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   Spring Break Day 1: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 24 (Fgg, ped, mast,
oral, anal, rim, forced-exhib, reluc, voy) by Rufus Fugit

   When I heard Karen say "Give me your panties," I snorted root beer up my
nose.  The events of two Christmases ago were still vivid in my memory, and
they started with that command.  Of course it had been Moira and not Karen
who had given it.  Like then, Moira was driving but instead of being wedged
into the front seat of her dearly-departed Impala with the girls it was
just the two of us now spread out on the enormous bench of the borrowed
Suburban.  She snickered at me as I coughed and snorted, but her eyes
darted hungrily to the rear-view mirror.

   I turned around in my seat.  Karen was sitting behind me, looking stern.
Jenny had let her experiment with a gentle perm in her hair.  Instead of
hanging straight down her back like a waterfall it tumbled over her bare
shoulders like the rapids of some gleaming golden river.  Twin jeweled
barrettes kept it out of her face and exposed the pink metal temple bars of
her spectacles.  The barrettes sparkled in the low morning sunshine.  She
was wearing a cropped black bustier made of thin, supple kid leather.  She
hadn't left her house in it, of course; it had been a gift from Moira once
we had hit the highway.  The laces exposed a generous amount of her pale
back, and it was slit up the front to show a wide triangle of skin from
between her small, perky breasts down to her navel.  Last season's jeans
clung like spandex to her skinny hips and the tight, round pillows of her
adolescent backside.  Her flipflops were on the floor mat, and her toenails
shone with clear polish.

   When Karen had been ordered by Moira she had protested and had handed
over her underwear out of fear more than anything.  But Lilah wasn't scared
of her babysitter.  The seven-year-old giggled as she pulled her knees up,
pressing the heels of her clunky running shoes on the edge of the seat to
raise her butt.  She reached up under her pleated skirt with both hands,
and with a shimmy that every female must be born knowing, pulled down a
pair of plain white cotton panties, She slid them up and over her knees and
then they dropped down her skinny legs to rest on the laces of her
sneakers. She pulled one foot free and kicked with the other.  The scrap of
fabric flew up in the air and dropped into the front seat between Moira and
me, accompanied by a skirl of childish laughter.  But the laughter cut off
in a squeak as Karen reached over and grabbed at Lilah's flat chest through
her "Girls Rule" tshirt.  She twisted and pulled at the second grader's
tiny nipple.  "Ow!" she protested.

   Karen was not mollified.  Over the past little while I had seen a change
in the way she dealt with the younger child.  She still babysat her after
every school day and she was still friendly and loving - VERY loving - but
her affection was increasingly laced with seemingly arbitrary demands,
anger, and even flashes of cruelty.  I hadn't noticed any real effect on
Lilah because her father was becoming similarly erratic.  In fact, Ruben's
increasing difficulties since the untimely death of his beloved wife,
Lilah's mom, had led directly to the second-grader's presence in the truck.

   I'd been sprawled on the giant sectional in Jenny and Rob's living room,
sharing with them some small-batch bourbon I'd scored on a recent business
trip to Cincinnati.  Rob and I were on our second drink and Jenny was on
her third when I caught one of those Looks passing between them, the kind
of silent communication that only long-marrieds can do.  "Listen..." Jenny
said, taking a pull of her bourbon-and-ice.  "Reuben's not doing very
well."

   I already knew this.  Karen had taken to calling me in the afternoons
after she walked Lilah home.  We'd chat for just a minute or two while
Lilah changed or ate her after-school snack.  The house was getting
increasingly disorganized.  Some days there was almost nothing in the
fridge; others, Lilah had no clean clothes to change into.  Reuben had
retreated at first into religion but now into alcohol.  Or so Karen's
discovery of the graveyard of empties underneath Reuben's bed suggested. 
(Like any good babysitter, she snooped the adults' spaces.)

   I'd passed the info on to Jenny, who'd spoken with Rob, who'd spoken
with Reuben's rabbi, and a plan was hatched.  Reuben probably didn't need
rehab, but he did need to talk to someone or do whatever it took to get his
shit together.

