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Subject: {ASSM} Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 20 (Mg, gg, ped, forced-exhib, cons, reluc, mast, fist) by Rufus Fugit
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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children.  If you don't want
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   Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 20 (Mg, gg, ped,
forced-exhib, cons, reluc, mast, fist) by Rufus Fugit

   Lilah's table manners were atrocious.  I'd never shared a meal with her
before so I didn't know if this was normal or if it had something to with
the seven-year-old's nervousness at being the only naked person at the
table with Renee, Karen, and an adult male.  But by the time we finished
not only did she have pizza sauce all around her mouth and chin, but there
were blobs and streaks of it decorating her bare chest and belly.  There
was a long string of cheese clinging to the pip of her left nipple all the
way down to her hipbone.  There was even a mushroom stuck to her belly
right next to her navel.  Her hands and forearms were smeared with sauce
from where she had wiped her mouth while eating.  "You're a mess, young
lady!" I exclaimed.  "We need to get you cleaned up." Obediently Lilah
tilted her face up and closed her eyes.  But I wasn't about to use a napkin
or washcloth.

   She yipped in surprise as I lifted her out of the chair and plopped her
butt down on the kitchen table.  Renee pulled the empty pizza box out of
the way and I put my hands on Lilah's thin shoulders and pushed her down so
that she lay on her back with her knees dangling off the edge of the table.
"Tickles!" she cried as I swooped down and slurped up the mushroom stuck to
her belly.  She writhed and laughed as I gave into my desire to nibble on
the soft protrusion of her bellybutton.

   I stepped back and without prompting Karen took my place.  The
twelve-year-old gathered her waist-length hair in one hand and held it back
as she bent to drag her tongue all over Lilah's wriggling torso.  The child
giggled hysterically as Karen licked her way up the string of cheese. 
Giggles turned to gasps as Karen sucked hard on her tiny nipple, capturing
it between her teeth and tugging it gently away from Lilah's flat, bony
chest.  Her back arched and she grabbed Karen's ears with her hands.  Karen
nibbled upwards to Lilah's neck and then started cleaning her face, licking
and planting little kisses all around the child's messy mouth and on her
pursed lips.  "Softer," she whispered, and then "open up" and when Lilah
obeyed I saw Karen's tongue-tip snake out and lick across her new permanent
front teeth, then dip quickly into her mouth, in and out, then again.  I
noticed that Karen was pressing her crotch against the edge of the table as
she worked.  The little whore was getting off on kissing a seven-year-old
girl!

   It was too hot to resist.  I dug my phone out of my pocket - a task made
difficult by my insistent erection; it had never gone completely soft all
during dinner and now it felt stiffer than ever.  I snapped a couple of
pictures of the two children mashing their lips together.  The framing
included Lilah's bare shoulders, enough skin to raise some interesting
speculations but nothing obviously over the line.  But that didn't last
long.  Karen straightened and stepped back, looking fondly down at her
young charge.  Lilah's chest and tummy were clean now and glistening with
Karen's saliva.  I lifted Lilah's knobby, scabbed knees and placed her
heels on the edge of the table, spreading her skinny legs to step between
them.  "Big smile, now," I said, "Smile so everyone knows how much to like
to show off your babycunt." And I fired off several pictures.  Lilah looked
momentarily worried but then essayed a smile.  And oh, what a beautiful
smile it was!  There was uncertainty and embarrassment at being naked, but
mixed with that was the mischievous joy of childish naughtiness, of knowing
she was doing something she shouldn't and enjoying it.  Her little butt
shifted on the table, and though her slit stayed tightly closed between her
puffy lips, the long hood of her clitoris was definitely a little pinker
than the surrounding skin and slightly more prominent than it had been.

   Lilah lay on the table as the other girls and I cleaned up and filled
the dishwasher.  She dragged her fingertips slowly up and down her bare
sides, shivering as goosebumps peppered her bare body and puckered her
nipples.  Her eyelids drifted half-shut as she slowly scissored her thighs
open and closed.

   "All done!" I clapped my hands together, startling Lilah out of her
half-doze on the table.  "It's past Lilah's bedtime," I paused for dramatic
effect, "But you what I think?  I think naked girls get to stay up late
tonight!"

   "Yay!" Lilah clapped her hands and hopped down from the table.

