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Jenny's Couch
by Rufus Fugit (rufusfugit@yahoo.com)
***
Long, careful planning comes to fruition with a 9-year-
old cutie. (Mg, extreme-ped, mast, oral, 1st, mild-bd)
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Author's Notes: This is an erotic story featuring
adults and children. If you don't want to read such a
thing, don't. If it's illegal for you to read it
whoever and wherever you are, I don't really care.
Don't read it, or don't get caught. Either way, that's
your problem.
This is my story. It may be freely distributed and
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so long as authorship is properly credited and these
introductory paragraphs are included. If you can find
someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you
steal it for that purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck
you.
This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or
adults or anything were involved in its production.
What part of "made up" don't you understand?
Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit
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I was spending the night on my sister-in-law's couch.
Back then I was living about two hours outside the city
and we had spent the evening at an unbearably tedious
meeting of the board of a non-profit organization we
served on. Thanks to one board member in particular the
meeting went far longer than it should have; I spent
most of that time fantasizing about jamming a hardback
copy of Robert's Rules of Order right up his fat ass.
With a jackhammer. By the time we got done it was
pretty late and Jenny (actually my brother's wife's
brother's wife) offered me crash space and I gratefully
accepted.
I was happy to be spared the long drive home after
dark, but I was happier at the thought of spending a
night in the same house with Jenny's nine-year-old
daughter, Renee. Despite the nominal nature of our
relationship, Jenny and I had become good friends and I
had gotten really close to her family. I had gotten
especially close to Renee in the four years I'd known
her. It had taken her a while to warm up to me but by
the time she was six we were fast friends. By the time
she was seven we were something more, as I had begun
"grooming" her, I guess is the conventional phrase -
first accidentally, but later as part of a deliberately
planned campaign.
It started two Thanksgivings ago. We had all eaten the
holiday meal at my brother's vacation home and stayed
over the night. Friday morning I was watching some
cartoons when Renee bounced in and plopped herself in
my lap to join me. She was wearing panties and a
sleeveless shorty nightgown, probably last year's
because the hem barely reached her waist when she sat.
The compact warmth of her, and the sweet scent of her
baby shampoo were somewhat arousing.
I began gently stroking her shoulders and arms and as
she continued to seem completely absorbed in the TV I
gradually became bolder and reached up under her
nightie to stroke the smooth skin of her back up and
down, tracing the outlines of her shoulder blades.
Nothing more than that happened, and after ten minutes
or so when someone called her from the kitchen to come
have some cereal her warm little butt left behind an
uncomfortable boner.
There were a couple similar incidents over the next few
months, but it was shortly after her eighth birthday
that my intentions changed from taking opportunities to
making them. Jenny's husband, Rob, and I had taken
Renee and her next oldest sister, Karen, on an
overnight trip - there was a special exhibit of
animatronic dinosaurs at a science museum at the other
end of the state, and the older girl was nuts for them
at that time. The girls' father worked second shift so
he was used to rising late and was the heaviest,
soundest sleeper I've ever known. We were all sharing a
motel room. Rob and I had the beds and the girls were
on the floor in sleeping bags. They woke long before
him and, bored, climbed into my bed when I showed signs
of wakefulness. Tickling and a lot of muffled laughter
and "shhh's" ensued, but after Karen lost interest and
turned on the TV it turned into something more.
Renee was lying on her back next to me under the
covers. Propped on one elbow, my back shielding the
motion from her sister, I began gently fondling her
chest, tweaking her tiny pink nipples and palming the
little mounds of baby fat that would one day be
breasts. I pushed her nightie up around her neck and
spent half an hour or more lovingly touching every inch
of her exposed skin from her collarbone down to her
knees. I wasn't bold enough yet to reach underneath the
elastic of her yellow cotton panties, but a couple of
times I stroked over the top of them, even laying a
finger down the length of her slit and pressing gently.
