Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 11

I woke cuddled between two children. Lilah's head rested on my arm. She was on her side with her face pressed into my armpit. I could feel gentle pricking from her tusks. She was naked, of course, and I felt the feverish warmth of her body pressed against me. She had one leg wrapped over my waist and was gently hunching herself against me. Her ribbon was scratchy. I looked down to see her eyes half-closed, just a rim of solid blue showing beneath her tattooed eyelids. I couldn't tell if she were awake, asleep, or in some liminal state. From my other side, Cindy was sleeping on her stomach with one thin arm thrown over my chest. She was wearing a long cotton nightgown with some popstar's face on the chest, part of the new wardrobe we had spent a long, expensive day shopping for.

The three of us together in my bed was the compromise we had arrived at. Cindy liked sleeping with Lilah, had been happy to have the security of another warm body to hold onto especially in those first terrible days after her brother's murder. But, she had explained to me haltingly after a few days, Lilah wouldn't leave her penis alone. Every night she would pull down Cindy's panties and spend a long time sucking on it, sometimes falling asleep with it in her mouth. And she had even tried to have intercourse a couple of times, though that was my gleaning. Cindy, at age ten, was a little fuzzy on exactly what Lilah was trying to accomplish. Under my absolutely inappropriate questioning, Cindy had admitted that the fellatio felt good and she had orgasmed more than once, but it also made her feel weird and it was interfering with her sleep besides. But she had objected when I had said the obvious thing was for Lilah to go back to sleeping in her kennel. To her it seemed like a punishment, like putting the younger girl in jail rather than the protection I meant it to be, keeping her from wandering in the night. So I allowed as how Lilah could sleep with me and I would take on the onerous task of fucking her silly, I mean, keeping her in the bed throughout the night.

But then Cindy didn't want to sleep alone. The couple of nights we tried, she woke up scared and climbed into bed with me. Ten might seem old for that, but for months she had slept with her brother at her side in whatever squat or park or doorway on the street they could find. So in the end I just formalized the arrangement.

And I was leaving Cindy pretty much alone. I would slide my hands up under her nightie and rub her back, which she liked to help her fall asleep. Her skin was so smooth and I found it tremendously arousing, usually leading me to discharge that arousal by untying Lilah's ribbon and fucking her silly before going to sleep myself. A couple of times I had noticed Cindy had not been completely asleep, finding her watching, wide-eyed in the darkened room, while I split Lilah's tiny peach as she fought for breath underneath my adult weight or as the girl rode me, drooling out of her betusked mouth into my chest hair. I didn't make any attempt to stop or cover up what was going on, just smiled at Cindy and laid my hand on her cheek briefly before going back to plowing her younger buddy.

Lately I had taken a tiny step further in the morning, fondling Cindy lightly before she awoke, sliding my hand under her nighty to caress her chest, feeling her tiny nipples erect beneath my gentle touch. One recent morning I was spurred to take another step. Pushing up the nightgown to uncover the sleeping girl's chest, I leaned down to gently take her nip in my mouth. I tongued the little bead to erection and then tightened my lips and sucked it, first gently and then with increasing force. Meanwhile I teased the other nip, tweaking it to hardness until I was ready to switch, dragging my tongue across Cindy's flat chest as I went. She tasted sweet, like sugared chai tea.

I sucked the second nipple with greater fervor, using suction to pull it as far into my mouth as I could. But when I got carried away and applied my teeth, gently I thought, Cindy made a noise and writhed beneath me. I looked up and - oops - our eyes met. Her nightgown was bunched up underneath her chin. "What...what are you...?" she half-whispered in the dim early morning light. "That kinda hurts."

