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Sorry for the quick repost - there were some stumbles and typos that I
failed to clean up. RF

This is an erotic story featuring 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.

Jenny's Couch, part 2 (Mgg, ped, mast, oral, cons, reluc, humil, bond)
by Rufus Fugit

Run? Shit? Go blind? Run? Shit? Go blind?

That was pretty much all that went through my head for those first
frozen seconds after I realized that eleven-year-old Karen had been
watching me diddle, eat out, ejaculate on, and bring her nine-year-old
sister, Renee, to her first orgasm as she lay pinned beneath me on the
sectional couch. Karen was gaping at the tableau of her little sister
lying naked and spent, nightgown at her chin, panties dangling from one
ankle, face glazed with my semen. And me, standing rooted to the spot,
my softened, cum-coated cock still hanging out of the fly of my boxer
shorts.

My mind was racing but going nowhere. All I could think was that in
seconds Karen would have the whole house in an uproar, and from then on
my day which had started so pleasantly would go rapidly downhill.

What to do? What to do? The best my whirling brain could come up with
was, "pretend like nothing's wrong" followed by "stall". Casually
tucking my peter back in my shorts (I hope it looked casual; I'd never
had to do it before under an eleven-year-old girl's horrified, bug-eyed
stare) I quickly crossed the room stood at the foot of the stairs
looking up at her. "Good morning, sweetie," I said, pitching my voice
at a whisper in the hopes she would respond in the same tone. There was
no response from the older girl; she was just as stunned as I was, I
guess. She just stood there in her yummy sushi pajamas, hands clapped
over her mouth, eyes locked on her sperm-smeared younger sister.

Not an optimal response, but it was still a few more seconds with her
not screaming at the top of her lungs. Take what you can get, my new
motto. I mounted the first couple of steps and reached up to lay my
hand on her thin shoulder. "Come and sit down with your sister and I'll
explain, OK?" 

My touch, though, seemed to rouse the girl from a trance. Her head
snapped around to look down at me, and her clear blue eyes were dark
and flashing with anger. One hand balled into a little fist as if she
were going to take a punch at me; the other pointed at me accusingly.
"You...you...you're RAPING her! You're raping my sister!" Throwing off
my hand, she dodged around me and ran, her waist-length dark blonde
hair flying, to throw herself onto the couch and seize her beloved
little sister in a fierce hug.

Oh shit. The situation was going south faster than Sherman's army
through Georgia. There was no screaming yet, but that's about all I
could say for it. I crossed back to the couch. Renee was submitting to
her older sister's hug but her little face looked puzzled as if she
didn't know what all the fuss was about. If I had any hope of getting
out of this with my balls intact, she had to be the key. 

I sat down behind Renee facing Karen, leaning forward but not touching
the girls. I pitched my voice low, above a whisper but quiet. "Honey, I
didn't rape your sister. We just did some stuff together, for fun. But
she asked me to. I'd never rape your sister, or rape anyone. Ask her
yourself."

Renee, bless her heart, piped up at this point. "What's 'rape'?" she
asked in the same low tone. She broke the hug and sat back between her
older sister and me. Her nightgown had fallen back down around her
waist but since her panties were still wrapped around one pretty ankle
her cunny was partly exposed, lips still red and irritated-looking from
their recent workout.

Karen looked from me to her sister and back, puzzlement replacing anger
on her face. Despite the direness of my situation I almost guffawed
when I realized that a shiny spot on her cheek was a smear of my own
cum rubbed off from Renee's face. Karen didn't look much like her
sister - she was tall and slim where Renee was short and stocky, her
skin golden where Renee's was more olive, her waist-length hair was
dark blond and fine where Renee's was brown and slightly wavy. Their
personalities were very different, too - Karen was more concerned with
her elementary-school social status, less independent and more
biddable, which made most adults think of her as a good girl. Although
looking at her, I could see that she was not completely a girl any
more. Tiny bumps just barely broke the plane of her loose pajama top
and there was the merest suggestion of a flare beginning at her slender
hips. Now she leaned forward and spoke earnestly, the words tumbling
out of her in a rush, "But he was touching your bathing suit parts!
They told us in Family Life class at church, bad men want to touch
girls under our bathing suits! And they would force us to undress!
And...and hurt us! And he was naked and his thing was...was...in your
face, and..."

"He didn't make me. I asked him. It felt good down here," Renee
interrupted, cupping her hand over her smooth vulva.

"See?" I said. "You know I love your sister, and I love you. Whatever
they told you in church, I'd never hurt you. I know it must've looked
scary, but I was just making her feel good. I was giving her tingles in
her private place. Haven't you ever touched yourself on your privates
before?"

"No!" the older girl shook her head vigorously, but she blushed bright
red at the same time. Interesting. Well, I'd come back to that. "Look,
even if she asked, grownups aren't supposed to touch kids that way! You
aren't supposed to take out your..." She paused, gathering her courage
to say the word, "penis!"