Renee was a little fireplug of a girl. Not fat, not at
all, but short for her age and solidly built. She lay
quiet beneath my unquestionably improper touching, her
eyes closed and a little half smile playing across her
face. Occasionally she would take a deep breath,
hollowing out her little girl belly and pushing her
ribs into relief, and gust it out in a soft sigh of
pleasure.
Her waist-length brown hair was done up in two braids
spread across the pillow, and as I lay next to her I
noted two tiny moles on her jawline, just below her
delicate little left ear. Those tiny moles now became
my obsession, the sight of them inextricably linked
with the sense memory of the throbbing erection and
blue balls I carried around for the rest of that
morning.
When I heard her father stirring in the other bed I
leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You're so
pretty," and gently pressed my closed lips to hers. Her
hazel eyes opened and looked into mine, her expression
inscrutable. I couldn't tell what she thought about our
activities but she wasn't objecting.
From then on I managed to arrange my days so that at
least a couple of times a month I found myself in
Jenny's neighborhood in the early afternoon. Renee and
Karen were latchkey kids; they walked home from their
elementary school and were on their own until Jenny got
home around 4:30. Jenny always seemed happy to see me;
usually I'd be helping the girls with their homework or
nagging, uh, supervising them as they cleaned up their
rooms. She might've been less happy if she could've
seen us earlier in the afternoon.
When I got there I would take Renee into her room on
some pretext and close the door, and we would engage in
a game of rub-and-tickle, usually ending with me
fondling her immature titties as she lay giggling on
her little bed. The last time I'd been there, I heard
Jenny's keys rattle in the front door just as I had
pressed my lips to her daughter's bluejean-clad crotch,
feeling the warmth of her little cunny through her
Levi's. I was up in a flash and had her bedroom door
opened before her mom was in the house, but I could
feel the girl's impassive gaze following me the rest of
the afternoon.
Now I was making up my bed on the monster of a
sectional couch in Jenny and Rob's den as the household
prepared for sleep around me. Renee was the last to
come in to say goodnight to me. As I pecked her on the
cheek I also whispered in her ear, "If you wake up
early, come see me." I knew that she typically awoke
earlier than her parents or siblings. Then I stripped
down to my boxers and lay down, drifting off to sleep
with half a stiffy as I imagined what might happen come
morning.
I woke in semidarkness; light filtered into the room
from the nightlight in the hall behind me. Standing
before me was my darling Renee, looking down at me with
that same inscrutable gaze. Her hair was in two braids
again, a little mussed from sleep. She was wearing a
blue nightie with ribbon shoulder straps tied in bows;
the fabric was thin enough that I could see the
paleness of her panties, just above eye level where I
lay. The nightie ended in frills at mid-thigh; beneath
that her legs and sturdy feet were bare.
I smiled and reached out to stroke the well-worn fabric
covering her round tummy. "Hey. G'morning. Do you want
to snuggle?" She nodded, so I pulled back the blanket
covering me. The nine-year-old lay down, fitting her
back against my hairy chest. Her shampoo-scented scalp
came right under my chin and her round bubble butt
pushed against my boxers. Immediately I could feel my
cock swelling against her.
I reached my arm around to hold her, but this time I
went underneath the hem of her nightie to gently caress
the bare skin of her belly. She inhaled at my touch and
I gently traced the bottom of her ribcage, moving my
fingers around to tease in her bellybutton, then
upwards to trace the lines of her neck, her breastbone.
Then I was palming her little baby boobies. She didn't
have real breasts yet but each tiny, pink, pointy
nipple rode atop a small mound of puppy-fat. I circled
them in turn with my fingertips and lightly pinched and
pulled them.
I leaned over to kiss the child's ear and along her
jawline as I continued to fondle her. I could see her
eyes were closed, face relaxed. Without opening her
eyes, just as I pressed my lips against those two
beautiful little moles, she said, "Do you want to kiss
me all over?"
