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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children.  If you don't want
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   Spring Break Day 1: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 25 (bg, Mb, gg, tg, ped,
mast, oral, 1st, forced-exhib, humil, prost, a soupon of social
commentary) by Rufus Fugit

   Renee had picked up a new technique, from where I don't know.  The
fourth-grader held Raj's erect penis in her hand, thumb and two fingers
pale around the slim chocolate shaft.  I noted for the first time that the
boy was uncircumcised; his glans was deep red above the wrinkled collar of
his fully-retracted foreskin.  The two children were lying head-to-toe - or
rather, head-to-crotch - across the third seat of the truck.  Raj lay on
his side near the edge with his jeans and boxer shorts pushed down to his
ankles.  One knee was cocked in the air.  Renee's head was pillowed on his
other thigh.  She held his hairless organ angled towards her mouth.  Her
pointed tongue darted out like a snake's licking and probing at the boy's
empurpling mushroom.  Her cheek dimpled in a half-smile, though her hazel
eyes were calm and serious.  Raj squirmed under the ten-year-old's oral
ministrations.

   Renee was mostly lying flat, pressed into the crook of the seat.  She
was wearing a plaid lightweight flannel shirt, denim overalls, and her
Timberland hiking boots.  The overalls were soft and faded from washing. 
The shoulder straps were unhooked and the bib pulled down and the button at
one hip was undone.  The fourth-grader had also opened the bottom two
buttons of her shirt and her pink latex strapon jutted obscenely out
between the shirttails.  Raj's head bobbed over it, slurping and drooling
as his lips rode up and down.  The visible part of the thick shaft was
shiny with his saliva.  Renee had her free hand pressed against the back of
the boy's head and he gagged slightly as she hunched her hips forward.

   My niece's eyelids fluttered closed with pleasure, her long lashes dark
against flushed cheeks.  I still didn't see what she got out of having her
dick sucked.  I mean, sure, there was some friction of the leather back
against her immature cunny, if the elastic was pulled tight enough, and it
did have a built-in vibrator when she remembered to change the batteries
which was hardly ever.  But this was more in her head than between her
chubby thighs.  She'd been oddly enchanted with the idea of having a penis
ever since the first time I had put it on her.  Sometimes I would find her
in front of the mirror, pants off, just standing and admiring the molded
latex jutting from her bare crotch.  Or skimming one hand up and down, her
elbow pumping as she mimed masturbation.  She still loved having her
juvenile cunny played with - one of our favorite games was for me to trill
my tongue against her clitoris until it fully erected and then suck it as
hard as I could into my mouth to stretch it and gently scrape my teeth on
the nerve-dense flesh - but more and more the ten-year-old wore the
strap-on even when she had no intention of using it.  I even suspected she
wore it to school occasionally though I had warned her not to.

   The children were completely absorbed in their mutual fellatio and I
took the opportunity to simply enjoy watching them.  Renee's hips began to
move more energetically.  She made soft, erotic little grunting sounds deep
in her throat.  Raj twitched and jerked as she flapped her tongue against
his pisshole.  His moans were muffled by his own mouthful of plastic cock
as she pursed her lips and pressed them against his frenum.  Her flushed
cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, as if she were trying to give his
wiener a hickey.

   Renee's grunts got louder and longer and higher-pitched, and her legs
tensed and wriggled in time with them until..."OooOOOUhhhhmmmmmgh!" Her
butt came up off the seat and her eyes squinched closed.  She turned loose
of Raj's cock and grabbed his ears with both hands, holding his head still
while she shuddered through a quick climax.  After several seconds she
relaxed, melting back into the cushion.  A few strands of damp brown hair
clung to one rounded cheek.  There was a vee of bare belly visible where
her shirt was open and I watched it fill and hollow with her breathing. 
She reached her arms over her head and stretched.  She looked up and saw
me. Her expression stayed serious but mischief glinted in her eyes.  "Didja
get your eyes full?" she asked.