"Maybe that's true, but look - Renee asked me to. So if you tell on me,
you'll be telling on your sister too. You'll get me in terrible trouble
but Renee will be in trouble too. Is that what you want?"

"But...she's just little. She doesn't know!"

"But you don't know either. You don't know. If you've never touched
yourself down there, I mean." Karen started to reply, but then snapped
her mouth shut. "Look, just don't tell right now, OK? Please. I'll come
over after school one day this week and Renee and I will explain it all
to you, won't we, Renee? And if after that you still think I raped her
you can always tell then. If you don't tell now you can still tell
later but if you tell now and you get your sister in trouble and then
you decide you were wrong you can't undo it, can you?"

"Well...OK. But I can still tell!" But as soon as "OK" was out of her
mouth I was on my way to the kitchen. I wetted a hand towel and brought
it back. First, I gently wiped Renee's face clean of the now-flaking
glaze of sperm I had ejaculated onto her - was it less than 15 minutes
ago? - then I scrubbed at the hem of her nightgown. The spots of cum
hadn't yet dried and stained, but now there was a big damp patch all
across the bottom. The couch got the same treatment and thankfully the
result was much less visible. 

"Honey, you better go get dressed and put your nightie in the hamper,
OK?"

"OK!" The little girl bounced off the couch and scampered up the
stairs. I leaned towards Renee; she flinched slightly as I took her
chin in my hand, but all I did was gently wipe the towel across the
smear of cum on her cheek. But then I put my face close to hers,
hardening my expression and whispering fiercely, "You know what? I
think you're a liar." Her eyes widened and she tried to shake her head
but I tightened my grip on her chin. "I think you do so touch yourself.
I think you think it's wrong, but you do it anyway. Isn't that right?
Isn't it?"

The girl's eyes went wide and she blushed again. "N...no! I never...!"

I was almost certain I was right, and I began to think about how I
could leverage a bit of childish guilt into ensuring Karen's silence. I
released her with no further comment. It was full daylight now, and I
could hear Jenny and Rob starting to move around in the master suite
down the hall. I cast my eyes around the room and at the last second
spied a scrap of pink cloth on the floor in front of the staircase.
Renee had forgotten to pull her panties up in her haste, and had just
stepped right out of them. I quickly grabbed them and stuffed them down
the front of my own underwear, then set about dressing. Karen sat
silently on the couch, scowling.

True to my word, a couple of days later Renee and Karen found me
sitting on the porch when they walked up to the house after school.
Renee smiled and hugged me, but Karen hung back. I complimented the
older girl on her new eyeglasses, pink-tinted wire frames with little
oval lenses. I made the girls a snack while they changed into their
playclothes, matching cotton sundresses and sandals. I couldn't have
chosen better myself, and couldn't resist lecherous peeks down the
fronts of the loose garments as I put plates of apple slices in front
of them. Sure enough, I got a glimpse of two cute puffy pink knobs
poking out Karen's otherwise flat chest. They looked yummy, and I hoped
that before Jenny came home I'd be having a snack of my own.

Renee's dress had more growing room left in it so it hung more loosely
on her - I love that, it's so sexy when a little girl's top is too big
and hangs low enough that it comes close to exposing her nipples. I
could see clear down her front to her panties. Today's were blue. Which
reminded me... "I have something for you, Renee." I reached into my
knapsack and placed on the table the pair of pink panties she had
abandoned the other morning in her hurry to get dressed. "I hope you
don't mind, I've been masturbating into them a lot since I took them
home, but I washed them after." I'd been imagining saying that line to
the nine-year-old girl during the past two days as I stroked the thin
cotton over my boner. Before I finally threw them in the wash this
morning they were stiff and crusty and reeking of my cum. The lewdness
of the simple statement turned me on as much as my fantasy had; I was
already stiffening inside my loose cargo shorts.

"What's 'mas-tur-bat-ing'?" Renee asked, pronouncing the unfamiliar
word carefully.

"You know how I touched your private parts and made you feel good?" The
child nodded. "Well, if you touch yourself that way to feel good,
that's masturbating. Boys do it differently than girls. What I did, was
I wrapped your panties around my thingy and rubbed them up and down
until I felt good, and then I squirted into them."

"EWWW!" Karen looked revolted. "You squirted that...stuff...into them?!
Gross!"

"Hey, I said I washed them afterwards. They're clean - smell!" I
snatched up the underwear from the table and shoved the fabric under
the older girl's nose. She tried to turn her head away but I  grabbed
her face, pushing the panties' crotch into her nose and mouth. Renee
giggled at the sight of her older sister's eyes peering through the
legholes. I held Karen's head still just long enough for her to know
that she was helpless in my grasp, then dropped the panties back on the
tabletop.