   "In fact, you know what would be fun?  I want to go to the park.  Karen,
Renee, would you like to go to the park?" I nodded my head exaggeratedly.
Renee picked up on what I was doing and agreed enthusiastically.  Karen
joined her after the younger girl nudged her with her elbow.

   Lilah's eyes widened behind her glasses as she looked up at me.  She
crossed one foot over the other on the kitchen tile.  "Go...outside? 
But...it's cold and...you said I should stay naked?"

   "Absolutely!" I insisted, dropping to my knees to put my face on a level
with hers.  I took her hands in mine and swung them back and forth,
enjoying the way that made her muscles shift under the pale skin across her
ribcage.  "It's not that cold, and it's way more fun to be naked outside,
isn't that right Karen?"

   "Uh...maybe we shouldn't..."

   "Isn't that RIGHT, Karen?" I repeated much more firmly, and Renee
emphasized my point further with another nudge of her elbow.

   Karen hesitated.  "Umm...okay?"

   "Great!  Get your coats on," I instructed my nieces, and I pulled Lilah
through the living room into the foyer.  A pair of child-sized sneakers,
pink with white trim and velcro closures, was in the pile of footwear
underneath the coatrack.  Without a by-your-leave I knelt and took ahold of
Lilah's ankle.  My thumb and fingers easily met around it.  She put out her
arms for balance as I rested her bare foot on my thigh and slipped on the
sneaker, shoe-salesman style.  As I switched to the other foot I took a
second to enjoy the sight of her smooth, hairless vulva from close up.  I
leaned in as if to plant a kiss right between her pale lips.  She started
back and, checked by my grip on her ankle, almost fell.  But I didn't make
contact...yet.  I just paused to feel the warmth coming off her skin on my
own lips, and inhaled the barest trace of a subtle, sweet aroma.  Once I
had Lilah's shoes on I stood, grabbed my own coat in one hand and her wrist
in the other, opened the door and stepped through, pulling her after me. 
As Karen and Renee stepped out behind me, I reached back around the doorway
to flick off the porchlight.

   Lilah literally jumped when the door banged shut behind her.  She tried
and failed to tug her wrist free of my grip, It was cool but not cold,
probably around fifty.  A breeze skirled around us in the small alcove of
the porch, ruffling Lilah's hair.  We were in shadow, but the moonlight was
bright on the sidewalk between the orangeish pools cast by the
streetlights. A car rolled past, slowing to pause at the stop sign at the
corner.

   Lilah's eyes showed white all around.  Her mouth was pinched and tight
and her face was pale.  She began to shiver violently, probably more from
fear as it wasn't all that cold.  Though her areolae were completely flat
and undeveloped, her nipples poked out in hard little beads as gooseflesh
rippled across her bare body.  I took a deep breath, enjoying the mild
night air, but when I stepped forward Lilah yanked her wrist free and
cowered back, pressing her bare ass against the closed door.  "I...I...I'm
scared..." she stuttered out, and started to cry.

   "Shh, shh, it's okay," I knelt and gently chafed her arms.  Her skin was
cool and dry.  "There's nothing to be scared of, Lilah.  You were naked
inside, now you're naked outside, but it's still just us and you're still
the prettiest little naked girl I know." Lilah just shook her head.  Her
fair hair covered her face as tears dripped down her cheeks.

   Karen came to the rescue, shouldering between us and gathering Lilah in
a hug.  She put one hand behind the child's head and pressed Lilah's face
between her preteen breasts.  Her other hand stroked down her back to
squeeze one firm little cheek, then her fingers pushed between them.  "Ah!"
Lilah gasped and jumped as she felt a fingertip press where no one had ever
touched her before.

   "Lilah, I know it's scary but that's part of the fun," Karen spoke
softly, earnestly, stroking her hands comfortingly all over Lilah's chilled
skin.  "I was scared the first time I went naked but now I love it, and
it'll be the same for you.  You know what?  It's part of being a wh...being
a big girl: sometimes things are scary but you do them anyway!  This is
easy.  We're just going to the park.  So be brave, and it'll be fun, I
promise, okay?"

