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Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca and Joseph Sleep Over, part 2: The Next Morning (Mbg, ped, inc, mast, oral, anal, reluc, cons) by Rufus Fugit
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Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2006 14:10:02 -0400
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This is an erotic story involving adults and children. If you don't
want to read such a thing, don't. If it's illegal for you to read it
whoever and wherever you are, I don't really care. Don't read it, or
don't get caught. Either way, that's your problem. 

This is my story. It may be freely distributed and reposted to free
sites, or the free areas of pay sites, so long as authorship is
properly credited and these introductory paragraphs are included. If
you can find someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you
steal it for that purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck you. 

This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or adults or anything
were involved in its production. What part of "made up" don't you
understand? Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit at
yahoo dot com. Stupid feedback and flames to /dev/null.

Rebecca and Joseph Sleep Over, part 2: The Next Morning (Mbg, ped, inc,
mast, oral, anal, reluc, cons) by Rufus Fugit

I woke the next morning with the sun in my eyes and a light breeze
blowing across me.  I had picked our campout site to be hidden from the
road uphill, and a good thing: I was naked on my back with two naked
children, ten-year-old Joseph and his eight-year-old sister Rebecca,
cuddled against me with their hands cupping my penis and testicles. My
cock, my stomach, their hands, faces and hair were all adorned with
clumps and crusty trails of dried semen. My left hip and thigh were
sticky where Rebecca had been humping her bald little pussy against me
during the night. Our pajamas were scattered all around us on the
blankets. Even in the fresh morning air the smell of cum and sweaty sex
filled my nostrils.

I stretched a little and Joseph opened his eyes. He was a much lighter
sleeper than his sister. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I greeted him.
"How are you?"

He knuckled his eye, grimacing a bit at the feel of the cum crusting
his face. He answered, "Good," but it was perfunctory. It appeared I
had a little repair work to do. He had certainly enjoyed the first part
of last night, when I got his little sister to jerk him off and blow
him to two dry orgasms, and he even got to fingerbang her a little. The
second part, when I made him suck my cock and came in his mouth and all
over his face - not so much.

"Are you sure? It got kinda freaky there last night at the end, didn't
it? You were great, though. I loved the way you sucked on my wiener."
That wasn't true, actually, his little sister was way better at
fellatio than he was. The eight-year-old girl had almost deep-throated
me, slurping up as much of my cock as her mouth would fit with
enthusiasm, while Joseph had barely held the tip between his lips.

Anyway, that wasn't the praise Joseph wanted. "But...that's GAY!" he
burst out. "There's this kid at school, everyone calls him a fag all
the time. I'm not gay!"

Ah. "Sh, sh, it's ok. Look, in the first place, no one's going to tease
you about this because no one's going to know about it. Unless you
tell, and you're not going to tell, are you?" He shook his head
vigorously. "In the second place, just because you like your wiener
sucked doesn't make you gay. Your wiener doesn't care whether it's a
boy mouth or a girl mouth sucking on it, it just knows it feels good.
Hey, like this!" And with that I rolled the ten-year-old onto his back,
pushed his legs apart and dived between them to engulf his entire
flaccid little peter and hairless ballsack. Holding his thighs spread
and pinned to the ground I tongued him roughly, feeling him engorge and
stiffen in my mouth. As I started slurping up and down the length of
his boycock and nibbling gently at the head, I stroked my palms up
across his stomach to his chest where I played with his little nipples.
They stiffened under my touch and his legs came up and wrapped around
my shoulders, his heels resting on my back.

I looked up at his face. Just that quickly his eyes had glazed over
with pleasure. His face was getting red and his hips were starting to
hump up at my mouth. So I stopped. I placed my hands flat on his chest
and pursed my lips tight to pull off his boner with a loud pop. "Unless
you want me to stop...because it's all GAAAAAAY!" I said with heavy
sarcasm.

Joseph shook his head as if coming out of a trance. "Nuh...no, don't
stop!"

"Don't stop, what? What am I doing?"

"You're sucking my wiener. Don't stop sucking my wiener!"

"Why should I suck it? Do you like it? Does it feel good?"

