Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 12

I poured out four more cups of hot chocolate and hit them all with a squirt of Redi-Wip. Renee, Cindy, and I were in our PJs. Karen was naked, her honey-toned complexion glowing in the warm overhead light. And Lilah was upstairs in my bed, still passed-out drunk. I had laid her near the edge of the mattress and put the wastepaper basket right beside in the forlorn hope that if she woke and had to puke she would put it there instead of soiling the bedclothes.

As I brought the last cup to the table I also had an airline bottle of peppermint schnapps in my hand. "Anyone want some of this in their drink? It's alcohol but it's mint flavored - goes good with chocolate."

Karen and Renee both made faces and shook their heads, but Cindy said, "Yes, please," and so I split the bottle between my cup and hers - a little more to hers. It would help later if she were a little extra-relaxed. We sat around the table chatting. Cindy whispered in my ear. "Go ahead," I answered, "she won't mind."

The ten-year-old turned to Karen. "Why didn't you get dressed? I saw you brought pajamas."

Karen's expression changed subtly, just a little tightness around the eyes, but she answered lightly. "Because I'm a whore. Whores go naked whenever we can."

"Is that so you can have sex with us?"

"With anyone," Karen answered. "Did you know once I went trick-or-treating naked?" Cindy's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Not this year," Karen continued, "When I was little, like your age, I got painted on my body like a leopard, like a leopard costume so no one could tell I wasn't wearing clothes, and I went around like it was nothing but because I'm a whore it made my cunt sooooo hot to be naked in front of people, but then this boy figured it out so I sucked his penis so he wouldn't tell, and then his friends all wanted their penises sucked too, and they all paid me for it, and then a whole bunch of boys paid to fuck me, right out in the open, in somebody's backyard."

"I remember that!" Renee piped up. "You had so much sex you couldn't even walk! And then you won a prize and you had to be carried up on stage to get it and you were naked in front of the whole neighborhood!"

Karen turned to me. "Yeah, and I had cum all over my body, and my cunt had so much juice and cum running out of it that I had to wear your jacket and when you put it on me and picked me up you also put your penis in me! And I was up on stage trying to take my prize and getting fucked at the same time. I felt you squirt in me and I had to pretend like nothing was happening!" Karen laughed, a far cry from her humiliation and anger at the time. She had thoroughly edited her memory of that night, forgetting the agony of having her face pierced by titanium wires without warning or consent, her terror at suddenly realizing she was being forced to walk my neighborhood with her naked body exposed, her sense of betrayal when I pushed her into sexually servicing dozens of teenagers until her vagina was so raw and sore it hurt to walk and she was exhausted. It made sense. It might've been the only way she could keep her sanity, by retconning her rape, forced exposure, and coercion into prostitution into something fun and exciting.

Cindy took this with open-mouthed wonder. "Wow. I don't think I could be a whore." Then she burped, and giggled. The extra shot of schnapps was taking effect. Time for the next step. "Let's go back upstairs. I have a present for you." We all went back up to the bedroom with Cindy asking "what is it? What is it?" all the way.

I retrieved a gift box with a pretty bow from the bureau and we all settled down on the bed. Lilah had rolled over on her back with her arms over her head and her legs splayed, the candy-cane ribbon criss-crossed over her vulva stretched tight. Her eyes were open and were tracking side to side but she was breathing deeply and otherwise still and it was impossible to tell if she were conscious or not. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth onto the bedspread. I took a second before I sat down to peel off the duct tape and take her splint out of the plastic bag. Her arm was limp and flopped back on the bed when I let it go.

"Before I give you your present," I set the box down on the nightstand out of Cindy's reach. I smiled at the brief look of frustration that passed over her childish features. "I thought we might do something else you two won't want to mention to your parents." I opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small onyx pipe and a thumb-sized block of hash in a tiny ziploc.