   Lilah looked up at the older girl.  She sniffled and scrubbed a hand
across her face.  "O...okay," she said, though her voice was shaky and she
was still shivering.  I looked out at the street; there was a break in the
traffic and no pedestrians on this block.  With the other girls and I
surrounding her she would be much less exposed than I'm sure she felt.  I
took her left hand and Karen took her right and we started down the steps
to the street.  Lilah stumbled and would have fallen if we hadn't had her
hands, but I took the opportunity to cop a quick feel, putting my other
hand on her chest to steady her and then sliding all the way down to
briefly cup her prominent mound.  I pushed my middle finger against her
clitoral hood, feeling the warmth of the smooth, elastic skin.  Lilah made
a little noise at the intimate touch but it was over before she could
react. As we stepped into the street I raised my fingers to my nose and
sniffed.

   Lilah's eyes still looked wide and scared as we crossed the street and
she was trying to look everywhere at once.  I crossed us between the
streetlights, keeping an eye myself, but the street stayed empty until we
reached the far sidewalk.  We stepped into a dark shadow cast by a small
billboard.  I figured that what with the dazzle of the billboard's own
lighting, we would be just vague silhouettes to anyone driving by.  I
gestured for Karen and Renee to go on ahead.  They looked at me dubiously
but obeyed, starting down the block to the park gate.  Lilah started after
them but was brought up short by my hand around her wrist.  "Hang on just a
second," I instructed.  The naked child fidgeted next to me, hopping from
foot to foot and shivering in the cool breeze.

   A car was entering the intersection at the end of the block, heading
towards us on the other side of the street.  "Wave to them," I told Lilah,
pointing at the headlights.  She cried out in fear and tried to dart behind
me, but I pulled her in front and held her firmly under her arms.  The
child cowered and tried to turn and press her front against me.  "Wave!" I
insisted.  "Wave and smile, or they'll think something's wrong and you'll
get in trouble!" Lilah was almost paralyzed with fear, but she managed to
raise one arm and flap it in a vaguely wave-like gesture.  As I expected,
the car cruised on by.  The driver tapped his horn in acknowledgment of the
little girl waving at him, and that scared Lilah more than anything, so
much that a small squirt of pee dribbled down one bare leg.  A few drops
patted onto the toe of her sneaker.

   "See how easy it is?" I crouched and hugged Lilah to me.  Her heart was
hammering in her chest and she was panting, hot little puffs of air on my
neck.  "People don't expect to see a pretty little naked girl, so unless
you make a big deal about it they don't really look close enough to
notice." I turned her back around to face the street.  "Here comes another
car, try again." This time Lilah managed a real wave and a small, trembling
smile.  Once again, the car cruised past.  Its windows were heavily tinted;
they probably didn't even see us.  "See?  It's like a secret, right out in
front of everyone, but it's still a secret."

   Lilah bought it.  Her heart was still beating so hard I could see it
jumping in her chest, but maybe now more from excitement than fear. 
Another car turned onto the street and this time she jumped up and down,
waving with both arms and even calling out, "Hi!" to the anonymous driver.
Even in the deep shadow, standing right next to her her skinny bare body
glowed in reflected moonlight.  I had to touch her.  I ran a hand down her
back, over the knobs of her spine, bending to reach between her tight
little cheeks.  She jumped as I nestled my thumb between them, pressing
gently until I felt the pulsing heat of her tiny anus.  I cupped her vulva
with my fingers, spreading the moisture from her incontinence and rubbing
gently at her clitoral hood.  "Hey!" she said.  "You're touching my private
place!"

   "Karen taught you another word for it, didn't she?  Use that word," I
instructed her.

   "It's my...babycunt," she said in a half-whisper.  She wiggled a little
dance as I continued rubbing fore and aft.  "You're tickling my babycunt."

   "You have such a pretty babycunt," I told her.  "It's so pretty I want
to touch it a whole lot more.  Can I?"

   "I guess," she said.  "Karen does it better." As I suspected.

   Some cars were starting along our side of the street.  I didn't want to
risk being caught in their headlights.  I straightened up.  Lilah shivered
again as my hand slid off her vulva.  I moved to stand between her and the
street and took her hand.  We reached the park entrance as the first car
hissed past.  Karen and Renee were waiting just inside the gate.  They
surrounded Lilah and showered her with praise.  "Wow, what a brave naked
girl you are!" Karen gushed, and Renee chimed in with more nonsense about
how grown up it was to go outside undressed.  I figured she must've clued
in her big sister.

