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Jenny's Couch, part 1 (Mg, ped, mast, oral, cons, mild bondage) by
Rufus Fugit

I was spending the night on my sister-in-law's couch. Back then I was
living about two hours outside the city and we had spent the evening at
an unbearably tedious meeting of the board of a non-profit organization
we served on. Thanks to one board member in particular the meeting went
far longer than it should have; I spent most of that time fantasizing
about jamming a hardback copy of Robert's Rules of Order right up his
fat ass. With a jackhammer. By the time we got done it was pretty late
and Jenny (actually my brother's wife's brother's wife) offered me
crash space and I gratefully accepted.

I was happy to be spared the long drive home after dark, but I was
happier at the thought of spending a night in the same house with
Jenny's nine-year-old daughter, Renee. Despite the nominal nature of
our relationship, Jenny and I had become good friends and I had gotten
really close to her family. I had gotten especially close to Renee in
the four years I'd known her. It had taken her a while to warm up to me
but by the time she was six we were fast friends. By the time she was
seven we were something more, as I had begun "grooming" her, I guess is
the conventional phrase - first accidentally, but later as part of a
deliberately planned campaign.

It started two Thanksgivings ago. We had all eaten the holiday meal at
my brother's vacation home and stayed over the night. Friday morning I
was watching some cartoons when Renee bounced in and plopped herself in
my lap to join me. She was wearing panties and a sleeveless shorty
nightgown, probably last year's because the hem barely reached her
waist when she sat. The compact warmth of her, and the sweet scent of
her baby shampoo were somewhat arousing. I began gently stroking her
shoulders and arms and as she continued to seem completely absorbed in
the tv I gradually became bolder and reached up under her nightie to
stroke the smooth skin of her back up and down, tracing the outlines of
her shoulder blades. Nothing more than that happened, and after ten
minutes or so when someone called her from the kitchen to come have
some cereal her warm little butt left behind an uncomfortable boner.

There were a couple similar incidents over the next few months, but it
was shortly after her eighth birthday that my intentions changed from
taking opportunities to making them. Jenny's husband, Rob, and I had
taken Renee and her next oldest sibling, Karen, on an overnight trip -
there was a special exhibit of animatronic dinosaurs at a science
museum at the other end of the state, and the older girl was nuts for
them at that time. The girls' father worked second shift so he was used
to rising late and was the heaviest, soundest sleeper I've ever known.
We were all sharing a motel room. Rob and I had the beds and the girls
were on the floor in sleeping bags. They woke long before him and,
bored, climbed into my bed when I showed signs of wakefulness. Tickling
and a lot of muffled laughter and "shhh!"s ensued, but after Karen lost
interest and turned on the tv it turned into something more. Renee was
lying on her back next to me under the covers. Propped on one elbow, my
back shielding the motion from her sister, I began gently fondling her
chest, tweaking her tiny pink nipples and palming the little mounds of
baby fat that would one day be breasts. I pushed her nightie up around
her neck and spent half an hour or more lovingly touching every inch of
her exposed skin from her collarbone down to her knees. I wasn't bold
enough yet to reach underneath the elastic of her  yellow cotton
panties, but a couple of times I stroked over the top of them, even
laying a finger down the length of her slit and pressing gently.

Renee was a little fireplug of a girl. Not fat, not at all, but short
for her age and solidly built. She lay quiet beneath my unquestionably
improper touching, her eyes closed and a little half smile playing
across her face. Occasionally she would take a deep breath, hollowing
out her little girl belly and pushing her ribs into relief, and gust it
out in a soft sigh of pleasure. Her waist-length brown hair was draped
across the pillow in two braids, and as I lay next to her I noted two
tiny moles on her jawline, just below her delicate little left ear.
Those tiny moles now became my obsession, the sight of them
inextricably linked with the sense memory of the throbbing erection and
blue balls I carried around for the rest of that morning.

When I heard her father stirring in the other bed I leaned over and
whispered in her ear, "You're so pretty," and gently pressed my closed
lips to hers. Her hazel eyes opened and looked into mine, her
expression inscrutable. I couldn't tell what she thought about our
activities but she wasn't objecting.