He nodded vigorously. "I like it. I like you sucking my wiener."

"But I'm a boy. You like a boy sucking your wiener?"

"Yes!" he shouted in frustration. "I like a boy sucking my wiener! Suck
on my wiener more!"

"Wellllll...say 'please'."

"Please?"

"Say 'pretty please'."

"Pretty please!"

"Say...oh the hell with it." And with a smile I sucked his cock back
into my mouth. For the next few minutes the only sounds were slurping
and the little boy's sighs and grunts of pleasure. The distinctive
sweaty taste and smell of his crotch was starting to get me hot, too,
and I humped my reviving hardon into the blankets. When I could tell
Joseph was getting close, I ran my index finger quickly in and out of
my mouth and probed down below his hairless scrotum. I started
vigorously massaging his little pucker in time with my sucks, pressing
in with each downstroke. Before long I had penetrated to the first
knuckle, the second knuckle, and beyond. Joseph was reacting to the
intrusion, trying to pull his butt up and away but his range of motion
was limited by my head and anyway the pleasure of his impending orgasm
overcame the strangeness and discomfort of his first anal penetration.

As I felt his penis begin to twitch in my mouth I shoved my finger up
his ass as far as it would go, feeling for his prostate. My little
friend went off like a rocket. His entire body stiffened, bending
backwards so from heels to shoulders he was lifted in the air. He threw
back his head and howled like a wolf, "AAAAAOOOOOOWWW!" He cried out
repeatedly as his peter pulsed in my mouth and amazingly I tasted a bit
of salty wetness spattering onto my tongue. My prostate massage had
coaxed out a few drops of seminal fluid; I'd given ten-year-old Joseph
his first wet cum!

I sucked him more gently as his peak passed, removing my finger from
his ass (quickly wiping it on the blanket) and using both hands to
stroke up and down his torso. He flopped back with an explosive sigh,
and I pulled my mouth off his cock and rubbed at him with my hand.
Grinning up at him, I said, "So...I figure if you can make someone feel
that good, who cares if it's gay or not? It's just friends helping
friends, you know?" The naked boy grinned back at me, a little
sheepishly, but I thought I'd made my point.

"What's 'gay'?" a little voice piped up. Rebecca had awakened at some
point during the blowjob and was lying on her side, head propped on her
hand, watching us. Like her brother, her face and hair were smeared
with white. Dried cum was flaking off her cheeks and her
shoulder-length blonde hair was tangled and clumped. Her knee was bent
in the air and her free hand was down between her legs, stroking her
bald cunny. Last night I had taught her how to masturbate herself, and
it looked like she was wasting no time putting that lesson into
practice.

"It's nothing," I answered, "just a stupid word your brother's friends
use to tease each other." While I was eager to expand the children's
sexual experiences, I didn't want to expand their vocabularies lest
they inadvertently reveal their knowledge to some adult - like their
parents - who might get curious about where they had learned such
things.

The morning sunlight gave Rebecca's pale naked form a golden glow and
glinted off the moisture starting to leak from her smooth, tight little
slit. I could've sat and watched her play with herself for hours, but I
was feeling the pressure of more immediate needs. "Hey - who needs to
pee?" I raised my hand. Joseph raised his hand. Rebecca raised her hand
from her crotch. When I saw her fingertips glistening I couldn't resist
kneewalking over, seizing her wrist, and sucking her fingers clean,
tasting the fragrant, slightly spicy flavor of her little girl
secretions. She giggled. Swallowing, I said, "OK then, let's pee before
we go back to the house." I walked downhill a few steps and after a few
seconds of concentration to deflate my erection, began to urinate in
the grass. Joseph stepped up beside me and followed suit, which turned
into some completely childish swordfighting with our urine streams. I
looked back at Rebecca who was now standing shyly behind us, her legs
crossed and her hands covering her immature charms. "It's OK, honey,
just come down here and squat. You can pee on the grass."

Despite everything she had done in the past hours, the little girl was
shy about peeing in front of her brother and me. "Look away!" she
admonished, and we did just until I heard her stream start to splatter
onto the ground, then I turned back and watched the puddle grow between
her feet where she squatted with her hands wrapped around her knees. At
her "Hey!" I could only smile and shrug.