"If that's what it's called, I mas-tur-bat-ed yesterday." Renee was a
straightforward little girl, and it really turned me on when she talked
so plainly about her newfound sexual pleasures. At age nine she hadn't
yet developed sexual hangups in the adult or adolescent manner; she
just knew what felt good and had no inhibitions about it.

I wanted to encourage that attitude as much as possible. "You did? You
figured that out all by yourself?" The little girl nodded. "Cool! I bet
that was fun. Everyone does it, you know. I do it, now you do it, your
big sister does it, don't you Karen?"

As I expected, the older girl tried to deny it. She blushed from the
roots of her blond hair almost down to her pretty little painted
toenails. "No, I don't!" she insisted, shaking her head.

"Aw, c'mon, Karen, you do too," I kept my tone light, not
confrontational. "You don't want to lie to your little sister, do you?
It's no big deal. There's nothing wrong with feeling good."

"But they said at church you shouldn't, that it was bad!"

"Well, maybe they're wrong at church. If they're right, then your
sister's bad too. Does that sound right to you?"

"But you made her!"

"You know that's not true, honey, Renee told you herself she asked me.
Isn't that right, Renee?" The younger girl nodded, fascinated by the
byplay between me and her sister. "And anyway, I wasn't even here
yesterday and she just told us she masturbated then. You can tell us,
we don't think you're bad. You do it, don't you? Don't you?"

Still blushing, Karen bowed her head. "...yes," she half-whispered.

I reached over and gave her a hug. "That's my good girl. It's always
better to be honest, isn't it?" I'd been giving a lot of thought to
this over the past two days. I needed to make sure that Karen wouldn't
tell what she saw, and I couldn't be certain that just not wanting to
get her sister in trouble would be enough, especially if at church
they'd been stuffing her head full of a bunch of sex-phobic nonsense -
or even worse for my purposes, a bunch of sense about watching out for
child molesters. I needed to put her in the position where she'd have a
secret to keep as well.

"Well, look, I promised I'd show you that there was nothing bad going
on so you wouldn't need to tell on us. You girls finish your snacks and
let's go in Renee's bedroom."

Renee was many things, but neat wasn't one of them. Pillows and stuffed
animals spilled off her unmade bed onto the floor. A tributary of dirty
laundry flowed out of her half-open closet door, joining with the river
of toys, books, shoes, school papers, and goodness knows what else.
With a few sweeps of my foot I cleared an area in front of the
full-length mirror hanging next to her closet. She had two child-sized
desk chairs, dark-painted with bentwood arms, and I set them in front
of the mirror, about three feet apart at a slight angle so that I could
sit on the floor at the apex of the shallow triangle they made. I had
the girls sit down; Renee sprawled casually but Karen sat hunched over,
her hands trapped between her knobby knees, radiating anxiety. As I sat
Indian-style I made no attempt to conceal how I adjusted my erection to
point down my leg. My long shorts covered it, but the bulge was plainly
visible to both children.

"Renee, I think first of all you should show me how you masturbated
yesterday. I need to make sure you're doing it right so you won't hurt
yourself."

"In front of Karen? Is that OK?"

"Yeah, it's OK. She needs to see that you like it and I'm not making
you; otherwise she still might tell."

The older girl was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. "No, it's
OK," she began, "I won't tell, I promise..."

I overrode her. "No, you have to watch this. You said I was raping
Renee. That was a mean thing to say to me, and I've got to prove that I
wasn't. So just sit quietly and watch." I turned back to the younger
girl. "Besides, she might even learn something about how to do it good.
Here, scoot forward so she can see." I reached out and wrapped my hands
around the nine-year-old's waist, pulling at her short sundress as she
slid forward so that it came free from under her butt. I bunched it up
around her waist, exposing her panties and a thin strip of her pudgy
belly. I grabbed her behind her knees and hoisted her legs up and over
the arms of the chair, spreading her wide. Her butt cheeks actually
raised off the chair seat a little so she was sitting on her spine.
With her hips canted forward, her belly baby fat was emphasized. Her
sandal-shod feet kicked a little bit as she wriggled a bit further
forward and adjusted her bare legs to hang over the chair more
comfortably.

Her panties were stretched tight, the bulge of her mound pressing out
at the top; below that, a taut  hollow where her lips were pulled apart
by her spread thighs. She looked good enough to eat - but class was
still in session; my after-school snack would have to wait a bit. "Just
do it like you did yesterday, sweetie," I encouraged. Renee held the
fingers of her right hand together and slightly cupped and began
rubbing little circles on her underwear just below her mound, pressing
the fabric into her slit. My cock lurched against my leg; making no
attempt to hide what I was doing, I had to reach down and give it a rub
through the fabric. The contrast between the surroundings, the
trappings of a normal third-grader's life made the girl's lewd display
of her crotch to her big sister and a grown man that much more
shocking. 

Before long Renee started to move her compact little butt, pushing into
her fingers as they circled more rapidly around her panty-covered baby
clit. Afternoon sunlight fell across her face, showing little beads of
sweat popping out on her forehead and upper lip. A small dark stain
appeared at the bottom of the crotch of her panties, slowly enlarging
as she worked the fabric into her slit with growing vigor.

