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   Spring Break Day 2: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 30 (Mg, rom, cons, 1st,
oral, anal) by Rufus Fugit

   "How come you don't want to fuck with me?" ten-year-old Renee asked. 
This was shaping up to be a weird night.

   The two of us were sitting cross-legged on the picnic table outside our
tent.  It was maybe three in the morning.  The moon was down, the cloud
cover was heavier and the breeze had fallen.  The only light was from two
still-guttering tiki torches of the ring placed around the table.  The only
sounds in the camp were crickets, the chuckling of the brook that ran past
on the other side of the rise, the occasional scuttle of a varmint through
the underbrush.  Oh, and also Lilah's soft, high-pitched, uneven snores as
the naked seven-year-old tossed in restless sleep in the dirt underneath
the table.  Lilah's slim, pale body was filthy and streaked with trails of
dried semen.  Her face was absolutely caked with jizz, and her crazily-dyed
hair was tangled and matted.  She was on her back with her head thrown
back. A small slit of blue was visible between sperm-clotted lashes.  Her
skinny legs were sprawled apart.  The ankle circled by cheap plastic beads
twitched occasionally.  Her blinkie pendant, batteries mostly exhausted,
glowed forlornly in the dirt a few feet away.  One arm was flung over her
head; the other hand cupped her tiny bald mound.  Her fingers moved
erratically, exposing the swollen, bright red skin of her labia.  The
second-grader's brick-red, irritated vulva shone like a beacon in the
flickering firelight; it had caught my eye as I had followed Renee out of
the tent.

   I hugged myself.  I was shirtless and it was a bit chilly in my worn
sweatpants.  Renee didn't seem to be bothered.  She was wearing her knit
snowboarder's cap, and that was all.  With no one around to see she was
unconcerned about being naked outside of the tent.  We were knee-to-knee on
the table, and I leaned forward and down so we were almost nose-to-nose as
well.  Completing the bizarre tableau was Renee's strapon.  It sprouted
from between her stocky thighs and the tip rested on her crossed ankles. 
Paler than her olive skin, it wobbled slightly as she spoke.  I had trouble
keeping my eyes off it.

   "I don't want to hurt you, kiddo.  You're a big girl now, but you're
still a girl.  Your cunt is still big-girl-sized and it's not ready yet for
a grown-up-sized penis." I reached out and stroked my hand fondly from her
shoulder down over her new boobie to her belly and back up.  I palmed her
nipple, feeling it stiffen a bit under my touch.  Her breasts were still
barely more than buds atop her baby fat but they had lately acquired a
slight, if definite roundness.  "Besides," I continued,"I love all the sex
we do right now." That was absolutely true.  Just talking about it, having
this frank discussion with a ten-year-old, I could feel myself starting to
harden inside my sweats.  "Like I told you last year, I don't care if we
never fuck.  Don't you remember?"

   "I remember.  I didn't want to fuck then, but now I do." Renee's voice
was completely matter-of-fact.  She might have been discussing joining
Little League.  "I had a dream, that we were doing sex and after you put
your thingy in my butt you put it in my cunt," she pointed to the orifice
in question in case my grasp of female juvenile anatomy was shaky.  "And I
almost had an orgasm, and then I woke up.  So I masturbated to get my
orgasm and when I thought of fucking I got more tingles than ever." The
child spoke without a trace of shame or self-consciousness.  I had
encouraged that frankness since the day I began grooming her to be my sex
toy but it was Renee's own irrepressible personality that made my efforts
so successful.