   By the time Jenny worked around to her proposition, I almost laughed
aloud.  I hadn't had any contact with Renee for weeks beyond an occasional
"hi" in passing.  The last evening I'd been over to their house she'd
dashed fresh from the bath to her room, wearing only a towel wrapped around
her thick brown hair.  She'd shrieked, pretending she hadn't realized I was
in the hallway while I pretended not to watch her delectable little buns
jiggle and bounce as she ran.  That fleeting sight was enough to stir
longing almost beyond endurance.  I missed the ten-year-old.  I missed her
hazel eyes, I missed her rare smiles, I missed the two tiny moles along her
soft jawline.  I missed her little-girl scent of baby shampoo and
chocolate. I missed the feel of her fat nipples erecting under my palms,
the delicious sweet tang of her bald pussy, the way the burning heat of her
rectum clenched and twisted around my cock when I ejaculated into her.

   I had a few days between projects that happened to coincide with the
girls' spring break and I had thought about going camping.  I couldn't
invite Renee without also taking her big sister.  Renee wouldn't mind,
provided Karen's hot twelve-year-old cunt didn't keep me exhausted the
whole time - but Jenny and Rob both liked camping, too, and took the girls
on regular trips and I couldn't come up with any way to invite their
daughters and not them.

   But apparently good things come to, or on, or in, those who wait.  An
intervention for Reuben was planned, but one that didn't involve Lilah. 
The grownups figured that if she were around Reuben would use her needs as
an excuse to avoid taking the time for himself - not that he was putting
much energy into taking care of her in his present condition.  Jenny and
Rob felt that Karen was old enough to look after Lilah for a longer period
if there was an adult around to backstop her.  "I know how much of an
imposition this is," Jenny continued.  "I know you don't even like Reuben
very much and goodness knows he isn't very likable these days, but...spring
break is coming up.  What if you take the girls up to the mountains?  -
Renee, too, I mean.  I know how much it is to ask.  Rob can borrow a truck
from the company and you can use my corporate card for gas...Please?  It
would be such a huge favor to us, and Reuben really does need help...." She
leaned into her husband's embrace.  Rob nodded solemnly.

   I didn't kick my heels up and caper around the living room, only because
I wasn't exactly sure what capering was supposed to look like.  I'd been
wracking my brains and here the girls were being dropped into my
frustratingly tumescent lap.  So I agreed with as little outward eagerness
as I could manage, and suggested that a second adult might be desirable. 
"Got a new girrrrrlfriend?" Jenny lilted as if we were all in fourth grade.
Rob smiled into his drink.

   "Actually," I replied, "you remember Moira?" She had called me out of
the blue several weeks ago.  She was taking a semester off from school, she
said, to make some money.  Well, she could've worked on the pole or done
outcalls perfectly well while carrying a full load of credits - that's what
she'd been doing for three years - so something else was going on.  But she
was as tight-lipped as ever and there was no reason to press her.  She'd
stopped by my house a couple Saturdays past and we'd spent a fun evening
watching and editing the vids I'd taken of Stanley, Paul, and the girls. 
Her cunt was as talented as ever, and even more decorative - she had added
some delicate vines twining around the three hearts tattooed along each
side of her vulva.  I was already looking forward to introducing her to
Lilah.

   Karen and Renee were called in and duly informed, without going into
details about why Lilah was invited along.  Watching Karen carefully, I saw
her concealing her eagerness much like me, pretending to be a little
annoyed about having the younger girl along and complaining a bit that
she'd end up babysitting even though I was nominally in charge.  I saw a
quick calculating look in Renee's hazel eyes.  "If Karen gets to bring a
friend, why can't I?"

   And that's how her buddy Raj came to be sharing the third seat of the
SUV with the ten-year-old.  Raj was twelve, a dark-skinned south Asian boy
with straight, jet-black hair cut short in back.  A long fringe flopped
over one eye; I would've bet money he practiced tossing it back in the
mirror.  He was small for his age, not much taller than Renee who was about
a year and a half his junior, and whipcord-thin.  From the dojo I knew that
despite his size he was quick, centered and flexible.  He was also
painfully shy; when we picked it up it was the first time I'd seen him
since his brother had brought him along to the park a few weeks ago. 
Despite his chocolate skin the blush was plain on his face.  He'd ducked
his head.  I'd caught him stealing glances at my face though his heavy
bangs as we packed the car but he'd been unable to speak.