   Raj saw me peering over the seat.  He yelped, lost his balance, and fell
heavily onto the floor.  He tried to cover his spit-shiny crotch and pull
up his pants at the same time, and consequently achieved neither.  While he
thrashed ineffectually in the small space between the seats Renee calmly
sat up, adjusted the strapon to point straight up flat against her belly,
pulled up her Hello, Kitty panties, and did up her overalls.  "You're going
to miss breakfast if you don't hurry," I told her and with no delay she
launched herself over the seat, tumbling down next to me.  After the lewd
display I'd just seen I couldn't resist worming my hand under the bib of
her overalls to cop a feel from the firm little boob inside her shirt.  The
flannel was soft and the flesh warm beneath it.  But Renee wriggled away,
popped the door and took off across the parking lot, leaving poor Raj still
struggling to untwist his shorts.

   I slid over the middle seat back to sit cross-legged looking down at the
boy.  He refused to meet my gaze, blushing furiously.  "Hey, it's cool," I
said softly.  When he paid me no mind I decided more direct action was
needed.  I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his juvenile penis,
giving it a friendly squeeze.  He froze, motionless except for the hot
flesh in my hand which, half-wilted, started to stiffen again.  His blush
got even brighter; with all the blood rushing to his face it was a wonder
he had enough left over to inflate his willy.

   His boycock felt nice in my hand - smooth and hot.  If I squeezed just a
little I could feel his pulse throbbing at the base.  His nutsack was
smooth, too, and brown like a Brazil nut, and his small testes were pulled
up tight against his body.  His tool was just a little longer than the
width of my palm with the flushed head peeking out.  I rubbed my thumb back
and forth across it and he gasped and squirmed on the floor.  "You like
that, do you?"

   "Yes, sir," the boy panted.  His eyes were wide and dark.

   "You don't have to call me 'sir' just now," I chuckled.  The angle was
bad but, my, it looked so tempting.  I flopped around so I was lying on my
stomach on the seat with my knees bent and my shins pressed awkwardly
against the side panel and my shoes against the deeply tinted (thank
goodness!) window.  I braced myself with my free hand against the seat and
was able to lean forward and down.  Raj grunted as I tugged on his organ,
now achingly hard, and angled it towards my mouth.  I shifted my grip to
just thumb and forefinger and in one smooth motion sucked it in.  He tasted
salty, like sweat with just a hint of musk.  His skin smelled of cinnamon
mixed with little-boy funk.  I pressed my tongue up, moving the shaft back
and forth against the roof of my mouth and applying quick little puffs of
suction.

   That was all it took.  He must've been right on the edge - or, you know,
twelve years old, ALWAYS right on the edge.  "Owwwweeee!" he groaned, his
prepubescent voice breaking even higher.  His butt jerked up off the
carpet. His little tool swelled and bucked in my mouth.  His hands clawed
at the empty air.  I remembered from my own boyhood how intense those early
dry orgasms could be.  I slackened my lips enough so that the hot flesh
slid freely back and forth, but at the same time I pressed my hand down on
his smooth, brown abdomen to keep him from thrusting too deeply.  My gag
reflex was a lot more sensitive than Lilah's.  Perhaps if I'd started
fellating adults at age 7 like she had I'd be more accomplished now.  I
smiled around the skinny preteen cock at the thought as Raj heaved and
panted below me.

   When he stilled I slowly pulled off, my tongue dancing along the length
of the shaft.  Raj met my eyes briefly then looked away, still shy.  "Was
that good?" He nodded jerkily.  "First time with a guy?"

   "Yes, sir," he replied.  "Just Renee." And he blushed again, realizing
that he'd admitted to an adult that he was having sex with a ten-year-old
girl, two years his junior.  Who happened to be that adult's niece.