Karen's eyes lit up. I knew Moira had first gotten her high at age eleven, at the party where she made her spectacular public debut as a prostitute. She was tipsy, stoned, ripped on cocaine, and drunk on semen before that night was over. (Also a couple thousand dollars richer.) And she had smoked several times since then while hanging out with Paul and his band. Pot made her even hornier than normal, hard as such a thing was to conceive. Or maybe it just made it easier for her to emotionally disconnect from the unpleasant parts of sex, the physical messiness that the fastidious little girl had never gotten used to, the inevitable discomfort of taking adult-sized cocks into her child-sized vagina and back passage, the way semen clogged her throat and burned in her sinuses, and the repeated trauma of exposing herself, figuratively and literally, to adult men who didn't care about her except as an object to be used for their own pleasure.

Renee, however, looked dubious. "I don't know..." she said.

"It's ok, kiddo," I reassured her. "You've been high before."

"Have not!" she shot back.

"Have too! Remember that time we tied Karen to the bed and took turns on her all night?" I saw Karen blush as Renee nodded. "I was smoking, remember? And the room was full of smoke so even if you didn't hit on the pipe, you definitely got a secondhand high from it. I could tell by the way you were acting. You were extra slutty that night!" Renee was so thoroughly sexualized from two years of activity with me that she took that as a compliment and entirely in stride. I loved that I had so corrupted the child, or could equally say, freed her from society's irrational prejudices except I'm not that much of a hypocrite. She smiled at my perverse praise but still looked uncertain. "Just try one hit, and if you don't like it, you can stop." I knew full well that this stuff was so strong one hit would be more than enough for an eleven-year-old. "How about you?" I turned to Cindy.

She did her best to look blasé and worldly, happy to maybe have one situation where she wouldn't be the baby of the group. "Sure. I smoked stuff all the time when we were on the street."

"Cool." This was in fact the same fudgy black Hawaiian hash I had been smoking on the night I had referred to, the last of the batch. I took a generous pinch off the block, put it in the pipe and fired it up. I got a nice lungful and passed the pipe to Cindy on my right. The little girl took a deep hit - obviously she wasn't lying about having smoked before - and passed it on to Renee. Renee took the pipe but clearly still wasn't completely onboard. While she hesitated I turned and bent down to exhale my smoke into Lilah's face, then had to jerk back to avoid collision as the child sat bolt upright, coughing and spraying spit everywhere. She shook her head violently then turned her tattooed face to me. "Rawr!" Her eyes opened wide, showing the solid blue sclerae and blown pupils that made her so disconcerting. "Are we dragons?"

Meanwhile, Karen had rolled forward onto her elbows, her bare breasts brushing the bedspread, and was performing the same service for Renee. "When I blow out, you suck in, okay? You'll want to cough but hold it in as long as you can." Karen used the lighter and got a good draw, inhaling an enormous lungful. Then she put a hand on the back of Renee's neck and pulled her little sister's face to hers and blew out. Their loose hair made a bicolored curtain over their faces. Renee got a decent inhale but, unused to it, pulled back when Karen still had plenty of lung capacity. Almost immediately Renee started to cough but Karen quickly put a hand over her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut, forcing Renee to hold in the smoke even as her lungs rebelled and her eyes watered. That worked for maybe ten seconds, then Renee violently jerked away and fell back prostrate, then rolled over with her head hanging off the end of the bed, coughing. Karen patted her on the back. As her coughing fit subsided, Renee rolled over again onto her back. "Whoa, dizzy," she mumbled. Karen patted her shoulder as she took her own (really second) hit on the pipe, then passed it back to me. I checked that there was still a bit left and then held it for Lilah whose eyes crossed as she fitted it into her lips between her tusks and sucked in the last bit of smoke. As I refilled the pipe she hopped off the bed and started capering around the room. "I'm a dragon! Rawr!" she declared as she puffed out the smoke. She stopped suddenly and with an "Oops!" clapped her uninjured right hand over her vulva and ran into the bathroom, just making it onto the toilet as urine sprayed between her fingers.