   Cruising down the highway, the tops of their heads were barely visible
over the middle seat back.  Actually, at the moment only Raj's was.  I was
beginning to speculate what exactly my ten-year-old niece was doing when
her tousled brown hair popped back up.  Then she reached up one hand to the
top of Raj's head and pressed it down, out of sight.  I smiled to myself,
but my attention was quickly recaptured by the middle seat.  Karen had slid
over to the center of the wide bench seat - rebelting herself, good girl -
and reached her hand under Lilah's bent leg to press her fingers against
the second-grader's bald crotch.  Lilah giggled as Karen started rubbing
her tight slit, moving in a circular motion.  "Tickles!" she exclaimed,
squirming and kicking her feet as she was gently but firmly masturbated by
the older girl.  Her face showed a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.  Her
eyes alternately squinted shut and opened wide, she threw her head back and
grimaced.  Her blonde hair bounced against the vinyl seatback as her head
bobbed forward and back.  I turned and rested my chin on the headrest to
watch.

   Karen gazed avidly at the younger child as her hand worked in Lilah's
wriggling crotch.  A ray of morning sunlight caught the muscles flexing and
relaxing, flexing and relaxing in her thin upper arm.  Her eyes were bright
as she watched Lilah's childish arousal mount.  I leaned over and snapped
off the radio, the better to hear the sound of her fingers sliding across
the rubbery damp flesh of Lilah's labia.  I heard that, and Lilah's voice
climbing in sharp little gasps.  "Oh, oh, oh!" she huffed, her voice
squeaking somewhere between pleasure and pain.  But she spread her skinny
legs wide, submitting herself to Karen's urgent assault as she had been
doing for weeks.

   I clenched my jaw and pressed my hand against my crotch as I watched,
but I jerked my head around as the car swerved.  Moira's was pressing
Lilah's tiny panties against her nose, and her eyes were locked on the
rear-view mirror.  The truck had started to drift on to the shoulder before
she noticed.  "Geez, you want me to drive?" I asked sarcastically.

   Moira turned to look at me, tossing her light brown curls.  That wanton
smile tugging at one corner of her full lips should've warned me what was
coming next.  "Sure!" she chirped and as quick as that she hit the release
on her seatbelt, brought her feet to the edge of the seat and pushed
herself up and over into the back, landing right on top of Lilah and
leaving four thousand pounds of hurtling steel unpiloted.

   "Shit!" I grabbed at the wheel, overcorrected a bit, and yanked the
truck back into the lane as it coasted.  My root beer went flying as I
tried to hold the truck steady while at the same time using the steering
wheel for leverage to pull myself into the driver's seat and groping for
the pedals with my feet.  By the time I was properly situated and had
attention to spare from the road, Moira had untangled herself from landing
right on top of the tiny second-grader.  She wedged her butt in between the
children, shoving Karen roughly aside.  Lilah was shocked silent, her mouth
opened in an O of surprise, as this adult, basically a total stranger,
yanked her skirt down and tossed it onto the floor.  Moira grabbed each of
her thin ankles in turn to pull off her sneakers and footies and just that
quickly Lilah was nude from the waist down.

   But Moira wasn't through.  She trapped one of Lilah's skinny legs under
her own and pinned her other knee against the door with one hand,
spread-eagling the child on the seat.  Lilah's bald mound poked upwards,
prominent at the vee where her belly met her narrow pelvis.  With two
fingers Moira began to roughly masturbate the child, pushing her pale labia
from side to side, peeling them open to reveal her tight inner lips.  The
pale line of the little girl's prepuce swelled and reddened as Moira
pressed her thumb down and pushed, sliding the hood back to reveal the tiny
bud of her prepubescent clit.  Lilah began to gasp and squirm as Moira
pinched the little button none too gently between thumb and forefinger,
while her middle finger dug at the base of the child's slit, searching for
her virgin opening.

   "N-n-n-no!" Lilah gasped out, struggling against Moira's intruding
finger, but her gasp became a startled yelp as - SMACK!  - Moira slapped
her four fingers against the child's bouncing vulva.

   "You don't ever say 'no' to me, kid," Moira said in a voice that brooked
no nonsense, and she started rubbing even harder, pressing against the
child's slit.  Lilah struggled to close her thighs and tried to push Moira
away but she was helpless against Moira's adult strength.  Her voice rose
and fell, rose and fell as her whines and moans took on a steady rhythm. 
She quickly reached that place where children too young to orgasm go when
overstimulated, suspended between pleasure and pain.  Every so often she
squealed as Moira laid another slap on her.