Her tone wasn't sultry or seductive, it was just a
matter-of-fact question asked out of a nine-year-cold's
honest curiosity, but I was electrified. The pit of my
stomach went hollow and my penis surged to full
hardness against the cheeks of her little butt. What to
do? Even giving her an honest answer would land me in a
world of shit if she told, never mind if I actually did
anything. The butterflies in my stomach gave way to
cramps of fear as I briefly imagined Jenny and Rob's
reaction if Renee told them in that same matter-of-fact
way that Uncle had "kissed her all over". Still, what
had I been leading up to for the past two years, if not
this?
All that went through my mind in a flash but it was my
cock, or rather the feel of it throbbing between
Renee's pillow butt cheeks, that made the decision for
me. I hugged her tight against me and breathed "Yes, I
would," into her delicate ear. "But you know grownups
aren't supposed to kiss little girls like that, don't
you? If I did, you couldn't tell anyone, not even Mommy
or Daddy. That's a big secret for a little girl like
you to have to keep. Can you do that?" Renee didn't
speak, but her hair tickled my nose as she nodded.
"Well, then, how about if I just touch you all over
first to see if you like it?" Again she nodded.
Here went nothing. Gentle pressure on Renee's hip
rolled her on to her stomach. She rested her cheek on
her hands so she was looking directly into my eyes.
Starting at the backs of her bare knees I rubbed my
hand slowly upwards, again pushing under the hem of her
nightie, over her panty-clad butt. I felt the smooth,
warm skin of her back, her bony shoulder blades, then
back down to those panties. I cupped a cheek, then
gently squeezed each of them in turn. "Oh, you have a
nice little butt," I told her.
I turned my hand edge on so that my thumb was pressing
gently against her anus as I slid my fingers down
between her thighs, rubbing against her panties and
feeling the heat of her immature cunny. I slowly sawed
my hand back and forth like that I could feel her butt
muscles clench. My fingers pushed into the fabric,
sliding it up and down a little bit against her slit.
"Is that nice?" I whispered. We were practically nose-
to-nose, looking into each others' eyes like lovers.
Hers were hazel, the pupils big in the dim light. Her
nod was slight, but definite. She was enjoying this new
intimate touching.
Grasping her shoulders, I indicated that she should
roll over onto her back. She gazed up at me quietly as
I ran my hands up her torso. I tugged gently on her
nightie and she arched her back so that I could push
the frilly hem all the way up to her chin. Except for
her panties she was now nude from breastbone to toes. I
rested my head in the crook of one elbow and let my
other hand play all over her body, stroking her
breasts, her belly, and her thighs.
I lightly pinched her little nipples. I palmed the
lines of her ribs as her breathing deepened underneath
my touch and her eyelids drooped closed. I smoothed my
hand over her panties, tugging lightly on the little
pink bow at their front. As I rubbed my fingers down
over her slit, I gently pushed her legs a little apart.
My penis was straining against the soft fabric of my
flannel boxer shorts, and I was able to rub it gently
against her naked thigh. I gripped the inside of that
thigh, and moved my hand up and down, pressing to
increase the friction against me. The child size of
her, the warmth and heft of her little limbs, was
incredibly arousing.
Now I was ready to move beyond where Renee and I had
ever gone before. As my palm slid back up I nudged my
fingers beneath the elastic leg-band of her panties. I
stopped there, with my fingertips just underneath, no
more. "I'm going to go inside now. OK?" She opened her
eyes and looked at me and, after a small hesitation,
nodded.
Our gaze locked as I gently pushed upwards, moving my
hand up until my fingers touched the crease between
thigh and crotch. I traced along it then angled my hand
inwards until finally my fingers were touching the
fleshy pad of her labia major. I stroked lightly over
the smooth, hairless flesh, watching my knuckles shift
and bulge under the thin fabric. Renee's eyes widened
as she felt a man's touch on her for the first time.
Her mouth dropped slightly open and her breath gusted
out in a soft sigh.