From then on I managed to arrange my days so that at least a couple of
times a month I found myself in Jenny's neighborhood in the early
afternoon. Renee and Karen were latchkey kids; they walked home from
their elementary school and were on their own until Jenny got home
around 4:30. Jenny always seemed happy to see me; usually I'd be
helping the girls with their homework or nagging, uh, supervising them
as they cleaned up their rooms.  She might've been less happy if she
could've seen us earlier in the afternoon. When I got there I would
take Renee into her room on some pretext and close the door, and we
would engage in a game of rub-and-tickle, usually ending with me
fondling her immature titties as she lay giggling on her little bed.
The last time I'd been there, I heard Jenny's keys rattle in the front
door just as I had pressed my lips to her daughter's bluejean-clad
crotch, feeling the warmth of her little cunny through her Levi's. I
was up in a flash and had her bedroom door opened before her mom was in
the house, but I could feel the girl's impassive gaze following me the
rest of the afternoon.

Now I was making up my bed on the monster of a sectional couch in Jenny
and Rob's den as the household prepared for sleep around me. Renee was
the last to come in to say goodnight to me. As I pecked her on the
cheek I also whispered in her ear, "If you wake up early, come see me."
I knew that she typically awoke earlier than her parents or siblings.
Then I stripped down to my boxers and lay down, drifting off to sleep
with half a stiffy as I imagined what might happen come morning.

I woke in semidarkness; light filtered into the room from the
nightlight in the hall behind me. Standing before me was my darling
Renee, looking down at me with that same inscrutable gaze. Her hair was
in two braids again, a little mussed from sleep. She was wearing a blue
nightie with ribbon shoulder straps tied in bows; the fabric was thin
enough that I could see the paleness of her panties, just above eye
level where I lay. The nightie ended in frills at mid-thigh; beneath
that her legs and sturdy feet were bare. I smiled and reached out to
stroke the well-worn fabric covering her round tummy. "Hey. G'morning.
Do you want to snuggle?" She nodded, so I pulled back the blanket
covering me. The nine-year-old lay down, fitting her back against my
hairy chest. Her shampoo-scented scalp came right under my chin and her
round bubble butt pushed against my boxers. Immediately I could feel my
cock swelling against her.

I reached my arm around to hold her, but this time I went underneath
the hem of her nightie to gently caress the bare skin of her belly. She
inhaled at my touch and I gently traced the bottom of her ribcage,
moving my fingers around to tease in her bellybutton, then upwards to
trace the lines of her neck, her breastbone. Then I was palming her
little baby boobies. She didn't have real breasts yet but each tiny,
pink, pointy nipple rode atop a small mound of puppyfat. I circled them
in turn with my fingertips and lightly pinched and pulled them. 

I leaned over to kiss the child's ear and along her jawline as I
continued to fondle her. I could see her eyes were closed, face
relaxed. Without opening her eyes, just as I pressed my lips against
those two beautiful little moles, she said, "Do you want to kiss me all
over?" 

Her tone wasn't sultry or seductive, it was just a matter-of-fact
question asked out of a nine-year-old's honest curiosity, but I was
electrified. The pit of my stomach went hollow and my penis surged to
full hardness against the cheeks of her little butt. What to do? Even
giving her an honest answer would land me in a world of shit if she
told, never mind if I actually did anything. The butterflies in my
stomach gave way to cramps of fear as I briefly imagined Jenny and
Rob's reaction if Renee told them in that same matter-of-fact way that
Uncle had kissed her "all over". Still, what had I been leading up to
for the past two years, if not this?

All that went through my mind in a flash but it was my cock, or rather
the feel of it throbbing between Renee's pillowy butt cheeks, that made
the decision for me. I hugged her tight against me and breathed "Yes, I
would," into her delicate ear. "But you know grownups aren't supposed
to kiss little girls like that, don't you? If I did, you couldn't tell
anyone, not even Mommy or Daddy. That's a big secret for a little girl
like you to have to keep. Can you do that?" Renee didn't speak, but her
hair tickled my nose as she nodded. "Well, then, how about if I just
touch you all over first to see if you like it?" Again she nodded.

Here went nothing. Gentle pressure on Renee's hip rolled her on to her
stomach. She rested her cheek on her hands so she was looking directly
into my eyes. Starting at the backs of her bare knees I rubbed my hand
slowly upwards, again pushing under the hem of her nightie, over her
panty-clad butt. I felt the smooth, warm skin of her back, her bony
shoulder blades, then back down to those panties. I cupped a cheek,
then gently squeezed each of them in turn. "Oh, you have a nice little
butt," I told her. I turned my hand edge on so that my thumb was
pressing gently against her anus as I slid my fingers down between her
thighs, rubbing against her  panties and feeling the heat of her
immature cunny. I slowly sawed my hand back and forth like that  I
could feel her butt muscles clench. My fingers pushed into the fabric,
sliding it up and down a little bit against her slit. "Is that nice?" I
whispered. We were practically nose-to-nose, looking into each others'
eyes like lovers. Hers were hazel, the pupils big in the dim light. Her
nod was slight, but definite. She was enjoying this new intimate
touching.