   Lilah reached up her arms to Karen and jumped.  She hugged the older
girl around the neck and wrapped her skinny legs around Karen's waist. 
Karen cupped her bare butt in her hands.  Lilah leaned to speak in Karen's
ear.  "He tickled my babycunt," she confided.

   "He did?!  Did you like it?" Karen replied.

   "I told him, you do it better," Lilah replied loyally.  "I want you to
do it, and," her face got serious.  "Can I tickle yours, too?"

   The moonlight, dappled by the mature trees overhanging the path, did
nothing to conceal Karen's blush.  "Umm...sure.  Maybe." She shrugged Lilah
back down to the ground.  "You go on back to the playground, and we'll
follow." She started the second-grader with a soft spank to her naked
bottom, and Lilah took off running awkwardly, a ghostly blob in the gloom,
all elbows and knees and sneakers slap-slapping on the asphalt.

   "Have you had her play with your babycunt before now?" I asked Karen,
and her blush intensified.  She just shook her head.  "Well, good," I said,
and both children looked at me quizzically.  "Maybe she really is a whore,
or at least could be one when she's a little bigger.  But we need to find
out for sure.  Karen, you should take your clothes off and let her play
with you if she wants."

   Karen stopped and looked at me in surprise.  "Out here?  But..."

   I cut her off.  "Of course out here.  Lilah's already naked.  If you
want to find out if she's a whore you have to show her how much you like
sex, and see if she'll come along." I grabbed the waistband of her skirt
while we spoke and felt along it until I found the zipper pull.  Before she
knew what has happening the khaki fell to puddle around her shoes, leaving
her in her red-and-white striped panties beneath her coat.

   "Hey!" Karen exclaimed as I attempted to pull her underwear down, too.
She grabbed my hands; I twisted around to grab hers and held them out in
front of her body.  As if Renee had read my mind she darted behind Karen
and with one quick yank, Karen's lightly-furred pussy was exposed to the
cool night air.  I gave her a quick shove on her shoulder and her cry of
surprise cut off as she stumbled backwards, stepping one foot out of her
panties to keep her balance.  I closed with her, grabbing the same shoulder
to keep her upright.  Then, looking straight into the blond
twelve-year-old's blue eyes, I stiffened the index finger of my other hand
and jammed it right up her cunt.

   I had to force the penetration, but Karen was hot and wet already and
her channel parted as my finger pushed slowly into her.  "Ahhh!" she cried.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide behind the lenses of her
glasses, then fluttered closed as I wiggled my digit.  "Ohhh," she moaned
quietly, swallowing heavily as I pumped my finger in and out.  "Yessss."
She opened her eyes and slowly focused on my grinning face.

   "Now, just think how much fun it'll be to get Lilah to touch you like
this," I said, and watched a shiver of anticipation course through her
slender preteen body.  I think I had what the business nerds call "buy-in".
When without a word Karen shed her coat and yanked her shirt up over her
head, I was sure.  She shook out her hair, shoved her clothing into my arms
and, wearing only her bra and shoes, trotted down the path after Lilah. 
Her ass jiggled and flexed as she ran.  Her panties still swung from one
ankle.

   Renee looked after her big sister and snorted softly (in perfect
unconscious imitation of her father's mannerism).  "Silly whore," she
chortled.  I picked up Karen's skirt, shifted all her clothes to one arm
and laid the other across Renee's shoulders as we set off down the path.

   The urban park wasn't that large but the walkway wound around, bordered
by thick hedges and overhanging trees.  At night it was even a little
spooky; the path was lit mostly by dim solar-battery thingys at waist
height with only the occasional high pole casting a sodium glare through
the trees.  We quickly lost sight of both Lilah and Karen, though we did
come across one sign of their passage - an elderly couple stood by the side
of the path, staring openmouthed at Karen's panties lying discarded on the
ground.  I hustled Renee on past them.

   The path debouched onto a small play area - slide, swing set, one of
those climbing houses that replaced monkey bars since the lawyers decided
the latter were more dangerous than gargling cyanide, a couple of
spring-loaded horseys.  The surface underfoot was shredded tires.  Karen
was seated on a low swing, trying to instruct Lilah on how to unsnap her
bra.  Seven-year-old fingers fumbled with the catch, but finally managed.
Karen shrugged off the garment.  "Look, now we're both all naked!" she
exclaimed with a big smile.