After an amazingly long time - where did she have room for a bladder
that large in her skinny little body? - the stream tapered off to
squirts and then dribbles and it was only then that she realized with a
little cry of dismay that there was no toilet paper. "How about this?"
I said, sticking out my tongue and wiggling it down at her.

She guffawed, covering her mouth with her hands. "Ewwwww! You want to
drink PEE?!"

I shrugged, but rather than answer I reached down, grabbed her around
her thin waist - she weighed maybe forty pounds, if that - and lifted
her up and over me, fitting her legs around my head so that she was
sitting as if I was giving her a shoulder ride, only backwards. I
cupped her skinny little ass cheeks in my hands and now her bald cunt
was right at my chin. I opened wide and swiped my tongue from bottom to
top, tasting the acrid flavor of her morning piss. Not my favorite, but
I would've put up with worse to eat that beautiful smooth little pussy
before breakfast. Her hands tangled in my hair as I kept licking at the
slit, probing at the top for the knob of her swelling baby clit. I
rolled my eyes upwards, looking past her flat little belly and chest.
Her "ewww" had turned into "ooooh" as she watched me enthusiastically
slurping away.

I would gladly have continued eating her until she reached menarche,
but Joseph interrupted. "Can we go in the house?" he whined, sounding
exactly like what he was, a ten-year-old who maybe hadn't gotten enough
sleep. "I'm hungry, and my wiener hurts."

Reluctantly, I kissed Rebecca's cunt one final time and swung her back
down to her feet. "How does it hurt?"

"It aches, kinda. When you put your finger up, you know, my butt? That
felt, like, great, but it hurt, kinda, at the same time. And now it
just hurts."

"It'll be OK in a while. How about pancakes for breakfast?"

"Yeahh!" Both children jumped for joy at the suggestion.

"All right then, Joseph, you get the blankets and the clothing and
stuff. Here, Rebecca, you take the flashlights and the lantern. I'll
get the telescope. Walk over there, so we keep the house between us and
the road and no one will see us naked." As they walked ahead I admired
the children's cute little nude asses. Rebecca had no shape yet; from
the back she just looked like a smaller version of her brother.

Once in the house I sat them down at the kitchen table while I donned
an apron and went about whipping up a batch of pancakes. "When do we
get dressed," Rebecca wanted to know, "and clean up all this...stuff?"
She was combing her fingers through her cum-splotched blonde locks,
trying to work out some of the tangles.

"By the time your parents get here for dinner we'll have you guys
cleaned up," I answered, "but in the meantime I think you look great
just the way you are. And," I pointed to my growing boner tenting out
the apron, "he thinks so too." This set Rebecca into a torrent of
giggles. Joseph caught them from her and then they were setting each
other off, back and forth, pointing at my hardon, and Joseph's little
wiener, and Rebecca's smooth bald vulva, back and forth, laughing
helplessly.

I put paper plates of pancakes in front of them, doffed the apron and
sat down to watch them eat. I was pleased that the children now seemed
completely comfortable, not just being naked but being naked with me
naked. Neither was a particularly neat eater and before long crumbs and
drips of syrup joined the smears of dried cum adorning their faces.
After they finished I stepped around the table behind them to remove
the plates. "Now," I said, "who wants dessert?" I moved behind
Rebecca's chair so that my boner lay right across the eight-year-old's
skinny shoulder. Flexing my groin and wiggling my hips I made it bounce
and dance, gently slapping her on the cheek. 

Joseph started laughing again at the sight.  "Look, Rebecca," he said,
pointing, "You have a big wiener for dessert!" The little girl looked
up at my shyly - how she could still be shy, naked and crusted with my
dried semen, I didn't know, but her expression melted my heart. She
reached up and cupped my cock underhand, pulling it towards her mouth.
With her eyes locked on mine, she kissed along the shaft before fitting
the end in her mouth, the angle such that the knob bulged out her
cheek.

