Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 15

Cindy's phone rang while she was walking home from school on Friday afternoon. It was her...well, she still hadn't decided what to call him. Like he said, he wasn't her Daddy, and she was glad enough of that given how her real daddy had treated her. And he wasn't her uncle, like he was to Renee and her big sister. He wasn't her boyfriend, even though they slept in the same bed and had some sex together. It didn't feel right to have a "boyfriend" who was a grown-up man. His number was in her phone with just his name but she couldn't quite get used to calling a grownup by his first name, either. Lately she just thought of him as "Mister". She had called him that out loud a couple of times and he gave her a funny look but didn't say anything about it, so maybe that's what she would keep calling him. For now she just said "hi".

"Hi there, little girl. Where are you, are you on your way home?"

"Yes, I'm coming up to the bridge."

"I'm really sorry but I'm stuck at work. I won't be able to get away for some time."

"It's ok, I'm ten! I can take care of myself. I'll have a snack and do my homework first thing, I promise."

"I know you can take care of yourself. I worry about Lilah, though. You know she can be...unpredictable."

"It's ok," Cindy repeated. "I'll watch her."

There was a sigh at the other end of the phone. "Look. Sometimes Lilah gets...confused. If she's very...confused...she might hurt you without meaning to. So if she does something dangerous or scary, don't try to stop her. Just call me. And make sure to set the locks as soon as you go in."

Cindy let herself in through the back door. She punched the code into the panel to stop the alarm from going off, and then hit the button to lock the door and listened for the bolt to click home. She put her backpack in the kitchen then went up to her room to change her clothes, exchanging her nice dress for a short skirt and a tshirt with RuPaul on it. It was warm in the house so she pulled off her tights and put on a pair of white tabi socks and her flipflops. Before she went downstairs she looked in on Lilah. She was in the big bedroom, lying on the floor in front of the tv. The tv was playing porn, and Lilah was playing with herself. She had 3 fingers of each hand in the 3 holes down each side of her kitty. She seemed to be carrying on a conversation with it. She would babble some nonsense, and then use her fingers to make her kitty lips open and close, like a mouth, while she babbled more nonsense in a higher voice. But she looked happy and absorbed, so Cindy went on downstairs. She got herself an apple and a glass of milk from the fridge, and sat down at the kitchen table to do some math. Her book report was due Monday but she told herself that wasn't really today's homework since it had been assigned two weeks ago. She planned to finish the book and write the report tomorrow.

She took her backpack up to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed. What should she do now? She didn't want to watch tv. She opened her new Kindle and browsed books for awhile but nothing looked that interesting. She blew her hair out of her eyes, bounced up and down on the bed a bit, and looked around her room. Her eyes fell on the box of Barbies that Karen had given her. It was nice of her, even if she said she never played with them any more. She had an idea.

The thing about Lilah was, even though she seemed happy, she never really did all that much. She watched porn on tv and she had sex, either playing with herself or with other people in the house, and aside from going out some nights "to see the monsters", that was pretty much it. She couldn't read - had forgotten how, Mister said - so that ruled out most card games or board games. Cindy hoped that underneath all the horrible tattoos and the piercings and the things Lilah saw that weren't there, there was still a little girl, so she wanted to get Lilah to do things that girls liked to do.

With that in mind, Cindy took two dolls with her into the big bedroom. She sat down in front of Lilah on the floor. Lilah looked over her head, watching the tv screen. The screaming animal that was tattooed over her face, and the injected dye that made her eyeballs look like solid blue spheres made it hard to tell her expression. Her mouth worked constantly and the tusks embedded in her upper and lower jaws clashed together, making an almost musical sound, like a knife being sharpened. Between the tusks and the removal of all of the child's own front teeth her lips didn't close properly so there was always drool running down her chin. Since she'd been sitting for awhile her flat chest and her crotch were also shiny with it. Her ribbon was untied but loosely threaded through the six silver grommets that pierced her vulva, allowing her easy access to masturbate. Now she was digging into her slit with the second and third fingers of one hand and pushing her labia from side to side.

