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Subject: {ASSM} Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 19 (Mggg, gg, ped, mast, tg, oral, exhib) by Rufus Fugit
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Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 19 (Mggg, gg, ped, mast, tg, 
oral, exhib) by Rufus Fugit

"Lilah's only seven, Karen," I said. "I think that's too little to be a whore."

"No it isn't," Karen insisted. The sixth-grader tossed her head for emphasis, 
making her waist-length golden blond hair shimmer in the overhead track lighting 
of the Daubersteins' living room. "Moira started whoring when she was only 
seven!"

Karen's ten-year-old sister piped up from where she was curled up on the carpet. 
I'd thought she was absorbed in her book. "Yeah, but she ended up being all 
mean, 'cause maybe she didn't really want to be a whore and so she's mad at 
herself and it makes her be mean." Which was not a bad summary of the discussion 
we had had two summers ago after seeing Moira abuse the older girl. I was 
impressed.

"Karen, what makes you think Lilah's a whore? You haven't told her she is, have 
you?" A worse thought occurred to me. "You haven't told her YOU'RE a whore, have 
you?"

"No!" Karen was emphatic. "'Cause if I'm wrong, she might tell." Her eyes looked 
momentarily worried behind the lenses of her pink-framed glasses. Even though 
the twelve-year-old had been eagerly prostituting herself for over a year, even 
though she took perverse pride in the lust her preteen body could inspire in 
adult men and the money she earned, shame still bloomed in her chest when she 
thought of her secret exposed. It was more that than fear of the practical 
consequences, which I don't think she yet fully grasped.

I asked, "Then how do you know?" and was amused to see the blush creep anew over 
Karen's fair complexion.

"She likes it when I...I mean..." She dropped her eyes and finished in a rush, 
"She has a hot babycunt like mine! I mean, not like mine, she's only little, but 
once I showed her she's always asking now..." She stuttered to a stop again, 
unwilling to go into specifics.

"Okay, well, why don't you ask her to show us?" It popped out almost before I 
realized what I was saying, and then my stomach went hollow and my penis 
twitched as my brain caught up with my mouth. Lilah was a beautiful child, 
delicate and energetic. I had admired her lithe form many times as she gamboled 
around the yard with Karen. Could I get to see more than those skinny limbs? "If 
she doesn't want to do anything with other people then she probably isn't a 
whore, but if she does, maybe she is."

"She's listening, you know," Renee piped up from behind her book. And sure 
enough, there was a shock of white-blond hair and one blue eye peering around 
the corner from the kitchen.

"Lilah, honey, it's okay, you're not in trouble," I repeated. When the little 
girl didn't move, I nudged Karen with my elbow. She went and walked Lilah back 
out into the living room with her hands on the child's shoulders. Lilah's eyes 
were fixed on her toes. She didn't really know me and her shyness was completely 
normal. Her hands were anxiously twisting the hem of her tshirt, incidentally 
exposing flashes of a lovely flat tummy and a cute outie bellybutton. I wanted 
to nibble on it.

Karen brushed Lilah's hair back behind her ear, then bent and spoke softly to 
her. "Lilah, why don't you do your special dance for us?"

Lilah's eyes widened behind her glasses and she jerked her head around to look 
at Karen. "But...you said it's a secret!"

"It is, but it's okay. Renee and my uncle know all my secrets. They'll never 
tell. And I bet they'd like to see your dance. Wouldn't you like to show them? I 
know you like to show me, but it'll be even more fun with more people."

Lilah was completely still except for her hands twisting her tshirt. Finally she 
spoke almost too softly to hear. "Oooo...kay..."

"Great! Come on, I'll help you get ready." And Karen took Lilah's wrist in her 
hand and led the seven-year-old past me and up the stairs to, I presumed, her 
bedroom.

I had no idea what was coming next but I was pretty sure I was going to like it. 
Renee, on the other hand, was sulking behind her book. Even stretched out with 
her back propped against one sleeping bag and her knees over the other, her body 
language radiated annoyance. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay? But this isn't my fault." 
While completely true, that mollified the ten-year-old not one bit. I got down 
on my knees next to her. "Renee, look at me." I had to actually take her book 
out of her hands, and was rewarded with a glare. "I know you don't want to be 
here, but I need your help. _Karen_ needs your help." That got her attention. 
"Maybe Lilah is a whore, maybe she isn't. But either way we have to make sure 
that she doesn't tell."

"Tell what?"

