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Jenny's Couch - 2
by Rufus Fugit (rufusfugit@yahoo.com)
***
Eleven-year-old Karen sees what she thinks is her 9-
year-old sister being raped and molested. She's half-
right. (Mgg, extreme-ped, reluc, mast, oral, huml, bd)
***
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
reposted to free sites, or the free areas of pay sites,
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
at yahoo dot com. Stupid feedback and flames to
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Part 2
Run? Shit? Go blind? Run? Shit? Go blind?
That was pretty much all that went through my head for
those first frozen seconds after I realized that
eleven-year-old Karen had been watching me diddle, eat
out, ejaculate on, and bring her nine-year-old sister,
Renee, to her first orgasm as she lay pinned beneath me
on the sectional couch. Karen was gaping at the tableau
of her little sister lying naked and spent, nightgown
at her chin, panties dangling from one ankle, face
glazed with my semen. And me, standing rooted to the
spot, my softened, cum-coated cock still hanging out of
the fly of my boxer shorts.
My mind was racing but going nowhere. All I could think
was that in seconds Karen would have the whole house in
an uproar, and from then on my day which had started so
pleasantly would go rapidly downhill.
What to do? What to do? The best my whirling brain
could come up with was, "pretend like nothing's wrong"
followed by "stall". Casually tucking my peter back in
my shorts (I hope it looked casual; I'd never had to do
it before under an eleven-year-old girl's horrified,
bug-eyed stare) I quickly crossed the room stood at the
foot of the stairs looking up at her.
"Good morning, sweetie," I said, pitching my voice at a
whisper in the hopes she would respond in the same
tone. There was no response from the older girl; she
was just as stunned as I was, I guess. She just stood
there in her yummy sushi pajamas, hands clapped over
her mouth, eyes locked on her sperm-smeared younger
sister.
Not an optimal response, but it was still a few more
seconds with her not screaming at the top of her lungs.
Take what you can get, my new motto. I mounted the
first couple of steps and reached up to lay my hand on
her thin shoulder. "Come and sit down with your sister
and I'll explain, OK?"
My touch, though, seemed to rouse the girl from a
trance. Her head snapped around to look down at me, and
her clear blue eyes were dark and flashing with anger.
One hand balled into a little fist as if she were going
to take a punch at me; the other pointed at me
accusingly. "You...you...you're RAPING her! You're
raping my sister!" Throwing off my hand, she dodged
around me and ran, her waist-length dark blonde hair
flying, to throw herself onto the couch and seize her
beloved little sister in a fierce hug.
Oh shit. The situation was going south faster than
Sherman's army through Georgia. There was no screaming
yet, but that's about all I could say for it. I crossed
back to the couch. Renee was submitting to her older
sister's hug but her little face looked puzzled as if
she didn't know what all the fuss was about. If I had
any hope of getting out of this with my balls intact,
she had to be the key.
I sat down behind Renee facing Karen, leaning forward
but not touching the girls. I pitched my voice low,
above a whisper but quiet. "Honey, I didn't rape your
sister. We just did some stuff together, for fun. But
she asked me to. I'd never rape your sister, or rape
anyone. Ask her yourself."
Renee, bless her heart, piped up at this point. "What's
'rape'?" she asked in the same low tone. She broke the
hug and sat back between her older sister and me. Her
nightgown had fallen back down around her waist but
since her panties were still wrapped around one pretty
ankle her cunny was partly exposed, lips still red and
irritated-looking from their recent workout.
Karen looked from me to her sister and back, puzzlement
replacing anger on her face. Despite the direness of my
situation I almost guffawed when I realized that a
shiny spot on her cheek was a smear of my own cum
rubbed off from Renee's face. Karen didn't look much
like her sister - she was tall and slim where Renee was
short and stocky, her skin golden where Renee's was
more olive, her waist-length hair was dark blond and
fine where Renee's was brown and slightly wavy. Their
personalities were very different, too - Karen was more
concerned with her elementary-school social status,
less independent and more biddable, which made most
adults think of her as a good girl.
Although looking at her, I could see that she was not
completely a girl any more. Tiny bumps just barely
broke the plane of her loose pajama top and there was
the merest suggestion of a flare beginning at her
slender hips. Now she leaned forward and spoke
earnestly, the words tumbling out of her in a rush,
"But he was touching your bathing suit parts! They told
us in Family Life class at church, bad men want to
touch girls under our bathing suits! And they would
force us to undress! And...and hurt us! And he was
naked and his thing was... was... in your face, and..."
"He didn't make me. I asked him. It felt good down
here," Renee interrupted, cupping her hand over her
smooth vulva.
"See?" I said. "You know I love your sister, and I love
you. Whatever they told you in church, I'd never hurt
you. I know it must've looked scary, but I was just
making her feel good. I was giving her tingles in her
private place. Haven't you ever touched yourself on
your privates before?"
"No!" the older girl shook her head vigorously, but she
blushed bright red at the same time. Interesting. Well,
I'd come back to that. "Look, even if she asked,
grownups aren't supposed to touch kids that way! You
aren't supposed to take out your..." She paused,
gathering her courage to say the word, "penis!"
