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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.

   This and other stories available at
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   Jenny's Couch, part 16 (Mg, Mgg, mast, oral, anal, cons, reluc,
blasphemy, mindfucking) by Rufus Fugit

   Nine-year-old Renee, my friend, niece-by-two-degrees-of-marriage, and
sex partner, stood before me in the dim predawn.  The house was silent
except for the muted sussurus of the furnace, pervaded with the eerie
post-blizzard quiet after yesterday's snowfall.  A slice of sky was visible
through the patio door only as a slightly brighter slice of darkness over
the snowdrift that was piled most of the way up the glass.  The house had
cooled off considerably.  I was curled up on the giant sectional sofa.  The
air nipped at my nose but I was still warm enough in my briefs and
unbuttoned workshirt under the heavy quilt.  As for Renee, she stood with
her short arms wrapped tightly around herself.  Looking down at her little
feet I could see she was wearing white ankle socks.  Looking up from there,
I could see she was wearing nothing else.  Even in the dim orange light
from the hall nightlight I could see her dime-sized nipples were crinkled
and pointy and gooseflesh covered her arms.  She stood with one foot half
atop the other, her chubby thighs pressed together.  Her puffy, hairless
labia pooched out below her childishly rounded belly.  Her slit and the
little keyhole widening at the top was a darker shadow just at my
eye-level.

   "Where's your clothes, sweetie?" I looked up at the beautiful little
girl.  She frowned down at me, her long brown hair framing her face and
falling over her shoulders and down her back in loose waves.  She didn't
answer, just looked back with the poker face she had so weirdly perfected.
After a few seconds, I tried again.  "Wanna snuggle?" I lifted the edge of
the quilt I was huddled under.  Cold air played over my chest and bare
legs. She paused, then nodded.  I made an enfolding gesture with the
blanket to urge her on, and Renee put one knee on the couch cushion and
climbed up.  She rolled as she lay down, the cool smooth skin of her back
pressing against my hairy chest.  I loved the familiar feeling of her head
fitting beneath my chin, her butt pressing against my crotch.  My penis,
which had begun to stiffen at the first breathtaking sight of her, pulsed
harder between her cheeks.  Since she seemed disinclined to talk, I didn't
press her.  I wrapped my arm around her and gently stroked her cheek, her
pebble-hard nipples, down her stomach just to the top of her chubby mound,
and back up.

   We lay not speaking like that for several minutes as I continued to
slowly fondle the child.  I could feel Renee's skin warming as she breathed
deeply against me.  I thought she was falling asleep, but she spoke
quietly. "You gave Karen an orgasm last night."

   I remembered how she had scowled at her older sister's barely-repressed
sexual release.  "Not really..." I started to say, but she interrupted me,
speaking more forcefully.

   "You did too!  I saw her have an orgasm and you were touching her under
the blanket!  You always say, 'don't lie' but you did!"

   "Whoa, sweetie, whoa," I brushed the back of my hand over her cheek,
neck, and shoulder, feeling the tension in the childish muscles beneath her
smooth, olive skin.  "I was just starting to say, I didn't give her an
orgasm so much as she took one.  She took my hand and pressed it into her
cunny and she wouldn't let me go." I illustrated by sliding my right hand
down Renee's chubby belly to her own smooth little mound, and lower to
tickle her labia and her bald slit.  She shifted against me, opening her
thighs slightly and making a soft, wordless sound in her throat.  "I was
scared the whole time we were going to get caught, but she made me rub her
cunny until she orgasmed.  It's a good thing your Mommy and Daddy didn't
notice, isn't it?"

   "If they saw, then you wouldn't be allowed to come over any more."
Renee's intonation was somewhere between a statement and a question.

   "That's right.  You know we've talked about this.  Grownups and little
girls aren't supposed to be lovers, and Mommy and Daddy would be mad if
they knew.  They wouldn't let us see each other ever again.  I'd miss you
and Karen both so much if that happened, and I'd worry about Karen that she
wouldn't be able to learn how to be a good whore without me."

   "I don't care about Karen.  I'm tired of her dumb old whoring."