"I think Karen's been doing sex games with her. If Lilah tells her daddy, or 
anyone, Karen will be in terrible trouble. Like, grownup, going-to-prison kind 
of trouble. She'd get taken away and you might not see her ever again. And 
wherever she went they wouldn't let her go whoring, ever, and she'd be terribly 
sad." 


My words wiped the sulk right off Renee's round face. She sat up straight and I 
had her complete attention. "What do we do?"

"For now, we just try to make it really really fun for Lilah. If she has a good 
time she won't tattle. And if she does sex things because she wants to, not 
because someone made her, then if she tells she's telling on herself, and she 
won't want to do that. Understand?"

Renee thought about this. It was amazing, one of the best things about being 
with children, you get to watch them figuring stuff out for the first time. You 
can see the pieces falling into place in their little brains. And then they can 
totally surprise you. Like she did now. "That's what you did with Karen, isn't 
it? I mean, way back before she even knew she was a whore, when she saw us 
playing on the couch? You got her to play too, and she liked it, and then she 
didn't want to tell?"

I knew there was a lot going on behind the child's reserve, but this blew my 
mind. I swept her up in a hug and surged to my feet, staggering a little - she 
was getting heavy - and swinging her around with our chests pressed together. 
"You are so fucking smart, it's scary!" She giggled at my f-bomb, then laughed 
outright as I peppered her round face with kisses. She shrieked as I licked 
under her chin and pushed her hands against my shoulders, trying to wriggle out 
of my grasp. As her body moved against mine, I felt something hard against my 
belly. "You're wearing it, aren't you?" Quickly I set Renee on her feet and then 
plunged my hand into the elastic waistband of her jeans. Sure enough, I 
encountered molded latex sticking out of the top of her panties. "That's great! 
You're so pretty with your penis on!" Renee's eyes sparkled at my praise and she 
broke into a rare grin.

Just then we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I took my hand out of 
Renee's pants and turned to see Karen carrying a small boombox in one hand and 
leading Lilah with the other. Karen put down the radio, grabbed Lilah under her 
arms, and boosted her up to stand on the coffee table.

I swallowed hard. Lilah had changed into a one-piece swimsuit. The background 
was navy and sky blue in a design that vaguely suggested vines and leaves, 
overlaid with pink and white hibiscus blossoms. There was pink piping around the 
neckline and armholes. Like most suits for young children it was made with room 
to grow. Since Lilah was taller and thinner than most, the neckline gapped open 
a bit and the armholes revealed a generous amount of pale, smooth back. There 
were pink ties on her hips and gathers where they had been pulled snug. The suit 
hugged her thin body. She was completely prepubescent: her chest was flat 
without even the beginnings of breast buds, her belly was smooth and a bit 
rounded. But she had the slightest hint of a waistline and her spine curved out 
into a lovely tight butt. In front the bulge of her mons was prominent between 
her skinny legs. She was still barefoot, still wearing her anklet beads and 
wristlets. Her skin was pale and smooth, arms and legs firm with good muscle 
tone but little definition. Her finger- and toenails were cut short, clean and 
free of polish. Standing on the low coffee table she was still shorter than me 
and she looked up at me with an uncertain smile.

"Okay," Karen said brightly, "Lilah's going to do her special dance for us!" She 
switched on the CD player to some awful tween pop, then plopped down in the 
center of the loveseat, patting the cushions to either side of her. Obediently 
Renee and I sat and all three of us looked up expectantly at the scantily-clad 
seven-year-old standing before us. "Go on, sweetie," Karen coaxed her. "Just 
like you do for me."

And Lilah started to dance. Sort of. She was clearly nervous and at first just 
shuffled her feet on the table while moving her arms vaguely in rhythm with the 
sort-of music. I glanced to my left; Karen was looking up at the child intently, 
her lips moving silently and her hands twitching as if she were conducting an 
orchestra instead of a seven-year-old.

But it didn't take long for Lilah to relax. She stopped glancing anxiously from 
Karen to me to Renee and instead looked at the wall over our heads. Her smile 
got less forced and her movements more energetic, if not much more graceful. She 
began to swivel her straight hips and move her head to the music. Her shortish 
hair swung back and forth. Stepping higher she rotated in a slow circle, pushing 
her little butt towards us as she turned. I made an involuntary sound in my 
throat and shifted on the cushion as my penis began to thicken and stretch. The 
innocence of the display made it all the more erotic.

As the first song ended I glanced over at my nieces. Renee was sitting with an 
attitude of polite attention, but next to me Karen's eyes were avid. Her full 
lips were slightly parted and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her 
cheekbones.