My knees went weak as her hot, wet little mouth enclosed my cockhead
and it rubbed against the smooth inner surface of her cheek. "Oh, god,
Rebecca, that feels good. Suck my wiener, yes just like that! Ohhh,
suck it!" I put a hand on the back of her neck but she needed no
further urging. Turning in her seat to get a better angle, the little
blonde girl stretched her mouth wide and eagerly worked my cock deeper
into her mouth. "Oh, honey, you suck it soooo good! Ohhh... ahhh..."
Joseph's eyes were riveted to the sight of his little sister drooling
around my penis, and I noticed his hand was moving in his lap beneath
the table. "Doesn't your little sister look pretty with a penis in her
mouth, Joseph? Isn't she - ah! - a great little wiener-eater? Ohh...
hahhhh....STOP!" I didn't want to shoot another load just yet, so I
grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her off me with a "pop!" It
hurt a bit as her upper teeth scraped along the ridge of my cockhead,
and droplets of her spit and my precum spattered her face as the shaft
bounced upright. Stroking my hands through the sticky snarls in her
hair I praised the child extravagantly for her newly-learned
cocksucking skills. Just as I hoped, she was coming to crave more of
that praise, along with more of my hot cum in her tummy. She smiled up
at me, drinking in the first even if the second would have to wait a
bit.

"Hey, but you guys have had breakfast now and I haven't. And you ate
all the pancakes, greedy guts! Hmmm...what should I eat for breakfast?
I know! I'll eat....Rebecca!" I grabbed the child under her armpits and
swung her up and around, plopping her naked ass on the edge of the
table as she shrieked with laughter. I pushed her down flat and without
ceremony shoved my face between her skinny thighs, licking her slit and
nibbling at her hairless vulva and the prominent little pubic mound I
loved so well. The child wriggled under my oral assault, her laughter
mixing with little sighs of pleasure as my tongue began to tease out
her baby clit.

I raised my head, smacking my lips at the taste of her prepubescent
honey, so much less pungent than a grown woman's. "Mmm, pretty good.
But it needs something. Hmm...I know!" I grabbed up the bottle of
supermarket syrup and squirted a golden trail across her flat chest. I
bent down and sucked a nipple clean. "Yum, yum, that's just right," and
I proceeded to squirt the sugary liquid all over the giggling,
squirming little girl, not neglecting her little baby pussy.  I
drizzled the syrup into her mouth, too, as she opened wide for me. And
starting at her tiny delicate feet I began licking the syrup off her.
"Joseph, you can have some 'dessert' too, if you want."

"Yes, Joseph," the little girl piped up, "Have some boobie for
dessert!" She arched her back, giggling, pointing her sticky,
undeveloped little nipples into the air. I wasn't too absorbed in
licking my way up her thighs to note this important step - it was the
first time Rebecca had asked for sexual contact rather than just
acquiescing, however eagerly. She was becoming as much of a horny
little cock-puppy as I had hoped she would. Buoyed by this thought I
resumed my attack on her hairless cunny, sucking and tonguing at her
now fully erect clitty, tasting the heady mixture of her tangy baby
juices and pancake syrup. She wrapped her legs around my head,
squeezing her thighs and making the same high-pitched sighing squeaks
she made last night as she approached her prepubescent
not-quite-orgasmic peak.

Joseph stood up, but didn't look terribly enthused. His little peter,
however, was fully stiff again. He didn't want dessert, I realized, he
wanted to be dessert. Well, I was nothing if not an obliging host. At
my instruction, he grabbed a copy of the Yellow Pages from the kitchen
phone stand and placed it on the floor next to the table. Meanwhile, I
helped Rebecca scoot over so that her head was at the table's edge.
With the naked boy standing on the phone book, she could turn her head
and look right at his hairless stalk. I was back to munching on the
little girl's now wide-open slit and making a sticky mess of my own
face, but I grabbed the bottle and drenched Joseph's crotch as well.
Mrs. Butterworth was really getting a workout this morning.

