From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Jenny's Couch  g11 (Mg, ped, mast, anal, cons, reluc, humil) by   
   Rufus Fugit   
      
   I didn't even speak to Karen for a couple of weeks after that afternoon   
   when I tied her up, stripped her, and forced two delightfully fierce   
   orgasms out of her reluctant eleven-year-old body. Every time I showed   
   up at Jenny's house after that Karen took one look at me and fled,   
   shutting herself in her bedroom the entire time I was there. I didn't   
   press it, since Renee complained to me that her sister was spending   
   ages in their shared bathroom every night now, "brushing her teeth".   
      
   We were sitting on the big sectional couch watching some after-school   
   cartoons. Renee was barefoot in a tshirt and loose khaki shorts. The   
   tshirt was from a jumprope contest her elementary school had sponsored   
   to raise money for the Heart Association.  She was sitting   
   cross-legged, leaning relaxed against me. I had my arm around the short   
   little girl, casually fondling her chest and belly. I hadn't tried to   
   do any more with the nine-year-old since that day, but I hadn't done   
   any less, either. Although I wasn't pressing the issue I treated her   
   body like it was a favorite toy, like I had a perfect right to touch it   
   any time. Even when other adults were around I would casually stroke   
   her long brown hair, rest my hand on her shoulder, or rub her back.   
   "You know she's not really brushing her teeth, don't you? That electric   
   toothbrush of hers is what she uses to masturbate. She's probably   
   sitting on the toilet, rubbing that thing into her cunny." I brushed my   
   fingers briefly across Renee's own crotch as I spoke, but then removed   
   my hand back to her torso. Renee absorbed this new information but as   
   usual, her face gave away little of what she thought about it.   
      
   My cock stiffened at the thought of the older girl masturbating   
   compulsively every evening, and probably hating herself for it. I was   
   wearing a pair of loose drawstring pants and a Hawaiian shirt. I had   
   taken to putting on silk boxer shorts on the days I was stopping by   
   Jenny's house. I enjoyed the feel of the cool slippery fabric against   
   my penis. It kept me in a state of constant partial arousal as I worked   
   my campaign to turn the two children into my eager sex toys. My pants   
   tented out a little as Renee continued, "I guess that's why the   
   bathroom smells funny when she's done." The little girl was smart, and   
   childishly uninhibited about sex as well. That was very unlike Karen   
   who apparently felt intensely guilty about her body's urges and her   
   inability to resist them. "I just wish she'd quit bugging me."   
      
   "Bugging you how?" I asked.   
      
   "You know...bugging me, like you did. She wants to touch me."   
      
   "Touch you? Like here, on your cunt?" My penis swelled again as I spoke   
   the dirty word into Renee's delicate ear, pressing my fingers again   
   into her crotch. "Why does that bug you? Don't you like that?"   
      
   "I like masturbating," Renee answered, "But, I dunno, I just don't want   
   her to. She's all weird about it, kind of mean. I dunno," she repeated.   
   I filed this information away.   
      
   "Have you masturbated yet today?" I asked. This frank, dirty talk with   
   the child was tremendously arousing to me. I could feel my heart   
   starting to race; my skin was alive to every inch of Renee's compact,   
   muscular little body leaning against me. My glans slid against my silk   
   underwear as, now fully erect, the stalk pressed against my abdomen.   
      
   Renee shook her head. "No, I do it at night in bed. I haveta be quiet,   
   but I can put my face in the pillow."   
      
   "Oh, that's smart that you figured that out." As I spoke I placed my   
   other hand on her thigh. Renee was a stocky girl but even so at just   
   nine years old the limb was slender enough that I could mostly encircle   
   it with my hand. I slid my fingers up the wide leg hole of her shorts,   
   feeling just up to the edge of her panties. "Since you haven't yet   
   today, can I do you? And you won't have to be quiet, either."   
      
   The dark-haired girl considered for a moment, unconsciously pushing out   
   her immature chest against my caress. "OK," she said, "But be nice. Not   
   so hard this time."   
      
   "Yes ma'am!" I smiled and kissed the top of her head, hugging her   
   tighter against me as I slipped my fingers beneath her panties. I   
   gently explored the warm, damp, smooth flesh of her hairless sex,   
   tracing the firm lips and feeling the heat coming from her tight slit.   
   She sighed and wriggled as I lightly circled the little cap of flesh at   
   the top of the slit. "Oh, you're such a hot little girl," I whispered   
   into her berry-scented hair. "Will you do something for me?" As I spoke   
   I stopped stroking her immature nipples, took her hand in mine and   
   pressed it against the throbbing bulge in my pants. I held it there for   
   a second, then slid her little palm up and down the length of the   
   cloth-covered tube. "Like that, ahhh..."   
      
   "What...? Oh, I know," Renee said mostly to herself. "That's your   
   thingy."   
      
   "That's right, Renee, that's my cock. And it's all stiff now, and it   
   feels so good when you do that. Yessssss..." I hissed through my teeth   
   as her hand glided up and down the length of my bulge. I returned the   
   favor, working my fingers into her slit. A little wetness began to coat   
   my fingertips and I spread it all around, circling the bud of her baby   
   clit as it peeked out. The girl cooed with pleasure and began humping   
   her mound against my hand. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed and her   
   breathing deepened, familiar signs to me of her mounting excitement.   
   "Do you like it when I rub your cunt, Renee?" She nodded without   
   speaking. "Tell me you like it; tell me what I'm doing and how good it   
   feels."   
      
   The child opened her eyes and looked up at me quizzically. "Why? Why do   
   you want me to talk - Ooo!" she exclaimed as I pressed hard and wiggled   
   my finger right on her clitoris.   
      
   "It's sexy, that's all," I explained. "You don't have to, but it makes   
   it feel even better for me when you do. It's like a game. Like I say,   
   'keep rubbing my big hard cock, your hand feels so good...'"   
      
   Renee looked dubious, but she was willing to comply. "I like you   
   rubbing my...cunt," she said, trying out the naughty word in her mouth.   
   "I'm getting tingly all over. Keep rubbing my cunt just like that." She   
   spoke matter-of-factly, the same way she'd describe her liking for   
   apples or ice cream, but as I continued masturbating the third grader   
   her voice got breathier. Hearing her talk about her cunt and   
   approaching orgasm in her high childish voice made my penis surge and   
   dribble precum under her continued ministrations. "Rub my cunt   
   faster...ah!...please. Your fingers feel...oh!...good on my cunt. Keep   
   rubbing it..."   
      
   I continued frigging her baby clit, gradually increasing both pressure   
      
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