The next song was about the same tempo as the first and equally painful to 
listen to, but Lilah obviously liked it. She began half-singing as she danced 
harder, but she was a little out of breath and hilariously off-key. I didn't 
mind one bit. She put her arms up over her head and did a passable bump and 
grind, her belly undulating and her smooth mound straining at the fabric of her 
suit. Beneath the pubic ridge the fabric was flat and stretched taut, concealing 
her tiny sex.

Karen was mouthing something at Lilah and nodding encouragement. Lilah hesitated 
and her smile faltered slightly. Her dancing became mere swaying in place as she 
grasped the bow knots at her hips and, tugging first on one and then the other, 
gradually undid them. As the pink yarn fell loose, she ran her fingertips under 
the elastic of the legholes and loosened it. Now as she danced and moved her 
hips around the fabric at her crotch swung free. It was no longer pulled tight 
and afforded tantalizing glimpses through the leg holes of a beautiful, smooth 
vulva with a tight slit.

I was so intent on that pretty cunny that at first I didn't notice Lilah 
continuing to strip. She dropped one shoulder and began working the strap over 
her arm. With a coy, obviously rehearsed expression, she exposed one tiny, flat, 
dime-sized nipple for just an instant, then covered up again. She repeated the 
action on the other side. In another minute she had the suit pushed down below 
her bellybutton, almost to her hipbones, and her torso was completely bare. Her 
feet thumped on the table now as she hopped back and forth, turning around to 
show the sweep of her narrow back, the knobs of her spine and two deep dimples 
just above where the suit still mostly covered her butt. She had completely lost 
her self-consciousness and was grinning widely and waving her arms in the air as 
she exposed herself to two older children and an adult man.

I couldn't stand it any more. My penis pressed insistently against my jeans and 
I was more and more deliciously uncomfortable as the half-nude second grader 
gyrated before me. Without thinking I popped the button on my jeans and slid 
down the zipper. All I had to do was shift my weight on the couch and my rampant 
erection poked out of the open fly of my boxers. And at that second the song 
ended.

"WHAT'S THAT?!" Lilah shrieked. The seven-year-old froze, arms akimbo. I looked 
up to see her staring, mouth open and round-eyed, at my tool sprouting from its 
dark nest of pubic hair. The purpling head was shiny and a string of precum 
slowly drooled down to the couch cushion. Oops.

"That's his penis," Karen said matter-of-factly. "You remember, I told you, boys 
have one. It's their fun-touching place, instead of a babycunt like you and me. 
Now come here!" She grabbed at the drooping crotch of Lilah's suit and pulled. 
Laughing, the little girl fell into her lap. Karen's hands were all over her 
bare skin. Lilah was ticklish and she thrashed and shrieked with laughter. 
Meanwhile, Karen was efficiently working the swimsuit down and off her shaking 
legs. In just a few moments we had a laughing, wriggling, skinny, naked 
seven-year-old sharing the loveseat with us.

Karen rolled over and slid off the cushion at the same time so that she ended up 
on her knees between Lilah's spread legs. I looked down at her naked body lying 
on the couch. Karen was stroking her fingertips up and down the length of her 
body and down her legs, and I couldn't resist joining her. I spread my fingers 
on her flat chest, completely spanning the space between her tiny nipples. I 
rubbed in circles, then back and forth, and I saw goosebumps raise on her arms 
and felt one little nip erect beneath my palm.

But Lilah's head was turned and her eyes were glued to my hardon waving in the 
air. "You can touch it," I said, and when she made no move I took her right hand 
in mine and gently wrapped it around the shaft. Her touch was light and 
tentative but incredibly arousing.

"It's hot," he said half to herself. Then I grunted softly as she squeezed a 
little. "And it's hard," Her fingers trailed down to the base of the shaft and 
tangled in my pubes. "And you're all hairy," she giggled.

The sight and sensation of being masturbated by a naked seven-year-old was 
pretty sweet. I was panting a little already. "You want to see something cool?" 
I managed to keep my tone light. "Renee, show her yours." Renee was startled at 
my request, but I gave her a look to remind her of our plan and with no further 
urging she raised her butt off the seat and shimmied her jeans down to her 
knees, dragging her panties with them. Her strapon, larger than my real thing 
and looking even larger compared with her ten-year-old body, sprang free.

Lilah's mouth dropped open again. "Karen!" she exclaimed, "Why does your sister 
have a penis? I thought only boys had a penis! Is she a boy?"