I was spellbound watching the nine-year-old masturbate. She was rubbing
herself like a pro, especially considering that it was just two days
ago that I'd given her her first orgasm ever. She stopped rubbing now
just long enough to move her hand up and back down inside her panties.
Immediately her little fingers began working underneath the fabric.
After a few seconds, though, I reached out and took hold of her wrist.
"We can't see, honey," I said, drawing her hand up. The elastic snapped
back against her chubby belly. Her fingertips were wet with her
secretions. I pulled the damp gusset to one side with my other hand,
exposing her hairless cunny to the air. Her slit was pulled open, juice
leaking from the tiny vaginal opening at the bottom. At the top, her
delectable clit bud was just peeking out. I couldn't resist giving it a
little rub with my thumb. 

"Ooo!" Renee made a soft little exclamation of surprise and her butt
jumped and twitched at my touch. She resumed rubbing herself, her
little hand moving faster and faster. I looked over at her big sister
who was watching the lewd performance with consternation. I caught her
eye and ostentatiously sniffed my thumb then sucked it into my mouth.
The taste and smell of Renee's baby honey filled my senses. The older
girl's face showed puzzlement and a little disgust at my obvious
pleasure.

Renee was quickly approaching her peak. Her eyes were screwed shut, her
little lips pursed, her breath huffing raggedly in and out of her nose.
Her butt was now moving continuously, the tendons on her inner thighs
standing taut in relief as she wriggled around on the chair. Her
breathing and the "slish" of wet skin on skin as she pushed her clitty
back and forth were the only sounds in the room. Then she stiffened.
Her knees clamped down over the chair arms, her toes pointed straight
down. Her legs spasmed rhythmically, her butt jumping up and down above
the wooden seat. Her hand became a blur as she gasped loudly and
repeatedly in her high voice, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh....." Slowly her body
relaxed. Her feet came up as her knees straightened and she kicked them
a little, like any little girl might even though unlike any little girl
she made no move to hide her shiny, wet, hairless vagina from our view.
Her hand stilled, pressing her fingers firmly onto her baby clitoris.
Her eyes opened and a big smile spread across her face.

"Wow, you got there quick, didn't you?" I praised the little girl. "You
know, the more you do that, the easier it gets and the better it feels.
You should do it at least once a day, if you can, like at night after
you're in bed or whenever you're alone." I turned to the older girl.
"See? That's the same as you saw the other morning. She was having fun,
not hurting. You can see that now, right?" Karen reluctantly nodded.
She was obviously confused; she'd just seen her little sister whom she
loved doing something she'd been told was bad, yet the younger child
had obviously enjoyed it. Just as obviously Renee felt no shame about
it, sitting as she was with her legs spread wide, panties pulled to the
side and her hand now gently spreading her juices all over her lips and
mound. I could see her trying to work it out in her head - if it was ok
for little girls to do this, maybe it was ok for grownups to do it to
them as well? But if was ok, then the adults at church were wrong. But
they were adults, and teachers, and they'd always been right before.
But if they were right, then her little sister was bad. And around and
around. I felt sorry for her, her little head must have been spinning -
just the way I wanted it. "Now you've seen how Renee does it. Is that
the same as the way you do it?"

Again the fifth-grader blushed beet-red right down to the roots of her
blond hair. She wouldn't meet my eyes, looking instead at her hands
twisting in her lap. "...no," she mumbled, "I...use something,
and...it's different..."

Use something, did she? Hunched her pillow, maybe, or a favorite
stuffed animal. "Different how?"

"I never go, like...all stiff like she did..."

"Oh, dear," I put concern into my tone. "But that's the part that feels
best. If you're not getting that, you're definitely doing it wrong.
Tell you what," I said as if the idea had just occurred to me, "You
better show us how you do it. Go get what you use, and I'll see if I
can tell what you're doing wrong."

"..."

"What's that, dear?"

She hunched over, refusing to look at me, barely speaking above a
whisper. "I don't wanna..."

I slid closer to her, looking up at her and taking her chin in my hand,
forcing her to make eye contact. "Honey, you have to." I made my voice
firm at first, then slipped into a softer, wheedling tone. "Look, I'm
going to show you how to feel better. Your sister really enjoys
masturbating, and I bet you will, too, once I show you how to do it
right. Now, be a good girl. Go get what you use, and come back here. Go
on, now!" She was up and out of the room like a shot, just pleased to
be released from the bizarre situation and the disquieting view of her
little sister's bald, spread cunt. 

I was probably in the clear now, having so badly confused and upset her
that she wouldn't want to think about the situation or otherwise deal
with it any more, but it'd be better - as well as much more fun for me
- if she would submit to performing for me. If she did something
herself that she suspected was wrong, it was that much less likely
she'd ever bring it up with another adult.