"Maybe that's true, but look - Renee asked me to. So if
you tell on me, you'll be telling on your sister too.
You'll get me in terrible trouble but Renee will be in
trouble too. Is that what you want?"
"But...she's just little. She doesn't know!"
"But you don't know either. You don't know. If you've
never touched yourself down there, I mean." Karen
started to reply, but then snapped her mouth shut.
"Look, just don't tell right now, OK? Please. I'll come
over after school one day this week and Renee and I
will explain it all to you, won't we, Renee? And if
after that you still think I raped her you can always
tell then. If you don't tell now you can still tell
later but if you tell now and you get your sister in
trouble and then you decide you were wrong you can't
undo it, can you?"
"Well...OK. But I can still tell!" But as soon as "OK"
was out of her mouth I was on my way to the kitchen. I
wetted a hand towel and brought it back. First, I
gently wiped Renee's face clean of the now-flaking
glaze of sperm I had ejaculated onto her - was it less
than 15 minutes ago? - then I scrubbed at the hem of
her nightgown. The spots of cum hadn't yet dried and
stained, but now there was a big damp patch all across
the bottom. The couch got the same treatment and
thankfully the result was much less visible.
"Honey, you better go get dressed and put your nightie
in the hamper, OK?"
"OK!" The little girl bounced off the couch and
scampered up the stairs. I leaned towards Renee; she
flinched slightly as I took her chin in my hand, but
all I did was gently wipe the towel across the smear of
cum on her cheek. But then I put my face close to hers,
hardening my expression and whispering fiercely, "You
know what? I think you're a liar." Her eyes widened and
she tried to shake her head but I tightened my grip on
her chin. "I think you do so touch yourself. I think
you think it's wrong, but you do it anyway. Isn't that
right? Isn't it?"
The girl's eyes went wide and she blushed again. "N...
no! I never...!"
I was almost certain I was right, and I began to think
about how I could leverage a bit of childish guilt into
ensuring Karen's silence. I released her with no
further comment. It was full daylight now, and I could
hear Jenny and Rob starting to move around in the
master suite down the hall. I cast my eyes around the
room and at the last second spied a scrap of pink cloth
on the floor in front of the staircase. Renee had
forgotten to pull her panties up in her haste, and had
just stepped right out of them. I quickly grabbed them
and stuffed them down the front of my own underwear,
then set about dressing. Karen sat silently on the
couch, scowling.
True to my word, a couple of days later Renee and Karen
found me sitting on the porch when they walked up to
the house after school. Renee smiled and hugged me, but
Karen hung back. I complimented the older girl on her
new eyeglasses, pink-tinted wire frames with little
oval lenses. I made the girls a snack while they
changed into their play-clothes, matching cotton
sundresses and sandals.
I couldn't have chosen better myself, and couldn't
resist lecherous peeks down the fronts of the loose
garments as I put plates of apple slices in front of
them. Sure enough, I got a glimpse of two cute puffy
pink knobs poking out Karen's otherwise flat chest.
They looked yummy, and I hoped that before Jenny came
home I'd be having a snack of my own.
Renee's dress had more growing room left in it so it
hung more loosely on her - I love that, it's so sexy
when a little girl's top is too big and hangs low
enough that it comes close to exposing her nipples. I
could see clear down her front to her panties. Today's
were blue. Which reminded me... "I have something for
you, Renee."
I reached into my knapsack and placed on the table the
pair of pink panties she had abandoned the other
morning in her hurry to get dressed. "I hope you don't
mind, I've been masturbating into them a lot since I
took them home, but I washed them after." I'd been
imagining saying that line to the nine-year-old girl
during the past two days as I stroked the thin cotton
over my boner. Before I finally threw them in the wash
this morning they were stiff and crusty and reeking of
my cum. The lewdness of the simple statement turned me
on as much as my fantasy had; I was already stiffening
inside my loose cargo shorts.
"What's 'mas-tur-bat-ing'?" Renee asked, pronouncing
the unfamiliar word carefully.
"You know how I touched your private parts and made you
feel good?" The child nodded. "Well, if you touch
yourself that way to feel good, that's masturbating.
Boys do it differently than girls. What I did, was I
wrapped your panties around my thingy and rubbed them
up and down until I felt good, and then I squirted into
them."
"EWWW!" Karen looked revolted. "You squirted
that...stuff...into them?! Gross!"
"Hey, I said I washed them afterwards. They're clean -
smell!" I snatched up the underwear from the table and
shoved the fabric under the older girl's nose. She
tried to turn her head away but I grabbed her face,
pushing the panties' crotch into her nose and mouth.
Renee giggled at the sight of her older sister's eyes
peering through the leg-holes. I held Karen's head
still just long enough for her to know that she was
helpless in my grasp, then dropped the panties back on
the tabletop.