   Lilah moved around to stand in front of Karen.  The older girl closed
her legs around her and hugged her; their heads were almost at the same
height.  Lilah's gaze was drawn to Karen's perky, teacup-sized breasts. 
Her nipples were puffy and stiff.  Karen's entire areolae swelled and stuck
out like missile nose cones.  "They're pretty," Lilah said reverently.

   "Yours will grow some day," Karen assured the little girl, "and they'll
be just as pretty.  You can touch them if you want.  Go ahead," she
encouraged when Lilah looked quizzically up at her.  Tentatively Lilah
cupped Karen's left boob in her two hands, testing the weight and firmness
of the pubescent growth.  Karen nibbled at her lower lip, then gasped as
small fingers slipped across a nipple.  "Oh yeah, that feels good, Lilah, I
like that," she said.  "Pull on my nips.  Pull on my nips, you
little...girl," she remembered herself at the last minute.

   Lilah did as she was told, tugging gently on Karen's nipples, first one
then the other.  Renee and I took a seat on a nearby picnic table.  I was
entranced by the sight of the two naked children.  Karen put her head back,
her face slack with pleasure in the orange lamplight.  Lilah gazed intently
at the older girl's firm breasts, a strange half-smile frozen on her face
as she continued to manipulate the warm flesh.  I was groping myself
through my jeans, my cock hot and hard through the fabric.  Renee made a
noise in her throat, something between irritation and disgust.  I glanced
over; the ten-year-old looked away from me.  She believed me that for her
sister's protection it was important to encourage Lilah's immature
sexuality but it wasn't any kind of turn-on for her.  My arousal was just
one more grownup incomprehensibility.

   "Ohh, ohh, ohh," Karen was moaning softly, continuously.  She squeezed
Lilah tighter between her coltish thighs and her hands stroked all over the
child's smooth back and sides.  Karen's complexion was fair but Lilah was
much paler, just as her white blond hair made Karen's more honeyed tones
look even darker.

   Lilah squirmed in Karen's embrace.  She took her hands from the
sixth-grader's titties and pushed against her shoulders, stepping back a
pace.  She put her hands on her belly, looking down at herself.  "Ewww, you
got me wet.  Are you peeing?" she demanded.  "I peed a little on the
sidewalk, I was scared, but now I'm not scared, this is fun, but I don't
want you to pee on me!"

   Karen's crotch shone with moisture in the dim light, and there was a
puddle and growing dark stain on the seat beneath her skinny ass.  "No,
sweetie, it's not pee," she explained, a little breathlessly.  "It's my
girl juice.  It comes out when my babycunt gets hot, so it's more fun to
play with.  You make girl juice, too."

   "I do?" Lilah sounded skeptical.

   "Yup, you do.  Why do you think I like to eat your babycunt so much? 
It's because you taste...so...GOOD!" She wiggled her fingers against
Lilah's ribs and the little girl dissolved into peals of laughter.  Karen
squeezed their naked bodies together with arms and legs.  The swing's
chains squeaked and Karen grunted softly as she began to hunch her drooling
pussy against Lilah's bare belly.  "Will you...touch...my babycunt, Lilah?"
Karen panted.  "Please...it's so hot...touch my babycunt...touch my
babycunt..."

   Lilah nodded uncertainly, a bit nonplussed by the desperation she heard
in her babysitter's voice.  Karen straightened her legs, spreading them
wide and digging her heels into the soft playing surface.  She took Lilah's
right hand in both of hers and formed it into a fist with the index finger
extended.  She moved it down between her own legs, shuddering as the little
girl's fingertip brushed over the swelling, twisted knob of her clitoris.
Her inner lips were slightly spread and heavily smeared with her juvenile
sex cream.  She placed the tip of Lilah's finger between them.  "Now put
your finger in me," she said breathily.  Lilah looked up at Karen's face in
surprise, then back down at her spread vulva.  "Go ahead," Karen urged,
"It's okay, push it in!"

   Lilah craned her neck to peer down at her own bare, tightly closed slit.
"How...?" she was too inexperienced to even form the question.

   "It's okay," Karen repeated impatiently.  "When you get older, you can
put things in yourself.  You have a hole, too, but you're too little now.
I'll show you later, but please, please, just put it in, oh, my babycunt is
so hot, please Lilah, put it in now!"