We stayed nose-to-nose like that as I continued feeling
her lips and her smooth mound for several minutes,
moving my fingers up and down, back and forth. I gently
traced the cleft of her immature slit but made no
attempt to penetrate inside, not yet. Her skin was hot
to the touch and dampened with sweat as I played with
her, but if she was lubricating at all her nine-year-
old vagina wasn't yet juicy enough to leak.
As I fondled the child, my penis strained and jumped
against the fabric of my underwear. Pre-cum was flowing
freely. I found myself involuntarily hunching a growing
wet spot against Renee's solid little thigh, anything
to increase the contact with the warmth of her body.
It could see in Renee's face how pleasure gradually
overcame the new strangeness of being fondled under her
panties. Her expression relaxed, her eyes half-closed
and her breath again became deep and regular. She made
a soft, almost inaudible little sighing sound from the
back of her throat on each exhale.
Her evident enjoyment, the smell of her baby shampoo,
the heat rising off her body, the forbidden eroticism
of knowing that only a thin layer of fabric separated
my swollen cock from a nearly-naked child, all combined
to dissolve my shaky resolve to proceed slowly and with
caution. I withdrew my fingers from the leg-hole of her
panties and tugged at the waistband.
"So, I think you like that, huh? Ready for me to kiss
on you?" I didn't really wait for an answer, but Renee
didn't resist in any way as I worked her panties down
her thighs. I left them at knee level for the moment
and started to sit up. I brought my hand up to my nose,
inhaling deeply. My fingers were damp with her sweat
and carried the unique aroma of prepubescent cunt - not
musky and sharp like an adult woman, but still slightly
pungent yet sweet.
Renee watched me quizzically. "What're you doing?" she
whispered.
"You smell good," I whispered back. "Here, sniff." I
put my fingers underneath her nose, tracing her
delicate Cupid's bow and stroking her lips. She
sniffed, wrinkled her nose and shook her head slightly
- evidently she didn't agree with me. Without further
comment I swung my leg over her and sat back on my
heels, straddling her where she lay exposed on the
couch. I gazed down at her.
The little nine-year-old looked pale and vulnerable
beneath my adult form. Her hazel eyes gleamed in the
shadowy predawn half-light. She could not have failed
to notice how my erection tented out my boxers, though
I didn't know what she made of it. The ribbon straps of
her pale blue nightie were loose over her delicate
shoulders, as the material and frilly hem were rocked
up at her armpits.
She rested her hands on her naked belly, making no
attempt to hide her nipples on their pads of baby fat;
they rose and fell gently with her breathing in the dim
light. A fading pink pucker across her waist showed
where the elastic of her panties had been until moments
ago. Below that...ah! I sucked in a sharp breath as I
really beheld Renee's smooth, hairless vulva for the
first time. Her mound was prominent above two
beautiful, perfect chubby lips.
Her legs were mostly closed, making a sharp crease
outside of each lip at the juncture of her thigh. The
slit was quite open with even a little keyhole widening
at the very top but it was just a dark line in the
dimness, with no sign of her clit hood showing. I
couldn't resist running my fingertips back over her,
feeling the smooth, rubbery skin of her mound, the way
it gave beneath my touch, the warmth of it more intense
as I slid my hand down over the lips between her
thighs, this time pressing my middle finger into that
open slit.
I rubbed the length of that finger up and down, up and
down, going faster now, pressing hard enough to
separate the lips somewhat and this time feeling some
moisture, wetness from the hot core of her beginning to
seep out. She tried to move her legs apart but they
were bound at the knees by her panties.
"That feels...ah!" Renee gasped as my finger, stroking
faster and more roughly now, rubbed over the little
bump of her baby clit, finally coming out to play.
"Ah... ah... stop!" Her voice was rising above a
whisper so I quickly complied, pulling my hand away
from her now-slippery crotch.
Again I brought my fingers to my nose, wiping her
secretions on my nostrils and lips, and opening my
mouth to suck them clean. Oh, the smell and taste of a
little girl's first cunt-juice! Spicy, sweet, a bit
acrid - the sensation shot straight from my nose and
mouth to my cock which strained and oozed pre-cum in my
boxers. The feel of it rubbing against the damp fabric
became almost too much to bear.
