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   Spring Break Day 1: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 28 (Mb, Mg, Gg, trans,
voy, mast, oral, anal, spank, bond, cons, prost, oral, exhib, drugs) by
Rufus Fugit

   It was dim and stuffy inside the makeshift plywood A-frame.  Really, it
was little more than an overgrown wooden pup tent.  The front and back were
draped with a grotty vinyl tarp.  There were water stains on the underside
of the wood.  It smelled like mildew and old, dried spunk.  Before my eyes
adjusted I stepped on something crusty yet damp.  I was thankfully
distracted from the disgusting feeling on my bare sole once I could see.

   The owner of the hovel, a young man in his early 20s, was slumped in a
folding camp chair.  His elbows rested on the fabric arms.  One hand was
gently tapping the top of a beer can stuclk in the chair's cupholder.  The
other hand was on the back of Raj's neck, holding the Indian boy's face
into his crotch.  Man and boy were both naked.  The man's dirty jeans were
around his ankles.  His pale knees framed Raj's dark brown skin.  The young
boy knelt on his discarded clothing.  His shoes were off to one side,
carefully aligned and each with a sock folded neatly across it.  I stepped
to the side, ducking my head to avoid the moldy ceiling, to watch Raj
bobbing enthusiastically on the man's cock.  I couldn't actually see much
of the organ itself.  Raj had one fist wrapped around the base and most of
the rest of the shaft was in his mouth.  He cupped the man's scrotum in his
other hand, gently working his balls back and forth.  His cheeks hollowed
as he slurped and pulled back, revealing several inches of shiny, spit-wet
penis.  Then he plunged back down and his cheeks puffed out until he looked
like a little brown squirrel.

   It was clear that his partner's hand was just resting on the back of his
neck, not forcing or even guiding him.  The boy worked enthusiastically. 
Saliva dribbled down his chin as he tightened his lips around the man-meat
and shook his head slightly from side to side.  Then he pulled off entirely
and painted his tongue across the glans, flicking back and forth to tease
the rim of the mushroom.  His dark eyes were shiny as he gazed up across
his partner's smooth muscled chest.  For the first time since I'd known the
kid he actually looked happy.

   "He's doin' it just like I taught him," Renee's half-whispered comment
took me by surprise.  I hadn't seen her at first .  She was cross-legged on
a ragged mattress, spine straight the way we practiced in the dojo.  Her
book was sitting next to her, unread.  Her attention was fixed on her older
friend's noisy, enthusiastic fellatio.  I folded myself into a similar
position beside her, ignoring the puff of dust and the dirty-laundry smell
that rose up from the mattress.  I put an arm around the young girl's
shoulder and she leaned against me companionably.

   "How'd you teach him?" I asked.

   Renee glanced at me quizzically, then looked back at the action.  "I
sucked him and, you know, did all the stuff you like best and the other
guys...I mean..." She faltered, perhaps not having intended to admit that
last bit.

   I nudged her shoulder.  "'Sokay," was all I said.  Plenty of time to
discuss that later.

   "Um...and then, then I have him practice on me.  I mean, I can't really
tell if he's doing it right but he got used to it, to having a thing in his
mouth, and now he isn't scared or like that." She jerked her chin at her
friend and I had to agree.  His eyes had drifted closed and he was bouncing
up and down on his knees slightly as his head bobbed.  I caught the
occasional glimpse of his hairless, chocolate-colored penis slapping gently
against his belly.  It looked painfully stiff.

   Like mine.  The images Renee's description conjured were even wilder
than what was right in front of my face.  "Wow, that sounds hot," I
whispered into her ear.  "Wish I could've watched." Renee shrugged.  She
just didn't get visual stimulation yet.  For almost two years I'd been
teaching her sex play and she was completely attuned to the pleasures her
preadolescent body could feel, but all she was interested in was that
direct physical sensation.  She took her pleasure greedily but she didn't
get any thrill from thinking about it or watching it or imagining it or
anything but doing it in the moment.

   Or maybe that was starting to change.  As I gently hugged my preteen
lover I realized that her shoulder muscle was still flexing rhythmically.
But not in a shrug.  I leaned close to whisper again.  "Are you
masturbating?" My breath stirred the soft hair at the nape of her neck and
she shivered.

   "Yes," she answered simply.  "I think I like watching gay boys." That
was Renee - simple, uncomplicated, direct, and so far as I could tell
completely without shame.

   "Want me to help?" Without waiting for an answer I slid my hand down
from her shoulder and inside the bib of her overalls.  I tugged on her
shirttail, raising it enough that I could work my hand inside.  I felt her
belly and then cupped one firm plum-sized boobie.  The nipple was firm and
hot in my hand.