As the first body rush of the high rolled over me I sent the pipe around a second time just to make sure that the children would be good and wrecked. I put on some music, and Cindy was bobbing her head to it. Renee was still on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Lilah, after I followed her into the bathroom and made sure she washed her hands and rinsed out her ribbon before I rethreaded it through the six holes in her labia, was being a dragon, crawling around the bedroom on hand and knees and blowing flames at whatever piece of furniture or hallucination caught her fancy. And Karen was starting to look a little uncomfortable, squirming around and trying to get some friction between her cunny and the bedspread without being too obvious about it.

I put my arm around Cindy and pulled her to me for a brief open-mouthed kiss. She hesitated for just a moment but then opened her lips to meet mine. I looked into her blue-gray eyes. "You asked if I wanted to fuck you. Of course I do, you're such a beautiful little girl, especially with your new boobies." I raised her nighty to caress the little bumps on her chest and she wriggled with pleasure. "But you're not ready for a grownup cock yet. So here's something to help you get ready." I handed Cindy the box. She looked at me questioningly. "Go on, open it."

Cindy took off the lid. It held a slim silver vibrator, about as big around as my index finger, and a small bottle of "warming" lube. Baby's first vibe. "This'll help you get used to relaxing your butthole and having fun with it. Here, let me show you." And without asking permission I tugged on Cindy's nightgown to get it out from under her butt. Once she was no longer sitting on it I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off, leaving her in a cute pair of socks with bunnies on them and the nightgown around her waist. I gave her the vibrator and held my hand over hers as I squeezed out some lube on the tip. She looked a little dazed as I guided the tip of the vibrator, with her still holding it, down to just touch her anus, which twitched at the contact. "Now push," I said, "Not too hard, just until it goes in." Cindy opened her mouth as if to speak, but couldn't think of what she meant to say. More or less on automatic pilot she did as I said. She pushed; nothing happened. She pushed again; still nothing. Her starfish remained closed tight. She pushed again, harder, then a bit harder still, until with a surprised "OH!" her asshole relaxed and the tip of the vibrator entered her.

"There you go," I said, and stroked her hair. "How's that feel?"

"Ooo...kayy," Cindy answered slowly. Her eyes were glassy and vague - the drugs were definitely taking hold.

"Now, push it in further, don't force it, gently, only as far as it wants to go..." Cindy obeyed, her expression slack, her focus turned inward, concentrating on the new sensation of the smooth, cool metal sliding into her anal passage. "Feel good?" She nodded absently. Then I reached down and twisted the switch on the boot. The hum of the vibrator's motor was quiet but the effect on Cindy was electric. She gasped and threw her head back. Her hips jerked involuntarily and just below the hem of her rucked-up nightie I saw her penis instantly stiffen and stand up straight, pressing against her belly. I put my hand back over hers and pumped the vibe gently in and out, watching her sphincter muscle twitch and clench and her smooth little penis jump and strain. "Now just move it in and out, as fast as you want or as slow as you want." Cindy's eyes closed and she was starting to pant. I leaned over and put my lips against a flushed ear. "And just think how good it'll feel," I whispered, "when it's my cock doing that." She shivered despite the room's warmth.

I sat up. Karen was sitting cross-legged, supporting her chin on one hand with the elbow on her knee and watching Cindy discover her pleasure with rapt attention. She wasn't even trying to hide that she was stroking herself lightly. Her nipples were erect, red and swollen and sticking out like ripe cherries. I inhaled deeply and, sure enough, under the lingering odor of the hashish was the tantalizing scent of Karen's thirteen-year-old aroused cunt. Renee was still lying on her back, but one hand was busy - she was slowly stroking her cock through her shorty PJ bottoms. The head and a couple inches stuck out of the waistband. And as I realized my skin was tingling all over and I was extremely hard, I had an idea. Well, actually the hash had an idea, but I said it out loud. "Let's take turns." Everyone looked at me except for Lilah who I think was using her dragon flame breath to incinerate the ottoman.