"No, silly," Karen laughed, "She's a girl and she has a babycunt just like you 
and me. But she also has a fake wiener and she likes to put it on and pretend 
it's a real one. It's just rubber. Feel," And she took Lilah's other hand and 
wrapped it around the dildo. The sight was awesome: a naked seven-year-old 
sprawled on the couch, legs spread and a cock in each hand. Lilah rolled her 
head from side to side, squeezing my penis and Renee's in turn. Meanwhile I 
continued fondling her, massaging the muscles of her belly, tickling her 
underarms, running a finger over her prominent, hairless mound.

Then Lilah tensed and arched her back. "Ahhhahaha!" She made a noise between a 
strangled sigh and a laugh, and then kept laughing as Karen dropped her head 
between the little girl's widely spread thighs and licked the length of her 
slit. With her mouth opened wide I could see a couple of gaps where her 
permanent teeth were yet to grow in. Lilah's little fist twisted my boner and 
Renee's in her other hand, and her nude torso moved from side to side. Karen 
used her thumbs to gently pry Lilah's labia open, exposing a shiny pink slit and 
a compact clit hood which swelled as Karen slurped at it until a tiny, pointed 
bud peeked out. Lilah was ticklish but was obviously also feeling some kind of 
immature sexual pleasure as Karen's cunnilingus got more vigorous. 


Lilah's giggles and sighs rose and fell as Karen's agile tongue covered the 
child's cunt with saliva. She twisted back and forth on the couch, obviously 
enjoying herself, but she didn't seem to build to any kind of climax. I guess 
she was too young to cum. Meanwhile, I saw Karen reach underneath her own skirt 
with one hand, and a second later I heard the wet sound of penetration and she 
groaned into Lilah's immature pussy.

We stayed like that for several minutes with me fondling Lilah's body, Karen 
feasting on her baby sex and the little girl yanking on the penises filling both 
her hands. Fortunately she had no idea what she was doing and so while I enjoyed 
the hell out of it I was nowhere near my own climax. As for Renee, she watched 
her big sister intently, darting occasional glances at Lilah's laughing face. 
Finally, the little girl's giggles turned to gasps and short whines of 
discomfort. She let go of my tumescent shaft and pushed Karen's head away. 
"Enough, that's all!" she panted. Karen stopped and sat back. Her lips and chin 
were shiny, her hair mussed, and her glasses were slightly askew. She took 
Lilah's small hand in hers, the one that wasn't buried in her own cunt, and 
smiled at her. I looked from one child to the other, seeing almost identical 
blissed-out expressions on their faces. 


I brushed Lilah's hair off her damp forehead. "Wow, that was fun!" I said to her 
enthusiastically. "You're a great dancer, and you're really really pretty naked! 
Did you like that?" Lilah struggled to sit up, nodding violently. 


Renee chimed in. "Yeah, I thought only big girls liked being naked, but you're 
really grown-up, aren't you? You're cool!" Maybe she was laying it on a little 
thick, but she understood the game we were playing.

Lilah glowed from the praise. Whatever shyness she had initially felt was gone 
as she slumped spread-eagled between us. The fact that she had no idea how her 
lewd display affected me made it that much more arousing. "Yes," she said, and I 
realized for the first time that she had a slight lisp. "Karen showed me how 
fun-touching works, and now I like to play with my babycunt a lot! But after a 
while it needs to rest." She started to reach for her swimsuit where Karen had 
tossed it on the coffee table, but I stopped her.

"You know what?" I said, as if I had just had the idea. "You look so pretty 
naked, I think you should just stay naked all night! Then when your babycunt 
wants more fun there won't be any clothes in the way. Wouldn't that be great?" 
Renee played along, nodding vigorously. Karen looked at me, and broke into a 
smile.

"I dunno..." Lilah seemed uncertain again, and drew up one leg like she wanted 
to cover herself.

"No, it's a great idea," I said. "Karen goes naked at home a lot, don't you, 
Karen? In fact she likes to go naked outside sometimes, too. Pretty girls should 
be naked all the time, I think." Well, if her idolized babysitter did it that 
was good enough for Lilah. She sat up and drew up one knee, resting her elbow on 
it. Her other hand went to her lap, gently stroking her little mound.

"Are you guys hungry?" I asked. "How about pizza for dinner?"

"Yay, pizza!" three voices chorused. I took out my phone and dialed. While we 
waited for the delivery, Lilah wanted to know more about Karen going naked 
outside. "Oh, she likes for everyone to see her body. I bet she'd go to school 
naked if she wouldn't get in trouble for it, wouldn't you Karen?" Karen blushed 
and dropped her eyes. She blushed even harder when I continued, "Why, one 
Hallowe'en she even went trick-or-treating naked! Tell her about that, Karen, go 
ahead."