With the resilience of youth, Joseph's little cock was standing
straight up against his belly; he had to use his hand to bend it down
closer to the horizontal so he could swipe it back and forth across his
younger sister's mouth. She obligingly opened up, slurping up the drips
of sugary liquid and sucking him in. I could see her throat working as
she swallowed repeatedly. Joseph closed his eyes and grunted, grabbing
the table's edge with both hands to steady himself as he began
thrusting raggedly. "Talk to your sister, Joseph," I reminded him.
"Tell her how good she makes you feel."

"Suck my wiener, Beck! Ahh...suck it! Suck it! Ooooh, that's good. My
sister eats...Ah!...penis for breakfast! That feels soooOH! good! Oh, I
love you, Rebecca! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" It was clear the boy
wasn't just talking because I told him to, he really really liked
having his cock sucked. Before their parents got here I was going to
have to make sure the kids understood the dangers of fooling around at
home where they could get caught. Especially I'd have to figure out how
to impress this on Joseph; he was a boy and I knew his boner would
quickly overwhelm his limited ten-year-old critical faculties, and
Rebecca would go along with him: not only because he was her adored big
brother, but she seemed now to genuinely relish a mouthful of penis
whether mine or his. I wondered how long it would be, for that matter,
before other boys - or men! - would be thrilling to the sight of her
innocent-looking little face with a cock sliding between her
wide-stretched lips.

Watching my pre-teen friends have sex was just as hot as doing it
myself, so I unhooked Rebecca's ankles from behind my neck and let her
legs dangle over the table's edge. I sat back and replaced my mouth
with my hand on her beautiful baby cunt. With my thumb rapidly circling
her little clit I had a wonderful view of her bony pelvis bucking and
her torso twisting and heaving as she gasped and moaned around her
mouthful of her brother's syrupy boycock. Her legs kicked up and down
randomly, making her juicy little cunt lips open and close and
revealing her pink little asshole. It was too tempting a target to
ignore. I swiped the middle finger of my free hand up and down between
her lips to lubricate it thoroughly. Placing the hand palm up on the
table, I poked my finger gently at her anus, all the while keeping up
my assault on her clit with the other thumb.

Rebecca didn't seem to notice the intruder at her back door at first.
She was looking up into Joseph's face as he kept up his litany of
praise. She could have been any little sister looking admiringly at her
big brother. (Well, except that she naked and spread-eagled on my
kitchen table; her face, hair and body were covered in dried semen and
pancake syrup; her mouth was stuffed full of her brother's cock; and my
hands were all over her spread and leaking cunny. Except for that.) But
when my fingertip slipped inside the tight ring of muscle she gave an
extra-strong jerk and her body stiffened. "It's OK, sweetie," I
soothed, "it's just one more way to feel good. You saw Joseph get it
the same way this morning, and he liked it. Didn't you, Joseph?"

Joseph couldn't answer, though, suddenly occupied as he was with his
second orgasm of the morning. His only response was "Uh! UH AH! AHHH!
UHHH!" as his hips pumped his stiff little stalk in and out of his
sister's mouth. He twined his hands in her hair and mashed her face
hard against his crotch, stuffing his cock completely into her. He held
her there for a few seconds with his mouth open in a soundless cry,
then pushed her away and stumbled backwards off the phone book to
collapse into the kitchen chair. He sat, panting for breath, his face
flushed and his peter also raw and red.

Her mouth no longer full, Rebecca moaned as the second joint of my
finger slipped past her sphincter. "Ow! Oooh! What're
you...Ahhh!...doing? Don't put that...Ooooh!...in my butt, that
feels...Ow!...weird!" Yet her hips were still gyrating as I continued
my attack on her slippery little clit.

"Just give it a second, sweetie, to get used to it. Push, like you were
trying to poop," I instructed the little girl and as she obeyed her
anus relaxed a little and my finger slid the rest of the way in. She
let out a long, low groan as I began pumping my finger in and out of
her ass, punctuated with little yips and yelps as I gently pinched at
her clitoris with my other hand. I continued cooing soothing words at
her as her body accustomed itself to my anal penetration. "Oh, what a
big girl you are, feeling good up your butt, what hot little girl parts
you have, so tasty, so good, feeling soooo gooood..."