Renee watched her sister bolt with a puzzled expression. "Why's she all
weird like that?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "She's probably just embarrassed that you know how to do
something she doesn't, even though you're littler."

"Do I haveta watch her? My cartoons are on."

"No, I guess not - but one thing." I grabbed at my cock where it made
an obvious outline on the leg of my shorts. "My thingy got all hard
watching you play with yourself." I gazed at her hairless spread lips,
nearly at eye level where I sat on the floor before her. "I wanna taste
you a little bit, OK?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "It's not gonna squirt on me again, is
it? I don't want to get all gooey."

"No, sweetie, I promise. I won't even take it out. I just want to lick
you a little, 'cause you taste so good. Come on, you'll like it. You
liked it before."

The little girl sighed, the picture of a child put upon by adults'
inexplicable requests. "I guess."

I took that as permission. Scooting over to her chair I cupped her
round little butt in my hands, sliding my fingers beneath her panties.
I used my thumbs to spread her moist, slippery lips even further and
lowered my face, pushing first my nose and then my tongue up the length
of her. Her smell was subtle but quite strong and it further inflamed
my lust.  My cock throbbed against my leg as I noisily slurped and
licked at her. She squirmed uncomfortably when I centered on her clit -
oversensitive from her recent workout, I supposed - so I just swirled
my tongue around it and up and down her bald labia, greedily lapping up
her juices and frankly slobbering on her. After a minute or two I sat
back up, pulled her panties back over to cover her beautiful vulva and
patted it gently. I licked my lips as I looked into her hazel eyes,
slurping the last of her essence into my mouth. "Yum, yum. Thanks,
sweetie!"

"Gross," she answered. "I pee from there."  But having done her duty,
she put her sandaled feet on the floor and stood to leave.

"Just one thing, sweetie," I stopped her. "You know how before, I had
to cover your mouth to keep you from making noise when you were feeling
so good?"

"It hurt some, too," she corrected me.

"Right, but my point is, I'm not going to cover Karen's mouth since
there's no one home but us. So don't worry if you hear her getting
loud, it just means she's feeling good. You go ahead and watch your
cartoons, and in a little while we'll be down and we'll get started on
your homework, OK?"

Again Renee leveled that unreadable gaze at me. Did she realize I was
being less than completely honest? Did she realize on some level that
her older sister might not entirely enjoy what I had planned for her?
She'd make a heck of a poker player one day. But all she said was "OK,"
and left. I heard her galumphing down the stairs just as Karen came
back into the room. She was looking at floor and her hands were held
behind her. 

"Did you bring your...thing?" I asked. She nodded, still not looking
up. "Well, let's see it." Reluctantly, she held out...oh ho! Clutched
in her little hand was her disposable electric toothbrush, decorated
with a smiling Winnie The Pooh. Shades of Harry Potter's vibrating
broom! I grinned at the fifth-grader, and she blushed yet again. "OK,
sit down and show me."

Karen sat. She kept her legs tightly together, though, smoothing her
little sundress down her lithe thighs as far as it would go. With her
head bent, her long hair fell forward to hide most of her face,
covering the humiliation and shame she felt. But nevertheless she
obeyed, switching on the toothbrush. She flinched a bit as the
vibrating whine filled her sister's bedroom. Slowly, she brought the
toothbrush down to her lap and pushed the end of the handle against the
top of her crotch though her sundress. She held it there for just a few
seconds, then with a little "oh!" she jerked it away. She repeated that
three times, never keeping the buzzing toothbrush in contact for more
than 10 seconds or so. "Karen, why do you keep taking it away?" I
asked.

"It feels weird...tingles, but, like, too much. I have to, or..."
Obviously she had no idea or what, but her privates were so sensitive
that even the beginnings of sexual arousal were overwhelming her.

"Here, let me help." I took the toothbrush from her hand and before she
could protest, pressed it firmly into her crotch, pushing the fabric of
her sundress down between her slender tanned thighs. After a few
seconds, though, she gasped and twisted away from me. "Karen, you have
to hold still," I told her firmly, and pushed the toothbrush back
against her. Again, after no more than 10 seconds she gasped and
twisted her legs around, breaking the contact. "Karen!"

"I can't!" she wailed. "It's too much!"

"Well, that's your problem. You have to be able to hold it there for
awhile for it to feel best. Here, I think I can help you. Sit forward a
little, and grab the arms of the chair. Yes, like that." As I spoke I
was reaching behind me into my knapsack for the items I brought just in
case - a handful of velcro ties. Each was about a foot long, a strip of
hooks and a strip of eyes stapled end-to-end. Before Karen had a chance
to even see them clearly, I wrapped one around her right wrist, binding
her arm to the chair. Just as she realized the one arm was immobilized,
I did the same to the other. 

