but she had taken my lessons and
run with them.  At age ten she was utterly without shame or
self-consciousness.  She knew sex was supposed to be reserved for grownups
but it felt good so she saw no reason not to enjoy it whenever the impulse
took her.

   "Lemme show you something boys do," I said.  I turned and got her to do
the same so we were face-to-face, with my legs loosely around her torso and
hers over mine.  Her feet dangled a little behind me.  My penis, stiff now
and bobbing with my pulse, was inches from the latex shaft sprouting from
her crotch.  I took her hand and wrapped it around me, gasping at the
warmth of her palm against the underside of my shaft, and returned the
favor.  I started jacking her gently, tugging and then pushing, feeling the
resistance of the peg sliding around inside her juvenile vagina.  I got her
to do the same for me.  "This, ah!, this is called a circle jerk.  Boys
your age or a little older do it, but with more than two so it makes a real
circle."

   Renee made a face.  "Really?  Boys do this?  That's weird." But she
didn't protest and her hips started to move in rhythm as she began to take
pleasure from the penetration.

   "Mmm, Renee, that's good, I love it when you play with my penis." I
narrated my pleasure as I had taught the children was an integral part of
sex.  "Oh, your hand feels so good.  Squeeze a little bit, yeah, like that,
not too hard, squeeze my penis, slow, slo-o-o-w."

   "I like it when you play with my penis, too," Renee joined in.  "That's
it, move it around, up and down, up and down, ooo, I feel it, I feel my
penis, it feels good, hey!  Karen's awake!"

   I turned my head and sure enough, the twelve-year-old was sitting up on
the floor.  Her legs were sprawled out, heedlessly exposing her privates.
Her labia were swollen and red and crusted with her drying cunt honey.  She
was still oozing, just a little.  She combed her fingers through her long,
straight hair, making the blond mane shimmer as she tried to put it back in
some order.  I turned towards her without taking my hand off of Renee's
artificial tool and stroked Karen on one thin shoulder.  "Hey there,
whore," I said affectionately, "How's that babycunt now?"

   In response Karen stretched, arching her back and exposing her beautiful
teacup-sized breasts as her hair brushed back.  Her oval face gave no sign
of alarm or upset at the casual perversity of my words.  The crude language
had long ceased to be startling to her.  "Better," she replied solemnly. 
"You guys fucked me really good.  Thank you, Renee," she remembered her
manners.

   "You made a real mess, though," I continued.  "I'm going to have to wash
these cushions." I wiped my hand over the large stain where Karen had been
lying.  It came away wet.  "Messy little whore." Now Karen did look a
little pained.  Like any twelve-year-old girl her body embarrassed her at
times - although in her case it was not a pimple or awkwardness, but the
remarkable volume of her sexual secretions.  I moved my hand from her thin
shoulder up to the back of her neck.  I tangled my fingers in her hair and
closed my fist, and with a quick tug pulled her off-balance.  All arms and
legs and tiny bouncing titties, she fell forward across my lap.  "Why don't
you clean up my cock?" I asked, but Karen understood it was an order and
not a request.

   Obediently Karen arranged herself on the floor in front of me.  She put
her hand over Renee's where it was still wrapped around the base of my
shaft, angled it towards her face, and leaned forward.  "Ahhh," I sighed as
the sixth-grader's wide mouth engulfed me.  Her tongue slid around the
shaft, laving the underside and then twirling around the glans and, with
the nimbleness born of long practice, flicking at my frenum.  I brushed her
hair back so I could watch her face, watch her cheeks hollow as she sucked.
Her eyes squinted and a frown pulled at the corners of her stuffed mouth.
She tried to pull off but my hand on the back of her neck wouldn't let her.
"That's just ass you're tasting, whore, your ass and your sister's.  It's
nothing you haven't had before." And that was true but the flavor of the
mingled anal juices still clearly revolted the child.  I saw her fight back
a gag but it came out as a strangled cough, spraying mucus into my pubes. I
made her clean that off, too, licking my hairy balls and sucking on the
wiry hair until I was spit-shined.  I finally let her up when I felt the
beginning urge to thrust deep into her throat.