   "Not there," Renee whispered.  "Down." Her wish was my command.  I moved
my hand back down to her belly and then lower, until my knuckles bumped
against the molded latex of her prosthetic.  She had her hand wrapped
around the base of the shaft, not jerking it the way a boy would, but kind
of a stirring motion, while at the same time rotating her hips slightly to
get friction against her actual genitals.  I closed my hand over hers for a
few seconds, and then worked around until I could get inside her panties.
It was even hotter in there than her preteen titty.  I inched my fingers
behind the leather panel of the strapon until I felt slick, moist
girlflesh. I wriggled my thumb until it found the crease between her chubby
labia, then moved it up and down, pressing gently inwards until I felt her
pleasure bud pop out and I could roll my digit gently over it.  Renee
tensed and bit her lip.

   "That's it, sweetie," I whispered.  "You keep jacking off your big penis
and I'll make you feel good." My own tool was hard again and pressing
against the crease of my thigh.  I never tired of talking like this to
Renee.  I loved the idea that I had trained a ten-year-old to be
comfortable with language that would disgust plenty of adults.

   I pushed deep into her slit, finding the opening made by her undeveloped
inner lips and ever so slightly stretching it with my fingertip.  The child
put her head back and a high-pitched grunt escaped her lips.  I wiggled
upwards, gathering her preteen slickness to press against her clit, and
then back down to again ring her virgin hole.  Her breath came in quick
little snorts through her nose and her arm moved more quickly and
vigorously in her lap.  I reached across with my free hand and unhooked her
overalls.  The bib fell forwards, exposing the latex penis sprouting
incongruously from the child's Hello Kitty panties.  The tip wobbled back
and forth as Renee moved her grip around.  She was starting to hunch
herself harder against it and she resisted when I pressed her backwards
onto the musty pallet.  Her legs stayed flat and when I rolled over I was
resting my chest on her crossed ankles.  She struggled briefly as I worked
her overalls down her hips and then tugged at the lace edging of her
underwear to free the strapon.  It bounced free and waved back and forth
like a metronome.  I looked past it, over the low hillocks of her
just-developing chest.  She dropped her chin and met my gaze.

   Renee started to complain about the way I'd taken her pants down with
other people in the room but I cut her off.  "It's fine.  No one here
thinks you're a whore or anything.  We're just friends having some fun
together, right?" I tossed over my shoulder at the dreadlocked young man
being knob-gobbled by Raj.  Without waiting for a response I turned back to
Renee.  "And now," I pushed my body forwards and raised up slightly to look
straight into her hazel eyes, "I'm going to suck your cock, little girl!" I
suited action to word, plunging my lips down onto the latex glans and
slurping back off noisily.  "Oh my god!" I exclaimed theatrically, "What a
beautiful cock you have, Renee, it's so tasty, I love sucking it." I
fastened my lips around the shaft and dragged my tongue along the molded
surface.  It tasted of sweat and Renee's little-girl musk.  I worked my
hand back beneath the leather and frigged her some more.  Her cunny was
wetter than I remembered it getting.  I twirled my finger around her stiff
little clit while at the same time pushing my thumb back and forth at her
opening, again stretching those tight inner lips enough to make the
fourth-grader squirm.  My own cock was stiff and burning as I lay on it,
shifting my weight to roll it back and forth against the edge of the
mattress.

   My nuts were aching for release, to relax the erection I'd had for most
of the day.  I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise.  "Are you going
to squirt for me, Renee?" I mumbled.  "Is your big cock going to spray my
mouth full of hot cum?"

   "Uh huh, uh huh," Renee nodded her head jerkily.  The two of us were
lost in the fantasy together, the ten-year-old girl with her hair in a
ponytail, her innocent face flushed and happy, with her adult-sized
erection buried in my mouth.  Her breath came fast and harsh now and her
belly heaved beneath the flannel shirt.  All the while our gazes were
locked together.  Her serious hazel eyes shone.

   We were distracted by a gulp and a choking cough behind me.  Renee
pushed herself up on her elbows.  Her cock popped out of my mouth as I
rolled over.  Raj's bare back was humped in the air and he appeared to be
struggling not to gag as his mouth filled with actual, not imaginary semen.
I realized this must be the first real penis he'd ever put in his mouth. 
The man he was sucking off made no move to force him or hold him down on
his fountain; it was Raj's own determination.  His slim brown body quivered
as he swallowed again and again, breathing through his nose.  But while he
held his mouth over the adult's penis he couldn't stop a fit of coughing.
Sperm and spit flew from his lips, spattering the guy's blonde pubes and
dripping greyish streaks onto Raj's dark thighs.