I realized I was trembling, crouched above the preteen
object of my lust. I opened my eyes to see her looking
up at my quizzically. "Here come your kisses!" I
whispered harshly and immediately swooped down on her.
I slid my knees back and lay down over her. Supporting
most of my weight on my elbows, I grabbed her wrists in
my hands, pulling her hands off her stomach and holding
her arms up over her head, out of the way.
My mouth went directly to her undeveloped chest,
capturing a pink, dime-sized nipple and sucking it in
enthusiastically. I sucked it, I tongued it, I kissed
it, and I even nibbled at it gently with my teeth. The
child began to squirm and writhe beneath my aggressive
oral attack. My tool was wedged between her knees, just
below her panties.
Her calves were pressing together and releasing,
rubbing it through my boxers which were now drenched
and slippery with pre-cum. That wonderful friction just
spurred me on - I transferred my attention to her other
nipple, repeating the attack with even more vigor. I
captured it between my teeth and pulled back,
stretching the little bud an inch, almost two inches,
further, until it scraped free and snapped back.
Renee gave a little yip, of pain or pleasure at that
point I couldn't have said - or cared. I did it again.
Another yip. Too loud. I shifted my grip on her skinny
wrists, capturing them both crossed above her head in
my right hand, and placed my left firmly over her
mouth. Her eyes were open wide now, not scared or angry
yet, but a little wild.
"Shhh!" I said fiercely, then resumed my gentle torture
of her little nips. Her body was now tossing and
wriggling in earnest, jerking each time I bit down -
not too hard, didn't want to leave marks - on a nipple.
She made little "mph!" noises behind my hand. She was
trying to kick her legs, but the weight of my hips and
her binding panties prevented it. She did manage to rub
my boxers around until my rampant penis poked out of
the fly.
The sudden feel of naked skin against skin shocked me.
I turned loose of her nipple with a low groan and
realized I was on the brink of going too far, if I
hadn't already. Gentling my oral ministrations, I
started kissing and tonguing Renee all over her heaving
chest, licking up to her armpits, the hollow of her
fragile-looking throat, down to the line of her ribcage
and her heaving belly.
Gradually her futile struggles calmed and all the time
I was watching her face. As I saw her eyes lose their
expression of strain and concern, I loosened and
removed my hand over her mouth. I didn't turn loose of
her wrists, though - holding her captive like that was
turning me on something fierce, I realized.
With her mouth uncovered, Renee spoke - in a whisper,
thankfully. "That hurt a little. Please don't do that
any more."
"Don't bite, you mean? Sorry. Just more kisses from
here on, K?" The girl nodded, perhaps a little
uncertainly, but it was clear that for the most part
she was enjoying the tongue-bath I was giving her. As I
carried on licking and kissing all over her torso she
was still writhing gently - I realized she was pushing
up her body against wherever my lips traveled. She was
tugging and twisting her wrists as well, not really
trying to get free so much as just testing the limits
of her manual bondage.
I kissed down Renee's chest as far as I could while
still holding her arms fully extended above her head.
It wasn't far enough, so I had to perform a complicated
bit of ballet. Without turning loose of her wrists or
interrupting the tongue-bath of her nipples, I swung my
knee over her and dismounted the couch. The head of my
stalk bounced against her thighs as I moved, sliming
her smooth skin with my juice.
I ended up kneeling on the floor before her as she lay
stretched out. I grabbed her panties with my free hand,
sliding them the rest of the way down her legs. I
pulled her near leg free of the underwear, then grasped
the far leg at the knee and lifted it up, pressing it
against the back of the couch. Pale pink panties
dangled sexily from her ankle as she waved her foot
around in the air. Now her child cunt was exposed and
accessible to me.