"If that's what it's called, I mas-tur-bat-ed
yesterday." Renee was a straightforward little girl,
and it really turned me on when she talked so plainly
about her newfound sexual pleasures. At age nine she
hadn't yet developed sexual hang-ups in the adult or
adolescent manner; she just knew what felt good and had
no inhibitions about it.
I wanted to encourage that attitude as much as
possible. "You did? You figured that out all by
yourself?" The little girl nodded. "Cool! I bet that
was fun. Everyone does it, you know. I do it, now you
do it, your big sister does it, don't you Karen?"
As I expected, the older girl tried to deny it. She
blushed from the roots of her blond hair almost down to
her pretty little painted toenails. "No, I don't!" she
insisted, shaking her head.
"Aw, c'mon, Karen, you do too," I kept my tone light,
not confrontational. "You don't want to lie to your
little sister, do you? It's no big deal. There's
nothing wrong with feeling good."
"But they said at church you shouldn't, that it was
bad!"
"Well, maybe they're wrong at church. If they're right,
then your sister's bad too. Does that sound right to
you?"
"But you made her!"
"You know that's not true, honey, Renee told you
herself she asked me. Isn't that right, Renee?" The
younger girl nodded, fascinated by the byplay between
me and her sister. "And anyway, I wasn't even here
yesterday and she just told us she masturbated then.
You can tell us, we don't think you're bad. You do it,
don't you? Don't you?"
Still blushing, Karen bowed her head. "...yes," she
half-whispered.
I reached over and gave her a hug. "That's my good
girl. It's always better to be honest, isn't it?" I'd
been giving a lot of thought to this over the past two
days. I needed to make sure that Karen wouldn't tell
what she saw, and I couldn't be certain that just not
wanting to get her sister in trouble would be enough,
especially if at church they'd been stuffing her head
full of a bunch of sex-phobic nonsense - or even worse
for my purposes, a bunch of sense about watching out
for child molesters. I needed to put her in the
position where she'd have a secret to keep as well.
"Well, look, I promised I'd show you that there was
nothing bad going on so you wouldn't need to tell on
us. You girls finish your snacks and let's go in
Renee's bedroom."
Renee was many things, but neat wasn't one of them.
Pillows and stuffed animals spilled off her unmade bed
onto the floor. A tributary of dirty laundry flowed out
of her half-open closet door, joining with the river of
toys, books, shoes, school papers, and goodness knows
what else.
With a few sweeps of my foot I cleared an area in front
of the full-length mirror hanging next to her closet.
She had two child-sized desk chairs, dark-painted with
bentwood arms, and I set them in front of the mirror,
about three feet apart at a slight angle so that I
could sit on the floor at the apex of the shallow
triangle they made. I had the girls sit down; Renee
sprawled casually but Karen sat hunched over, her hands
trapped between her knobby knees, radiating anxiety. As
I sat Indian-style I made no attempt to conceal how I
adjusted my erection to point down my leg. My long
shorts covered it, but the bulge was plainly visible to
both children.
"Renee, I think first of all you should show me how you
masturbated yesterday. I need to make sure you're doing
it right so you won't hurt yourself."
"In front of Karen? Is that OK?"
"Yeah, it's OK. She needs to see that you like it and
I'm not making you; otherwise she still might tell."
The older girl was getting more uncomfortable by the
minute. "No, it's OK," she began, "I won't tell, I
promise..."
I overrode her. "No, you have to watch this. You said I
was raping Renee. That was a mean thing to say to me,
and I've got to prove that I wasn't. So just sit
quietly and watch." I turned back to the younger girl.
"Besides, she might even learn something about how to
do it good. Here, scoot forward so she can see." I
reached out and wrapped my hands around the nine-year-
old's waist, pulling at her short sundress as she slid
forward so that it came free from under her butt. I
bunched it up around her waist, exposing her panties
and a thin strip of her pudgy belly.
I grabbed her behind her knees and hoisted her legs up
and over the arms of the chair, spreading her wide. Her
butt cheeks actually rose off the chair seat a little
so she was sitting on her spine. With her hips canted
forward, her belly baby fat was emphasized. Her sandal-
shod feet kicked a little bit as she wriggled a bit
further forward and adjusted her bare legs to hang over
the chair more comfortably.
Her panties were stretched tight, the bulge of her
mound pressing out at the top; below that, and a taut
hollow where her lips were pulled apart by her spread
thighs. She looked good enough to eat - but class was
still in session; my after-school snack would have to
wait a bit. "Just do it like you did yesterday,
sweetie," I encouraged. Renee held the fingers of her
right hand together and slightly cupped and began
rubbing little circles on her underwear just below her
mound, pressing the fabric into her slit.
My cock lurched against my leg; making no attempt to
hide what I was doing, I had to reach down and give it
a rub through the fabric. The contrast between the
surroundings, the trappings of a normal third-grader's
life made the girl's lewd display of her crotch to her
big sister and a grown man that much more shocking.