   Lilah obeyed.  Karen gasped as her slender finger slid easily in.  Lilah
gaped at her digit disappearing into the older girl's vagina, her lips
twisting as Karen's well-exercised muscles squeezed and rippled around it.
Cream squished out and coated her knuckles.

   "Now...now move it in and out," Karen breathed, and again Lilah obeyed.
"Nnnng," Karen groaned, pushing forward to try to get more stimulation than
one skinny seven-year-old's finger could provide.  "Use two fingers, okay,
Lilah?  Put two fingers in my babycunt."

   The little girl complied, but it still wasn't enough.  In short order
she had three and then all four fingers inserted into Karen's well-fucked
preadolescent cunny.  She winced slightly as the pressure squeezed her
knuckles uncomfortably but didn't stop, watching curiously as more and more
of her hand slid between Karen's drooling labia, until her thumb came to
rest alongside the dark, pulsing wrinkle of her pleasure button.  Karen
groaned and strained, but clearly she still wanted more.  The breeze
shifted and freshened, blowing past the two naked children and carrying the
familiar, enticing scent of Karen's arousal to where I sat with Renee.

   "Karen needs our help," I said softly to Renee as I stood up.  "She's
gotten too whory to know what to do next." Renee got to her feet but stood
indecisively.  I needed a second to arrange my erection to keep it from
painfully tenting; watching Karen molesting the petite naked second-grader
was nearly more than I could stand, but I knew I couldn't take a turn yet,
not without risking pushing Lilah too far too fast.

   I led Renee to stand behind the swing and directed her to grab the
chains.  She got the idea, and leaned into it to keep Karen from pushing
backwards.  I knelt behind Lilah, gently rubbing her back.  Her skin was
cool and still goosepimpled in the night air.  She was breathing hard.  I
looked over her skinny shoulder to where her right hand disappeared into
Karen's hot snatch.  The sparse pubes were matted down with cream.  Her
labia were reddened and stretched into blunt parentheses around Lilah's
fingers, and thickly coated and dripping.  Her thighs were shiny, and the
puddle of sex juice had overflowed the swing.  Several sticky threads
dripped lazily towards the shredded surface.  Her scent was really strong;
Lilah's wrinkled her nose as her fingers squelched in and out.

   I reached down and gently wrapped my hand around the little girl's.  I
withdrew her fingers most of the way from Karen's dripping cunt and gently
pressed her thumb into her palm.  "Now push," I whispered in her ear.  I
couldn't help but press my own hardon against her bare behind; I was able
to wedge it between her tight little cheeks and let the heat soak through
my clothes.

   Lilah's eyes looked enormous magnified through the lenses of her
glasses. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as slowly, slowly, her entire
hand pushed in.

   "Oaoaoaarllgh!" Karen's mouth opened, too, and she made a strangled,
breathy groan as she felt her labia stretched wider than ever before. 
Lilah was only seven, and she was a skinny seven to boot, but her folded
hand and her wrist were still thicker than even the biggest adult cock
Karen had fucked in her year-plus of prostitution.

   "It's hurting her!" Lilah cried, but I held her wrist to keep her from
withdrawing her hand.  Karen's heels scrabbled against the shredded rubber
as she tried to back away, but Renee held her fast.

   "No, it's okay," I reassured the child.  "That's just the noise she
makes when her babycunt is really, really hot.  You're doing great, she
likes it, just keep pushing, that's it, harder, keep pushing," I kept
encouraging Lilah while at the same time holding her wrist firmly and
pushing forward.  Slowly, slowly, Karen's inner lips stretched taut.  Her
vulva bulged outwards as, finally, Lilah's knuckles slid inside and were
swallowed.  "Just a little more, just a little more," I urged, and with a
wet, slurping sound the root of her thumb disappeared.  The naked
seven-year-old stared in astonishment at her hand buried up to the wrist in
Karen's preteen cunt.

   "Oooaaaahhhh," Karen groaned.  "My babycunt, my baaabycunt, oh Jeez, oh
Jeez," She mumbled and whined, straining back against the penetration. 
Sweat popped out on her forehead and ran down her sides from her armpits.

   "Now," I whispered to Lilah, "Can you close your fingers?  Can you make
a fist inside her?" Lilah nodded and her face scrunched up in
concentration. I felt the tendons sliding in her skinny wrist.