   I chuckled again and told the boy my first name.  "You really don't have
to call me 'sir' when I have your cock in my mouth.  I see why Renee likes
it, it's tasty.  She's good, but it takes a guy to know what a guy likes.
Anyway.  Get dressed and come on in to eat." My nonchalance obviously
puzzled the boy but before he could reply I levered myself over the seat,
hopped out the back door, and headed for the restaurant entrance.

   I quickly spotted the girls in one of the big round booths.  Moira was
picking at a salad.  Renee sat as far away from her as she could, eyeing
the young woman warily as she chowed down on a fish sandwich and fries. 
Two more meals sat mostly untouched on the table.  Glancing around, I
spotted Karen browsing the shelves in the attached convenience store.  When
she walked around an aisle end cap I saw Lilah was trailing along behind
her.  Her bare legs fairly glowed in the fluorescent lighting.

   I went to order.  Raj came in just as they were assembling my meal so we
ordered for him, too, and I carried our tray over to the booth just as
Karen and Lilah returned.  Renee got up and let the two of them slide in,
Lilah first.  Then Raj followed, Renee reseated herself and I sat on her
other side.  "Karen bought me a present," Lilah lisped around a mouthful of
french fries.

   "Really?  What?" I asked and in response the seven-year-old held up a
little silver charm bracelet.  I admired it.  Still shoveling in the food
with one hand, Lilah held out her other wrist and demanded that Karen put
it on her.  Karen unhooked the bracelet and started to comply but then a
thought seemed to strike her.  She glanced over Lilah's head at Moira and
quickly looked away.  Then she dropped the child's skinny wrist and reached
below the tabletop.  Lilah squeaked in surprise and toppled over against
Moira as Karen's hand came back up holding a pale, skinny ankle.  Lilah had
the suppleness of early childhood, enough that Karen could pull her one leg
straight up in the air without hurting her.  Still, her face got red and
she dropped both her hands beneath the table.  I remembered that tshirt was
all she was wearing, meaning her downstairs was probably thoroughly
air-conditioned.  I leaned over to see and, sure enough, the hem of the
tshirt was up around her waist and past that nothing but smooth pink skin
against the cool plastic of the booth.

   Karen rested her chin on the upturned sole of Lilah's foot - which was
rather grimy from the parking lot, and with her hands free she worked
deliberately to fasten the charm around the seven-year-old's ankle.  And it
was at just that moment that a young family walked by our table, two men
with a little boy about five or six years old.  The boy was wearing one of
those spiky rubber balls with the flashing LEDs on a lanyard around his
neck.  Unlike his dads, he was short enough to have a sightline beneath our
table.  His mouth dropped open in astonishment and he stopped dead for a
second right in front of us.  Before he could say anything one of the men
bumped into him from behind and all three walked to a table in the center
of the seating area.  The boy kept looking over at us.  Karen turned loose
of Lilah and she yanked her leg down, burying both hands between her thighs
to pull down her tshirt.  As her embarrassment faded she took a reciprocal
interest in the little boy, specifically in his blinkie.  She pointed and
demanded "I want one!" from Karen.

   Karen shrugged.  "I already bought you something; if you want more
you'll have to earn money yourself.  Now eat."

   Lilah did as she was told.  Her table manners were still atrocious and
she made short work of her meal.  In almost no time her fries were gone and
the wreckage of her dissected hamburger was scattered on the table.  There
was ketchup on her chin and some on the ends of her blond hair where it
swung against her face.  "Can I go play?" she asked, looking around the
table at Karen, me, and Moira in turn.  When no one said no, she slid off
the seat and crawled under the table.  She stood, carefully smoothing her
tshirt down for maximum coverage, and then ran for the playland, her skinny
thighs flashing as she barged through the door into the glass-walled
enclosure.