Before long Renee started to move her compact little
butt, pushing into her fingers as they circled more
rapidly around her panty-covered baby clit. Afternoon
sunlight fell across her face, showing little beads of
sweat popping out on her forehead and upper lip. A
small dark stain appeared at the bottom of the crotch
of her panties, slowly enlarging as she worked the
fabric into her slit with growing vigor.
I was spellbound watching the nine-year-old masturbate.
She was rubbing herself like a pro, especially
considering that it was just two days ago that I'd
given her, her first orgasm ever. She stopped rubbing
now just long enough to move her hand up and back down
inside her panties. Immediately her little fingers
began working underneath the fabric. After a few
seconds, though, I reached out and took hold of her
wrist.
"We can't see, honey," I said, drawing her hand up. The
elastic snapped back against her chubby belly. Her
fingertips were wet with her secretions. I pulled the
damp gusset to one side with my other hand, exposing
her hairless cunny to the air. Her slit was pulled
open, juice leaking from the tiny vaginal opening at
the bottom. At the top, her delectable clit bud was
just peeking out. I couldn't resist giving it a little
rub with my thumb.
"Ooo!" Renee made a soft little exclamation of surprise
and her butt jumped and twitched at my touch. She
resumed rubbing herself, her little hand moving faster
and faster. I looked over at her big sister who was
watching the lewd performance with consternation. I
caught her eye and ostentatiously sniffed my thumb then
sucked it into my mouth. The taste and smell of Renee's
baby honey filled my senses. The older girl's face
showed puzzlement and a little disgust at my obvious
pleasure.
Renee was quickly approaching her peak. Her eyes were
screwed shut, her little lips pursed, her breath
huffing raggedly in and out of her nose. Her butt was
now moving continuously, the tendons on her inner
thighs standing taut in relief as she wriggled around
on the chair. Her breathing and the "slish" of wet skin
on skin as she pushed her clitty back and forth were
the only sounds in the room. Then she stiffened. Her
knees clamped down over the chair arms, her toes
pointed straight down. Her legs spasmed rhythmically,
her butt jumping up and down above the wooden seat.
Her hand became a blur as she gasped loudly and
repeatedly in her high voice, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh....."
Slowly her body relaxed. Her feet came up as her knees
straightened and she kicked them a little, like any
little girl might even though unlike any little girl
she made no move to hide her shiny, wet, hairless
vagina from our view. Her hand stilled, pressing her
fingers firmly onto her baby clitoris. Her eyes opened
and a big smile spread across her face.
"Wow, you got there quick, didn't you?" I praised the
little girl. "You know, the more you do that, the
easier it gets and the better it feels. You should do
it at least once a day, if you can, like at night after
you're in bed or whenever you're alone." I turned to
the older girl. "See? That's the same as you saw the
other morning. She was having fun, not hurting. You can
see that now, right?"
Karen reluctantly nodded. She was obviously confused;
she'd just seen her little sister whom she loved doing
something she'd been told was bad, yet the younger
child had obviously enjoyed it. Just as obviously Renee
felt no shame about it, sitting as she was with her
legs spread wide, panties pulled to the side and her
hand now gently spreading her juices all over her lips
and mound.
I could see her trying to work it out in her head - if
it was ok for little girls to do this, maybe it was ok
for grownups to do it to them as well? But if was ok,
then the adults at church were wrong. But they were
adults, and teachers, and they'd always been right
before. But if they were right, then her little sister
was bad. And around and around. I felt sorry for her,
her little head must have been spinning - just the way
I wanted it. "Now you've seen how Renee does it. Is
that the same as the way you do it?"
Again the fifth-grader blushed beet-red right down to
the roots of her blond hair. She wouldn't meet my eyes,
looking instead at her hands twisting in her lap.
"...no," she mumbled, "I...use something, and... it's
different..."
Use something, did she? Hunched her pillow, maybe, or a
favorite stuffed animal. "Different how?"
"I never go, like... all stiff like she did..."
"Oh, dear," I put concern into my tone. "But that's the
part that feels best. If you're not getting that,
you're definitely doing it wrong. Tell you what," I
said as if the idea had just occurred to me, "You
better show us how you do it. Go get what you use, and
I'll see if I can tell what you're doing wrong."
"..."
"What's that, dear?"
She hunched over, refusing to look at me, barely
speaking above a whisper. "I don't wanna..."
I slid closer to her, looking up at her and taking her
chin in my hand, forcing her to make eye contact.
"Honey, you have to." I made my voice firm at first,
then slipped into a softer, wheedling tone. "Look, I'm
going to show you how to feel better. Your sister
really enjoys masturbating, and I bet you will, too,
once I show you how to do it right. Now, be a good
girl. Go get what you use, and come back here. Go on,
now!" She was up and out of the room like a shot, just
pleased to be released from the bizarre situation and
the disquieting view of her little sister's bald,
spread cunt.
I was probably in the clear now, having so badly
confused and upset her that she wouldn't want to think
about the situation or otherwise deal with it any more,
but it'd be better - as well as much more fun for me -
if she would submit to performing for me. If she did
something herself that she suspected was wrong, it was
that much less likely she'd ever bring it up with
another adult.