   "Okay, I don't think that's true.  I know you do care about your sister.
Remember back when you saw her masturbating at recess?  You told me she was
all sad and you wanted me to fix it.  You were worried then." As I spoke, I
continued gently stroking the length of Renee's body, up and down and
around her puppyfat nipples.  Even as they warmed the little pebbles
continued to erect at my touch.  As I passed my fingertips over her labia I
began gently working my finger between her fat outer lips, each time
pressing just a bit harder as I dragged gently upwards.  Each time she was
a little warmer, a little damper to the touch.  I pressed against the
emerging nub and she sighed, crooking her upper leg to open her slit and
allow me more complete access to her prepubescent charms.

   "But - ah!  - I'm your lover, not Karen!  She's just a dumb old whore!"
Renee repeated herself.

   "Your sister is not dumb!" I whispered forcefully.  "I love you Renee,
but that doesn't mean I don't love Karen, too.  And because I love you
both, I have to help you both when you need help.  Karen needs help to be a
good whore, or she's going to be sad all the time.  You understand that,
don't you?  You don't really want your sister to be sad her whole life, do
you?"

   Renee sighed in frustration as I easily tied her nine-year-old brain in
pretzel knots - not that I hadn't said anything that wasn't true, even if
much of it was seriously twisted.  She wriggled against my cloth-covered
penis, now stiffened to full mast, as my penetrating fingers teased
pleasure from her moist, sticky preteen cunny.  Her breathing had gotten
quicker and deeper, almost panting, "Karen's going to need help, and I'm
going to help her, and that's that." I continued.  "But there's no reason
for you to be jealous.  I'm not jealous that you put another man's cock in
your mouth, and I won't be jealous no matter how many other cocks you suck
on, because I know that we're lovers, no matter what.  Okay?"

   As I spoke I began assaulting Renee's baby clitoris directly.  The
little nub responded, standing up proud as I rubbed it gently.  The hot,
moist flesh felt exquisite sliding between my thumb and forefinger under
the quilt.  "OkaAAH!" Renee answered as pleasure fountained up from the
tiny bundle of nerve endings.  "Oooh, my cunt's tingling.  Oooh, keep
playing with my cunt.  Oooh, I want an orgasm." Renee had gotten well-used
to talking through her sexual feelings as I had trained her to; it was such
a great turn-on for me to hear her piping childish voice begging me to
molest her.

   Without ceasing my gentle masturbation of the child, I shifted awkwardly
so I could tug my briefs down with my other hand.  My cock sprang free and
slid between Renee's plump ass cheeks.  I sighed at the delicious feeling
of her cool, smooth skin against my hot organ.  I shifted again, and moved
myself down so the stalk popped up between her legs.  Renee giggled and
closed her thighs around it.  "Ahh, you made my cock really hard and hot,
sweetie," I whispered into her ear.  "Will you play with my cock now? 
Let's both play nice and gentle."

   The third-grader reached down between her legs and grasped my organ,
squeezing it lightly.  "What's the word for this time?" she giggled.  We
had made it a game for me to teach her a new slang term for penis every
time she played with mine.

   "Hmm," I pretended to think.  "How about 'boner'?  Please play with my
boner, Renee.  Please touch my boner."

   Precum was flowing freely, and she smoothed the slippery juice up and
down the shaft with her fingertips.  As she tugged at my rampant flesh she
pressed it over my fingers and against her own weeping baby slit.  She
wriggled more energetically as I made my first and second fingers into a
narrow vee and rubbed gently but firmly down either side of her clitty,
spreading her labia apart.  Her panting became little moans and her hand
clutched hard at my organ.  Still she managed to keep her voice down,
understanding the importance of quiet with her parents asleep just down the
hall.  "Ooo!  Ooo!  OooooOO!" Her small body stiffened then and she started
trembling all over.  My fingers were suddenly more damp and the sweet,
piquant scent of her preadolescent sex juices wafted up under the blanket.
Slowly the child relaxed against me, her eyes drifting closed and a gentle
smile playing over her face.  She heaved a deep sigh.