   I ate slowly, enjoying the sight of Lilah clambering around.  She was
pretty careful but she couldn't prevent an occasional flash of her tight
little butt as she swarmed up the ladder into the playhouse.  And the first
time she slid down the slide her shirt rode up entirely so that she landed
in the ball pit with her legs spread and her smooth little cunt completely
exposed.  She quickly covered herself with the plastic balls and readjusted
her clothing; from then on she was careful to grab the hem when she slid.

   Lilah was alone in the play area to start but after awhile she was
joined by the little boy who had gotten a peep show earlier.  At first they
played separately but as I watched they seemed to make friends.  At one
point they disappeared into the playhouse at the top of the ladder.  After
a few seconds Lilah's feet appeared out the opening at one end, heels up as
if she were lying on her stomach.  She twined her little toes together as
her dirty soles bobbed up and down.  Craning my neck slightly I spotted the
boy's face just visible through another hole in the structure.  His mouth
was open in that same O of astonishment he'd displayed earlier.  A bit
later the two of them came down the slide, Lilah head-first, and burrowed
into the ball pit.  They ended up seated nose-to-nose, buried up to their
chests in the colorful plastic spheres.  Lilah took one of the boy's hands
in both of hers and pulled it down into the pile.  Both her upper arms and
the one of his moved back and forth in matching rhythm.  After a few
seconds Lilah squirmed free, laughing.  The boy lifted his hand up and
stared at his extended index finger as if he'd never seen it before.  He
sniffed it tentatively and wrinkled his nose.

   At that point I got up to go to the bathroom.  When I got back Renee and
Raj had gathered up our trash and Karen had fetched Lilah.  It wasn't until
we were back in the truck, Moira again driving, that I realized that Lilah
now wore that spiky rubber ball around her own neck.  It started flashing
while she squirmed around on the seat, giggling and kicking her bare legs
as Karen's hand worked busily between them.  Karen leaned over and brushed
Lilah's blond hair behind her ear and whispered to her.  "Hey!" Lilah
called.  "Hey!" she repeated, gasping and laughing until I turned around.
"Guess where I...ah, haha!  Karen, stop tickling my babycunt!" Karen
stopped fondling her, but with both hands free she grabbed the hem of
Lilah's tshirt and hiked it up.  She fought to pull it off.  I watched the
little girl's naked body hungrily.  The shirt covered her head completely
and nothing else as she continued, "Guess where I got my necklace?" Her
voice was muffled.  "I whored it!" she cried, just as Karen pulled her
tshirt completely off.  Her hair puffed into a dandelion cloud around her
head and her glasses were a bit askew.  "I whored it!" the second-grader
repeated proudly as she splayed her legs wide, displaying her naked,
undeveloped body to me.  Then she surged up onto her knees, restrained by
her seatbelt, and tried to grab the shirt that Karen laughingly held just
out of reach.

   But Karen kept the shirt out of reach and Lilah ended up naked for the
rest of our trip.  The way she handled it contrasted with my memories of
Karen the first few times I had stripped her.  Lilah was embarrassed, sure.
But she was too young yet to have body-shame or much consciousness of the
social implications of public nudity; and she certainly didn't have Karen's
religious training and feelings that made her so conflicted about showing
her body to strangers, that deep-down conviction that the thing that
brought her the most pleasure in the world was terribly, terribly wrong. 
Plus for weeks now Karen had kept her undressed as much as possible.  At
least two or three times a week she would strip with Lilah for a quick
session of mutual masturbation or cunnilingus.  Karen was reluctant to
admit it but I was pretty sure she was even taking Lilah along on some of
her tricks.  More than once I had masturbated imagining the seven-year-old
watching her sixth-grade babysitter fucking some grown man.

   So Lilah didn't feel the deep, abiding humiliation that Karen had at
being forced to display her preteen body.  Sure, she would suddenly get
bashful and hunch over or clap her hands over her mound, hiding her sex. 
But then Karen would whisper in her ear, or lick one of her tiny pink
nipples, or stroke her fingers up and down her vulva and Lilah would relax
and forget that she was the only naked person in the car.  She waved gaily
at passing traffic, pulling silly faces secure in the knowledge that the
window tinting made her invisible.