   "That's sweet, but it was still just a dream." It's not that I didn't
want to fuck Renee.  But we'd been having oral and anal sex for over a
year. She was comfortable with my penis in her mouth, or thrust full-length
into her rectum.  In fact there were a number of other penises she was also
comfortable with taking between her lips.  Mostly high-school boys and a
couple closer to her own age.  We had a deal that she let me vet any boy
who took her fancy first.  She'd bring them along on a playdate to my house
or contrive to run into me in her neighborhood.  If I approved of her
choice I'd give her the high sign and she'd take the boy out to the woods
or to see the cool stuff in my attic or somesuch.  She had developed pretty
good instincts; I'd only turned down one of her choices and that was
because he was a boy from my own neighborhood she had met while playing at
the lake.  In fact I'd recognized him as one of the participants in his
sister's Hallowe'en gangbang, her debut as a child prostitute.  He seemed
nice; I didn't want to poop where I ate, is all.

   Beyond that, Renee seemed to want to keep her sex life private and I
respected that - really, I was glad because it proved she wasn't inclined
to blab.  As much as I would have enjoyed watching her on her knees behind
the porta-classrooms after school with her mouth full of some
ninth-grader's penis, I was content to just imagine (and occasionally whack
off) to it.  And I knew that she had been Raj's substitute boy until he
found the nerve to come out.  She talked about that with me, mostly trying
to navigate the boy's confused emotions dealing with his family, but I knew
that their sex was mostly mutual masturbation and anal was mostly her
pitching.

   I was happy with my preteen lover and had no desire to possibly risk
that with tears and pain and blood.  "I'm just afraid you're still too
little."

   "I am not!" Renee was getting frustrated at my continued refusal.  "Look
what I can do!" And she flopped onto her back on the table.  With her legs
still crossed her pelvis was canted forwards.  Her strapon bounced against
her belly and sprang back upright, wobbling.  She grabbed the shaft with
her left hand and pulled, stretching the elastic bands around her waist and
thighs and uncovering her lovely bald vulva.  Her slit was pulled slightly
open from her spread position.  She put the first two fingers of her right
hand in her mouth.  They came out shiny with spit and then the
fourth-grader probed at herself.  Her little bicep flexed and her shoulder
came up as, with a moist sound those two fingers disappeared into her
cunny. Her two front teeth shone in the dim light as her mouth opened wide
and she sighed a quiet, explosive "AH!" at the self-penetration.  Her eyes
were big and round, and her face twisted in a grimace as she slowly pumped
in and out once, twice, three times, and then she pushed until her fingers
completely disappeared between her pudgy outer lips.  Her thighs tensed as
she pushed hard, and then relaxed.  Her fingers came out shiny.

   Renee pushed herself up on her left elbow and thrust her fingers into my
face.  "See?" she demanded.  "Now, please put your penis in me!"

   It wasn't the sight, the beautiful preteen sprawled naked on the table
with her legs spread and her freshly-penetrated cunny revealing a scarlet
flash of her inner tissues.  It wasn't the expression on her round face,
half-demanding, half-pleading.  It wasn't her hazel eyes gleaming in the
fading firelight.  It was the smell.  The sweet, subtle fragrance of my
child lover's girl parts, the fragrance I knew so well from a year of
diving between those smooth thighs.  I grabbed her hand and pressed her
sticky fingers to my face, inhaling deeply as my cock shot to full
erection. I jammed them between my lips, sucking and laving them with my
tongue.  Saliva flooded my mouth as her digits gave up her delicious
essence.  I closed my eyes and lost myself in the flavor and scent of
Renee's ten-year-old cunt - so familiar and yet still so exciting.

   I had to have it from the source.  I slid my knees backwards until I was
lying almost flat on the table.  I covered Renee's hand around the strapon
with my own and pulled it up and out of the way, exposing her cunny to my
gaze.  Her labia were slightly parted.  The hood of her clitoris protruded
just a little with the tip of her pleasure bud swelling inside.  It was
much smaller and smoother than her older sister's but it still bore a
noticeable family resemblance in the way it pointed slightly to one side.
It was flushing pinker as I watched.  Renee had no real inner lips yet,
just a tight slit but when I blew on her gently I was surprised to see them
part.  I used the thumb and index finger of my free hand to pry them
further open, revealing a darker red chamber and behind that a tiny hole
which, last time I'd looked, had been obstructed by the pale translucent
skin of her hymen.