   My cock leaped in her little hand.  "Oh, you're so cute and sexy when
you have an orgasm, Renee.  I love you." I nibbled at her ear, and pressed
my lips against the two tiny moles on her jawline.  Renee lifted up the
quilt and looked down to watch her hand sliding gently up and down my
shaft. Her fingers didn't go completely around the veiny girth; she could
see where her wrist lay alongside that it was just about the same
thickness. The head was swollen and turning a darker purple as I felt the
barest beginnings of my cum beginning to rise.

   "I like your boner," Renee said.  "It's very hot.  I'm rubbing your
boner faster now." Suiting word to deed, the third-grader began tugging on
it more rapidly, pulling the loose skin up over the circumcised head and
letting it slip back through her slimed fingers.

   "Oh...wait...stop.  Stop, Renee," I gasped out.  "I'm getting too close
to squirting.  Where are we going to put the squirt?"

   Renee obeyed, resting her hand still against the shaft and just
squeezing gently.  "You can put it in my mouth," she offered.

   "I don't know.  I haven't cum in a while.  I think there'll be a lot of
it.  Do you want to swallow a great big load?"

   "Like that man on Hallowe'en?  Nuh-uh, that's way too much."

   "Well, we can't make a mess here.  If I squirt onto the couch or the
blanket, everyone will know you're playing with my penis.  Mmmm," I hummed
as the child gently twisted her hand around the head of my cock.  I was
getting perilously close, but if felt so good.  "What if I squirt it all on
to you, sort of like the very first time we did it, and then you can go
clean up?"

   "No, that's gross.  Wait, I know!" And before I could respond, Renee
threw the blanket off, bounced off the couch and scampered naked up the
stairs.  I stared bemusedly after her, feeling the cool air playing around
my stalk where her warm hand had just rested.  She was gone for three of
four minutes.  Then she reappeared at the top of the stairs, pulling her
older sister along by her hand.

   Karen was wearing plain white pajamas, a simple sleeveless top that
bared her cute bellybutton, and thin pants that came to mid-calf.  The
eleven-year-old was not an early riser like her sister and she looked
barely awake as she stumbled down the stairs behind Renee.  Her straight
blond hair tumbled loose around her face and over her bare shoulders.  Even
in the dim light her eyes were squinted with sleep.

   Renee had a plan.  She tugged Karen to stand in front of the couch and
left her there for the moment.  Then the naked little girl grabbed the
quilt and pulled it off me.  My penis bounced and swelled in the cool air.
She stroked it for a second with her small hand, murmuring "Nice boner,
good boner," like it was a favorite pet or something.  But then she grabbed
my arm and pulled me up to a sitting position.  Once I was upright, she
stepped in front of me and grabbed my bare thighs.  "Scoot forward!" she
instructed, and I obeyed.  She tried to lever my legs open but I was bound
by my underwear.  The waistband was stretched just below my scrotum; she
pulled them down and off me.  I was now naked except for my unbuttoned
shirt, sitting slouched with my butt on the very edge of the couch cushion.


   Renee turned and pulled her older sister forward to stand between my
spread legs.  She stepped behind her and put her hands on the taller girl's
shoulders and pressed until Karen sat down on her knees.  Karen seemed to
be more than half-asleep, letting herself be manipulated into position
without resistance.  Once she was kneeling in front of me, Renee pushed the
older girl's head forward until her nose bumped against my erect penis.  I
reached down and wiggled the stalk with my hand, slapping it against her
face and forehead.  Karen made no response as shiny smears of precum
splashed onto her skin, just sat with her eyes mostly closed.  Her perky,
cherry-sized nipples poked twin points against the thin fabric of her top.

   Now Renee had everything in place except, apparently, for the crowning
glory: herself.  She clambered up onto the couch and sat herself on my
abdomen, spreading her legs wide.  She scooted forwards, pressing her
swollen, slightly reddened labia against my shaft.  Then she wrapped both
hands around it and declared, "Look, I have a penis!" I guffawed as she
waved it back and forth in front of Karen's face.  She mimicked my action,
bopping the older girl on the forehead and cheeks with the stalk.  "Karen,
I want you to suck my penis!" she announced.  But Karen made no move to
comply, in fact, she seemed not to've heard, just sat there with her eyes
closed and my throbbing cock resting along the side of her nose.
Renee was insistent, though.  She leaned forward - her puffy labia
spreading around my cock as her warm ass pressed against my abdomen - and
grabbed a handful of Karen's unruly blond hair.  "Karen!" she whispered

sharply.  "Suck my penis, whore!"