   Karen sat back, coughing delicately into her hand.  I noted her other
hand was still between her legs, fingers strumming at the moist knob of her
oversized clitoris.  Her masturbation seemed automatic and unconscious; I
wondered how she managed to keep her hands off herself during her school
days.  Of course she wasn't naked then.

   Renee watched her sister with the flat, neutral gaze that meant wheels
were turning inside her head but as usual I had no idea what she was
thinking.  I pushed Karen gently towards her little sister.  Without
comment Renee angled her strapon down slightly, canting her hips to
accommodate the shifting of the angle inside her, and Karen obediently
lipped the black plastic erection into her mouth.  And it was then, with no
warning, that she burst into tears.  She kept sucking dutifully, cleaning
off her dried vaginal secretions, but her slurps were interspersed with
heaving sobs.  I opened my mouth but Renee beat me to it.  "Karen, what's
wrong?" Karen shook her head - waggling her mouthful of artificial cock
from side to side and making Renee grunt - but she didn't speak, just kept
sucking and crying.

   Karen's upset was contagious.  "What is it?" Renee cried, lurching
forward to hug Karen's head.  But in doing so she drove her shaft against
the back of her big sister's throat.  Karen gagged in earnest.  She spit
out Renee's artificial cock and fell to the carpet, curling up into a fetal
position and covering her face with her hands, crying and coughing.  "I
lied," she managed to gasp out.  "I lied, I'm sorry, I had to, I lied..."
she trailed off into incoherent sobs.

   Renee's strapon bobbed and slapped against her belly as she threw
herself onto the floor next to her older sister.  She hugged Karen
protectively, pressing their bare bodies together.  "It's okay Karen," she
reassured her.  This wasn't the first time that their normal roles were
reversed, the younger girl comforting the older one.  "You're a good whore,
Karen, and I love you.  I'll help you, I promise, I'll always help you."

   With Renee holding her and rocking her, Karen calmed before too long. 
She sat up, scrubbing one hand over her tear-streaked face and running
nose. The other hand, I noted, returned to the juncture of her thighs,
stroking her slick vulva and tugging at the silky blond tuft of pubes that
had lately sprouted on her mons.  "I lied," she repeated, "when I told
Daddy I was going out for a walk."

   "Of course you did, you silly whore!" Renee replied.

   "Of course you did," I repeated.  "You couldn't say, 'Daddy, I'm going
out to fuck some boys for money', could you?"

   Karen seemed to gather her courage to continue.  "But I lied to you,
too. I lied when I said Tommy called me.  It was Lilah's daddy.  I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!" And she buried her face in her hands again - smearing cream on
her cheek and brow from the one she had been masturbating with.

   Eventually, Renee and I got the full story out of her.  It required a
specific kind of comforting.  By the time Karen had finished she was
sitting on the floor with her back against the couch.  Her long legs were
splayed open.  I was sitting on one side of her, Renee the other.  I was
cradling Karen's head in the crook of my elbow.  Renee had her head pressed
against Karen's breast and an arm around her waist.  And we were both
masturbating her.  I was pistoning two fingers slowly in and out, in and
out of her greasy preteen snatch while Renee was gently twisting and
tugging at her overused and inflamed clitoris.  Karen's breathy voice was
interspersed with the squishy sounds of penetration and the occasional soft
queef.  Her toes curled and relaxed, curled and relaxed, their dark blue
polish gleaming.

   Karen had gotten caught.  Not caught prostituting herself on her daily
excursion to a nearby park, that would have been bad enough.  Lilah's
father had caught her molesting his little girl.