   "So what's your story?" I asked later.  Raj was still naked.  He had
rolled on his side with one leg folded beneath him.  He was gripping his
still-hard penis with one hand.  His head was pillowed on a pale thigh. 
Cum was drying on his chin and his thin lower lip.  He looked up
worshipfully at the young man he had just eaten.  When he looked over at me
embarrassment sent his gaze skipping around the room.

   I was lying on the mattress.  Renee was plastered against my side like a
sexy little limpet.  Her head rested on my chest.  Her penis lay across my
thigh, and she was absently stroking and patting the bulge in my jeans of
my own, increasingly uncomfortable hardon.

   "I was seventeen and he was fourteen," the guy said laconically, shaking
out his dreadlocks.  "And his daddy was one of those shithouse-rat-crazy
Baptists.  And he was best buddies with the prosecutor.  So I ended up with
a felony and Tim got sent to one of those bullshit pray-away-the-gay
brainwashing camps.  He hung himself.  Never even got to say goodbye." His
face clouded.  "I got probation, didn't do no time, but they don't let
gen-you-wine registered child sex criminals finish high school.  Or get a
job, or find a place to live, or any goddam thing."

   "That's not fair!" Raj burst out.

   The young man rubbed his black hair.  "Guess it is what it is, you know?
Anyways, they call me Banker.  What's your name?"

   Raj's cheeks colored as he realized he'd gotten naked and swallowed this
guy's cum before he even knew his name.  "Raj," he squeaked out, his voice
breaking.

   "Pleased to meet you," Banker said, grabbing his limp penis and slapping
it lightly against Raj's nose.  I chuckled.  Banker produced a joint from
somewhere in the tangle of his hair.  "You guys wanna smoke."

   Renee wrinkled her nose.  "No, we gotta get back," I said.  "The show's
going to start pretty soon." Renee was already sitting up.  She reached
into her panties and scratched herself, then adjusted her strapon so it
laid straight �up against her belly.  She sniffed her fingers.  I was
mesmerized by the child's unconscious sexiness.  I must've looked pole-axed
because as she refastened her overalls I caught her looking back at me with
that "adults are all crazy" expression.

   "Can I stay?" Raj asked tentatively.  But he was looking at Renee, not
me.  She shrugged.  "Yeah, I think he's nice.  He can be your boyfriend."
The boy was obviously relieved that Renee approved.  Banker blew out a
lungful of sweet blue smoke.  As we left the tent I heard him mumble, "Your
turn now," and Raj's gasp.

   "I have to make Moira stop," Renee declared as we walked hand-in-hand.
Her grip was firm and warm.  The sun had disappeared behind the ridge line
and though the sky was still bright, gloom was thickening under the trees.
The smell of damp earth and apple blossoms was heavy.  The dust was cool on
my toes.  "She hurt Karen."

   "Yeah, something's wrong with her." I agreed.  "She's got a secret and
she won't tell me.  You remember when we met her at the beach?" Renee
nodded.  "At the beach" remained our personal shorthand for the events of
two Christmases past.  I had coerced Karen into all manner of sexual
activity, and I had convinced her that it was her destiny to be a
prostitute, but it was Moira who had taught her how to sell her body to
strangers.  I had already destroyed her innocence by the time we arrived at
the vacation cottage, but Moira was the one who had broken her will,
changed her from a reluctant victim of sexual abuse to an eager, nay,
insatiable whore.  "When she was mean to Karen at the beach it was only to
make sure that Karen learned what she needed to know."

   "Like how to find boys," Renee said.  "So she could fuck whenever her
babycunt got hot and she wouldn't be sad all the time," she continued,
repeating the depraved rationale I had given her for repeatedly raping an
eleven-year-old girl and then forcing her into prostitution.

   "Right.  Smart kid," I smiled down at her.  "But now something's bugging
her and it's making her mean just to be mean.  She doesn't want to tell
what it is so I have to figure it out.  You can to help me by watching her.
Don't let her know, but watch her."

   "You mean, like, Harriet the spy?" She held up the book she had been
working on all day.

   "Exactly like that." I grinned, as we approached our campsite.  We heard
a familiar ripping sound just before we came around the bushes that
screened the tent from our direction.  It came twice more, interspersed
with LIlah's voice giggling and babbling confusedly, and then we saw them.

   The picnic table had been dragged away from our tent and tiki torches
had been planted in a wide circle around it.  Moira was lighting each in
turn with a silver Zippo.  In the flare I saw one side was engraved with a
cartoon heart.  It looked familiar; I blinked when I realized it was the
same design tattooed on her vulva.