   I craned my neck to suck her baby clitty into my mouth.  Her hips
twitched forward, her bald mound bumped my nose.  Her thighs were hot
against my cheeks, the night air cool on the back of my neck.  I swirled my
tongue around and around, feeling the elastic tissue slip back and forth
between my lips.  Renee sighed, then made a soft groan deep in her throat
as I moved down and pushed my tongue as far into her opening as I could.  I
wasn't much of a lingual athlete but I thought I could feel the edges of
her virgin opening on the tip.  Either way, my mouth was flooded with her
taste and I buried my nose against the smooth skin of her vulva and inhaled
the scent of her skin.  It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever smelled.
My erection was crushed against the table inside my sweats and the
stimulation of the pressure and the fleece lining brought me unexpectedly
almost to the edge.  I sat up awkwardly, pressing a hand against the root
of my cock and licking the last of Renee's baby juices off my lips.

   As the savor slowly faded, I opened my eyes to see Renee looking up at
me quizzically.  I was panting and my sweats were tented.  "All right," I
gasped, dropping her cock and getting up on my knees to yank off my
clothing.  My erection caught in the elastic waist and bounced up to slap
against my stomach.  "But you gotta take that off."

   "It's not fair.  If you could take yours off we could take turns," Renee
said with a smile as she shimmied her butt, then bent and lifted her legs
to remove her strapon.  She dropped the latex appliance onto the tabletop
with a thump.

   The brief glimpse of the child's puckered pink balloon knot drove the
last hesitation from my mind.  I pounced on the fourth-grader, looming over
her naked body and yanking her legs wide apart.  In a trice I had my cock
wedged between her chubby bald labia.  But that was as far as I got
initially.  She was wet, but it was little-girl wet - more sticky than
slippery.  "Pull yourself open," I husked, and Renee complied, using her
fingers to pry her lips apart.  The heat of her cunt against the tip of my
glans took my breath away, but I couldn't make any progress.  I pushed but
all I did was bend my shaft painfully.  Renee's face twisted in
frustration.

   Lubrication.  I needed lube.  Moira no doubt had some...somewhere...but
the last thing I wanted to do was spend time rooting through her stuff. 
Then I saw a flash of Lilah's pale skin through the gaps of the picnic
table's rough-hewn planks.  I vaulted off the table and before Renee could
ask what I was doing, dropped to my knees in front of the semiconscious
second-grader.  I fell forward, supporting myself with one hand while I
grabbed my shaft in the other and swiped it through the mess of semen and
drool coating her face.  Lilah snorted and moaned softly but didn't open
her eyes.  I rubbed the length of my shaft across her forehead, dragging my
balls over her chin and lips.  When I stood, my penis glistened with
Lilah's spit and the semen of an unknown number of strangers.

   I hopped back onto the table and leaned over the stocky ten-year-old. 
Her thick brown hair had come undone and fanned out underneath her cap and
draped off the edge of the table.  I brushed it out of the way and put one
hand flat next to her head to support myself.  My other hand guided my
cock. Renee reached under her splayed thighs with both hands and spread
herself open and again I socketed myself into her opening.  She was hot, so
hot,.  I pushed.  Her body still resisted but this time I could feel my
glans sliding as the mess I had gathered from Lilah's face squelched out
around the rim.  I grabbed the earflaps of her cap for leverage, looked
directly into her hazel eyes, and pushed again.  Harder.  Harder.  Harder!

   "AIII!" Renee cried out once, sharply, as her tiny vagina yielded to the
pressure.  My penis slid into the tightest, hottest grip I'd ever felt,
even tighter than her big sister had been.  I felt the opening stretch and
then seal around the lip of my cockhead.  I was inside Renee!  I was
fucking my ten-year-old lover!  The child's face showed shock and
discomfort but nothing more.  Her eyes and mouth stretched wide, her belly
hollowed and her boobies jiggled as she sucked in a giant breath.  I pushed
just a little more, experimentally and felt her cunt clench around my
mushroom.