Grasping her shoulders, I indicated that she should roll over onto her
back. She gazed up at me quietly as I ran my hands up her torso. I
tugged gently on her nightie and she arched her back so that I could
push the frilly hem all the way up to her chin. Except for her panties
she was now nude from breastbone to toes. I rested my head in the crook
of one elbow and let my other hand play all over her body, stroking her
breasts, her belly, her thighs. I lightly pinched her little nipples. I
palmed the lines of her ribs as her breathing deepened underneath my
touch and her eyelids drooped closed. I smoothed my hand over her
panties, tugging lightly on the little pink bow at their front. As I
rubbed my fingers down over her slit, I gently pushed her legs a little
apart. My penis was straining against the soft fabric of my flannel
boxer shorts, and I was able to rub it gently against her naked thigh.
I gripped the inside of that thigh, and moved my hand up and down,
pressing to increase the friction against me. The child size of her,
the warmth and heft of her little limbs, was incredibly arousing.

Now I was ready to move beyond where Renee and I had ever gone before.
As my palm slid back up I nudged my fingers beneath the elastic legband
of her panties. I stopped there, with my fingertips just underneath, no
more. "I'm going to go inside now. OK?" She opened her eyes and looked
at me and, after a small hesitation, nodded. Our gazes locked as I
gently pushed upwards, moving my hand up until my fingers touched the
crease between thigh and crotch. I traced along it then angled my hand
inwards until finally my fingers were touching the fleshy pad of her
labia majora. I stroked lightly over the smooth, hairless flesh,
watching my knuckles shift and bulge under the thin fabric. Renee's
eyes widened as she felt a man's touch on her for the first time. Her
mouth dropped slightly open and her breath gusted out in a soft sigh.

We stayed nose-to-nose like that as I continued feeling her lips and
her smooth mound for several minutes, moving my fingers up and down,
back and forth. I gently traced the cleft of her immature slit but made
no attempt to penetrate inside, not yet. Her skin was hot to the touch
and dampened with sweat as I played with her, but if she was
lubricating at all her nine-year-old vagina wasn't yet juicy enough to
leak. As I fondled the child, my penis strained and jumped against the
fabric of my underwear. Precum was flowing freely. I found myself
involuntarily hunching a growing wet spot against Renee's solid little
thigh, anything to increase the contact with the warmth of her body.

It could see in Renee's face how pleasure gradually overcame the new
strangeness of being fondled under her panties. Her expression relaxed,
her eyes half-closed and her breath again became deep and regular. She
made a soft, almost inaudible little sighing sound from the back of her
throat on each exhale. Her evident enjoyment, the smell of her baby
shampoo, the heat rising off her body, the forbidden eroticism of
knowing that only a thin layer of fabric separated my swollen cock from
a nearly-naked child, all combined to dissolve my shaky resolve to
proceed slowly and with caution. I withdrew my fingers from the leghole
of her panties and tugged at the waistband. "So, I think you like that,
huh? Ready for me to kiss on you?" I didn't really wait for an answer,
but Renee didn't resist in any way as I worked her panties down her
thighs. I left them at knee level for the moment and started to sit up.
I brought my hand up to my nose, inhaling deeply. My fingers were damp
with her sweat and carried the unique aroma of prepubescent cunt - not
musky and sharp like an adult woman, but still slightly pungent yet
sweet.

Renee watched me quizzically. "What're you doing?" she whispered.