Renee watched her sister bolt with a puzzled
expression. "Why's she all weird like that?" she asked
me.
I shrugged. "She's probably just embarrassed that you
know how to do something she doesn't, even though
you're littler."
"Do I haveta watch her? My cartoons are on."
"No, I guess not - but one thing." I grabbed at my cock
where it made an obvious outline on the leg of my
shorts. "My thingy got all hard watching you play with
yourself." I gazed at her hairless spread lips, nearly
at eye level where I sat on the floor before her. "I
wanna taste you a little bit, OK?"
She looked at me suspiciously. "It's not gonna squirt
on me again, is it? I don't want to get all gooey."
"No, sweetie, I promise. I won't even take it out. I
just want to lick you a little, 'cause you taste so
good. Come on, you'll like it. You liked it before."
The little girl sighed, the picture of a child put upon
by adults' inexplicable requests. "I guess."
I took that as permission. Scooting over to her chair I
cupped her round little butt in my hands, sliding my
fingers beneath her panties. I used my thumbs to spread
her moist, slippery lips even further and lowered my
face, pushing first my nose and then my tongue up the
length of her. Her smell was subtle but quite strong
and it further inflamed my lust.
My cock throbbed against my leg as I noisily slurped
and licked at her. She squirmed uncomfortably when I
centered on her clit - oversensitive from her recent
workout, I supposed - so I just swirled my tongue
around it and up and down her bald labia, greedily
lapping up her juices and frankly slobbering on her.
After a minute or two I sat back up, pulled her panties
back over to cover her beautiful vulva and patted it
gently. I licked my lips as I looked into her hazel
eyes, slurping the last of her essence into my mouth.
"Yum, yum. Thanks, sweetie!"
"Gross," she answered. "I pee from there." But having
done her duty, she put her sandaled feet on the floor
and stood to leave.
"Just one thing, sweetie," I stopped her. "You know how
before, I had to cover your mouth to keep you from
making noise when you were feeling so good?"
"It hurt some, too," she corrected me.
"Right, but my point is, I'm not going to cover Karen's
mouth since there's no one home but us. So don't worry
if you hear her getting loud, it just means she's
feeling good. You go ahead and watch your cartoons, and
in a little while we'll be down and we'll get started
on your homework, OK?"
Again Renee leveled that unreadable gaze at me. Did she
realize I was being less than completely honest? Did
she realize on some level that her older sister might
not entirely enjoy what I had planned for her? She'd
make a heck of a poker player one day. But all she said
was "OK," and left. I heard her galumphing down the
stairs just as Karen came back into the room. She was
looking at floor and her hands were held behind her.
"Did you bring your...thing?" I asked. She nodded,
still not looking up. "Well, let's see it."
Reluctantly, she held out...oh ho! Clutched in her
little hand was her disposable electric toothbrush,
decorated with a smiling Winnie The Pooh. Shades of
Harry Potter's vibrating broom! I grinned at the fifth-
grader, and she blushed yet again. "OK, sit down and
show me."
Karen sat. She kept her legs tightly together, though,
smoothing her little sundress down her lithe thighs as
far as it would go. With her head bent, her long hair
fell forward to hide most of her face, covering the
humiliation and shame she felt. But nevertheless she
obeyed, switching on the toothbrush. She flinched a bit
as the vibrating whine filled her sister's bedroom.
Slowly, she brought the toothbrush down to her lap and
pushed the end of the handle against the top of her
crotch though her sundress. She held it there for just
a few seconds, then with a little "oh!" she jerked it
away. She repeated that three times, never keeping the
buzzing toothbrush in contact for more than 10 seconds
or so. "Karen, why do you keep taking it away?" I
asked.
"It feels weird...tingles, but, like, too much. I have
to, or..." Obviously she had no idea or what, but her
privates were so sensitive that even the beginnings of
sexual arousal were overwhelming her.
"Here, let me help." I took the toothbrush from her
hand and before she could protest, pressed it firmly
into her crotch, pushing the fabric of her sundress
down between her slender tanned thighs. After a few
seconds, though, she gasped and twisted away from me.
"Karen, you have to hold still," I told her firmly, and
pushed the toothbrush back against her. Again, after no
more than 10 seconds she gasped and twisted her legs
around, breaking the contact. "Karen!"
"I can't!" she wailed. "It's too much!"
"Well, that's your problem. You have to be able to hold
it there for awhile for it to feel best. Here, I think
I can help you. Sit forward a little, and grab the arms
of the chair. Yes, like that." As I spoke I was
reaching behind me into my knapsack for the items I
brought just in case - a handful of velcro ties. Each
was about a foot long, a strip of hooks and a strip of
eyes stapled end-to-end. Before Karen had a chance to
even see them clearly, I wrapped one around her right
wrist, binding her arm to the chair. Just as she
realized the one arm was immobilized, I did the same to
the other.