   At that moment I had what you might call a revelation.  I realized that
this was the first time in over a year that I had had vaginal intercourse.
I'd never been much of a player, for sure; and the month or so from the
time that I had first raped Karen, when I had been fucking the
then-eleven-year-old daily, usually more than once, often more than twice,
had been the most frequent and most intense sexual experiences of my life.
But that had been for a specific purpose: self-preservation.  Convincing
the child that it was her God-given destiny to be a prostitute - sure, it
had been fun, but I'd never lost sight of the goal to make her too ashamed
of her own sexual activity to consider telling what she had seen me and
Renee doing on their couch that one morning.

   And once Karen was thoroughly convinced - some might say brainwashed -
and out on her own, I had refocused my passion on Renee.  Renee, who at age
nine and now ten had not lost her simple, innocent enjoyment of sexual
pleasure, whose sense of fun informed our intimate play as much as any
other activity a preteen might engage in.  But of course until now
penetration had been oral and anal only, for fear of injury or, worse,
discovery.

   As my penis sank into the fourth-grader's tender snatch for the first
time all that was flashing through my big head.  But what was flashing
through the little head was "OMG OMG OMG ten-year-old pussy OMG OMG," and
you know which one was louder.  In an instant I boiled over and without
warning I was ejaculating into the little girl, squirting gob after gob of
hot semen .  She jumped as each shot splashed off her immature cervix.  Her
involuntary motions magnified my pleasure until it was almost unendurable.
My body started trembling uncontrollably.  I moaned, long and low.  The
sensations were so intense I felt like I was blacking out and it was all I
could do to keep myself from collapsing on top of the child's much smaller
body.

   Finally the waves of orgasm receded and my vision cleared.  Renee was
looking up at me.  "You squirted," she said matter-of-factly.  "Is it
always that quick?"

   I was panting like a marathoner.  "No, honey," I managed to gasp out. 
"And I'm not done yet." I pushed again and felt her tight vaginal ring
creep slowly down the upper part of my shaft.  I looked down to see.  Her
vulva bulged, her labia stretched and distorted from the girth of my adult
organ between them.  The pale, smooth skin contrasted with the dark,
striated skin of my straining erection.  I had gotten so used to kissing
and fondling her that I had stopped comparing her to the adult women I had
known.  But penetrated like this it was shockingly clear how small she was.

   "Ngh!" Renee jerked and slapped a hand against my chest.  I had bottomed
out.  Maybe half my length was still outside her.  Her stretched labia were
rimmed with her own clear juice and cum seeping past the tight seal of her
vagina around me.  I backed off and then pressed forward again but stopped
short of butting into the entrance to her immature womb.  We moaned
together as skin slid over skin.  Her cunt was clenching and twisting
around me, hot and oh so tight.  I could already feel myself starting to
build towards a second climax.  I let my head hang down so our foreheads
were almost touching.  "Is that OK?" I gasped out.

   "Uh, uh, uh-huh," Renee replied.  I could feel her breath on my face.  I
set a short rhythm, no more than half an inch or so in and out.  Renee's
heels bounced against the backs of my knees with each thrust.  Her hat fell
off and dropped onto the ground.  "It feels...way bigger...than it is..."
she panted.  "How come?"

   "First time," I said.  "But you like it?  You like me fucking your cunt?
You like my big cock stuffed inside you, squirting you full of my cum?"