I didn't stop. "Sorry," I whispered, "But I think you'll like the way it looks if I finish," and I started sucking and biting her nips even more enthusiastically. Cindy wriggled and twitched and made soft little noises, not really moans, just high-pitched short voiced exhales as I continued. Then I felt soft hair tickling my ear. Surprised, I slid my eyes to the side to see Lilah joining us, pressing her lips to Cindy's other nipple. Together we sucked and nibbled and gnawed at Cindy's nips until they were red, puffy and swollen. I fisted Lilah's hair to pull her off and sat up myself. "Now, run put on a tight shirt and look in the mirror. Go!" I urged the girl. Sleepily, Cindy clambered off the bed and walked into her bedroom next door. I heard the sound of her rummaging in the bureau, the rustle of fabric, silence for a few seconds, then..."Wow!" she exclaimed. She charged back into my room and jumped on the bed. She was still all tousle-haired and her eyes heavy with sleep, but she was wearing a small pink tshirt in a ribbed fabric that left a strip of belly showing above her lace-trimmed panties. And higher up...

"See?" I said. "Now you have proper boobies." Cindy smiled uncertainly. Indeed, there were two tiny bumps pushing out the snug fabric thanks to the swelling from Lilah's and my efforts. No doubt the swelling would go down during the day but I sent her off to school that morning with a smile on her face.

This gentle nipple torture became a regular part of our morning routine. After a few days the swelling became more or less permanent as long as renewed daily. Cindy had proud little pokies that seemed to boost her self-confidence even if they were mostly undetectable in her winter clothing. Once while Lilah and I were performing our delightful morning chore I saw a child-sized tent in her cute panties. I slid my hand over it and then up to knead her trembling belly gently but left it at that. For now.

The changes to my life were a lot more radical. All of a sudden I had a tweenaged child going to school in the city. I was considering putting my house over the mountain up for rent, maybe I would even sell it depending on how things went. For the benefit of Jenny & Rob and other friends, I let it be known that I was tired of driving two hours each way when my work was going to be here for the foreseeable future and so I had rented the townhome as a pied-a-terre. Karen and I had a long discussion, the upshot of which was she would continue to pay the rent for the remainder of the lease, at which point I'd either renew and take it over or find some other place suitable for both of us, me to live with Cindy and her to ply her trade, and she'd either pay me rent or a commission on her earnings. I arranged my working hours so I could be home most days when Cindy got home from school. She was a responsible little girl and I trusted her on her own for a couple of hours, but she wasn't on her own - Lilah was there too and her behavior was too erratic and I didn't want it on Cindy's head if something happened.

Cindy settled into her new school pretty well. She saw their grief counselor and it helped. After a long discussion of the pros and cons with Jenny and Rob, and then with Cindy, we decided it was best to disclose to the school that she was trans. The political climate was of course terrible and worsening but at least this state had so far prevented the MAGAts from promulgating the hateful legislation so many other states were doing - none of this bathroom bill bullshit. If Cindy needed trans-related medical care that might get dicey but if we ran into problems, well, Karen serviced enough doctors at least one of whom I was sure would be willing to help on the down-low, if the alternative were it becoming known they were regularly paying to fuck an underaged child. There were a couple of bullying incidents in the first days but Renee put a quick stop to that. I was pleased that the two had in fact become friends. Renee admired Cindy for her self-reliance, how she had made it living on the street for months, and Cindy saw Renee's independent spirit and her lack of concern for what others thought of her as goals for her own life. And of course they were both "girls with something extra". They were the only girls their own age they could share that with which automatically drew them together.

Cindy was starting to make friends in her own grade but so far there had been no sleepover invites. I wasn't sure what I would do when the first one came. Probably yell for help from Rob who was well wired into the PTA-industrial complex and would know which parents were reasonable humans.

I had not seen Karen or Renee for three weeks now, they'd been busy with family stuff the past two weekends, but tonight I'd invited everyone over for a Friday night dinner and surprise, and after the surprise Renee and Cindy were going to have a sleepover supervised by Karen which would ostensibly be so I could have a night off, the first one since Cindy had come to live with me.

After a few days of unseasonably warm weather, the cold had clamped back down on us, starting with eight inches of new snow, followed by a plunge in temperatures down to single digits in the nighttime. Which was going to be perfect for my surprise. I had told everyone to bring swimsuits which might have partially given it away but everyone pretended to be puzzled by that request in midwinter.