   Reuben had returned home early and caught his 7-year-old daughter with
her hand in the cookie jar.  If by "cookie jar" you meant "Karen's cunt".
The two girls had been lying on the couch.  Their clothes were in a
careless pile on the floor - Karen had assumed they had a good three hours
before Lilah's father would be home from work.  They were lying facing each
other head-to-toe.  Lilah was a skinny little girl which was how she could
have her hand buried past the wrist in Karen's preadolescent vagina. 
Karen's cunny expressed a little more juice as she recalled this to us,
reliving the pleasure she had felt before disaster.  When Reuben walked in
Karen had seized Lilah's tiny bud of a clitoris in her teeth and was
chewing on it.  She was chewing on it hard.  Lilah's skinny legs were
spasming and kicking and she was squealing in mingled pain and pleasure. 
"That's my babycunt, Karen!  Bite my whore babycunt!"

   Karen had frozen in terror when she opened her eyes and saw Lilah's
father standing over them.  She had known she was busted and there was no
possible innocent explanation for being naked with a seven-year-old child.
Naked with her mouth full of a seven-year-old child's cunny.  Lilah didn't
even notice her father at first.  "Keep biting my whore babycunt, Karen!"
she ordered.  "Bite it hard!" Only when she looked down and saw the stark
fear on Karen's face did she look over her shoulder.  But she wasn't
afraid. She loved her daddy and she had no idea how wrong what she was
doing was.  "Hi Daddy!" she said brightly, brushing her bangs from her eyes
with the hand that wasn't fisting her babysitter.  "I'm a whore now! 
Karen's a whore and she taught me and now I'm a whore just like Mommy!"

   Things hadn't gone well after that.  Lilah was banished to her room in
tears - after some initial difficulty in separating the two children. 
Lilah's strength wasn't sufficient to remove her arm with Karen's vaginal
muscles clamped down from fear.  Reuben had to forcibly extract his
daughter's fist from her babysitter's gaping cunt.  Karen's face flamed as
she recalled to us the extended slurping sound and the way Lilah's tiny
hand came out dripping with gooey cream.

   The first clue Karen had, she told us, that things were going even
further off the rails was that Reuben was drunk.  "He smelled bad, like
that stuff you drink with Mommy and Daddy.  And he couldn't talk straight."
The second clue was that he didn't let her get dressed.  He took her place
on the couch and made her stand before him, harshly ordering her to keep
her hands at her sides.  "He told me I was a...a child mo-mo-molester,"
Karen stammered out through her tears.  "He said everyone hates people like
me.  He said I'd go to prison, and I'd get beat up and ruh-ruh-raped all
the time, and everyone would hate my family too and they would hate me..."
she dissolved in sobs again, clutching at her younger sister like a life
preserver.  Her choking sobs turned to moans as Renee twiddled her clit
more vigorously, doing the only thing that seemed to comfort the older
child.

   The long and short of it was, Reuben was blackmailing a twelve-year-old
girl.  He was furious at the way Karen had corrupted his little daughter
but he was ready to take advantage of Karen's own corruption.  "He told me
if I was a whore I was going to have to be his whore from now on, whenever
he wanted, for free, or he would tell on me." And for the rest of that week
when Karen arrived for her regular babysitting gig Reuben was there.

   "Why wasn't he at work?" I wondered, but Karen had no answer.

   "And, and, then he called me at night and told me I had to sneak out and
come over, and I told him I couldn't and then he said if I didn't he'd
tell, and..." at this point Karen had pointed helplessly at her backpack in
the corner where she had left it.  Turned out she wanted her phone.  She
showed me the message Reuben had sent her.

   "You let him take pictures of you whoring?" I demanded.  "Karen, what
have we told you about that?"