   Now it was my turn to drive distracted.  Glances in the rear-view mirror
showed Lilah's vulva swelling and reddening under the constant friction and
spankings.  Her baby clit was standing out now, pushing the long hood
upwards, and her bald labia had spread just enough to reveal a bright pink
gash.  At the base of her cunny the gash widened into a narrow angry red
teardrop, shiny with moisture.  Her butt shimmied and bounced on the vinyl
seat as she struggled futilely to escape Moira's probing fingers.  Now she
was squeezing that tiny clitty gently, pinching it between two blood-red
fingernails.  It was a struggle to keep my eyes on the road but even
without looking back, the sound of Lilah's breathy voice breaking in
desperation was more than enough to make me uncomfortably stiff.  I lifted
my left leg and tried to work my cock into a more comfortable position in
my jeans as a seven-year-old bare foot waved back and forth in the mirror.
The heel thumped against the seat back behind me.

   "That ain't doin' all that much for me, kitten." Moira's voice was husky
and honeyed with the south Alabama drawl of her childhood.  Karen had
draped herself over the young woman's back, putting her chin over her
shoulder and putting her cheek against Moira's tight brown curls.  Her
mouth was slightly open as she gazed down at her young charge.  Her blue
eyes were wide and shiny with a faint sheen of sweat beneath them.  Her
adolescent body was pressed against Moira's more lush figure as the two
knelt on the bench seat.  Without releasing her grip on Lilah's glowing
mound Moira turned her head and seized Karen's earlobe in her teeth. 
"Whyn't you get down and gimme some sugar?" she husked.  She shrugged her
muscular shoulders and bounced her butt up, pushing Karen back while biting
down harder.  The girl stifled a groan as her ear scraped free.  Her eyes
were wary and a little hurt but she obediently lifted Moira's short skirt,
exposing a dark purple thong bisecting the young woman's tight, toned
buttocks.  She hooked a thumb in the elastic and pulled it to one side,
exposing the curve of Moira's clam and her clean brown pucker.

   Karen put one knee on the floor against the transmission hump, She
craned her neck awkwardly and tilted her head back until she was able to
swipe her tongue over Moira's tattooed labia.  She gripped Moira's buttocks
in her two hands, pulling them apart and pressing her face forward between
them.  Moira shuddered and smiled and spanked Lilah's baby cunny three
times in quick succession, smacksmackSMACK!  Her eyes lit up as Lilah cried
out in what now sounded like just pain.  As Karen slurped noisily at her
cunt, Moira alternated between gently pinching Lilah's miniature clitoris
and using her thumb to pry open her tight inner lips, probing against the
child's maidenhead until she jerked and cried out, then moving back to her
clitty until she coaxed yet another moan of tortured half-pleasure from the
second-grader.

   Moira went back and forth like that for several miles, until Lilah's
face was as bright red as her cunny and tears were beginning to leak from
her eyes.  She might've kept it up all the way into the mountains or until
Lilah passed out, but Karen surprised her.  I heard her quick intake of
breath and then she jerked in surprise, thumping her head against the
padded ceiling.  Her green eyes met mine in the mirror, sparkling with
malicious delight.  "She's got her tongue up my ass!" she exclaimed.  "Your
little whore is eatin' my asshole!" I glanced over and, sure enough, Karen
was holding those beautiful lush buttocks spread wide open and her tongue
was flicking back and forth over Moira's backdoor.

   I was shocked; it was only a few weeks past that the sixth-grader had
been introduced to this newest depravity, and Stanley had had to almost
beat her before she submitted and pressed her face into my teenage
neighbor's anus.  Here she was doing it, without prompting, to the person
she might have feared most in the world.  Karen blushed bright red as Moira
continued to describe her actions in the crudest, most graphic terms, but
at the same time she was making little grunts of pleasure and I noticed she
was hunching her denim-clad crotch awkwardly against the edge of the seat.
Same old Karen; nothing sharpened her pleasure like humiliation.  That was
my doing, mine and Moira's.  From the very beginning of the campaign of
unrelenting sexual abuse that we had perpetrated against her, we'd never
failed to emphasize how shameful her body's needs were.  And the child had
internalized it completely.  I smiled to myself when I thought about what
we had in store for her in that respect.