The question was what to do with Lilah while Jenny and Rob were over. There was no room in the house that they might not plausibly go into. Karen's office had the giant bowl of condoms put away and the porn switched off so that it passed for a normal spare room. I was worried even if I shut her kennel in Karen's bathroom, she might get a wild hair and start making noise. The garage had a storage closet that could be padlocked but it was unheated and that would just be mean. In the end I had to muscle her kennel up the steep stair-ladder into the attic - which was also unheated but got enough heat rising from below to stay around 60F - then pad it with moving blankets so it wouldn't rattle against the wood flooring, then get Lilah up the ladder and into the kennel along with water and her urinal, locking it this time with a combination padlock, then cover it with more blankets to try to muffle any noise she might make. I didn't bother trying to extract a promise from the little girl to keep quiet. Any such was only good until her next hallucination.

Dinner was samosas and butter chicken. I told the table Cindy had made the samosas by herself (True, with only my guidance at following the recipe, except for the final step of deep-frying where I had supervised her closely) and she glowed with the praise from everyone. The meal went great. There was a fraught moment when Cindy described with great relish Renee nut-punching one persistent sixth-grade bully and how he fell down and puked on himself and his daddy had to bring him clean clothes - an incident which Renee had neglected to mention to her parents, or to her sensei. Renee swore up and down she was going to tell her at next practice. "You had better," all three of us adults said as one. The sensei required that any use of force be reported. As a new black belt, Renee would be judged by a panel of instructors as to whether her actions were appropriate and proportionate or if violence could have been avoided.

Dishes were cleared, coffee and hot chocolate served and drunk, and now it was time for the surprise. Rob and I changed into our swimsuits in my room, Jenny and the girls in Cindy's. I had a pair of board shorts that were acid green and neon pink in a camo pattern. Rob's were much more sedate dark blue boxers. Jenny and her girls were all wearing one-pieces. Jenny's lemon-yellow number, though, had cutouts on the stomach low to the abdomen, on the sides, and a mesh panel in the back. Her generous bosom was contained, barely. Karen's suit was made to look like a racer's, light blue with white stripes up one side, and modest though cut high on the hip. Renee had a loose quarter-sleeve swim shirt in a magenta and white pattern with a zip front, clearly purchased by Jenny with an eye towards her younger daughter's growing chest, and a matching panty bottom. I noted no sign of Renee's usual extra appendage. She wasn't dumb.

However, I had indulged Cindy in her desire for a very girly wardrobe. She had a cream-colored bikini that set off her light brown skin elegantly. The top was a snug, slim Möbius bandeau, with a half-twist and a little paste jewel. The bottom was skirted. Together they showed off her swollen nipples delightfully, while discreetly covering her less feminine charms.

We all trooped downstairs, then down the second flight to the bottom floor and with a flourish I turned on the backyard lights and threw open the door into the sub-freezing night. Everyone crowded in the door, shivering. Outside at the bottom of the steps, sitting on a large astroturf carpet and under a sloped canopy, a round inflatable jacuzzi steamed in the frigid air. On either end of the jacuzzi was a small picnic-style wooden table with an ice bucket - a bottle of sparkling wine for the grownups and another of sparkling grape juice for the kids. I led the charge as we barefooted it through the new snow, down the stairs and into the hot water. It was supposedly sized for six adults, meaning more like 5 unless at least 2 were conjoined twins, so four adults and three girls made it a tight but not uncomfortable fit. I waited for everyone to get settled before I hit the button to turn on the jets. The girls cheered. Some splashing broke out. We passed a very pleasant hour, the hot water helping us get a little tipsy on the wine and the girls getting silly by contagion.

We hopped out, hotfooted (coldfooted?) it back inside. The adults got dressed and the kids changed into their PJs, goodbyes were said, and Jenny and Rob departed.

The first order of business was to get Lilah and her kennel down from the attic. When I uncovered and unlocked it, she burst out and scampered down the ladder and as I folded the kennel to carry it down I heard her thumping down the stairs. I had a moment worrying if I had remembered to change the unlock code on the back door, but when I got down she was in the kitchen. Of course, she had missed dinner. The butter chicken was gone but there were still extra samosas - I had scaled the recipe so we could have some for lunch tomorrow. I put four in a bowl on the table and Lilah tore into them. I left her there smearing greasy potato on her tusks and face.