When I leaned forward my cockhead dug into the couch
fabric; I had to pull back and flex my groin so the
organ bounced upwards and I could trap it flat between
my body and the cushion. With my arm binding Renee's
wrists fully extended I could kiss my way down her
abdomen, just to the top of her mound. The lush smell
of her immature pussy again filled my nostrils.
I slid my free hand up her thigh and used my fingers to
pry her lips apart and rapidly diddle at her little
clit. Her hips bucked against - or away from, I
couldn't be sure - my rough masturbation; the skin of
her mound actually banged into my teeth a couple of
times. I dragged her wrists down from over her head so
they were crossed in front of her and pressed them down
onto her abdomen so that now both her hands and her
body were somewhat restrained. She could still move in
response to my increasingly violent frigging into her
hairless slit, but not enough to escape my questing
tongue and lips.
And my arm no longer extended over the small girl's
head, so I was free to kiss my way down onto her labia.
I took my finger off her clit and again used my hand to
pin her thigh up against the couch back, which spread
her slit open to me. I gently mouthed each lip in turn,
stretching it out a little, savoring the moist heat of
the rubbery flesh as it slid across my face. I swiped
my tongue up one lip and down the other, around and
around, zeroing in on the slit until finally I dug my
stiffened tongue as far into her little keyhole as I
could, feeling for the stiff nubbin within.
Renee had been struggling silently throughout, but as I
tasted her juice directly for the first time the breath
huffed out of her in a little "huhnnn!" Soft, panting
moans filled my ears as I pushed my tongue into her
slit, sliding up and down. She started struggling more
energetically against me; in response I pressed her
thigh harder into the couch back, but I lifted the
pressure off her belly, instead just squeezing her
crossed wrists together in my grip. Her free leg tried
to close but I dug the point of my chin into the very
top of her thigh and she was unable to press hard
against it.
For some minutes I continued to force rough cunnilingus
on the helpless child. She struggled continuously but I
could tell she wasn't in pain, just overwhelmed by the
new sensations. Her mouth was free; with a single shout
she could have roused the house and brought our game to
a tragic (for me) finish. Instead, glances up at her
face showed me that her lips were pressed tightly
together except when her breath puffed out. Her eyes
were screwed shut now and two little smudges of red
were visible on her chubby cheeks in the dim light.
While she was of course no match for my adult strength
it was clear Renee was not struggling to the limit of
hers. There's a certain comfort for children in being
lightly restrained; psychologically, they want adults
to set limits on them. Physically, babies respond well
to swaddling, moderately tight wraps that pin their
arms and legs. Renee was far from a baby but she was
also far from a woman or even an adolescent. Either
way, on some level the restraint was, if not magnifying
her newfound sexual pleasure, at least not detracting
from it.
Her cunny was now lubricating freely; her juices
sheened the smooth bald lips and smeared my cheeks,
wetting my mustache and beard. The flavor and aroma of
the nine-year-old girl's first arousal was magical,
beyond intoxicating. I could've eaten her for hours,
but approaching dawn was brightening the windows and I
could tell our time was getting short. I had to finish
her off - and finish myself off - pretty soon now.
I hopped back up on the couch. But his time instead of
kneeling astraddle Renee's legs, I sat right down on
her chest. I didn't put anywhere near my full weight on
her, but it was just like a child's wrestling pin. I
turned loose of her wrists but immediately pushed my
knees down on her upper arms. One thing, though, she'd
never been pinned by a child with a dripping stiff
adult-sized hairy erection. My cock waved right in
front of her face, even slapping her on the chin a
couple of times as I settled into place, drooling
little shiny splashes of pre-cum onto her. She stared
at it, mesmerized, as it waved in the air.
The naked skin of her torso was warm against my
backside and thighs. With one hand I reached up to
stroke her face and hair, feeling the sweat beading on
her delicate upper lip and her forehead. With the
other, I reached behind me and again shoved a finger
into her hot, tight slit, probing for the clitoris. The
effect on her was immediate - her struggles beneath me
resumed and redoubled in force. As I mauled her little
button the flush on her cheeks began to spread down her
neck and onto her innocent pre-breasts.