   The sight of Renee fisting my cock in her little hand like it was her
own, and calling her big sister out of her name like that was almost enough
to make me shoot right there.  My heart raced with the bizarre eroticism of
the situation.  My breath rasped in my throat as I watched over the
third-grader's naked shoulders.  Karen's eyes jerked open in surprise when
Renee pulled her hair, and for the first time she seemed to take in the
situation.  But she didn't protest or try to pull away.  She just leaned
forward and opened her mouth and obediently slid the purple, swollen head
of my erection between her generous lips.

   "Oh, damn," I gasped as Karen's cheeks hollowed and with a wet, sloppy,
slurping sound she sucked in my cock down to where Renee's little fist held
it angled at her face.  It was the loudest sound in the room since I had
awoken.  I felt her tongue sliding along the underside, pushing my tool
around inside her exquisitely hot, wet, eleven-year-old mouth.  She pulled
off, dragging her teeth ever-so-lightly along the length of the shaft, and
then her cheeks puffed out as she plunged back down, tonguing as she went.
"Oooooh," I breathed out again as the incredible sensations of being
fellated by the pretty blond fifth-grader shot through me.

   Renee was giggling softly, continuously, as she watched her sister suck
on "her" penis.  She wriggled her naked body back against my chest and her
long, wavy brown hair brushed over my supersensitive skin.  Karen's eyes
had drifted half-closed again.  She looked almost in a trance as her lips
moved up and down on the veiny shaft that appeared to sprout from her
little sister's naked lap.  She was leaning forward, palms flat on the
carpet, legs splayed froglike with her butt on the floor.  The neckline of
her top gapped open and as she moved I caught tantalizing glimpses of her
naked chest.  I half-expected Renee to rap her on the forehead and command
her to "look in my eyes when you suck me, whore!" as I once had, back when
I had first introduced Karen to fellatio.  I remembered her crouched dazed
and naked in the parking lot of her elementary school, overwhelmed with the
fantasy of being revealed to all her classmates and teachers as a sex
pervert.  I remembered the way her round blue eyes had pleaded with me as I
held the back of her neck and gently pushed my penis into her mouth for the
very first time.  But Renee just kept giggling.

   And before long the sensations and the memories were too much for me to
hold back.  I felt myself tense.  "Here it comes," I choked out and then my
legs stiffened and I rose up on my toes and arched my back forward against
the couch and I fired the first heavy shot of ejaculate at the back of the
preteen's throat.  "UH!  UH!  UUUUH!" I grunted with each spasm, eyes
screwed tight shut against the almost unendurable pleasure.  I heard and
felt Karen swallowing repeatedly as I shuddered through my orgasm.  I had
spoken truly to Renee; it had been quite a few days since I had last cum
and my load was heavy and thick.

   Finally, I was spent.  I slumped back against the couch.  Renee fell
back against me, still giggling, her back cool against my sweaty chest.  As
my eyes slowly refocused I saw Karen sitting in the same position, eyes
still half-closed, mussed hair falling forward to frame her face.  She let
her lips slacken and my wilting penis slid out of her mouth.  Her chin was
covered with thick, gooey globs of semen.  And there she sat, not moving
except for the way her shoulders heaved with her deep, even breathing.

   I rolled sideways, spilling Renee off my lap and onto her back, and
pressing my body on top of her much smaller form.  She spread her legs
wide, wrapping them around my stomach and linking her heels high on my back
as I bent down and kissed at her lips.  "That was a really good idea,
Renee," I praised her.  "You made Karen suck my boner - our boner," I
chuckled, "really well.  But I have to talk to Karen now.  You just stay
quiet and watch, okay?"