When I got back upstairs I found Karen, in time-honored babysitter tradition, corrupting her young charges by explaining to them how to play "spin the bottle". The game raised all kinds of interesting possibilities with this crew, but I had something else in mind to kick off the evening. "Everybody, let's go back in the jacuzzi."

"Why did we put on our PJs, then?" Renee asked, a bit peevishly. "Now our swimsuits are all wet and gross."

"Who said anything about swimsuits?" I smiled. "The proper way to use a hot tub is in your birthday suit."

I think Karen's PJ tops and bottoms hit the floor before the "suit" was out of my mouth. One of the first lessons I had pounded into the child was that whores should be without clothes as much as possible and she had really taken it to heart. When she was enjoying a working Saturday here her clothes came off as soon as she walked in the door and stayed off until it was time for her to go home. Even if she had a long break between tricks, she would lounge around undressed in her room or up in mine, usually masturbating and epically edging herself. Some days the whole house reeked of her juvenile cunt cream by the afternoon, and the heavy scent would keep me horny long after she was done and gone. I could certainly fuck the child before she left but honestly? Now that she was growing up she was a little less attractive to me. Don't get me wrong, she was still an excellent lay and I enjoyed the hell out of her, but over the last two years of having preteens available to molest at need my preferences had shifted. Even two years ago, when Karen had barely begun her career as a preteen hooker and Renee was just discovering her delight at wearing a strap-on, when Moira sat down on my cock and we fucked in the sand at the beach, I had felt something subtly wrong with the size and heft of an adult woman. Karen was the oldest person I had screwed since then. Renee still held my full ardor. Her new breasts made her if anything more delightful, but I wondered if I would still feel that way when her hips broadened and her bush grew in.

In any case, having Lilah around was a handy outlet for me. She was a compliant cock-socket and useful to have around when I only saw Renee once a week at best, and had to sleep in the same bed with Cindy every night. Being able to dump my load in our little monster made it possible for me to maintain my measured pace to bring Cindy along without scaring her.

My musings were interrupted by Renee dashing back into the room, having darted into Cindy's room to shed her PJs. She swaggered back in with her bare titties jiggling and her strapon swinging proudly from side to side. This was the replacement for the one Lilah had ruined. "Nice!" I said. I put my arm around her shoulder, reached down to grab the rubber cock and mimed jacking it. Renee grinned saucily up at me.

"Penith!" Lilah exclaimed from the doorway. I hadn't heard her come up the stairs. The child could move like a ghost when she wanted to. She charged into the room, dropped to her knees in front of Renee, smacked my hand away with her unbandaged one, and in a single move swallowed Renee's cock to the root, with nothing more than a "Glurp!" as it slid past her gullet. Her throat bulged as the oversized organ plugged her esophagus. The little girl smiled as well as she could around the mouthful of cock and the chrome tusks framing it, then pressed forward, swallowing the rubber penis deeper and deeper until at last her nose bumped into the leather harness that held it snugged against Renee's crotch. Renee laughed out loud, then grabbed Lilah's ears and yanked her head back. Three or four inches of fake cock emerged from her mouth, shiny with spit and mucus. More obscene choking noises squeezed out of Lilah as Renee began to fuck her face. Her biceps flexed and swelled as she yanked the little girl's head forward and back.

I was considering if I should drop trou and join my preteen lover in spitroasting our little monster, but then I caught sight of Cindy who stood frozen watching Renee and Lilah. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was twisted. She looked like she was about to cry. We couldn't have that. "Okay, you guys, stop screwing around. Time enough for that later," I said. Renee looked up and her gaze swept across me and Cindy and just like that she understood the situation. She put the heel of her hand on Lilah's forehead, just above the bar that pierced the bridge of her nose, and pushed. Her penis slid out of the little girl's mouth and she went over backwards, coughing and spraying drool that splashed down onto her tusks, chin, nose, and cheeks. She lay on her back giggling and muttering "Penith penith penith," over and over.