I added a second finger and my thumb, stretching her
bald cunt-lips wide and gripping the flesh of her now-
exposed clit and hood. Her little huffing sighs quickly
rose in volume and pitch, to the point where I had to
again cover her mouth. Now I was frankly torturing the
little pellet of flesh, pulling it to the limit of its
stretch and squeezing, pinching it against my
thumbnail, flicking it rapidly back and forth. Renee's
eyes were wide and glassy; her breath was hot and
whistled rapidly in and out of her snub nose against
the edge of my palm. My hand was clamped hard over her
mouth and chin, my thumb squeezing her jaw shut. That
muffled but increasingly could not stifle her high-
pitched little cries.
Her struggles became even more urgent below me and
suddenly she stiffened, shoving her naked chest up
against me. A series of keening, snuffling whines
forced themselves through her nose and I could feel her
baby pussy clenching at my invading fingers in time
with her spasms. Renee was having her first orgasm at
my hands!
That knowledge, the erotic feeling of her hot bare skin
rubbing my scrotum through my thin underpants, the feel
of my cock bouncing and wiggling from her motion, the
smell and taste of her prepubescent juices still on my
face - it was all too much for me, and I felt my nuts
draw tight to my body as I started to ejaculate
violently.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, grunting as
the first shot fired nearly straight up in the air and
fell to paint a rope of gooey semen from Renee's hair
onto the couch cushion over her head. I was consumed
and paralyzed with pleasure as more shots burned out of
me, plopping onto her nose and cheeks, into one eye, my
hand where it covered her lower face, and then
dribbling onto the tangled mess of her nightie around
her neck.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and yet not
nearly long enough, I came back to myself. No less than
the child lying beneath me I was panting and covered in
sweat. My wilting cock was almost sore from the force
of my orgasm. I realized that both the fingers shoved
against Renee's baby clit and the hand clamped across
her face were squeezing her much too tightly, and I
convulsively pulled both away.
With her mouth free, the child began panting, her chest
trying to heave against my weight. One eye was gummed
completely with my hot spunk. Knowing how much that
could sting, I wiped it clear with my thumb, then
absently licked it and the back of my hand clean as I
surveyed the rest of the mess. Her forehead, cheeks,
nose and hair were liberally painted with sperm, but I
was more worried about the blobs of it darkening her
nightgown and the couch fabric around her head. I'd
have to get a damp towel from the kitchen quickly to
prevent my cum from drying into its characteristic
stains where Jenny would certainly notice it.
First, though, I had to make sure that Renee was OK
with what had just happened. She was starting to catch
her breath in little gulps and pants. I eased my knees
off her forearms and she brought her hands to her face,
wiping at the globs of semen and smearing it into an
even sheen. Even exhausted as I was, the unintended
sexiness of the gesture made me catch my breath. She
looked at her gummy hands in mild dismay, then shifted
her gaze to my softening penis where it rested,
dribbling slime between her pink nipples. "Your thingy
squirted on me," she said in a somewhat accusatory
tone.
"Shh," I reminded her, bending my face down closer to
hers. "Uh-huh. That's what happens when a boy feels
really good. Seeing you and touching you and kissing
you made me feel that way. Did you feel really good,
too?"
She thought about it for a minute, then whispered,
"Yeah. It was weird, but... you held me down. Yeah. I
think I peed."
I reached behind me, brushing my fingers over her vulva
and feeling the cushion beneath her butt. "No, honey,
you didn't pee. That's just the good feeling girls get.
I have to clean you up quick, now, before people start
waking up. You just rest here for a sec, I'm going to
get a towel from the kitchen." Without bothering to
tuck my sticky penis back into my boxers, I stood and
started to turn...and froze. Standing halfway up the
front stairs was 11-year-old Karen. She was staring
down at us, her hands covering her mouth and her blue
eyes wide with shock. It looked like she had been there
for awhile.
Uh-oh.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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