   The growing torchlight caught the highlights in Karen's hair.  She had
brushed it out and it fell in golden waves over her shoulders and down her
back, to nearly the same length as the short, silky blue robe she was
wearing.  The robe just about covered her pert buttocks, making her shapely
legs look even longer.  Her bare feet were dusty.  As she turned I saw the
robe had no tie.  It hung open, displaying her collarbone, sternum, navel,
abdomen, and her tuft of silky blonde pubic hair.  Her inner lips were
slightly open, framing the dark, twisted knot of her clitoris.  Moisture
seeped in the flickering light as she moved, her pale limbs flashing in a
combination of adolescent awkwardness and the beginnings of womanly grace.

   She was arranging Lilah on top of the picnic table.  There was a pillow
under the seven-year-old's knobby knees and another under her skinny chest.
Her chin hung off the end of the weathered planks and her little bare ass
poked up in the air.  She wasn't on her elbows or hands because her wrists
were duct taped to the insides of her ankles.  Her arms were underneath
her, elbows slightly bent and pointed together.  Her fingers twitched
aimlessly.  It didn't look particularly comfortable, but the child didn't
seem to mind; she was still completely high and, if what I read about
Ecstasy was accurate, would be for hours yet.  I couldn't believe it, the
little girl was trussed up like a fucking Christmas turkey.  Her toes
curled and flexed as Karen ran her hands up and down her back.  Giggles
came from behind the short curtain of thick blond hair hanging down over
her face.  The giggles became a squeal as Karen grabbed Lilah's butt cheeks
and pried them apart, digging her fingers into the soft flesh and exposing
a sweet pink pucker.  Karen tipped a bottle of vegetable oil, and shiny
runnels trailed down Lilah's arched back and between her cheeks, coating
her from butthole to mound.  Karen rubbed her index finger around and
around Lilah's asshole as the little girl sighed and wriggled.  Then her
finger moved downward, stroking the length of her slit - and then pushing
in.

   "OwowOW!" Lilah gasped as Karen's finger penetrated.  Her whole body
stiffened.  Her feet came up off the table and her fingers clutched
convulsively at her ankles.  Karen slid her finger up higher, across the
child's perineum, and she relaxed.

   It was too much.  Karen, dressed only in the skimpy robe with her long
legs bare and her barely-furred pubis exposed.  Lilah, naked, bound wrists
to ankles, pale skin shiny with oil and sweat.  I unsnapped my jeans,
reducing the painful pressure on my erect penis, and stepped forward.

   A corner of my mind registered Renee tugging on my sleeve.  I was barely
able to tear my eyes away from Lilah's form.  "She's leaving," Renee
whispered, pointing at Moira disappearing outside the circle of torchlight.
"Should I spy?"

   "Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever." I gulped.  My preteen lover was instantly
forgotten as Lilah's gleaming body filled my vision.  I held my hands over
her back, feeling the heat rising off her.  I couldn't stop myself from
touching the second-grader, and why would I want to?  I ran my palms
lightly over the corrugations of her ribcage.  My thumbs met at the knobs
of her spine.  I leaned forward to knead her small buttocks.  My fingers
touched Karen's and our eyes met across the child's body.  Her robe was
shrugged back on her shoulders, baring her beautiful teacup breasts.  Her
nipples were swollen like delicious strawberries.  She had put a band-aid
over the cigarette burn.  "You made a whore," I whispered hoarsely.  Her
eyes widened in surprise and her tongue darted out to lick her lips.  "You
made a whore...oh my!"

   There was gentle pressure against my penis, pressure and then warmth and
moisture.  I looked down to see Lilah kissing up and down the bulge in my
underwear.  Kissing, then opening her mouth and lipping up and down.  Oh
shit, seven years old and she couldn't wait for me to get my shorts off.  I
grabbed her hair and yanked her head up so I could look into her blue eyes.
They were bloodshot and the pupils were enormously dilated.  I pulled down
the waistband of my briefs with my free hand.  My cock popped out, striking
Lilah right on the bridge of her snub nose and splashing precum onto her
forehead.  Her eyes crossed as she tried to focus on it but then her mouth
opened like a baby bird waiting for a worm.  The torchlight reflected off
her new front teeth.