"Hey!" Alarm spread across her face as she tugged
futilely at her wrists. She started to stand, taking
the chair with her, but I quickly stood myself and
loomed over her, pushing her back down. With a deft
movement I tugged open the knots on her sundress'
shoulder straps. As they fell loose, I seized the
bodice of the dress under her arms and pulled it down,
exposing two perfect, cherry-sized swollen pubescent
nipples and a slender, vulnerable-looking torso several
shades paler than her shoulders below the tan line.
That quickly, Karen was half-naked before me and her
mouth dropped open in shock as she realized it. "What
are you doing? STOP! NO! LET ME GO!" The girl tried to
twist away but in raising her legs to kick at me she
played right into my hands. With her feet off the floor
I was able to pull her dress down over her butt,
snagging her panties as well and stripping her in one
quick motion. The garments puddled around her ankles
and just like that her beautiful preteen body was nude
before my lustful gaze.
Karen lost control, thrashing and kicking out at me to
keep me away. Her glasses flew off her face and landed
on some dirty laundry behind her. She screamed wildly.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! HELP!" Without much difficulty I
was able to seize one skinny ankle and pull her leg up
and over her bound arm so that the crook of her knee
pressed down just below her elbow. With another tie, I
secured her ankle to the chair frame. It took a bit of
doing to capture her other leg that she was now kicking
frantically. Her sandal flew off in the struggle but in
a few seconds both legs were bound.
I paused to admire my handiwork. Completely naked now
except for one white sandal, spread wide and utterly
helpless, the little girl was sobbing in frustration,
rage, and fear, pulling against her bonds but unable to
get any leverage. "NO! NO! OH, NO! LET ME GOOOO! HELP!
MOMMEEEE!" Hmm, one final touch, I thought. I stepped
around behind her and wrapped another velcro strip
around her neck. I put a half twist in it, then
fastened it to the back of the chair. It wasn't choking
her, not by any means, but it was snug and when she
screamed she could feel it digging into the soft cords
of her neck.
I stepped back in front of her. Karen's face was
mottled red now and tracked with tears. Those beautiful
puffy nipples were heaving. She thrashed her lower body
as much as she could with her legs bound up and apart
the way they were, twisting her stomach and her exposed
little pussy back and forth. As she continued to cry
and pull against her bonds I began gently stroking her
shoulders, upper arms, and chest.
I brushed lightly over those succulent-looking nipples,
savoring the warm, rubbery feel of her young flesh. The
intimate contact shocked her. She stopped screaming for
a moment. She drew in a breath as if to resume, but
then the fight seemed to go out of her. She went limp
in the chair and began blubbering helplessly. She bent
her head and tears spilled to splash on her naked
abdomen.
I made soothing noises as I continued to fondle the
crying child. "Karen, it's OK, don't cry. I'm not going
to hurt you, I promise. I want to help you. I'm just
going to show you how to masturbate so you can feel
good like Renee. We'll just do that and then I'll let
you go. It won't take long, but you have to stop crying
first, OK? C'mon, honey, don't cry."
I cradled Karen's face in my hands, brushing some order
back into her long blond hair and tilting her head back
to look at me. The child made an effort to compose
herself, stifling her sobs into irregular sniveling
punctuated by hiccups. I gently wiped away a trail of
snot from beneath one nostril. "Please," she begged,
"please let me go. I don't like this. I want to get
dressed, pleeeease."
I almost came in my shorts; having the young girl so
completely in my power was an amazing erotic high. She
sat in the chair, legs bent high over her arms, pussy
spread wide, totally helpless to prevent me from doing
whatever I wanted. Evil fantasies briefly flashed
through my mind - forcing my cock down her throat;
choking her to near-unconsciousness over and over;
sticking hot needles into those delectable nipples and
licking up the blood as she shrieked in pain - but they
were only fantasies. My goal was never to hurt her,
just to break her free of her fears and conditioning
and liberate her nascent sexuality. Liberate it, and
focus it on me.
Karen's toothbrush still buzzed away on the floor where
I had dropped it. I sat down before her and picked it
up. I was just about at eye-level with her spread vulva
and I pressed smiling Winnie right along her slit. She
inhaled sharply, shocked again into silence. I held it
against her for just a few seconds, watching her eyes
widen. Her cute little innie bellybutton winked at me
as her abdominal muscles tensed, and she gasped out a
little "oh!" as I snatched it away, mimicking her
earlier actions.
I repeated this several times, taking the opportunity
in between to examine her lovely eleven-year-old cunny.
I could see the family resemblance to Renee in the
little keyhole widening at the top of her slit, but as
she had entered puberty she was more developed than
Renee. There was a sparse fan of fine, almost colorless
hair spreading from the top of the slit across her
smooth mound, and even finer peach fuzz around the top
of her outer lips. Her inner lips had begun to show;
they were far from the out-folded petals of a grown
woman but definitely visible as another line of flesh
between the labia majora.