At that moment, intoxicated with the sight and sound of the little girl
writhing in immature sexual pleasure before me, I made an extremely
dangerous decision. What the hell, I rationalized, I'd been taking
risks continuously for the past 12 hours and so far every one of them
had paid off for me. If this worked out Rebecca and I would share
complete sexual intimacy today.

Joseph had recovered from his cum and was watching his sister with
interest. She was rolling her head back and forth on the table, clearly
at her pre-orgasmic peak again. "Joseph, why don't you go take a shower
while Rebecca and I finish up? Wash all that dried stuff out of your
hair, get all cleaned up and then we can watch movies or whatever until
your folks get here later."

"Should I get dressed?" the little boy asked me.

"Up to you," I responded. "We can still fool around, but we'll have to
make sure you don't get messy again."

"You could suck my wiener some more," he suggested with a grin, the
selfish little turd. But he had a point, that would keep him cleaner
than the other way around. He padded off down the hall and after a
minute I heard the shower start to run.

Now with Joseph out of the way, it was time. While I'd been speaking to
him I'd slowed and gentled my masturbation of the little girl and her
skinny body was relaxing on the tabletop. My finger still penetrated
her ass deeply but I was just holding it there, no longer pumping in
and out. I slid the thumb of my other hand down her slit from her
clitoris to her tight little vaginal opening, nudging gently until the
inner lips parted slightly and I could see the pale barrier just
inside. Here we go, I thought, and I seized her clitoris between my
first two fingers and squeezed while at the same time I jammed my thumb
into her. I felt her hymen tear and the digit pushed into incredible
heat and tightness, stopping only when the web of my thumb mashed
against her slit.

I thought it was tight to start with, but in an instant Rebecca's cunt
clamped down twice as hard as the little girl screamed and her entire
lower body went rigid. "AAAAAAAHHH! OOOOOOOOOWW! Take it out!! Take it
out! It hurts! OW! OW! OW!" and she started to cry and writhe around on
the table, trying to wrench her crotch away from my invading fingers.
Oops. I'd kind of forgotten what a crybaby Rebecca could be. I hoped I
hadn't miscalculated. If I couldn't calm her down, my fun was probably
over forever. I stood so that I could get more leverage and slid my
finger out of her ass so I'd have one hand free.  She was crying and
trying to close her legs but that just hurt worse as it put pressure on
the torn tissues. I pushed down with the hand covering her hairless
mound to hold her still, trying not to shove my thumb in any deeper.

I reached up to stroke her hair and tearstained face. "Shh, Rebecca,
honey, it's ok. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby, but do you know what
that was? That was the last thing that kept you from being my grown-up
girl. Now you can do all the things that big girls do, pretty Rebecca.
Everything!" She was still sniveling, and still obviously in
discomfort, but at least I had her attention. Tears continued to leak
from the corners of her eyes. "Most girls don't do this until years
from now, and you know what? The older you get, the more it stings. But
once that's done you can feel better than anything - better than when I
use my fingers or my mouth on you. It'll stop hurting in a few minutes.
It already feels better, doesn't it?"

"It still hurts," the little girl sniffled. "I feel...ow!...full...it's
too big...please take it out, pleeease!"

"Too big, just you wait," I thought but aloud I continued to speak
soothingly, "I'll take it out in just a minute, sweetie, soon as you're
more used to it, and I'll put some medicine on it to take the sting
out." I let a couple more minutes elapse while I planted little
butterfly kisses all over her face, tasting the child's salty tears as
she slowly calmed and her sobs diminished to sniffles. Then I gently
withdrew my thumb from her tight, hot, eight-year-old vagina. The
little girl winced and whined softly as my digit dragged across the
freshly torn tissues. I quickly put it in my mouth to hide the small
streak of blood on it and to enjoy the exquisite flavor of pure,
just-deflowered pre-teen. I rooted in the cabinet for a few seconds
until I found a little bottle of Anbesol. Hey, it was good for cold
sores, and the mouth is mucous membranes just like the pussy, so I
figured it'd work. 