"We'll start with Cindy!" The little girl looked up, startled. "Everybody love on Cindy!" I grabbed the hem of her nighty and pulled. It came off over her head and her one arm came up sort of automatically, but her other hand was slowly moving the vibrator in and out of her ass, so the gown ended up hanging off that arm. It was good enough. I rolled over and before she could say "boo!" I had Cindy's penis in my mouth. I sucked it in to the root, then slowly pulled off with maximum suction. Cindy gasped as I gently nipped at the glans. "C'mon, girls," I waved Karen and Renee to join me. Renee rolled over and elbow-walked to put her head together with mine and in the next moment we were sharing Cindy's neat little penis, each of us lapping at the shaft, the head, her tight bald scrotum. I replaced Cindy's hand on the vibrator with my own and started sort of moving the end in small circles so that it stirred inside her as I gently pushed it in and then pulled it back. Her breathing got heavy, accompanied with explosive little moans.

Karen, meanwhile, had pressed her breasts against Cindy's almost-flat chest. When I took Cindy's hand off the vibe, Karen gently finished divesting her of her nightgown and then pressed their lips together and gave her a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Cindy's eyes were dazed as Renee and I continued fellating her. Her toes curled inside her bunny socks and her legs started bicyling with her heels against the bedspread and within another minute - she came. Her penis twitched and jumped and she made a drawn-out groan into Karen's mouth. I held her penis, shiny with spit, with my thumb and two fingers and jacked it gently. It stayed hard and straight as a nail. "See how many more times you can get her off," I whispered to Renee, and she took Cindy's penis in her hand and pulled it down so she could get her mouth on it. With her other hand she took over driving the vibe, continuing to move it slowly in and out of Cindy's asshole. I kissed my way up the ten-year-old's abdomen, tongued her bellybutton, kissed along her belly, her chest, sucked hard at each swollen little nip in turn, dragged my tongue up her neck and along her jawline to nibble her ear. I joined Karen in a brief three-way kiss, tasting each child's mouth. I fondled Cindy gently, from breasts down to brush my fingers across her penis as Renee's mouth moved up and down it. "I love you so very much," I whispered in her ear. "I'm so sad for you for the reason that brought you here, but I'm so happy that Lilah brought you to me."

I heard Renee's slurping suction and felt Cindy tremble beneath my hands as she climaxed again. She was sweating freely in the warm room. She stroked Karen's back with one hand and put the other around my head, pulling my lips back to hers. Her pale eyes were shiny and as I gazed into them tears spilled. "I...I...love you, too...ooouuggh!" she groaned as Renee sucked her balls into her mouth and flicked her fingers back and forth across Cindy's glans, making the hairless little pole jump and bounce against her belly and back up. Six eager hands all caressed her as her breathing got louder and more labored and her pale body writhed on the bedspread. "Oh...oh...oh...OHHHH!" she half shouted as she shivered through yet another prepubescent orgasm. She was panting heavily now. "No...no more," she managed to gasp out, reaching down to push Renee's face away. Her penis came free of Renee's pursed lips with a pop and lay quivering against her abdomen. I raised my head to look down at her teary eyes in her flushed face, her light brown hair fanned on the bedspread. Karen was placing little butterfly kisses all over her upper chest, dipping down to lick her nipples.

I waited, gently stroking Cindy's nips, belly, down to just graze her penis to feel her tremble. It was still half-erect, ah, the wonders of childhood! I waited until her breathing calmed. Then I leaned in and whispered to her and Karen, "Renee's turn next, jump on her when I say, ok?" Karen's grin was full of mischief and, looking from her to me, Cindy smiled too, if a bit uncertainly. "Ready...go!" Karen threw herself at her little sister, yanking open the snaps of her PJ top to expose her chest and pushing her up and over so she went from crouched over Cindy to on her back pointing in the other direction. Karen fell crosswise over Renee with their breasts rubbing together and planted a wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on her lips. I lunged forward and pulled off Renee's PJ shorts and tossed them off the bed. They drifted down over Lilah's face who promptly bonked face-first into the wall. Renee's strapon wobbled and bobbed side to side as Karen finished removing her top. I dived for it, got both hands around it, and stuffed it in my mouth. I pulled off, declared "I want your cock, little girl!" and dived back on. I used my hands to press hard on the leather harness, getting as much friction as I could against Renee's bald cunny behind it. She broke Karen's kiss, laughing hysterically, and lifted her head so she could watch me fellate her. Our eyes met and I saw frank desire. She was no longer completely a little girl. The two delectable mounds on her chest proved that.