   "Okay," she agreed, nodding as her long hair fanned out across the
cushion.  As I swung my legs over and stood, she rolled on to her side and
propped up her head on her elbow.  Her other hand crept down to her bald
crotch and she pressed her fingers lightly against her flushed, swollen
labia, rubbing slow circles on the damp skin.  After a few seconds, she
reached over and tugged the quilt over her lower body, leaving her round
belly and chest exposed to the cool air.

   I knelt down beside Karen, just watching her breathe for a moment.  I
reached out and very gently gathered her hair back over her shoulders so I
could see her face and so she wouldn't get cum smeared in it before
breakfast.  She was leaning further forward now, resting her head against
the edge of the couch.  "Karen," I whispered in her ear.  "Karen, why did
you make me touch your babycunt last night?"

   For a moment I thought the child wasn't going to answer.  But after a
few seconds she took a breath and whispered back, "My babycunt was sooooo
hot.  I needed an orgasm." Her voice was flat and slow, like she was not
quite awake.  As she spoke I could see a single string of cum still
clinging between her beautiful red lips.  Her cheeks were rosy in the pale,
growing dawn light.

   "But why right in front of Mommy and Daddy like that?  Don't you know
they could've seen us?" Karen nodded her head against the couch.  "Do you
know how much trouble we would've been in?" Again, a nod.  "Then why?"

   The child simply repeated, "My babycunt was sooooo hot."

   "Yes, but why was it so hot last night?" I insisted.  "Haven't you been
fucking since I saw you last?" I sort of blew into her delicate ear as I
whispered the harsh swear word, and I thrilled to see a small shudder pass
through the child's thin shoulders.  She shook her head once, rolling her
forehead side to side against the cushion.  "Well, ok, have you at least
been masturbating?" Again, Karen shook her head but said nothing.  "Well,
why not?" I demanded.  "Karen, we talked about this a long time ago. 
There's nothing wrong with a hot babycunt.  It's natural, especially for a
whore like you.  And it's natural to play with it or fuck when it gets hot,
and then you feel better.  Why haven't you been doing anything?" I loved
talking to Karen like this, speaking so casually and brutally about her
most personal feelings.  It turned me on immensely to emphasize to Karen
just how thoroughly I understood her out-of-control sexuality.  Of course I
understood it.  I had caused it.  I had found a naive eleven-year-old, just
discovering the pleasures of her body's nascent sexual response and turned
her childish guilt at being caught diddling herself into an engine that
devoured everything in its path, to the point that within weeks the
formerly innocent girl was parading herself drunk and naked before
strangers, fucking anonymous teenagers and sucking their cocks for money,
having sex with me on command and proudly referring to herself as "a total
whore".

   "Why not?" I insisted.  Karen said nothing, just slowly shook her head.
But then tears welled up beneath her closed lids and spilled down her
cheeks.  I stroked a comforting hand down her back, then up under her short
pajama top, tracing the knobs of her spine.  She shuddered at my touch, and
the tears dripped onto the carpet.  Finally, she spoke in a choked, breathy
whisper.

   "I...I don't want to be a whore." Before I could speak she stumbled on.
"It's, it's too hard.  It's too much.  My...cunt is hot all the time.  In
school, in church, when I go to bed...I can't think of anything else, I
can't make it stop.  I wanted to ask a boy to fuck me but I was scared he'd
tell and...it's just too much.  I just want it to stop.  I want it to
stop!" She was sobbing quietly now, her cum-smeared chin wobbling as she
spoke.  "I prayed to God to make me not a whore.  I promised Him, I
promised I'd stop touching myself if he'd just make me not a whore, and so
I didn't touch my cunt for almost three weeks, almost three weeks until
last night, but then I...I...I just had to..."

   Apparently there had been a little backsliding since the last time I had
seen Karen.  "You asked God to make you not a whore?" I asked.  The child
nodded miserably.  I made my voice stern and low.  "Karen, I'm terribly
disappointed in you.  Didn't we talk about this before?  Didn't we?" She
sobbed harder, but nodded her head slightly.  "God made you a whore on
purpose, Karen, because He knows what's best for you.  Don't they tell you
that in church?  God knows what's best for us?" She nodded again.  Tears
continued to flow down her face.  Her eyelashes were matted and wet.  Her
nose was starting to run.  "Well, there you have it.  And you prayed NOT to
be a whore?  What a terrible thing to do." I spoke softly but implacably.
"It's like if I gave you a present and you threw it back in my face. 
Except, you're doing that to God.  Is that really what you want to do?  Is
it?" The poor girl barely managed to choke out a "no" and then she was
crying full out.  I pulled her to me in a hug, both to offer her comfort
and to muffle the sound of her bawling.  Her spermy chin smeared into my
chest hair.  I held her and rocked her against me and stroked her hair
gently, inhaling her warmth and her scent, and she gradually calmed.