"You don't have to undress," I told Cindy kindly. "No pressure. You can put your swimsuit back on, or whatever you want."

Cindy was rooted to the spot, staring down at Lilah's tattooed, pierced, and beribboned vulva but then she seemed to shake herself. She swallowed, looked around the room, and deliberately lifted her long nighty up over her head and tossed it on the bed. The ten year old stood defiantly bare-chested, her cafe-au-lait skin shining in the overhead light, wearing only panties. I had prepped Karen and Renee for this moment if it came, and both erupted into exclamations and praise for Cindy's new boobies, the reddened swelling of her nipples from the daily vigorous suck-and-nibble she received from me and Lilah each morning. Cindy smiled shyly and ducked her head. "I think...I'll keep my panties on," she said. Said garment was a bright purple satiny synthetic that she had chosen for the color but had discovered she especially liked the feeling of against her skin. They were edged with just a bit of white lace and sported a small lavender bow in front. Her little package was hardly noticeable.

I debated for a moment whether my naked body would be too much, too soon for Cindy but it's a fine line between respecting her sensibilities and coddling them and I decided she was probably ready. I stripped off without looking at her. "Come on, everyone, back downstairs!" I picked up Lilah around the waist letting her head and feet hang down. She groped blindly with her left hand until she found my tool and, still muttering "penith penith penith" in her wet lisp, started jacking it. As we headed down the stairs Renee and I were side-by-side and in a second Lilah's flailing with her right hand found her target. With a cock in each hand, Lilah giggled. Renee giggled too at her mop of gray hair almost brushing the stair treads. Lilah's pale butt sticking up in the air was too tempting a target. Renee spanked her on each cheek and then Lilah squeaked, "Eeeeee!" as the older girl stuck a finger up (or rather, down) her ass, pumping it as we descended the two flights.

I detoured into the kitchen to waterproof Lilah's injured hand with a gallon-size freezer bag and some duct tape. Then I grabbed the house remote from its bracket next to the alarm keypad, and opened the back door. Frigid air blasted in. "Everybody into the pool!" I shouted. First Karen, then Cindy ran out the door, followed by Renee who pulled her finger out of Lilah's butt with an audible pop. I came last as the girls clambered into the steaming water, yelping at the temperature. I tossed Lilah into the center and the girls yelped again as hot water splashed in their faces. Then I climbed in myself, ending up with Renee on my right and Cindy on my left. Once we were all in I thumbed the remote to turn on the outside lights again. After a few seconds I realized Lilah wasn't surfacing, about the time I felt something soft but firm clamp down on the head of my penis. I reached down, got ahold of a skinny arm, and dragged a sputtering Lilah to the surface. "Penith!" she cried and tried to dive back under the water. She growled at me when I held her up. I was not convinced she had the sense not to drown herself, so I kept a grip on her upper arm as I reached over and flipped on the jets. Everyone said some variation on "Ooooh!" as the water started rushing against their backs.

For a couple of minutes we all just enjoyed the heat and the contrast between the frigid air nipping at our noses and ears. There was frost in Lilah's gray hair as it chilled above the surface. Then I reached down and felt around under one of the little tables, coming up with a pint bottle of peach schnapps. I poured out a small capful, less than half a shot and as I handed it to Karen I said, "You can have a little of this but I trust you not to tell your parents I gave it to you." Karen sniffed at the liquid suspiciously, took a miniscule sip. Her face screwed up as it burned on her tongue. "Not like that, sweetie. You have to toss it down." I took the cap back from her, demonstrated, and then poured her a fresh measure as it burned its way down to my stomach. Karen took the cap back and tried to imitate me. But her throat closed up, she choked, and then had a coughing fit as most of it backed up into her sinuses. She waved her hand in front of her face as her eyes watered. I took the cap out of her hand, poured another half-shot and handed it to Cindy. She took it and downed it like a veteran drinker. "Whooo!" she blew out some air. "I drank way worse when Charlie," she stopped dead, her chin quivering, then went on determinedly "when Charlie and me were on our own." I put a comforting arm over the little girl's shoulders and it was purely by accident that my hand draped over her chest and my fingers came to rest toying with her puffy nipple.