   "Ohhhh, JeeEEEEZEEAAAIIIHHH!" Karen's voice built to a wail as her sore,
abused vagina, already filled beyond what it had ever been before, was
stretched even further.  She threw her head back and squealed through
clenched teeth.  Her knuckles went white where she gripped the chains. 
Renee moved so her older sister's head rested on one shoulder, putting her
lips right next to Karen's sweating, flushed ear.  "Good whore, love you
whory whore," she whispered as her big sister writhed and struggled against
the flood of sexual pleasure that tore through her body.

   "Now, punch!" I told Lilah.  "Punch in and out!" Karen's muscles were
clamped down so hard that Lilah could hardly move her hand, but she tried,
wincing as her knuckles ground together.  She wasn't able to stroke much
more than half an inch or so, but it was enough.  Her little biceps flexed
and strained underneath her pale skin.

   Karen's body shuddered and twitched with each thrust.  "Ohh, my
babycunt, ohh, my babycunt," she moaned over and over.  Her belly began to
jump and twitch as pleasure boiled up from her impossibly stuffed vagina.

   "Good girl, Lilah, you're doing great." The child seemed mesmerized by
the effect she was having on the older girl.  Karen's juvenile cunt cream
coated her wrist and halfway up her forearm now, as more oozed out each
time she pressed inward.  "Now, just one more thing," Lilah's left hand was
pressed against her own abdomen.  I took it and gently guided it to rest
just above where her right disappeared into Karen, where the older girl's
clitoris stood out, dark red and swollen.  The hood was stretched almost to
its limit by the width of Lilah's fist, fully exposing the pulsing, twisted
knob.  Holding her fingers in mine, I guided Lilah to stroke it with her
thumb and forefinger.  Karen jerked backwards, almost knocking Renee
off-balance.  "Now, when I say," I whispered in Lilah's ear, "You punch
with one hand, and you pinch, hard, with the other, okay?  Got it?" I
asked. Lilah nodded shakily.  I let go and stood, looking down on the two
children locked in their perverse lesbian congress.  "Now, Lilah, do it
now!"

   Lilah did.  She pushed as hard as she could with her right hand and
pinched Karen's oversized clitoris with her left.  I think she even dug in
her fingernails, which I hadn't told her to do.  The effect was everything
I could've hoped for.  Karen's legs shot up into the air, her body went
rigid and jackknifed backwards, knocking Renee down.  A scream tore from
her throat as her climax smashed into her.  Her pelvis contracted and
convulsed, and a stream of hot ejaculate shot out of her slit, splattering
first into Lilah's face and hair, and then squirting again and again onto
her skinny naked body as Karen thrashed helplessly in the throes of her
orgasm.

   Lilah started violently as the hot, gooey girl-cum splashed onto her
bare skin.  She jerked backwards, stretching Karen's clit to a thrumming
band of skin before it snapped free.  Her right fist spread Karen's labia
impossibly wide as it came free with a loud, slurping pop.  Karen fell
backwards, her heels and her head touching the ground.  Her titties wobbled
violently as she spasmed out of control, hands clawing at the air as her
body was wracked over and over with waves of pleasure.  Finally,
whimpering, she went limp.  She rolled herself over so she was laying with
her belly on the swing.  Her face was completely hidden by the tangled mane
of her blond hair.  Her legs and arms pushed without coordination until she
managed to slide down to sit on the ground.  She winced as her abused pussy
pressed against the shredded rubber.  She sat there, heaving for breath,
finally lifting her head.  Her face was brick-red from the exertion, but
she managed a sleepy smile.

   Lilah stood, frozen in place.  Her front was drenched in Karen's
ejaculate from head to knees.  The lenses of her glasses were covered by
the thick goo.  It plastered her bangs, dripped off her nose, her chin. 
Globs slid lazily down her skinny flat chest, covered her bare mound and
ran down her own closed slit.  The cooling juices steamed gently in the
night air.

   Had it been Bill Murray instead of a naked seven-year-old girl, I
would've expected the next words to be, "He slimed me, Ray." But instead
Lilah blinked, licked her lips, shook her hands and regarded the thick
threads webbing her fingers with interest.  She peered up at me through her
blurred lenses, and in her sweet, low voice lisped, "Am I a whore now?"
   To be continued...

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