   I kissed her on the top of her head.  "I have a present for you, Karen.
I didn't know when I bought it how much you would need it, but I'm glad you
told me how confused you are, because this will help you." I gently
untangled myself from the child, placing her back squatting on the carpet
as she had been.  I reached behind me to my backpack under the coffee
table, and rooted around, feeling for the two objects that were clearly not
work-related.

   I placed the first one in her hand.  It was a small statuette, less than
5 inches tall, of a swaddled infant with a beatific smile.  The wrappings
flowed down into a flat base so it could stand unassisted.  Karen ran her
fingers over the cool silicone, turning it over and around and examining it
carefully.  "It's...Jesus?" she asked, looking questioningly at me.

   "That's right," I said, "It's the baby Jesus.  But it's a special Jesus,
just for you, just to help you."

   "How?"

   "I'm going to show you right now.  Hold out your hand." As I spoke I
uncapped the other item I'd fished out of my pack, a tube of Astroglide,
and I squirted a large dollop of the clear gel into Karen's hand.  "Rub
that all over Jesus, Karen.  Get him nice and slippery." Obediently, Karen
closed the statuette in her hand to spread the clear goo over it.  I
chuckled to myself as she felt the familiar shape in her hand and I saw the
dawning realization in her eyes.  I took Jesus from her suddenly nerveless
grasp.  I pressed my hand between her shoulderblades, gently pushing her
forehead back down against the couch, and leaned over to speak in her ear.
"Now, take down your pajama bottoms for me, Karen.  Just a little bit."

   Karen turned her head to look at me and I saw the realization turn to
fear in her wide blue eyes.  "No," she whimpered, "please, no, I don't
want..."

   I cut her off.  "Are you rejecting my gift?  Karen, are you going to
turn back both a gift from me AND a gift from God at the same time?  Is
that really what you want to do?  Is that what a friend would do?"

   "No..." she repeated, but I couldn't tell if she was refusing or
answering me, and I don't think she knew either.

   "Do as I tell you, Karen," I insisted softly.  Tears welled in the
fifth-grader's blue eyes again, spilling diagonally down her face as she
laid her cheek against the cushion.  But slowly, her hands crept to the
waistband of her thin pajama bottoms and she pulled them down in back,
baring her pale, smooth ass to me.  Her knees were bent, feet splayed out
on either side as she crouched.  Her butt was just barely off the carpet,
but it was enough.

   The light had risen while we had talked, and the part of the glass patio
doors not covered by the snowdrift was now fairly bright.  I could see down
Karen's ass crack quite well.  I leaned over and laid my face next to hers,
resting my cheek on the edge of the couch cushion.  I took the Baby Jesus
Butt Plug in my right hand and slid the tip of it down between her cheeks,
probing for her anus.  She whimpered softly and shivered at the feel of the
cool, lubricated silicone.  "Shhhh..." I whispered, and brushed my lips
ever so slightly across hers as I pushed and twisted.

   Karen groaned as she felt the butt plug pressing at her asshole.  She
clenched and her body tensed, but I patiently worked it back and forth,
rotating it gently, until with a sigh of surrender she relaxed and I
penetrated her ass.  I pushed steadily and the plug slid in, seating with
the narrow bit just stretching her sphincter and the wide base pressing
against the tender skin of her behind.  I twisted it slowly and the child
grunted softly as she felt the sculpted ridges of the face and swaddling
moving against her rectum.  It was just like Hallowe'en - she felt full
back there, like she had to poop, and a dull, burning pain that slowly
faded as her pubescent body accustomed itself to the invader.  And just
like Hallowe'en, the movement sent little ripples and shocks through her
abdomen, becoming just the slightest of tingles in her aching clitoris. 
Slight, at first, but then growing stronger.  "Noooo," Karen moaned,
softly, despairingly, as she felt her oversensitive sex betraying her yet
again.  She writhed, trying to find some way to remove the friction from
her preteen clitty.