Unfortunately I needed both hands to pour another short shot, which I handed to Renee. Like her sister, she sniffed at it suspiciously first but then tried to take my advice. She poured the liquor into her mouth but then had to clamp her lips shut and her face screwed up from the potent fumes and taste. It took her two tries but she managed to swallow it down. "Yuck!" she stuck her tongue out. "Grownups drink this? On purpose?"

Next I took another drink myself, this one straight from the bottle. I started to pour a shot for Lilah but quick as a snake she snatched the bottle out of my hand and upended it into her mouth, swallowing rapidly. Surprisingly little spilled out around her tusks. She surged up and stepped across the jacuzzi, still drinking, to evade my grab, but she bumped into Karen's legs and lost her balance. I snatched the bottle away from her. She had slammed down over half the pint. I gave her the stink eye as I capped the bottle and put it out of her reach.

The liquor and the hot water had the desired effect as the girls got giggly and silly. Renee was sitting on her heels and bobbing up and down so that her breasts bounced in and out of the water. I pulled her into my lap and started fondling her nipples. She squirmed so that my growing erection rested in her buttcrack.

Lilah, on the other hand, was shitfaced in no time. She was trying to suck on Cindy's nipples but was having serious problems with target acquisition. Cindy made a game out of it, letting her home in but then simply shifting an inch or two so that Lilah planted her face on the ten-year-old's breastbone. After a couple of attempts - and leaving impressions in Cindy's sensitive skin of her many facial piercings - she got frustrated and dove over the side of the jacuzzi, landing in a heap on the Astroturf. She staggered to her feet and then ran drunkenly into the snow, her bare body flashing in the house lights. I looked up anxiously at the adjoining townhomes but saw no sign anyone was home. Lilah loped unevenly across the yard then threw her naked body down and attempted to make a snow angel. Instead she only managed to cover herself in the powdery snow. She struggled up but only made it as far as her knees. "Rawr-hic!" she shouted at us, clashing her tusks together, and then slowly rotated forward to face-plant in the deep drift, leaving only her calves visible, sticking out of a Lilah-shaped depression. Her feet stayed pointing up for a moment and then slowly, one at a time, settled down into the snow

"Shouldn't we get her out?" Cindy asked. "She might get frostbite or something."

"She'll be fine," I said dismissively. "I'll get her when we go in. Now: have you girls ever heard of a game called Truth or Dare?"

Karen rolled her eyes at me but the classic game was unknown to her younger sister and Cindy. I explained the rules and in their mildly inebriated state both children thought it sounded like fun, though Renee put her hand on my shoulder and lifted up to whisper in my ear, "This is going to get weird, isn't it?" Gazing down at her beautiful small breasts bobbing in the steamy foam, I nodded.

"Karen, truth or dare?" I started.

Karen looked at me suspiciously. "Truth," she said slowly.

"Are you playing with your cunt right now?" Her blush was instant and visible even though her skin was already pink from the heat: her face, her ears, even her scalp visible through her wet hair, all went bright red. Nevertheless the subtle movement of her right shoulder that had tipped me off, did not stop. She ducked her head. "Yes," she whispered shamefacedly.

Her sister burst out "You whore!" with a caw of laughter, and I joined her good-naturedly.

"Fine!" Karen grated out. "Renee, truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Renee challenged her back.

"I dare you..." Karen obviously hadn't had one ready. She never was one for lots of forethought. "I dare you...I dare you to go lick Lilah's vulva for 60 seconds!"

Renee stared at her older sister. I could tell she wanted to refuse, but there was no way out. "She got you, kiddo!" I nudged her.