"Hey!" Alarm spread across her face as she tugged futilely at her
wrists. She started to stand, taking the chair with her, but I quickly
stood myself and loomed over her, pushing her back down. With a deft
movement I tugged open the knots on her sundress' shoulder straps. As
they fell loose, I seized the bodice of the dress under her arms and
pulled it down, exposing  two perfect, cherry-sized swollen pubescent
nipples and a slender, vulnerable-looking torso several shades paler
than her shoulders below the tan line. 

That quickly, Karen was half-naked before me and her mouth dropped open
in shock as she realized it. "What are you doing? STOP! NO! LET ME GO!"
The girl tried to twist away but in raising her legs to kick at me she
played right into my hands. With her feet off the floor I was able to
pull her dress down over her butt, snagging her panties as well and
stripping her in one quick motion. The garments puddled around her
ankles and just like that her beautiful preteen body was nude before my
lustful gaze.

Karen lost control, thrashing and kicking out at me to keep me away.
Her glasses flew off her face and landed on some dirty laundry behind
her. She screamed wildly. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! HELP!" Without much
difficulty I was able to seize one skinny ankle and pull her leg up and
over her bound arm so that the crook of her knee pressed down just
below her elbow. With another tie, I secured her ankle to the chair
frame. It took a bit of doing to capture her other leg that she was now
kicking frantically. Her sandal flew off in the struggle but in a few
seconds both legs were bound. I paused to admire my handiwork.
Completely naked now except for one white sandal, spread wide and
utterly helpless, the little girl was sobbing in frustration, rage, and
fear, pulling against her bonds but unable to get any leverage. "NO!
NO! OH, NO! LET ME GOOOO! HELP! MOMMEEEE!" Hmm, one final touch, I
thought. I stepped around behind her and wrapped another velcro strip
around her neck. I put a half twist in it, then fastened it to the back
of the chair. It wasn't choking her, not by any means, but it was snug
and when she screamed she could feel it digging into the soft cords of
her neck.

I stepped back in front of her. Karen's face was mottled red now and
tracked with tears. Those beautiful puffy nipples were heaving. She
thrashed her lower body as much as she could with her legs bound up and
apart the way they were, twisting her stomach and her exposed little
pussy back and forth. As she continued to cry and pull against her
bonds I began gently stroking her shoulders, upper arms, and chest. I
brushed lightly over those succulent-looking nipples, savoring the
warm, rubbery feel of her young flesh. The intimate contact shocked
her. She stopped screaming for a moment. She drew in a breath as if to
resume, but then the fight seemed to go out of her. She went limp in
the chair and began blubbering helplessly. She bent her head and tears
spilled to splash on her naked abdomen.

I made soothing noises as I continued to fondle the crying child.
"Karen, it's OK, don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I
want to help you. I'm just going to show you how to masturbate so you
can feel good like Renee. We'll just do that and then I'll let you go.
It won't take long, but you have to stop crying first, OK? C'mon,
honey, don't cry." I cradled Karen's face in my hands, brushing some
order back into her long blond hair and tilting her head back to look
at me. The child made an effort to compose herself, stifling her sobs
into irregular sniveling punctuated by hiccups. I gently wiped away a
trail of snot from beneath one nostril. "Please," she begged, "please
let me go. I don't like this. I want to get dressed, pleeeease."

I almost came in my shorts; having the young girl so completely in my
power was an amazing erotic high. She sat in the chair, legs bent high
over her arms, pussy spread wide, totally helpless to prevent me from
doing whatever I wanted. Evil fantasies briefly flashed through my mind
- forcing my cock down her throat; choking her to near-unconsciousness
over and over; sticking hot needles into those delectable nipples and
licking up the blood as she shrieked in pain - but they were only
fantasies.  My goal was never to hurt her, just to break her free of
her fears and conditioning and liberate her nascent sexuality. Liberate
it, and focus it on me.

Karen's toothbrush still buzzed away on the floor where I had dropped
it. I sat down before her and picked it up. I was just about at
eye-level with her spread vulva and I pressed smiling Winnie right
along her slit. She inhaled sharply, shocked again into silence. I held
it against her for just a few seconds, watching her eyes widen. Her
cute little innie bellybutton winked at me as her abdominal muscles
tensed, and she gasped out a little "oh!" as I snatched it away,
mimicking her earlier actions.

I repeated this several times, taking the opportunity in between to
examine her lovely eleven-year-old cunny. I could see the family
resemblance to Renee in the little keyhole widening at the top of her
slit, but as she had entered puberty she was more developed than Renee.
There was a sparse fan of fine, almost colorless hair spreading from
the top of the slit across her smooth mound, and even finer peach fuzz
around the top of her outer lips. Her inner lips had begun to show;
they were far from the outfolded petals of a grown woman but definitely
visible as another line of flesh between the labia majora. The biggest
difference, though, was the delicate wrinkled bud of her clitoris. It
was quite large. Under my repeated applications of the vibrating
toothbrush it began to flush, standing out proud and growing even
larger. She began to lubricate and this also was different than her
sister, because there was a lot of it. Copious amounts of a creamy,
aromatic goo began to ooze between those tight inner lips, running down
to coat her anal pucker and dampen the chair seat. The toothbrush
handle became slick and shiny and I used it to spread the juice up to
her clit and around the outer lips.