   I had thought we were heading for the state park where I'd camped many
times before, but Moira surprised me by taking an earlier exit and then
sending us down a series of ever-smaller and more winding roads.  I thought
we were somewhere along the southern edge of the park but I couldn't tell
for sure.  After half an hour or so we were bumping carefully down a rutted
dirt road, barely a lane wide with heavy forest growth brushing across the
truck's side panels.  We came over a little rise and around a sharp bend
and the forest fell away.  We were in a ragged clearing of several acres,
bare dirt in some spots, brush and ragged sawgrass in others ranging from
ankle- to waist-high.  A white sheet billowing in the breeze caught my eye
off to one side; I looked and it resolved into a ragged tent.  Then as I
looked around more carefully I realized there was a whole collection of
tents, shacks, and shanties straggling around the edge of the clearing,
most half-concealed in the brush and overhanging tree limbs.  I powered
down my window and the smell of woodsmoke tickled my nose.  I also heard
the throaty chug of a generator.  A group of men and two women sat at a
long trestle table set up under a lone spreading oak maybe twenty yards
from where we had stopped.  Their faces turned towards us, displaying
varying degrees of curiosity and suspicion.  "Moira, where are we?" I
asked.

   Moira turned to look at me.  She was frowning, an expression I hardly
ever saw on her face, and she had nibbled away most of the bright red gloss
from her lower lip.  "You 'member that article I showed ya, 'bout the Julia
Tuttle Causeway in Miami?" Her Alabama accent was thicker than I ever
remembered hearing.

   "No, I don't think so...oh, wait." Enlightenment dawned.  "You're
kidding.  This is the same deal?"

   "Yep.  'Cept this ain't no official camp.  The laws're even worse here
than Florida.  Ain't no way to comply.  They don't want ya to, they wanna
lock 'em back up.  You stick around and follow their rules, sooner or later
y'all catch another case and back inside ya go.  So everyone kinda dropped
offa the grid, y'know?" Her expression darkened further.  "Lotsa these guys
were Daddy's friends." She laughed mirthlessly.  "Leastways, they were til
I grew titties." She put the truck in Park and killed the engine.  "Lilah's
gonna be real popular."

   Moira released her seatbelt, opened the door, and hopped out of the
truck.  She opened the back door and then Lilah squawked as Moira grabbed
her upper arm and pulled her outside.  "My clothes!" She hunched over,
pressing one arm against her chest and covering her prominent mound with
the other hand.

   "None o'that," Moira said sharply, and then the truck shook with a thump
as she shoved the second grader against the steel side panel none too
gently.  She held her there with a hand squeezing each thin upper arm. 
Sunlight and a warm breeze caressed her bare body.  Her vulva was still
pink and her clitty a little swollen from all the attention it had received
from Moira and Karen on the trip.  Her nipples stiffened into pink beads
and gooseflesh sprung out all over.  Her eyes were enormous behind her
glasses.  "You ain't gonna need to wear nothin' this week.  Now c'mon, you
gotta meet your new friends." LIlah whimpered softly as Moira pulled her
around to the other side of the truck into the full view of the adults
sitting at the table.  A couple of them stood and one greeted Moira by
name. Then their faces registered shock and delight when they realized she
was pulling a naked child along with her.  "Guys, I want y'all to meet
Lilah.  Tell 'em how old you are, kitten."

   Moira bent and whispered briefly in Lilah's ear then pulled her to stand
in front, holding her exposed with a firm grip on her bony shoulders. 
Lilah squirmed, digging her bare toes into the dirt.  She dropped her head,
peering at the adults through the curtain of her fine blond hair.  "I'm
theven years old," Lilah quavered, her lisp coming out under stress as it
tended to.  "I'm theven, and I'm learning how to be a whore."
   To be continued...

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