"Fine!" Renee stood up suddenly, water streaming off her body and sluicing from her waist-length brown hair. Her skin was instantly covered in gooseflesh and the large nipples on her perky breasts erected. I helped her over the jacuzzi's inflatable walls and she clasped her arms around her bare body and ran, high-stepping in the snow towards Lilah's prone invisible body. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she shouted with every step into the freezing powder. She yipped as she dropped to her knees into the snowdrift that was easily up to the top of her thighs, yipped again as she plunged her hands in too, grabbed Lilah's limp body and flipped her over on her back. But, smart girl, rather than lying down and putting her entire front in contact with the snow, she slid her hands under the passed-out child and lifted her ass up in the air. Lilah's pale, tattooed legs flopped limply to either side as Renee raised her bald peach up like a chalice and planted her mouth on it. I started counting aloud, "One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand," and Cindy and Karen joined in.

As soon as her tongue made contact with little Lilah's clitoris the girl jerked to life. Her body stiffened and raised up out of the snowdrift and her legs kicked up straight. "Eeeee!" she squealed, somewhat muffled by a faceful of snow. Her body started spasming instantly as an orgasm overtook her. She jerked and her mound banged hard into Renee's mouth. "Fuck!" Renee yelled again, raising one hand to her mouth. "You made me bite my tongue, you little cunt!" And with that she dived back into Lilah's puss but this time she bared her teeth and fastened them onto the exposed bulb of Lilah's clitty. Lilah spasmed and hollered again as her immature nervous system flared up with both pain and intolerable pleasure. They were really all the same to her drug-damaged mind, the two sensations together setting her nerves aflame. She screamed, a long, gravelly howl that quickly devolved into uneven, wild sobbing as Renee continued to slurp and nip at her swollen little knob. Liquid squirted from her slit, spraying against Renee's chin and splashing up her nose, making her snort and shake her head like an annoyed horse.

But she was an honest player. She kept her mouth firmly planted over Lilah's tattooed quim until, "Fifty-nine-one thousand, SIXTY!" the girls and I yelled together. As soon as she heard the last syllable Renee dropped Lilah back into the snow and set off at a dead run, leaping a long, shallow dive back into the jacuzzi with a tremendous splash. She surfaced shouting. "MotherFUCKER HOT HOT HOT!" Even a minute out there in the single-digit night air was enough to lose her acclimatization to the hot water. I pulled her down into my lap and wrapped my arms around her, planting a kiss on her mouth until she stopped yelling and her lips moved against mine. Our tongues dueled for a minute as I squeezed her titties and chafed her warming skin under the water. She pushed me away and sat up, panting for breath. "Little bitch peed on me," she declared. "I hope you enjoyed that mouthful!" I pretended to spit as all three girls laughed at me.

It took Renee a while to catch her breath. Once she did I was expecting revenge but instead she looked across me to Cindy. "Cindy, truth or dare?" Cindy looked uncertain how to answer. "I promise, nothing awful," she added.

"O...kayyy," Cindy said. She found a reservoir of boldness. "Dare!"

"I dare you," Renee said deliberately, "to let everybody here put a finger up your butt!"

I smiled at Renee and tipped her a wink. I had worried that with the liquor and the general hilarity she might forget what I'd asked of her.

Cindy looked nonplussed. "Why would...why would anyone want to do that?"

I put my arm around the child. "The thing is," I explained in a confidential tone, "if you're a girl with a penis, your butt is where boys will put their penis when you have sex with them. If you decide you like boys, of course. But even girls sometimes like to play with each others' butts like that. Renee and I do it all the time."

"I know all that, Charlie used to tell me that's what men would do to him." The alcohol had taken the sting out of saying her brother's name, for which I was glad. "But he said sometimes it felt good and I just never understood that part."

"Well I'll show you," Renee declared. "Stand up and bend over!"

I helped Cindy up. Between the booze and the roiling hot water she was none-too-steady on her feet, but I got her planted bent over the edge of the tub with her elbows on the small table. I pulled down her panties in the back, which had of course gone transparent and clung to her little brown ass like a second skin. Renee stepped over me to stand right behind Cindy. She lay her penis on Cindy's back, reaching halfway up her spine. No way the ten-year-old was ready for that! Renee spit on her fingers then reached down and pushed between the younger girl's light brown cheeks. Cindy straightened up and her whole body tensed. Renee put a hand on her neck and pushed her back down. Then she used one hand to pull her cheeks apart, exposing her crinkled backdoor, and quickly rewetting her index finger in her mouth, pushed her fingertip against Cindy's anus. I chuckled as I saw it contract inwards, but Renee continued to massage it lightly until Cindy relaxed. Then she pushed gently. There was a moment of resistance but then Cindy exclaimed "OH!" as her ring flexed and opened and Renee's fingertip poked in.