Cindy hovered uncertainly to the side, unsure of what she could or should do. I reached out and pulled her down next to me. "Help me suck this cock, Cindy," I said. "Renee, wouldn't you like Cindy to suck on your big penis?"

"Oh, yeahhh," Renee said, a bit theatrically. "Cindy, suck my big hot penis!"

If Cindy hadn't been high, the weirdness of the situation might have overcome its eroticism, but with a head full of hash she had no problem going with it. She lowered her head and together we lipped up and down the length of Renee's shaft. We took turns topping it and sucking on the molded glans. I showed her how to lick along the back of the crown and nibble on the frenum. Not that Renee could feel it, but I hoped that one day soon I would benefit directly from the lesson. Renee was giggling the whole time, giggling and sighing as her immature cunny began to heat and open up from the friction. I left Cindy to continue fellating her friend and moved up alongside Karen so I could kiss and caress Renee's titties. I sucked one nipple while I tweaked the other, switching back and forth and coaxing them both to full erection, while Karen kissed Renee's full lips. Then we switched so I could kiss all over Renee's face, licking up along her jawline to the two little moles by her ear, nibbling all along the pinna, breathing "slutty girl!" into her ear, then moving back to her mouth to enthusiastically swap spit.

"Mmph...wait...stop," Renee pushed me away from her face. "Look what I can do!" She reached down and also pushed Cindy off her cock. She held it by the base and swung it so it bobbed up and down from side to side. But then she reached under the scrotum to press on what would have been her taint if it weren't molded latex. There was a click, and the fake cock abruptly stopped wobbling side to side and stood up stiff and straight.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. I grabbed it and tugged. It was unbendable now. Not only that but it was still squeezable latex on the outside but with a hard core underneath, feeling very much like the real thing. "Wow," I repeated, "How's it do that?"

"Something with magnets," Renee said, "I dunno exactly but isn't it cool?" I agreed it was amazingly cool.

Lilah chose that moment to join the party. She popped her head up over the side of the bed, her solid blue eyeballs wide. Her hair had grown in long enough now to qualify as a messy mop, though it was gray-white instead of her former pale blond. Her skin was flushed under her facial and body art and she was sweating freely. Damp strands of gray were tangled in the many rings and studs in her ears and through her brows. In the bedside light I could tell the difference between the black of her fully dilated pupils and the dark blue of her sclerae. "Rawr! PENITH!" she declared and jumped up onto the bed. But she attacked not Renee, but Cindy's prepubescent tool, sucking it into her mouth and tongueing and gumming it enthusiastically. Drool spilled out around her tusks and puddled on Cindy's belly.

Cindy writhed. Her penis was still far too sensitive from three dry orgasms in rapid succession. "No! Too much, stop!" Lilah ignored her. She lay down on top of Cindy, rubbing their perspiring bodies together. With a knee on either side of Cindy's head, she tried to push her swollen, tattooed clam against Cindy's mouth but the other girl was tossing her head too energetically. Cindy was crying now with tears running down from the corners of her eyes. Her penis surged back to full erection but the sensations from Lilah's toothless gums and active tongue were too overwhelming to be pleasurable.