Ten, twelve, fifteen times I pressed the improvised vibrator against
Karen's prominent clit and snatched it away. The timbre of her repeated
"oh!" changed, becoming tinged perhaps with a bit of frustration. Her
butt began to wriggle on the increasingly-slippery wooden seat; she was
starting to hump her nearly-bald pussy against the toothbrush,
straining to the limits of her bondage as I pulled it away each time.
Her brow was furrowed, eyes squinted half shut. She was panting now
instead of crying, her mouth half-open and the tip of her pretty pink
tongue sticking out of the corner.

After about twenty applications I felt she was ready. I laid the the
toothbrush base back against her slit but this time I didn't release
it. Instead I covered it with my palm and pushed fairly firmly, sliding
it up and down, feeling the vibrations work into her lips. The ridges
of Winnie the Pooh's molded figure rubbed over the delicate,
blood-swollen tissues. Karen's eyes popped open in surprise at the new
feelings and her little gasps got louder and louder.
"Oh!.....oh!......oh! oh! oh! OH! OH! OOH!" Her hips began to buck, and
the tendons in her thighs on either side of her cunny stood out as her
leg muscles flexed and relaxed. She would have been kicking her legs
just like Renee had, but with her ankles bound all she could do was
twist her little feet around - one bare, the other still shod - and
spread and curl her pretty toes. "OOH! OH! AAOOH!! AAAAOOWEEEE!" Her
voice rose to a near-shout - then a sharp shriek as her entire body
went rigid and she fell over the edge into her first real orgasm. I
felt her pussy spasm beneath my palm and slid the device upwards so it
rested directly on her clit. Then I could actually watch her inner lips
tighten and relax, giving me a surprising view of her inner passage.
Even more surprising was the way her immature pussy juice flooded out.
She was almost a squirter at just eleven years of age!

For a good thirty seconds Karen's butt bounced up and down as she
spasmed and strained against her bonds in pleasure now instead of fear.
More gasping little yips forced their way out of her throat as a
puddle, an actual puddle of her juvenile cunt cream spread on the
wooden seat. She strained upwards against all her bonds, even the tie
around her neck, turning a long groaning sigh into a choking rasp. Then
the preteen went limp; her head lolled back and her butt plopped down
onto the wet wood and slid forward.

"Gnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhh..." Karen sighed, slowly raising her head. I
reached up and stroked her forehead, gently brushing back her hair, the
strands dark with sweat. Blue eyes slowly swam back into focus as the
sexual flush faded from her face, neck, and upper chest. Her nipples
and clit were swollen and dark with blood. "Whhhhhaaa...?" It was as
much an exhalation as a question.

I smiled at Karen as I continued to caress her. "Wow, you had a good
one, didn't you? Now that's what masturbating should feel like. Way
better than the way you were doing, wasn't it?" The fifth grader nodded
dreamily, but then grimaced as she realized her ass was sliding around
in liquid on the wooden seat.

"Oh, geez...." She tried to crane her head forward but her neck was
still restrained by the velcro. Her hands and feet began to twist in
agitation, rubbing her wrists and ankles against their bindings. Her
face crumpled into an expression of disgust. "I...peed myself! Oh,
no..."

"No, honey, that's not pee. It's your girl juices. You made a whole lot
of it, that just means that you really really enjoyed yourself. Here,
you can see it's nothing like pee." I swiped my fingers through the
gooey liquid on the seat and held them up for her inspection. "Sniff!"
She tried to jerk her head away, but I smeared the juice under her nose
and across her cheeks and mouth. In fact, the room now smelled more
than faintly of her preteen pussy. The odor was different than Renee's
completely prepubescent juice. Karen was spicier, though nowhere near
as pungent as a mature adult. I looked at her drenched and still-oozing
cunny and my cock felt fit to burst from the realization that I had
coaxed this out of her somewhat against her will.

"OK, you said you'd let me go after you showed me how to masturbate.
You did, so now will you please untie meeeeEEEEEAHHH!" Her words ended
in a shriek as I switched the toothbrush back on and clapped it against
her swollen clitoris. "Noo! Noooah! Nuh! NUH! NUHHH!" Karen stiffened
again as if electrified and her ass slid back and forth in the mess she
had made, trying to wrench her oversensitive genitals away from the
now-torturous vibration.