Karen's flush was almost nuclear as she recalled that evening. It had been the 
first time I had forced her to expose her body to strangers. In fact she had had 
a lot of firsts that night: it was the first time she actually prostituted 
herself to anyone besides me, her first experience with an anal vibrator, first 
double-penetration, first gangbang. And of course her first piercing, when Nate 
and I had without warning shoved wires through her  Cupid's bow to give her 
whiskers. I knew some of those memories were less than completely pleasant, but 
as Karen launched into an edited description of the evening I couldn't tell if 
she was purposely leaving out the more extreme bits of the story so as not to 
alarm Lilah or if she had genuinely repressed those parts and only remembered 
the pleasure.

"First we went to see Mister Nate, he's a grownup and a really good artist and 
he painted on my body so no one could see I was naked. It was awesome, I looked 
like a leopard. And that would have cost a whole lot of money but Mister Nate 
liked my babycunt so much that instead he just wanted to play with it for awhile 
and that was fun, too. Then I had a tail, except since I was naked there was 
only one way for it to stay on, can you guess how?" Wide-eyed, Lilah shook her 
head. "It went up my butt!" Karen laughed and clapped her hands. "And it wiggled 
inside me so the tail would move like it was real," she demonstrated by waving 
her arm back and forth, "And the wiggling in my butt made my babycunt stay all 
warm and juicy even though it was kind of chilly. And then we went and got 
candy, it was awesome, nobody could tell but I kept thinking, 'I'm naked! Look 
at me!' and my babycunt got hotter and hotter until finally I couldn't do it any 
more because I was too hot, and then it was time to watch the fireworks, and 
then the best thing was, I won the prize for the best costume and still nobody 
knew it was just paint and all I had on were shoes!"

Lilah was entranced by the story. I was pretty into it too. I had put my tool 
away but I couldn't help but squeeze it through my pants as I recalled Karen 
prostrate on a stone bench, her body spattered with fresh semen, her anus 
plugged with the vibrating tail, taking one cock after another into her mouth 
and vagina simultaneously, until she was literally too fucked-out to even walk. 
Unbidden, my mind's eye supplied the image of Lilah as I had just seen her, 
naked, splay-legged and laughing, but now with her tiny little bald vulva 
bulging with an adult penis.

The doorbell shattered my reverie. "Pizza!" Lilah sang out and scampered to 
answer it. Before anyone could stop her she threw the door open. The pizza boy's 
jaw dropped and he bobbled the pie he was holding and it was only then I think 
Lilah realized she was standing in front of him completely undressed. 


The delivery boy was probably 18 or 19, stocky with pimply cheeks and a scraggly 
beard. He and Lilah stared at each other for a long frozen moment. Then Karen 
and I got to our feet simultaneously. I took the pie from the boy's unresisting 
hands and Karen grabbed Lilah's arm and we all headed for the kitchen. Lilah was 
shaking and looked like she was going to cry, but Karen swept her into a big 
hug. "Great job!" she whispered. "I would never have been able to go naked in 
front of a stranger like that when I was only seven! You are really a big girl!"

Lilah's face registered confusion at first but she relaxed into Karen's praise 
of her boldness, quickly enough that I got a devilish idea. I took out my wallet 
and instead of going back to pay myself, I put some bills in Lilah's hands. She 
looked at them, then up at me. "Go ahead, Lilah, go pay the man for the pizza so 
we can eat dinner."

She looked rather stunned. "But..."

Karen cut in, repeating something I had drilled into her to override her 
completely natural fear and embarrassment of public nudity. "Just act like it's 
no big deal, Lilah. If you act like it's normal, so will everyone else." And she 
gave the child a little push on one bony shoulderblade. Lilah took a deep 
breath. Karen and I watched her walk back through the living room on wobbly 
legs. She did as she was told: she didn't try to cover up her hairless, 
undeveloped body at all. She walked up to the open door and held up the money in 
both hands. For a few seconds the pizza boy just stared down at her naked body. 
His eyes were about the size of the pizza. Finally he accepted the money the 
second-grader held out to him. I hadn't told her to ask for change so she just 
turned around and pranced back to the kitchen, her tight little butt wiggling. 
When Renee got up to shut the front door the boy was still standing on the 
porch, holding the money in his hand and staring at nothing.

To be continued...

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