   "I know!" the sixth-grader wailed helplessly.  "But he made me!" Reuben
had sent her a short video.  The first few seconds were Karen on her hands
and knees facing away from the camera but her face was clearly visible in a
mirror.  Her eyes were closed tight, mouth open in a gaping "O" of ecstacy.
Her hair swung as her body jerked forward and back.  From the phone came a
tinny sound of flesh slapping against flesh.  Behind Karen the edge of a
male body was just visible.  There was no question the twelve-year-old was
getting fucked, fucked hard, and enjoying it.  Then the video cut to
Karen's upturned face.  Her eyes were sparkling and her mouth set in a wide
smile.  You'd have to know her well to see that it was her phony
"professional" smile.  But you didn't get to focus on that because
immediately globs of semen arced into the frame.  They plopped on Karen's
high forehead, the bridge of her nose, into her hair.  A long squirt fell
right into her mouth.  She stuck her cum-coated tongue out and licked her
lips with an exaggerated motion.  Semen drooled down her chin.  The video
ended.

   "Huh, huh, he said...he said he would send it to Mommy and Daddy, and
the school, and Caitlin and all my friends...so I tried to sneak out and I
got caught and now he's going to, he's going to..." and once again Karen
was racked by sobs.

   Renee and I hugged the naked child tight.  "Shh, Karen, it's okay." I
let her cry herself out.  Renee was crying now, too.  The thought of her
sister's career as a preteen prostitute revealed had finally cracked the
younger girl's reserve.  I don't think she appreciated the real weight of
the threat to reveal how Karen had sexually abused a seven-year-old child,
but she knew it meant her sister might be taken away and that was enough.

   Eventually Karen fell silent, exhausted.  Her head lolled back against
my arm, tear-streaked face upturned.  I let my two fingers rest embedded to
the hilt in her twitching, drooling snatch and stroked my thumb up and down
her slit, pushing her engorged inner lips gently from side to side as Renee
continued pulling on her clitoris, stretching it out from its damaged curl
of scar tissue and letting it fold back on itself over and over.  "Oh,
ooooh, ooooooooooh," Karen's sobs turned to quiet moans as even her deep
anguish and fear were overcome by her body's unquenchable sexual desires.
"We're going to fix this, Karen.  Reuben's not going to hurt you.  He's not
going to tell."

   "Buh, buh, but he said he would..."

   "Making Lilah a whore is bad, but a grownup fucking a sixth-grader is
bad, too.  Reuben can't tell on you without telling on himself.  He tricked
you."

   "I'll get him!" Renee spoke up for the first time.  Her small features
were contorted in genuine rage.

   "We'll get him," I corrected.  "But the pictures make it more
complicated.  Karen, you should've told your sister right away when Reuben
caught you."

   "I'm sorry," she sniveled.

   "Too late for sorry," I said, but I wasn't trying to punish Karen, just
stating the face.  "Next time don't be a stupid whore." OK, that was
punishing her a bit.  "But we're going to fix this, I promise.  Reuben
isn't going to hurt you, Karen, and we're going to get him back." The
beginnings of a plan were already starting to form in the back of my mind.
It needed fleshing out but first we had to buy some time.

   At my instructions, Karen called Reuben.  The fact that he hadn't made
good on his threat after a week of no contact was a sign that he could be
played.  She didn't have to act much to cry on the phone and convince him
that she really was grounded.  She promised, she swore that as soon as she
was ungrounded she would start babysitting again.  "I'll do anything, just
please don't tell," she whined submissively into her phone.  Reuben bought
it.

   "There," I said when she hung up, "That's the first thing.  Now the next
thing is, I want you to do your best to forget all about this." I stroked
her damp cheek gently.  "You deserve some fun this weekend and we're going
to have fun.  Would you like me to call Paul?  I bet he'd give you another
really good fuck." Karen's eyes lit up at the mention of my teenaged
neighbor.  His was the first penis besides my own Karen had ever put in her
mouth and she had a soft spot for him.  A soft, wet spot.

   I dug my phone out of my discarded jeans and discovered that the call I
had missed was from Paul himself.  As I hit redial I heard Karen whisper to
her little sister, "Pull on my button harder." She was already feeling
better.
   To be continued...

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