Renee rolled up on one elbow to watch the two younger girls in their sexual struggle. Our eyes met and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I reached over to the night table and tossed her the bottle of lube. She popped it open and squeezed out a giant glob onto the head of her strapon and then used both hands to spread it up and down the shaft. Once it gleamed from tip to nuts, Renee kneewalked to Cindy's head. She grabbed Lilah by her hips, right at the edges the tattooed rocker that proclaimed her "MONSTER" and hoisted her off of Cindy with her butt in the air. She leaned over until her penis was at the proper angle to press it between Lilah's cheeks. Then she pulled with her arms and pushed with her hips. Lilah's head jerked back and she yelped as Renee's penis crashed through her sphincter and plunged to its full length in her bowels. "OW WOW WOW RAWR!" Lilah roared and dissolved into broken sobs and laughter as Renee started to bugger her. Her thrusts were slow but powerful. As she withdrew, Lilah's distended sphincter clung to the shaft, pulling away from Lilah's body. Renee pulled out until only her glans remained inside then without pause reversed. Her arm muscles swelled and moved under her olive skin as she pushed back in. Lilah's "rawr" went up the scale in pitch and volume until it was nearly a screech as Renee's thighs pressed tight against Lilah's pale tattooed flesh. Underneath, Cindy appeared stunned as she stared up at the junction of ass and strapon. Her belly heaved as she fought for breath but at least Lilah had left off sucking her intolerably sensitive little wiener. It stayed stiff and pointing straight at her chin.

I pressed myself against Renee's side, took her head in my hands and turned her face to meet my lips. Hers parted and she thrust her tongue in my mouth. As always her technique was more enthusiasm than finesse. Her tongue stabbed against mine, trying to trap it as if we were thumb wrestling. I put a hand over her breast, tweaking the large nipple and then bouncing the small hemisphere in my hand. Renee hummed into my mouth as I started brushing my hand back and forth across her titties, more and more firmly until I was lightly slapping them side to side. Renee's humming became a soft moan as the little half-globes reddened under the loving abuse. Then it was my turn to moan as Renee took one hand off Lilah's hot, sweaty skin and dipped into the fly of my pajama bottoms to wrap it around my straining erection. In an obscene variation of pat-your-head-rub-your-tummy she jacked me in a completely different rhythm than she was assfucking Lilah. Her fingers skimmed over my glans at the peak of each stroke, spreading the precum that was leaking freely. I finger-combed her long brown hair with my unoccupied hand, gently pushing my fingers through the waist-length waves to skim my fingertips up and down her back. Her skin was hot and damp. The scent rising off my preteen lover triggered a head rush. I looked around, trying to reestablish my bearings. The room was overwarm from all of our body heat we were all flushed and sweating. I felt it trickling down my sides from my armpits and saw wetness trickling down between Renee's lovely breasts as I made them jump and shimmy.

Another scent reached my nose, the unmistakable bouquet of Karen's arousal. I looked over. She was sitting splay-legged watching us, her hand noisily rubbing up and down her soaking slit. Her labia, vulva, her fingers and her thighs were all smeared with her thick cream and the heavy scent was permeating the room. With an open-mouthed inhale the aroma filled my sinuses and the flavor teased my tongue, and suddenly I had to have her. I tore off my PJs, got a foot under me and jumped over Lilah and Cindy, landing on my knees between Karen's legs. I fell forward onto the 13-year-old, her breasts pressed against my chest and her swollen nipples little points of fire against my skin. I lined up with one hand and with a single thrust was fully embedded. "Oh, JEEZ!" Karen groaned as she was suddenly penetrated and stuffed full. With no pause I started fucking the child as hard as I could. I had no finesse in the moment, nothing but pure animal lust for the girl I had molested, raped, and convinced that her destiny in life was to be everyone's fuck toy. Our flash slapped wetly together as I pistoned more and more of her juice splashed out of her. "Oh god," Karen moaned, "Oh god, fuck me, fuck my whore cunt, make me cum, I need it so bad, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckMEEE!"

But I needed it bad, too, and with the hashish in my bloodstream magnifying every single sensation I was unable to hold back. "Take it you whore, you filthy whore, take it, take my cum, TAKE IT!" I sprayed spittle in Karen's face as I erupted inside her, ejaculating what felt like an entire river of semen, filling her child-size cunt to overflowing. The tenor of the wet sounds we made together changed as her own cream was churned into a foam with my more viscous seminal fluids and squirted out around my twitching shaft, drenching our junction and the bedclothes below. I grunted as each diminishing spasm delivered more sperm into Karen's hopefully infertile womb. Finally, I was done. My heart was thundering in my chest. I was gasping for breath and with my mouth open I was drooling into Karen's mouth.