   Renee picked up on what I was doing and replied in kind.  "Oh, yah, I
like fucking," she said, her eyes dancing.  From the very first times I had
fondled her I'd encouraged the preteen to verbalize.  She was completely
unselfconscious about talking the filthiest smut and it never failed to
increase my own excitement.  "Your penis is really hot," she continued. 
"I'm getting tingly.  You're, like, rubbing my button from inside.  It
feels really good.  Fuck me, oh, oh, oh fuck me, oh, oo,
ooooOOOOOoooOOOOO!!" Her voice rose and fell, rose and fell as I pumped her
juvenile cunny.  As she spoke I gave my attention to the rest of her
beautiful budding form.  I rested my weight on my elbows and palmed her
tiny boobies, stroking them and flicking her stiff little nips with my
fingertips.  She shivered as I dragged my fingernails lightly over her
ribcage.  I leaned down to kiss her.  It was a bit awkward since she was so
much smaller than me.  She giggled when my tongue poked into her mouth, bit
it softly and then made a spitting noise through her laughter.

   I varied my short stroke, grinding the coffee a bit and eliciting a
groan as I stretched her in different directions.  I glanced down; her
labia were pale and taut.  Her clitty was a dark red bud squeezed between
her flesh and mine.  I rolled forward, forcing the child to push her hips
further upward.  Her heels landed somewhere around my shoulderblades as I
reached a hand beneath where we were joined.  I lifted my scrotum to one
side, probed gently, and - yes!  - there it was.  In one smooth push I
shoved my index finger up her ass and pumped it hard, pushing up to feel my
manly appendage through her rectal and vaginal walls.

   Sweat popped out on Renee's forehead and pooled between her jiggling
titties.  A flush spread across her neck and upper chest. 
"oooOOOoooOOOOAAII!" Her voice rose to a shriek as she arched her spine,
threw her head back and squeezed her thighs against my hips.  Her cunt and
asshole both clamped down even tighter and then her baby pussy it seemed to
ripple along its entire length.  I could see her belly shivering around the
bulge of my invading tool and the increased friction did for me.  My balls
pulled up tight against my body.

   "Oh!  Renee!  I love you!  Love your cunt!  Love you!  Your cunt!" I
chanted as my second cum burned its way up my shaft and spurted into my
ten-year-old lover.

   "Ohhhhh, we're fucking!  You're...you're fucking me...like a whore!" she
said, and dissolved in breathy giggles.  I joined her, when I had my breath
back.  I eased myself lower, pressing our bodies together without putting
my full weight on her.  I could feel her heart hammering in her chest, even
faster than mine.  Strands of hair were plastered across her damp forehead.
I was sweaty too; a drop of perspiration dripped off my nose to plash right
between her eyes.

   We cuddled there on the table for a few minutes.  I rubbed my face into
hers, against her cheek, on her neck, licking up the delicious taste of her
sweaty skin.  But I chilled rapidly in the predawn air and finally I pulled
away.

   Renee hissed softly as my penis slid out of her.  A flood of pink-tinged
semen oozed into my palm as I eased my finger out of her ass.  Her labia
were flushed and irritated; her clit was still erect and quite red.  Her
butthole, too, was swollen and shiny.  She lay spreadeagled, wincing
slightly as she experimentally moved her spread thighs.  Cum puddled on the
table underneath her ass and oozed between the planks.  By the time I had
picked up my pants and Renee's hat and helped her dismount, a dollop of my
jizz had plopped onto Lilah's slim back.

   I supported Renee with my arm around her shoulders as she limped back to
the tent.  She was obviously sore.  For that matter, I was too.  My nuts
ached and my softened willy throbbed after twice ejaculating through the
drastic constriction of my niece's preteen cunt.  ""Fuck me like a whore?'"
I asked, nudging her with my elbow.

   She shrugged.  "I know you liked fucking Karen."

   "Yeah, she's fun.  But," I stopped and bent to look in Renee's eyes.  I
brushed her thick hair back over her bare shoulders.  "She's just a silly
whore.  You're my lover.  I love fucking you.  I love you."

   "Yeah, okay.  I'm tired now." Well.  Ten years old, after all, and
unlikely to be impressed by declarations of romantic love.  We made it back
into the tent and collapsed on my pallet.  I was asleep again before Renee
had finished snuggling herself into position.

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