Renee took her time, rubbing Cindy's back gently with one hand as she worked her finger back and forth, pushing just a fraction further in with each stroke. Cindy groaned in a high, sweet voice with each push until finally, Renee's finger was inside her to the last knuckle. She leaned forwards, pressing her breasts against Cindy's back, and kissed her on the cheek. "How's that?"

"Um," Cindy said, and "Um," again. "It feels...weird. Sort of good, but...weird."

"OK," I said, "Karen's turn!"

Karen didn't stand, just scooted across the tub. She stayed neck-deep in the water, just lifting out one hand with a gooey finger - it was plain where it had been - and made little circles around Cindy's starfish, then pressed hard. Her finger disappeared quickly inside the ten-year-old, who yipped in surprise and then yipped again as Karen pulled out just as quickly. "Your turn," she smirked at me.

My turn, indeed, and I was the one other person in this tub with a prostate and who knew how to find it. Like Renee had done I wet my index finger in my mouth. I rested it on Cindy's twitching asshole while I put my other hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me, leaning forward so we were almost nose-to-nose. Then I pressed in. I saw her eyes flare as my finger, much bigger than either of the girls', stretched her sphincter open. I pushed steadily in, curling my fingertip down slightly until I found the spot. I knew I had it when Cindy's breath gusted out of her, and I started rotating my fingertip as I pressed in further. The sensation took her breath away. She tried to squeal but could only make a sort of high-pitched wheeze. I took my free hand and passed it across her chest, trapping each swollen nipple briefly between fingers, then went south. I insinuated my hand between her and the tub. Sure enough, she was hard as stone and her little wiener was twitching in time with my strokes in her butt. "Feels good?" I asked. Cindy's eyes were closed and her mouth had dropped open. All she could manage was a shaky nod as I gripped her erection through her clinging underwear and stroked my thumb and finger up and down it.

Her dry orgasm was so sudden it surprised me. Her cute little penis jumped in my hand and her knees turned to jelly. I barely caught her before she fell into the water, but that pressed my finger even harder into her anal passage and now she found the breath to yell. "WOWWWWW!" she groaned, and shivered all over. I held her until she got her feet back under her. Then I turned her towards me and with my finger still fully embedded in her back passage, laid my other hand on her cheek and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I like to make you feel good," I whispered as I slowly withdrew my finger. She shivered again as it slid out of her.

Cindy turned around and plopped down into the water, not bothering to pull up her panties. She just sat there panting, her face flushed, until I nudged her gently. "It's your turn," I said.

She looked up at me and her pale eyes were deep and full of emotion, her face open and questioning. "Truth or dare?" she asked me.

I put an arm around her shoulder. For just this moment we were the only two in the tub, in the yard, in the whole world. "Truth," I whispered back.

"Do you want to fuck me?" There was no adult coyness here. It was an honest question that the little trans girl was tasting the shape of as she asked it.

"Yes. Yes I do," I said, and bent down to kiss her again, moving my tongue against her lips until they opened, then pushing into her mouth and tasting her fully, finding her tongue and teasing it until it squirmed against mine and they tangled briefly. I put my other arm around Cindy and pulled her into my lap, holding her against me and I knew she could feel my erection pressing against her butt. I broke our kiss. "But not before you're ready," I said into her mouth, and then kissed her again.

The moment was shattered by Karen and Renee both splashing water on us. I sputtered and looked over to see Renee rolling her eyes and Karen making jack-off motions with her fist. We all broke out laughing together. "I think it's time to go inside," I said, and together we all stood and dashed for the back door where I had left a pile of bath sheets. The girls started upstairs and I was about to follow them, when "Oh, shit - Lilah!" I exclaimed. I went back out into the sub-freezing night to collect our little monster from where she lay snoring drunkenly in the snow.