"You smell good," I whispered back. "Here, sniff." I put my fingers
underneath her nose, tracing her delicate Cupid's bow and stroking her
lips. She sniffed, wrinkled her nose and shook her head slightly -
evidently she didn't agree with me. Without further comment I swung my
leg over her and sat back on my heels, straddling her where she lay
exposed on the couch. I gazed down at her. The little nine-year-old
looked pale and vulnerable beneath my adult form. Her hazel eyes
gleamed in the shadowy predawn half-light. She could not have failed to
notice how my erection tented out my boxers, though I didn't know what
she made of it. The ribbon straps of her pale blue nightie were loose
over her delicate shoulders, as the material and frilly hem were rucked
up at her armpits.  She rested her hands on her naked belly, making no
attempt to hide her nipples on their pads of baby fat; they rose and
fell gently with her breathing in the dim light. A fading pink pucker
across her waist showed where the elastic of her panties had been until
moments ago. Below that...ah! I sucked in a sharp breath as I really
beheld Renee's smooth, hairless vulva for the first time. Her mound was
prominent above two beautiful, perfect chubby lips. Her legs were
mostly closed, making a sharp crease outside of each lip at the
juncture of her thigh. The slit was quite open with even a little
keyhole widening at the very top but it was just a dark line in the 
dimness, with no sign of her clit hood showing. I couldn't resist
running my fingertips back over her, feeling the smooth, rubbery skin
of her mound, the way it gave beneath my touch, the warmth of it more
intense as I slid my hand down over the lips between her thighs, this
time pressing my middle finger into that open slit. I rubbed the length
of that finger up and down, up and down, going faster now, pressing
hard enough to separate the lips somewhat and this time feeling some
moisture, wetness from the hot core of her beginning to seep out. She
tried to move her legs apart but they were bound at the knees by her
panties.

"That feels...ah!" Renee gasped as my finger, stroking faster and more
roughly now, rubbed over the little bump of her baby clit, finally
coming out to play. "Ah...ah...stop!" Her voice was raising above a
whisper so I quickly complied, pulling my hand away from her
now-slippery crotch. Again I brought my fingers to my nose, wiping her
secretions on my nostrils and lips, and opening my mouth to suck them
clean. Oh, the smell and taste of a little girl's first cunt-juice!
Spicy, sweet, a bit acrid - the sensation shot straight from my nose
and mouth to my cock which strained and oozed precum in my boxers. The
feel of it rubbing against the damp fabric became almost too much to
bear.

I realized I was trembling, crouched above the preteen object of my
lust. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at my quizzically. "Here
come your kisses!" I whispered harshly and immediately swooped down on
her. I slid my knees back and lay down over her. Supporting most of my
weight on my elbows, I grabbed her wrists in my hands, pulling her
hands off her stomach and holding her arms up over her head, out of the
way. My mouth went directly to her undeveloped chest to capture a pink,
dime-sized nipple and suck it in enthusiastically. I sucked it, I
tongued it, I kissed it, I even nibbled at it gently with my teeth. The
child began to squirm and writhe beneath my aggressive oral attack. My
tool was wedged between her knees, just below her panties. Her calves
were pressing together and releasing, rubbing it through my boxers
which were now drenched and slippery with precum. That wonderful
friction just spurred me on - I transferred my attention to her other
nipple, repeating the attack with even more vigor. I captured it
between my teeth and pulled back, stretching the little bud an inch,
almost two inches, further, until it scraped free and snapped back.
Renee gave a little yip, of pain or pleasure at that point I couldn't
have said - or cared. I did it again. Another yip. Too loud. I shifted
my grip on her skinny wrists, capturing them both crossed above her
head in my right hand, and placed my left firmly over her mouth. Her
eyes were open wide now, not scared or angry yet, but a little wild.
"Shhh!" I said fiercely, then resumed my gentle torture of her little
nips. Her body was now tossing and wriggling in earnest, jerking each
time I bit down - not too hard, didn't want to leave marks - on a
nipple. She made little "mph!" noises behind my hand. She was trying to
kick her legs, but the weight of my hips and her binding panties
prevented it. She did manage to rub my boxers around until my rampant
penis poked out of the fly.

The sudden feel of naked skin against skin shocked me. I turned loose
of her nipple with a low groan and realized I was on the brink of going
too far, if I hadn't already. Gentling my oral ministrations, I started
kissing and tongueing Renee all over her heaving chest, licking up to
her armpits, the hollow of her fragile-looking throat, down to the line
of her ribcage and her heaving belly. Gradually her futile struggles
calmed and all the time I was watching her face. As I saw her eyes lose
their expression of strain and concern, I loosened and removed my hand
over her mouth. I didn't turn loose of her wrists, though - holding her
captive like that was turning me on something fierce, I realized.

With her mouth uncovered, Renee spoke - in a whisper, thankfully. "That
hurt a little. Please don't do that any more."