"OK, I'm going to put some medicine on you now, sweetie," I said. I
dipped my index finger in the bottle and then, using my other finger
and thumb to pry her lips apart, gently pushed it into her abused
cunny. The breath hissed through her teeth as I swabbed it around the
remains of her hymen, then she gradually relaxed as the mild anesthetic
took effect. "There, now, isn't that better?" I leaned forward and
planted a gentle kiss on her slit. I helped her off the table, hugging
her slight naked form against my hairy legs as she rather shakily
stood. I caressed her back and shoulders as I praised her softly. "You
are such a brave girl, and so beautiful, and so sexy, and now we can
have even more fun later on. But let's get cleaned up now, OK? You are
one very sticky little sexpot," and indeed she was covered pretty much
nose to knees in drying syrup, never mind the cum still clumping her
hair and making flaky white splotches on her face. My compliments had
their intended effect; she smiled bravely up at me as we walked to the
bathroom.

Joseph had just finished his shower. He sat naked on the closed toilet
while I drew a warm bath for his little sister. I helped her into the
water and kneeled next to the tub to tenderly wash her clean, being
careful of her sore little vagina. I lathered up her hair with shampoo,
had her dunk her head to rinse, then lathered again, making sure to
wash out every last trace of the campout's cum shower. Then I had her
stand carefully - she was still a little unsteady on her feet from her
surprise double penetration on the kitchen table - and pulled the drain
plug. I turned on the shower and climbed in with her. I wet my hair and
poured on some shampoo. While I was doing that, without being asked
Rebecca took the soap and began to lather up my body, the parts she
could reach anyway. We'd spent so much of the last night and day lying
down, I was shocked to be reminded of how petite she was; standing
straight she could just about put the tip of her nose into my
bellybutton. Could I seriously be contemplating fucking my adult-size
cock into this tiny child's virgin vagina?

Yes, I could, especially while she was paying extra attention to
soaping up my equipment. She was squeezing the shaft pretty hard,
working her slippery hands up and down through the lather. The touch of
her little fingers quickly brought me back to full mast. I reached down
and stroked her cheek, "That's good, sweetie, real, good, but..."

Rebecca interrupted me, "Rinse off now!" and basically yanked me by my
tool into the spray. I rinsed off my own head, then made sure hers was
clean. When all the soap and shampoo was off our bodies, I turned off
the water. I meant to step out and dry off right away, but Rebecca had
other ideas. Rather than turn loose of my manhood, she started jacking
it again. My protest died in my throat as I watched the naked, dripping
wet second-grader masturbate me. She grinned up at me saucily,
obviously pleased that she could in some way control an adult's
behavior, though I doubt she fully appreciated how effective sexual
prowess at age eight could be in that respect. Still watching my face,
she bent over - not very far, from her diminutive height - and placed a
sloppy kiss on the end of my penis, then making a happy "mmmmmm" sound
deep in her throat, she parted her lips wide and took it in.

"Ooooooh, Rebecca," I moaned, startled but thrilled by her new
aggressiveness. She set a rapid pace, plunging her lips up and down the
upper half of my member, squeezing them tight each time they rubbed
over the ridge which stretched her jaws almost to the limit. She
grasped me tight at the root, jacking in counterpoint to her oral
strokes. The heat of her mouth was exquisite, and I could feel her
tongue sliding along the underside and wiggling against the tip on each
outstroke. I grabbed her thin shoulders to steady myself, "Oh, Rebecca,
that's so good, but we should stop, honey..." I didn't really want to
cum until I could do so in her hot little cunt.