   "Oh, yes," I contradicted her.  "That's just what you want, Karen. 
That's God's gift to you.  Don't reject it, pray for it.  Pray to God now,
Karen." As I spoke I grasped the butt plug's base firmly and began working
it more vigorously in and out against her sphincter as I twisted it.  "Pray
to God, say, 'God, fuck my ass'," I instructed her.

   Karen was weeping again, weeping with frustration and anger, weeping at
the way her body had betrayed her and now (I had convinced her) God had
betrayed her.  But she obeyed.  In a choked, hoarse voice, she whispered,
"God, fuck my ass." She repeated it at my command, interspersed with little
grunts and moans as I worked the plug harder and harder.  "God, fuck my
ass. God, fuck my ass.  Oh, God, ow, fuck my ass, ow, ow." Her eyes were
red and swollen and her face was tracked with tears and snot.  But as she
groaned and whimpered through the continuing anal violation, I saw her hips
start to move, her thighs tensing and relaxing.  And then her right hand
stole tentatively, reluctantly to her belly and down, sliding under the
stretched waistband of her bottoms, down to her crotch.

   Karen lifted up a little to ease her access.  I could tell exactly the
moment that her fingers slid down over her sparse tuft of pubic hair and
touched her swelling clitoris.  Her eyes widened, almost in fear, and her
breath caught in her throat.  "Thaaat's it," I crooned and quickly,
lightly, kissed her cheek.  "Goood girl, you know what to do now, touch
your little pussy, rub it and make yourself feel good, God wants you to
feel sooo goood..." I trailed off as Karen's skinny wrist started to move
rhythmically up and down, up and down, and she started to rock herself on
her thighs to meet the motion.  I moved around behind her, pressing gently
on the small of her back with one hand as I kept the other busy twisting
and pistoning the butt plug.

   Karen's whimpers gradually became sighs and then soft moans of pleasure.
She began turning her head back and forth.  Then she gasped loudly and I
heard the familiar squishing, sliding sound of her finger pushing into her
preteen vagina.  She paused for a second to adjust to the double
penetration, then began to fingerbang herself with increasing vigor until
she was bouncing up and down on the carpet, moaning and crying out softly,
still chanting "God, fuck my ass!  God, God, God!" until her entire body
went rigid and her voice rose in pitch to a pinched breathy squeak.  She
shivered from head to toe as spasms of pleasure tore through her, radiating
from her clit and her penetrated vagina.  They filled her with a dark,
terrible light that - just for a moment - blotted out the fear, the anger,
the despair, leaving just the pleasure behind.

   The child shuddered and went limp, collapsing forward against the couch.
I drew a shaky breath myself.  I realized I was sweating again and my cock
was iron-hard, pressing against my briefs.  Watching Karen surrender
herself to her demons - demons that I had created - left me aching for
release.  But there was no time to indulge myself.  The morning was getting
too far advanced, and Jenny and Rob would be awakening soon.  I sat back on
my heels and looked around.

   As intense as the experience had been for Karen and for me, for Renee it
was apparently more of the same, just more of her big sister's "dumb old
whoring" - she was asleep on the couch, mouth open, little titty peaks
pointing at the sky, snoring ever so slightly as her nude chest rose and
fell.  I reached up and gently tweaked one tiny nipple.  "Hey, kiddo," I
said.  "Time to wake up." She opened her eyes and looked up at me.  "Why
don't you go on back to your room and get dressed?  I have to help Karen
clean up, then we'll all make breakfast.  Would you like to learn how to
make pancakes and surprise Mommy and Daddy?" She nodded vigorously and,
going from zero to fireball in her characteristic nothing flat, threw off
the quilt and headed for the stairs at a dead run.  The ankle socks that
were still her only garment flashed in the growing daylight.