"I will in a second, sweetie, but first - your hot little babycunt
looks good enough to EAT!" And so saying, I shoved my face into her
soaking slit, pushing my tongue up the length and slurping in a
generous portion of her warm love honey. It was delicious. With one
hand I kept the toothbrush pushed against her cunny while with the
other I reached up and tweaked those lovely red nipples, pulling and
pinching, rolling them between my fingers and thumb. The
eleven-year-old was yipping and gasping, begging incoherently - for
what, she probably didn't even know - as her body twisted this way and
that. I kept my mouth and the vibrator fastened to her nearly-hairless
cunny. I roughly rubbed Winnie against her clit while I slurped at her
lips and hole. Then I ran the toothbrush downward while I captured her
clit between my lips, sucking and trilling my tongue against it. Juices
gushed out of her, soaking my beard, mustache, nose and cheeks. My nose
and tongue thrilled to her most intimate flavors.

Within two minutes I felt her pussy spasm against my lips. Karen was
cumming again, but I did not relent. I kept up my mechanical, manual,
and oral assaults on her nipples and vulva, driving her to an ever
higher sexual peak. Her yips became moans, then whines, and finally
wild sobs as her immature nervous system was completely overloaded by
orgasmic sensation. Her clitoris palpably throbbed between my lips and
each flick of my tongue against it made her entire body jerk. Finally
she was too wrung out to even catch her breath; her crying became a
series of sobbing gulps.

I was gasping for breath myself. I stood suddenly and opened my shorts,
yanking out my burning stiff penis. I waved it before her glazed,
almost unseeing eyes, slapping it gently against her cheeks. She
focused, staring in terrible fascination as I pushed the angry dark
swollen head forward, pressing it lightly against her red lips. I
didn't intend to force it into her mouth and indeed I had no time. 
Rocking my hips backwards, I aimed at her chest, jerked at my organ
once, twice, and my cum surged out of me. I grunted like an animal as
each shot splashed against her flushed skin. She flinched as five hot
spurts landed on her, coating both nipples and running down to pool on
her lap, in her bellybutton, over her smooth mound and mingling with
her own cunt juice.

The last of my energy drained out of me with my semen. I milked the
last drops out of my organ, then pushed it back in the child's face.
She attempted to lean back away from it but I grabbed a handful of her
hair in my other hand and held her so I could wipe my cock on her and
smear sperm across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

I stepped around behind the chair and scooted it around so that Karen
was looking directly at her reflection in the full-length mirror. I
picked up her eyeglasses and gently fitted them back on her face. I
stooped down and put my lips at her ear. "Look at you," I whispered.
"You're a mess." And indeed she was. Her eyes were red and puffy from
crying. She was flushed and gasping from exertion. Her long hair was in
disarray, sweat matting strands to her forehead and neck. A big glob of
sperm was running down the side of her nose, and her chest and belly
were likewise dripping with my ejaculate. She stank of sweat. Her
thighs, ass, and crotch were completely soaked with her own juices, and
the puddle had actually overflowed the seat. Her skinny chest heaved as
she fought to catch her breath. Her cunny lips were an angry red and
noticeably inflamed. Her clitoris stood almost straight out from its
hood, swollen far beyond its normal size. Her body shuddered and jerked
erratically as little orgasmic aftershocks shot through her.

"What do you see, Karen?" I whispered. She shook her head vaguely, not
really capable yet of a rational response. I stroked her hair gently as
I continued. "I'll tell you what I see. I see a horny little girl. A
horny little girl with a hot little babycunt that just loooooooves
sex." I paused as I spoke to nibble at her delicate little ear. Each
time I did a quick shiver wracked her naked body. "There's nothing
wrong with that. What those fools at your church don't understand is
that God made our bodies, and He gave us these feelings. God wants you
to feel good. So you go ahead and play with your hot little babycunt
whenever you want. You masturbate every day, at least once a day. And
when you're sitting in church and they're telling you that sex is bad,
you can nod and pretend to agree, and act like a pure little virgin.
You can tell yourself this didn't feel good to you. You'll fool them,
and you may try to fool yourself, but you can't fool me. I know the
truth about you. God will know the truth about you. And deep down,
you'll know the truth about you, you and that hot little babycunt of
yours." I gently removed the velcro tie from Karen's neck and then
unbound her wrists and ankles as well. She was too exhausted to move,
though, and just sagged back in the chair. I lifted her knees gently
over the chair arms and placed her little feet back on the floor. "Now
you rest, and look at yourself, and think about what I said. I'll go
get a towel and clean you up." I left the room.

The dazed fifth grader stared at herself in the mirror for a minute,
taking in her disheveled hair, her nakedness, the semen and cunt juices
smeared all over her. Slowly, she scooted forward in the chair again,
spreading her legs wide. She reached her right hand down and gingerly
placed it on her soaked little cunny, gasping and half-closing her eyes
as her fingertips traced the reddened, abused tissues. She licked her
lips and swallowed and then, as her fingers slowly began circling
around her button she began speaking softly to herself. Her voice was
almost a sigh as she repeated over and over, "Touch my babycunt. Touch
my babycunt. Touch my babycunt..."

To be continued.

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special thanks to Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the loan of her yummy
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