"Don't bite, you mean? Sorry. Just more kisses from here on, K?" The
girl nodded, perhaps a little uncertainly, but it was clear that for
the most part she was enjoying the tongue-bath I was giving her. As I
carried on licking and kissing all over her torso she was still
writhing gently - I realized she was pushing up her body against
wherever my lips traveled. She was tugging and twisting her wrists as
well, not really trying to get free so much as just testing the limits
of her manual bondage. 

I kissed down Renee's chest as far as I could while still holding her
arms fully extended above her head. It wasn't far enough, so I had to
perform a complicated bit of ballet. Without turning loose of her
wrists or interrupting the tongue-bath of her nipples, I swung my knee
over her and dismounted the couch. The head of my stalk bounced against
her thighs as I moved, sliming her smooth skin with my juice. I ended
up kneeling on the floor before her as she lay stretched out. I grabbed
her panties with my free hand, sliding them the rest of the way down
her legs. I pulled her near leg free of the underwear, then grasped the
far leg at the knee and lifted it up, pressing it against the back of
the couch. Pale pink panties dangled sexily from her ankle as she waved
her foot around in the air. Now her child cunt was exposed and
accessible to me.

When I leaned forward my cockhead dug into the couch fabric; I had to
pull back and flex my groin so the organ bounced upwards and I could
trap it flat between my body and the cushion. With my arm binding
Renee's wrists fully extended I could kiss my way down her abdomen,
just to the top of her mound. The lush smell of her immature pussy
again filled my nostrils. I slid my free hand up her thigh and used my
fingers to pry her lips apart and rapidly diddle at her little clit.
Her hips bucked against - or away from, I couldn't be sure - my rough
masturbation; the skin of her mound actually banged into my teeth a
couple of times. I dragged her wrists down from over her head so they
were crossed in front of her and pressed them down onto her abdomen so
that now both her hands and her body were somewhat restrained. She
could still move in response to my increasingly violent frigging into
her hairless slit, but not enough to escape my questing tongue and
lips.

And my arm no longer extended over the small girl's head, so I was free
to kiss my way down onto her labia. I took my finger off her clit and
again used my hand to pin her thigh up against the couch back, which
spread her slit open to me. I gently mouthed each lip in turn,
stretching it out a little, savoring the moist heat of the rubbery
flesh as it slid across my face. I swiped my tongue up one lip and down
the other, around and around, zeroing in on the slit until finally I
dug my stiffened tongue as far into her little keyhole as I could,
feeling for the stiff nubbin within. Renee had been struggling silently
throughout, but as I tasted her juice directly for the first time the
breath huffed out of her in a little "huhnnn!" Soft, panting moans
filled my ears as I pushed my tongue into her slit, sliding up and
down. She started struggling more energetically against me; in response
I pressed her thigh harder into the couch back, but I lifted the
pressure off her belly, instead just squeezing her crossed wrists
together in my grip. Her free leg tried to close but I dug the point of
my chin into the very top of her thigh and she was unable to press hard
against it.

For some minutes I continued to force rough cunnilingus on the helpless
child. She struggled continuously but I could tell she wasn't in pain,
just overwhelmed by the new sensations. Her mouth was free; with a
single shout she could have roused the house and brought our game to a
tragic (for me) finish. Instead, glances up at her face showed me that
her lips were pressed tightly together except when her breath puffed
out. Her eyes were screwed shut now and two little smudges of red were
visible on her chubby cheeks in the dim light. And while she was of
course no match for my adult strength it was clear Renee was not
struggling to the limit of hers. There's a certain comfort for children
in being lightly restrained; psychologically, they want adults to set
limits on them. Physically, babies respond well to swaddling,
moderately tight wraps that pin their arms and legs. Renee was far from
a baby but she was also far from a woman or even an adolescent. Either
way, on some level the restraint was, if not magnifying her newfound
sexual pleasure, at least not detracting from it.

Her cunny was now lubricating freely; her juices sheened the smooth
bald lips and smeared my cheeks, wetting my mustache and beard. The
flavor and aroma of the nine-year-old girl's first arousal was magical,
beyond intoxicating. I could've eaten her for hours, but approaching
dawn was brightening the windows and I could tell our time was getting
short. I had to finish her off - and finish myself off - pretty soon
now.