   I didn't need any more invitation.  "Oh, FUCK!" I gasped as I pushed my
cockhead into Lilah's mouth.  Her stretched lips clamped around it and
immediately her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard.  Then they bulged as I
thrusted.  The long drive, watching Karen abuse the child and then be
abused in turn, masturbating Renee, blowing Raj and then seeing him suck
his first real cock - I couldn't wait any longer.  The skin of my penis
felt stretched to bursting and the heat and moisture of Lilah's little
mouth, the feeling of her tongue sliding across my glans set me aflame.  I
turned loose of the child's hair.  Her stressed position made it too hard
for her to hold her head up and her lips slid down another inch.  This was
no time for finesse.  I grabbed her ears and shoved home.

   Lilah's squeak of protest turned into a gag as my cockhead wedged into
her gullet.  But I pulled on her ears and pushed with my hips, and was
rewarded with a glorious rippling squeeze as the child swallowed and my
penis pushed into her throat.  Her head and body jerked as she
instinctively fought the obstruction of her breathing.  But I clamped my
palms over her ears and dug my fingers into their backs and pulled and
pushed steadily.  Slowly, agonizingly, tantalizingly, ecstatically slowly
the second-grader's lips slid down the shaft and the astonishing heat of
her mouth engulfed me.  Slowly the tight ring of her throat slid down my
swollen glans.  The resistance at the flare became almost too much; my
shaft tried to bend but there was nowhere to go so it...compressed.  A deep
ache from the center of the shaft almost made me stop but just when the
pain was almost too much, I felt more than heard a pop, Lilah's jaws gaped
even wider and her neck bulged, and her nose slowly sank into the crinkled
pubes sprouting from the base of my shaft.

   It was an incredible sight.  looking down at the entire length of my
penis disappearing between the seven-year-old's straining lips.  Tears were
streaming from her eyes, snot ran from her nose, and drool and mucus
dribbled from her lips.  She choked and gagged and her immature body jerked
as she struggled for breath, but I held her fast.  And if the sight was
incredible, the sensations were infinitely moreso.  My cock was enveloped
in a tight, hot, twisting sheath, pulsing and squeezing the head as Lilah's
throat strained to swallow over and over.  I didn't even mind the pinch of
her front teeth digging into my root.  If anything, the sting made the
pleasure even more intense.

   There was a sharp smack of flesh on flesh and the child's whole body
leapt and I yelped as those outsized front teeth bit down hard.  I twisted
Lilah's ears to force her head back and ease the pressure.  I looked up to
see Karen staring hungrily over Lilah's severely arched back.  Her eyes
were fixed on Lilah's nose buried in my bush.  The fingers of her left hand
dug into the pale flesh of Lilah's buttocks and her thumb was buried in the
child's asshole.  Her other hand was raised.  The fingers were shiny with
oil and sweat and Lilah's baby juices, and then she landed another stinging
blow on Lilah's upturned vulva and again the second-grader jumped and her
teeth dug into my cock.

   I looked down.  Lilah's face was dark red, almost purple in the
flickering torchlight.  I pulled backwards on her ears and yanked my penis
out of her throat.  She dragged in a huge breath and immediately began to
choke and cough as mucus and precum were sucked into her windpipe.  I dug
my ring and pinky fingers of both hands into the hinge of her jaw to keep
her mouth from clamping shut on my burning shaft.  "Huuuh, uh-huuuuh,
uh-huuuh," she gasped and then "uh-huuugGHHLGHARGH!" as I rammed back into
her to full depth.

   "Look at your whore, Karen," I gritted out between clenched teeth.  My
eyes squeezed shut and I felt my nuts pull up against the little girl's
pointed chin.  "Look at what your whore can DOOO!" I threw my head back and
the first shot boiled up through my shaft, past the constriction of Lilah's
tiny gullet and fired straight down into her stomach.

   Each spasm burned its way up my cock and past the constriction of
Lilah's throat.  One, two, three, shots and then I pulled back.  Two more
went into Lilah's mouth, and then I was out and the weakening discharge
plopped onto her face and hair.  She coughed, trying to breathe and clear
her throat simultaneously and succeeding at neither.  Sperm dribbled out of
her mouth and on to her LED necklace, the spiked ball that I only now
realized she was still wearing.  "Oooooh, oooooh," she groaned in a
clotted, hoarse voice as Karen continued spanking her abused bare little
pussy.  A deep, throbbing ache spread from my testicles up through my
abdomen.  I suddenly realized I was exhausted and drenched in sweat despite
the rapidly cooling mountain air.

   With my eyes still slitted, my penis still tingling and burning from
Lilah's incredible deep throating skills, I sensed more than saw that we
weren't alone.  Blinking to clear my eyes and focus my vision, I realized
that we were surrounded by men, all of them gazing hungrily at the two
children.

   "Guys, the buffet is open," I mumbled, and staggered off towards the
latrine.
   To be continued...

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