But the cock-hungry pre-teen apparently had other ideas. "Uhm-Uhmph!"
she grunted, waggling her head from side to side. Without taking her
mouth off me, she put both hands on my thighs and actually pushed me
back until I was leaning against the shower stall. Then she resumed her
rapid jacking and sucking and, probably remembering what set me off
last night, used her other hand to massage my sack. Her little fingers
stroked the wrinkled flesh, cupping my heavy balls and rolling them
from side to side. It was overwhelming. I looked down at the naked
little girl looking up at me, her hot little mouth open wide as it
plunged up and down on my cock. My nerves were on fire. Sparks of
pleasure were radiating from my engulfed penis. Each stroke of her
willing little mouth raised the intensity to a level I thought could
not possibly be topped - until the next one. I realized I was squeezing
her shoulders involuntarily, digging my fingers hard enough into the
bony flesh to bring a little moan of discomfort from her, but I was
beyond caring. In those moments, the blonde eight-year-old owned me,
body and soul. My entire being concentrated down to a white-hot ring of
pleasure as her mouth plunged up and down my cock. I lost control, my
linguistic niceties forgotten. "Oh my god, Rebecca, oh my god, suck my
cock! Suck my cock, you little cum-slut! I love you, you little slut,
suck me, suck me, suck me! Oh god gonna cum in your mouth, gonna fill
you with cum, fill! you! with! Ah! AH! take it here it coooOOOOMES!
OOOOH!" Throwing my head back with a groaning shout I erupted in her
tight little mouth. My knees buckled and my vision went gray as I
ejaculated what felt like quarts of cum into the pre-teen. I could feel
her swallowing rapidly but the flow quickly overwhelmed her. Sperm
spilled out of her mouth around my still-spurting cock, dripped down
her chin and plopped onto her heaving belly. "OH! OH! OH!" I groaned
with each shot, watching the pale naked child gobbling as much of my
gooey hot sperm as her mouth would hold. Finally, I was drained. My
deflating cock slipped  from between Rebecca's cum-smeared lips as I
slumped down to sit on the tub edge with a final, drawn-out groan.
"Ooooooooh, GAWD, Rebecca!" was all I could manage for a second. She
swiped her hand across her chin and mouth, looked at the glob of sperm
on her palm, and licked it clean. 

She swallowed once more, then leaned eagerly towards me. She clenched
her little fists anxiously below her chin. "Did I...did I do that
good?" she asked.

"Did you...? Oh, honey, did you ever! No one has EVER sucked me as good
as that. You are AMAZING. Come here." I gathered her into a hug,
pressing her skinny body against me and planting a simple closed-mouth
kiss on her lips. I held her, stroking her back and her skinny ass,
trailing my fingers lightly into her butt crack. "You must really like
sucking, don't you?" I felt her nod against my shoulder. "What do you
like about it? Do you like drinking the love juice?" I asked, honestly
curious.

I felt her shrug against me. "It's OK. Joseph doesn't make any, but you
make a lot."

"What else do you like about it?"

"Um...it's fun...and...you guys like it when I do it...and...it's like,
I'm in charge. And, like you said...it's for big girls." 

I broke the hug to look right into her bright blue eyes. "Wow, well, it
sure is. You suck like a big girl. No - you suck BETTER than ANY big
girl." Her face lit up in a pleased grin at this testimonial. "I bet
you suck better than ANYONE. I bet not even your mom can suck that
good."

Her mouth dropped open in shock. "My MOM does it?" 

"With DAD?" Joseph chimed in. "EWWWWWW!!!" they spoke together and
broke into giggles of childlike disgust at the very idea of their
parents doing what we'd been doing all last night and this morning.

"Yes, I bet your mom and ad do it. But remember, that doesn't mean you
can tell them that you do it. They would be REALLY mad if they found
out, right?" Both children nodded. "OK, let's dry off." I grabbed a
hand towel from the rack and wiped smeared cum off Rebecca's belly and
my own, then handed her a fluffy bath towel and took one for myself.
Wearing just our towels, I guided the children back to the living room.
I glanced at the clock to see that it was coming up on 11. Their
parents were due around 4 to take us all out to dinner, so there was
plenty of time to rest up - and I was still planning to complete
Rebecca's sexual initiation.

I put a Studio Ghibli DVD on and we settled down to watch. Joseph sat
sideways in the wing chair idly stroking his little wiener. I stretched
out on the couch with Rebecca sitting on my lap while I combed out her
hair, then I stripped the towels off us both and lay her down on her
back on top of me, her skin warm against mine. I wrapped my arms around
her, one hand on her chest and the other gently cupping her silky
little mound. I felt her breathing gradually slow and we all dozed
before the tv.

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