I hopped back up on the couch. But his time instead of kneeling
astraddle Renee's legs, I sat right down on her chest. I didn't put
anywhere near my full weight on her, but it was just like a child's
wrestling pin. I turned loose of her wrists but immediately pushed my
knees down on her upper arms. One thing, though, she'd never been
pinned by a child with a dripping stiff adult-sized hairy erection. My
cock waved right in front of her face, even slapping her on the chin a
couple of times as I settled into place, drooling little shiny splashes
of precum onto her. She stared at it, mesmerized, as it waved in the
air. The naked skin of her torso was warm against my backside and
thighs. With one hand I reached up to stroke her face and hair, feeling
the sweat beading on her delicate upper lip and her forehead. WIth the
other, I reached behind me and again shoved a finger into her hot,
tight slit, probing for the clitoris. The effect on her was immediate -
her struggles beneath me resumed and redoubled in force. As I mauled
her little button the flush on her cheeks began to spread down her neck
and onto her innocent pre-breasts. I added a second finger and my
thumb, stretching her bald cuntlips wide and gripping the flesh of her
now-exposed clit and hood. Her little huffing sighs quickly rose in
volume and pitch, to the point where I had to again cover her mouth.
Now I was frankly torturing the little pellet of flesh, pulling it to
the limit of its stretch and squeezing, pinching it against my
thumbnail, flicking it rapidly back and forth. Renee's eyes were wide
and glassy; her breath was hot and whistled rapidly in and out of her
snub nose against the edge of my palm. My hand was clamped hard over
her mouth and chin, my thumb squeezing her jaw shut. That muffled but
increasingly could not stifle her high-pitched little cries.

Her struggles became even more urgent below me and suddenly she
stiffened, shoving her naked chest up against me. A series of keening,
snuffling whines forced themselves through her nose and I could feel
her baby pussy clenching at my invading fingers in time with her
spasms. Renee was having her first orgasm at my hands! That knowledge,
the erotic feeling of her hot bare skin rubbing my scrotum through my
thin underpants, the feel of my cock bouncing and wiggling from her
motion, the smell and taste of her prepubescent juices still on my face
- it was all too much for me, and I felt my nuts draw tight to my body
as I started to ejaculate violently. I threw my head back and closed my
eyes, grunting as the first shot fired nearly straight up in the air
and fell to paint a rope of gooey semen from Renee's hair onto the
couch cushion over her head. I was consumed and paralyzed with pleasure
as more shots burned out of me, plopping onto her nose and cheeks, into
one eye, my hand where it covered her lower face, and then dribbling
onto the tangled mess of her nightie around her neck. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and yet not nearly long
enough, I came back to myself. No less than the child lying beneath me
I was panting and covered in sweat. My wilting cock was almost sore
from the force of my orgasm. I realized that both the fingers shoved
against Renee's baby clit and the hand clamped across her face were
squeezing her much too tightly, and I yanked both away. With her mouth
free, the child began panting, her chest trying to heave against my
weight. One eye was gummed completely with my hot spunk. Knowing how
much that could sting, I wiped it clear with my thumb, then absently
licked it and the back of my hand clean as I surveyed the rest of the
mess. Her forehead, cheeks, nose and hair were liberally painted with
sperm, but I was more worried about the blobs of it darkening her
nightgown and the couch fabric around her head. I'd have to get a damp
towel from the kitchen quickly to prevent my cum from drying into its
characteristic stains where Jenny would certainly notice it.

First, though, I had to make sure that Renee was OK with what had just
happened. She was starting to catch her breath in little gulps and
pants. I eased my knees off her forearms and she brought her hands to
her face, wiping at the globs of semen and smearing it into an even
sheen. Even exhausted as I was, the unintended sexiness of the gesture
made me catch my breath. She looked at her gummy hands in mild dismay,
then shifted her gaze to my softening penis where it rested, dribbling
slime between her pink nipples. "Your thingy squirted on me," she said
in a somewhat accusatory tone.

"Shh," I reminded her, bending my face down closer to hers. "Uh-huh.
That's what happens when a boy feels really good. Seeing you and
touching you and kissing you made me feel that way. Did you feel really
good, too?"

She thought about it for a minute, then whispered, "Yeah. It was weird,
but...you held me down. Yeah. I think I peed."

I reached behind me, brushing my fingers over her vulva and feeling the
cushion beneath her butt. "No, honey, you didn't pee. That's just the
good feeling girls get. I have to clean you up quick, now, before
people start waking up. You just rest here for a sec, I'm going to get
a towel from the kitchen." Without bothering to tuck my sticky penis
back into my boxers, I stood and started to turn...and froze. Standing
halfway up the front stairs was eleven-year-old Karen. She was staring
down at us, her hands covering her mouth and her blue eyes wide with
shock. It looked like she had been there for awhile.

Uh-oh.



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