   Moira hummed with pleasure as Karen slid two fingers between her labia
and pushed.  They slid in easily and she began pumping.  The sound of wet
flesh sliding together added to Karen's slurping and Lilah's desperate
cries, punctuated by the occasional slap.  Moira's breath got hoarse and
ragged as Karen worked her fingers all around, pressing hard against the
young woman's G spot.  The scent of female arousal began to fill the cabin.
Bad enough that it was making me intolerably horny but I was getting
hungry, too.

   As if in answer, we passed a sign showing the golden arches at the next
exit.  Moira was lost in her own pleasure but she looked up when she felt
the truck slowing on the exit ramp.  "I ain't got my cum yet," she said. 
"You better get me off before we stop, kitten, or I won't be happy." That
was all she had to say.  Karen's face, what I could see of it peering over
Moira's backside, paled and she redoubled her efforts, jamming her fingers
in and out of Moira's juicy cunt and sucking and nibbling at her asshole as
hard as she could.

   Of course Moira was just toying with the girl.  She had plenty of
control over herself and before we reached the top of the long exit ramp
she arched her back, dropped her head, and let out a throaty, guttural
moan. She palmed Lilah's swollen peach with one hand, grabbing and
squeezing the smooth, hairless flesh until the younger girl squealed and
kicked frantically.  A string of saliva dripped from her open mouth onto
Lilah's bare abdomen.

   As I pulled into the restaurant parking lot the back seat was untangling
themselves.  Moira's face was flushed and her eyes bright as she patted her
hair back into place and adjusted her thong.  Karen climbed over Moira and
pulled Lilah into her lap and a tight hug.  Lilah's skinny chest was
heaving from exertion.  Karen stroked her damp blond hair with one hand and
murmured in her ear.  The fingers of her other hand trailed lightly back
and forth over the child's puffy, irritated mound.  When I killed the
engine I could hear Karen was telling her, "Good girl, you're going to be
such a good little whore, such a pretty little babycunt..." Lilah started
to relax into her babysitter's embrace but then Moira opened her door.  The
second grader yipped in alarm and yanked her tshirt down to cover her
nudity.  She tried to dive after her skirt lying crumpled on the floor, but
Karen's arms tightened around her.  "You're not going to need that," she
said, her eyes going to Moira for approval.

   Lilah struggled but of course she was helpless against her babysitter's
greater size and strength.  Moments later the seven-year-old had her bare
feet on the tarmac of the parking lot, frantically tugging at the hem of
her tshirt.  It was long enough to cover her but only just, and pulling it
down in front made it ride up in back, exposing the lower part of her butt.
She tried to dart around Karen and dive back into the back seat but the
older girl blocked her easily.  She was laughing but there was a cruel
glint in her eye.  "Lilah!" She grabbed the girl's upper arms and held her
in place.  When Lilah persisted in trying to wriggle free she swung one arm
down and clapped her palm against the child's bare peach, pushing Lilah
back and forcing her up on her tiptoes.  She looked up, her blue eyes wide
and pleading behind her glasses.  "Now, sweetie," Karen spoke soothingly,
"remember we talked about this.  What are we?"

   Lilah was panting with anxiety but Karen's voice stilled her. 
"We're...whores?" she said tentatively.

   "Yes!  Good girl!" Karen bent and kissed the top of her head.  "And how
do whores dress?"

   "...naked?" Lilah mumbled.  "But..." she gestured helplessly across the
lot at the restaurant.  Breakfast rush was past but it was still fairly
busy.

   "Shh, shh," Karen soothed.  "You're not _really_ naked.  Just under your
clothes." She giggled at her own joke.  "Just act normal, remember?  No one
will notice." She reached down and adjusted Lilah's shirt so that it
covered her, if barely, both front and back.  As she took Lilah's hand
Moira appeared from around the truck and took the little girl's other hand.
Together they walked Lilah towards the entrance.  It wasn't a frog-march,
not quite.  Her bare feet slapped on the pavement; watching closely I
caught just the briefest, most tantalizing flash of her shadowed pudenda
below her tshirt as she walked.  I shook my head ruefully, grinning, and
poked my head back inside the truck to speak to Renee and Raj.  "Hey, guys,
you coming to breakfast...oh." They were already eating.  Delicious if not
very nutritious.

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