Karen's groans became a whine of frustration as my pumping slowed to a stop and my cock started to detumesce inside her hot and clenching channel. "Noooo, I didn't finish!" she whined. "Oh god I need it, help me, someone help me, oh godohgodnoooo!" As I slipped out Karen had both hands in her crotch, shoving fingers into her steaming channel and tormenting her grotesquely large clitoris, now swollen to its full size. The air was cloying with the reek of her desperation and thank goodness I had the solution.

"Lilah!" Lilah's head came up in response to her name. Renee hadn't stopped assfucking her this whole time. Lilah's tusks threw reflections of the light around the room as her head bounced up and down from the force of Renee's buggery. Her eyes struggled to focus on my pointing finger. With a gravelly roar, Lilah launched herself at Karen. Renee's cock popped out of her gaping asshole, springing upright and splashing Renee from belly to forehead with a mixture of lube and Lilah's anal juices. "Rawr!" the naked nine-year-old roared again as she shoved her face into Karen's crotch. White foam splashed on her face from the force of her impact. She opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, slurping up the creamy mess as more oozed out. Her jaws worked and her tusks clashed together. The points indented the flesh of Karen's thighs as she moved her head from side to side. She bit harder and Karen's moans climbed the scale and her body heaved as those razor-sharp tusks pricked and pierced her tender skin. Then Lilah reared back and surged forwards, clamping her toothless gums around Karen's throbbing clitoris and jamming her tusks into her blood-flushed vulva.

"OH JEEEEEEZ!" Karen screamed and her body jerked and spasmed as her climax overtook her. Her arms and legs thrashed against the bed. Hot girl-cum shot forcefully from her gaping labia, hitting Lilah full in the face and drenching her. The nine-year-old laughed maniacally, her tusks sinking deeper into Karen's most tender flesh, moving her head so the firehose of cunt cream plastered her gray hair against her skull, then arced over to splatter onto her back and run in thick, gooey trails down her sides. Lilah chewed harder on Karen's pulsing clit, shaking her head side to side like a pit bull as Karen's scream became an incoherent wail, and then finally died away in exhaustion. Her body went limp and the last of her ejaculation spat flecks of thick cream onto Lilah's forehead and nose, accompanied by a loud, sputtering queef.

For a moment there was dead silence. Cindy had been watching the two children locked in obscene congress. As Lilah rolled away onto her back Cindy's eyes got big and round and her mouth dropped open. I followed her gaze. Karen's mound, her vulva, her thighs were all covered with her own secretions but they were mixed with blood welling from dozens of tiny punctures and shallow slashes. It all mixed into a thick pink foam that was soaking into the bedspread. Without looking up, Karen explored her wounded privates with one hand, her breath hitching from the sting of all the little wounds.

Lilah rolled back onto her stomach, sticky threads clinging to her back. She was covered with Karen's scent and it overwhelmed me. I took her head in my hands and began lapping at her gooey face, licking and slurping up Karen's essence. My tired penis tried to revive as the pungent scent and flavor filled my mouth and shot straight to my backbrain. But suddenly it was as if I were a puppet with cut strings. All my energy left me and I collapsed onto my back, my head pillowed on Karen's wounded cunt. I pulled Lilah against my side and continued licking Karen's gooey essence from her. A moment later, Cindy crawled over and spooned herself into my other side. Renee reached over and clicked off the light and as my eyes closed I felt her warm, compact weight settle onto me with her cock pressing into my abdomen next to my own. She intertwined her legs with mine. My head rose and fell gently in time with Karen's soft snores. Renee reached out and the click of her shutting off the vibrator still buried in Cindy's ass was the last thing I heard before I was out.