The biggest difference, though, was the delicate
wrinkled bud of her clitoris. It was quite large. Under
my repeated applications of the vibrating toothbrush it
began to flush, standing out proud and growing even
larger. She began to lubricate and this also was
different than her sister, because there was a lot of
it. Copious amounts of a creamy, aromatic goo began to
ooze between those tight inner lips, running down to
coat her anal pucker and dampen the chair seat. The
toothbrush handle became slick and shiny and I used it
to spread the juice up to her clit and around the outer
lips.
Ten, twelve, fifteen times I pressed the improvised
vibrator against Karen's prominent clit and snatched it
away. The timbre of her repeated "oh!" changed,
becoming tinged perhaps with a bit of frustration. Her
butt began to wriggle on the increasingly-slippery
wooden seat; she was starting to hump her nearly-bald
pussy against the toothbrush, straining to the limits
of her bondage as I pulled it away each time. Her brow
was furrowed, eyes squinted half shut. She was panting
now instead of crying, her mouth half-open and the tip
of her pretty pink tongue sticking out of the corner.
After about twenty applications I felt she was ready. I
laid the the toothbrush base back against her slit but
this time I didn't release it. Instead I covered it
with my palm and pushed fairly firmly, sliding it up
and down, feeling the vibrations work into her lips.
The ridges of Winnie the Pooh's molded figure rubbed
over the delicate, blood-swollen tissues. Karen's eyes
popped open in surprise at the new feelings and her
little gasps got louder and louder. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OOH!"
Her hips began to buck, and the tendons in her thighs
on either side of her cunny stood out as her leg
muscles flexed and relaxed. She would have been kicking
her legs just like Renee had, but with her ankles bound
all she could do was twist her little feet around - one
bare, the other still shod - and spread and curl her
pretty toes. "OOH! OH! AAOOH!! AAAAOOWEEEE!"
Her voice rose to a near-shout - then a sharp shriek as
her entire body went rigid and she fell over the edge
into her first real orgasm. I felt her pussy spasm
beneath my palm and slid the device upwards so it
rested directly on her clit. Then I could actually
watch her inner lips tighten and relax, giving me a
surprising view of her inner passage. Even more
surprising was the way her immature pussy juice flooded
out. She was almost a squirter at just eleven years of
age!
For a good thirty seconds Karen's butt bounced up and
down as she spasmed and strained against her bonds in
pleasure now instead of fear. More gasping little yips
forced their way out of her throat as a puddle, an
actual puddle of her juvenile cunt cream spread on the
wooden seat. She strained upwards against all her
bonds, even the tie around her neck, turning a long
groaning sigh into a choking rasp. Then the preteen
went limp; her head lolled back and her butt plopped
down onto the wet wood and slid forward.
"Gnnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhh..." Karen sighed, slowly raising
her head. I reached up and stroked her forehead, gently
brushing back her hair, the strands dark with sweat.
Blue eyes slowly swam back into focus as the sexual
flush faded from her face, neck, and upper chest. Her
nipples and clit were swollen and dark with blood.
"Whhhhhaaa...?" It was as much an exhalation as a
question.
I smiled at Karen as I continued to caress her. "Wow,
you had a good one, didn't you? Now that's what
masturbating should feel like. Way better than the way
you were doing, wasn't it?" The fifth grader nodded
dreamily, but then grimaced as she realized her ass was
sliding around in liquid on the wooden seat.
"Oh, geez...." She tried to crane her head forward but
her neck was still restrained by the velcro. Her hands
and feet began to twist in agitation, rubbing her
wrists and ankles against their bindings. Her face
crumpled into an expression of disgust. "I...peed
myself! Oh, no..."
"No, honey, that's not pee. It's your girl juices. You
made a whole lot of it, that just means that you really
really enjoyed yourself. Here, you can see it's nothing
like pee." I swiped my fingers through the gooey liquid
on the seat and held them up for her inspection.
"Sniff!"
She tried to jerk her head away, but I smeared the
juice under her nose and across her cheeks and mouth.
In fact, the room now smelled more than faintly of her
preteen pussy. The odor was different than Renee's
completely prepubescent juice. Karen was spicier,
though nowhere near as pungent as a mature adult. I
looked at her drenched and still-oozing cunny and my
cock felt fit to burst from the realization that I had
coaxed this out of her somewhat against her will.
"OK, you said you'd let me go after you showed me how
to masturbate. You did, so now will you please untie
meeeeEEEEEAHHH!" Her words ended in a shriek as I
switched the toothbrush back on and clapped it against
her swollen clitoris. "Noo! Noooah! Nuh! NUH! NUHHH!"
Karen stiffened again as if electrified and her ass
slid back and forth in the mess she had made, trying to
wrench her oversensitive genitals away from the now-
torturous vibration.
"I will in a second, sweetie, but first - your hot
little baby-cunt looks good enough to EAT!" And so
saying, I shoved my face into her soaking slit, pushing
my tongue up the length and slurping in a generous
portion of her warm love honey. It was delicious.
With one hand I kept the toothbrush pushed against her
cunny while with the other I reached up and tweaked
those lovely red nipples, pulling and pinching, rolling
them between my fingers and thumb. The eleven-year-old
was yipping and gasping, begging incoherently - for
what, she probably didn't even know - as her body
twisted this way and that.