   It was almost full morning, I realized.  Time to get moving.  I hitched
up Karen's PJs and lifted her to her feet.  She was dazed, unresisting in
her afterglow.  Her right hand was still down the front of her pants, and a
dark stain was spreading across the crotch.  I guided her up the stairs to
the children's shared bathroom, where I stripped her PJ bottoms from her. I
pressed the soaked crotch to my face, inhaling her sweaty scent.  It was so
delicious, I couldn't resist sucking some of the drenched fabric into my
mouth and letting her thick cream coat my tongue.

   Karen stared down at me blankly, digging her toes into the fluffy rug,
naked from the waist down.  Her vulva was shiny, the inner lips smeared
with cream and more prominent than the last time I had seen her nude.  Her
thighs were streaked with wetness.  Her sparse, downy pubes were matted
with her secretions.  Her clitty was dark with blood and swollen, standing
out.  I blew gently across it once and saw it throb visibly in response.

   "Get down on your knees, honey," I said kindly.  I pushed her forward
until her head rested on the floor as well, then guided her hand back to
feel where the butt plug's base protruded from her ass.  I wrapped her
fingers around it.  "Now, pull on it gently, Karen.  Pull on it, and at the
same time push with your butt muscles like you're trying to poop." She
obeyed, groaning as she tugged.  Her sphincter expanded and stretched and
slowly, the plug slid out of her ass.  "Good job!" I praised her.  Then I
showed her how to wash it off with soap and warm water.  I told her how
important it was to keep clean so that she wouldn't get an infection from
using it.  "Now, Karen, I want to see you put it back in your butt, because
I want you to be able to use it when I'm not here."

   At that, the fifth-grader balked slightly.  "But...I don't...I mean, it
only works when you help, help me..." She trailed off, blushing furiously.
Even after months of conditioning her to believe that it was perfectly
proper for me to guide her through ever-wilder sexual adventures, she still
sensed on some level that it was deeply wrong.

   "That's the point, Karen.  You have to learn how to do it yourself, so
you can have orgasms on your own that will keep you happy.  Now, bend over,
just like that." I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pushed, so
she bent from the waist.  I put my hand over hers holding the instrument
and guided it back behind her.  "Pry your cheeks apart with the other hand,
good.  Now, push.  Push!" And again, the young girl groaned as she felt her
anus violated, this time by her own efforts.  Fortunately she was still
loose enough back there for it to slide in unlubed.

   "Good girl!" I beamed at her.  She straightened up, wincing slightly,
and I kissed her on the cheek.  "Okay, I want you to take it out and clean
it again, and then you can get dressed.  Here's the thing, though - I want
you to use it on Sunday when you go to church."

   "No!" she gasped, horrified at the idea of sitting through the long
service, the sermon, then Sunday School, surrounded by the pastor and lay
leaders and all her friends there, with her rectum stretched and her clitty
thrumming.

   "Yes," I insisted.  "You're going to wear it every Sunday until I'm
convinced you're really ready to accept God's plan for you." Still, she
shook her head, so I continued, "Karen, you have to.  Please trust me,
it'll be better before long.  I want you to be happy being a whore like God
made you, and this is the only way.  So you have to do it.  Understand? 
You have to.  Now, tell me what you are."

   The sun had risen on a clear day.  The storm was gone and out the
bathroom window, Karen could see a landscape covered in brilliant white.  A
sunbeam warmed her bare legs as she looked up at me.  Her chin trembled a
bit, but she knew she had to say it.  "I'm a whore.  I'm a whore like God
made me."

   "Good girl, good girl." I pulled the child into a hug and held her hard
against me, holding her secure for just those few, precious seconds.  "Now,
do you know how to cook bacon?" She nodded.  "Great!  Come on downstairs
when you're dressed, and you and me and your sister are going to make a
surprise breakfast for Mommy and Daddy!" I bent down and kissed her on the
top of her tousled head.  As I closed the bathroom door, I saw her bending
down and reaching back to grab at the butt plug.

   To be continued...

   *************

   The Baby Jesus Butt Plug is a real item, though I have no doubt the
folks at http://divine-interventions.com/ would be horrified to see the use
I've put their fine product to.

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