I kept my mouth and the vibrator fastened to her
nearly-hairless cunny. I roughly rubbed Winnie against
her clit while I slurped at her lips and hole. Then I
ran the toothbrush downward while I captured her clit
between my lips, sucking and trilling my tongue against
it. Juices gushed out of her, soaking my beard,
mustache, nose and cheeks. My nose and tongue thrilled
to her most intimate flavors.
Within two minutes I felt her pussy spasm against my
lips. Karen was cumming again, but I did not relent. I
kept up my mechanical, manual, and oral assaults on her
nipples and vulva, driving her to an ever higher sexual
peak. Her yips became moans, then whines, and finally
wild sobs as her immature nervous system was completely
overloaded by orgasmic sensation. Her clitoris palpably
throbbed between my lips and each flick of my tongue
against it made her entire body jerk. Finally she was
too wrung out to even catch her breath; her crying
became a series of sobbing gulps.
I was gasping for breath myself. I stood suddenly and
opened my shorts, yanking out my burning stiff penis. I
waved it before her glazed, almost unseeing eyes,
slapping it gently against her cheeks. She focused,
staring in terrible fascination as I pushed the angry
dark swollen head forward, pressing it lightly against
her red lips. I didn't intend to force it into her
mouth and indeed I had no time.
Rocking my hips backwards, I aimed at her chest, jerked
at my organ once, twice, and my cum surged out of me. I
grunted like an animal as each shot splashed against
her flushed skin. She flinched as five hot spurts
landed on her, coating both nipples and running down to
pool on her lap, in her bellybutton, over her smooth
mound and mingling with her own cunt juice.
The last of my energy drained out of me with my semen.
I milked the last drops out of my organ, then pushed it
back in the child's face. She attempted to lean back
away from it but I grabbed a handful of her hair in my
other hand and held her so I could wipe my cock on her
and smear sperm across the bridge of her nose and her
cheeks.
I stepped around behind the chair and scooted it around
so that Karen was looking directly at her reflection in
the full-length mirror. I picked up her eyeglasses and
gently fitted them back on her face. I stooped down and
put my lips at her ear. "Look at you," I whispered.
"You're a mess." And indeed she was. Her eyes were red
and puffy from crying.
She was flushed and gasping from exertion. Her long
hair was in disarray, sweat matting strands to her
forehead and neck. A big glob of sperm was running down
the side of her nose, and her chest and belly were
likewise dripping with my ejaculate. She stank of
sweat. Her thighs, ass, and crotch were completely
soaked with her own juices, and the puddle had actually
overflowed the seat. Her skinny chest heaved as she
fought to catch her breath. Her cunny lips were an
angry red and noticeably inflamed. Her clitoris stood
almost straight out from its hood, swollen far beyond
its normal size. Her body shuddered and jerked
erratically as little orgasmic aftershocks shot through
her.
"What do you see, Karen?" I whispered. She shook her
head vaguely, not really capable yet of a rational
response. I stroked her hair gently as I continued.
"I'll tell you what I see. I see a horny little girl. A
horny little girl with a hot little baby-cunt that just
loooooooves sex."
I paused as I spoke to nibble at her delicate little
ear. Each time I did a quick shiver wracked her naked
body. "There's nothing wrong with that. What those
fools at your church don't understand is that God made
our bodies, and He gave us these feelings. God wants
you to feel good. So you go ahead and play with your
hot little baby-cunt whenever you want. You masturbate
every day, at least once a day. And when you're sitting
in church and they're telling you that sex is bad, you
can nod and pretend to agree, and act like a pure
little virgin. You can tell yourself this didn't feel
good to you. You'll fool them, and you may try to fool
yourself, but you can't fool me. I know the truth about
you. God will know the truth about you. And deep down,
you'll know the truth about you, you and that hot
little baby-cunt of yours."
I gently removed the velcro tie from Karen's neck and
then unbound her wrists and ankles as well. She was too
exhausted to move, though, and just sagged back in the
chair. I lifted her knees gently over the chair arms
and placed her little feet back on the floor. "Now you
rest, and look at yourself, and think about what I
said. I'll go get a towel and clean you up." I left the
room.
The dazed fifth grader stared at herself in the mirror
for a minute, taking in her disheveled hair, her
nakedness, the semen and cunt juices smeared all over
her. Slowly, she scooted forward in the chair again,
spreading her legs wide. She reached her right hand
down and gingerly placed it on her soaked little cunny,
gasping and half-closing her eyes as her fingertips
traced the reddened, abused tissues.
She licked her lips and swallowed and then, as her
fingers slowly began circling around her button she
began speaking softly to herself. Her voice was almost
a sigh as she repeated over and over, "Touch my baby-
cunt. Touch my baby-cunt. Touch my baby-cunt..."
To be continued?
Thanks to all my correspondents for your feedback and
support, and a special thanks to Buffy the Vampire
Slayer for the loan of her yummy sushi pajamas.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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