Cindy did her best to ignore the grunts and moans and slappy sounds of adults having sex on the television behind her. "Hi Lilah!" she said brightly. "Will you play Barbies with me?" Lilah looked at her - at least Cindy thought she did. It was hard to tell with her whole eyes colored dark blue like that, almost black, unless the light was bright enough you couldn't tell where she was looking. "You remember Barbie, don't you?" Cindy asked. She held one of the dolls out to Lilah. Lilah took it, but she held it sideways, not with its feet on the ground. She held it up like she had never seen a doll before. After a brief examination her eyes went back to the tv. She didn't stop masturbating.

"See, like this, Lilah," Cindy said. She held her Barbie and walked it across the floor and made it say, "Hi, Barbie, I'm so glad to see you! Do you want to come over to my house and play?" And she looked at Lilah expectantly. And Lilah looked at the Barbie in her hand for a moment. Then she leaned back on one elbow - Cindy noticed how the snake tattooed on her abdomen rippled as those muscles tensed - and put Barbie's feet into her vagina! They went in up to the knees, and Lilah sighed with pleasure and began fucking herself with the plastic doll

"No, Lilah!" Cindy shouted. "No, don't do that! That's not how you play Barbies!"

Lilah looked at Cindy, confusion written all over her horribly-tattooed face. "Barbie doesn't go in your...in there," Cindy said. "That's bad, ok? Putting Barbie in your..." Cindy didn't want to say the bad word, but it was the one that Lilah knew, so she made herself say it. "In your cunt, that's bad."

Lilah tilted her head. "Bad cunt?" she lisped. The chrome tusks clashed together, and a bubble of saliva formed between them and popped.

"No, it's just...that's not how you play with Barbie."

But Lilah repeated "Bad cunt!" this time it wasn't a question. "Bad cunt," she muttered a third time, and she tossed the doll aside and scuttled over to the bureau. She pulled open a drawer and rummaged in it. Cindy watched helplessly as the naked nine-year-old tossed clothing onto the floor. When Lilah turned back around, she was holding up a black leather belt. She hopped up on the bed and lay back, spreading her skinny legs wide and displaying herself obscenely. She raised her head and held out the belt in Cindy's direction. "Bad cunt!"

Cindy stood, the doll forgotten in her hand. She didn't know what to do. Lilah, agitated, shook the belt and held it out again. "Bad cunt!" she insisted. When Cindy didn't move, Lilah raised the belt like a whip and brought it down to strike herself between her legs with a loud CRACK!

"Aaa!" Cindy shouted in shock when Lilah struck herself. Lilah held the belt out again but Cindy was rooted to the spot. When she didn't move Lilah raised the doubled leather over her head and declared again, "Bad cunt!" and brought it down on herself with another CRACK! Her vulva was reddened from the two whip strokes. She held the belt out again and this time Cindy fled. She ran into her room and fumbled her phone out of her bag. When she heard another "Bad cunt!" and CRACK! from the next room she dropped it and it skittered under her bed. By the time she retrieved it she was crying and it took her three tries to thumb the right contact. There was another CRACK! just as the phone was picked up. "Hi, Cindy," Mister said.

"I did something wrong," Cindy blurted through her tears. "I just wanted Lilah to play Barbies but now she's hurting herself and..." she broke off with a little shriek as yet another CRACK! sounded from the other room.

"Calm down, Cindy, it'll be okay," he said and he was trying to be reassuring but Cindy could hear his voice was tight. "Tell me what happened," he said and Cindy did. She held the phone out so Mister could hear Lilah's shouted "Bad cunt!" and the crack of the leather against tender skin. Mister sighed. "I'll be home as soon as I can. You can shut yourself in your room and wait for me, or..." and he told Cindy what she could do to make Lilah stop. "But you don't have to."

"I'll...I'll try," Cindy sniffled. "I started it so I should make her stop."

"Brave girl," Mister said, which made Cindy feel warm inside. "But don't let her hurt you. You're more important to me than she is." They hung up.

Cindy swallowed hard, then opened her bedroom door, wincing at another CRACK! of the belt, this time followed by a hoarse cry from Lilah. Her knees felt watery and her legs trembled but she made herself walk back into the main bedroom. Lilah was where she had left her, lying in the center of the bed. Her legs were spread in a full split, and her toes pointed up in the air. Her little cunny stood out, swollen and brick-red now. There were deeper red lines on her tattooed vulva and her thighs where the edge of the heavy leather belt had struck, and there were bruises starting to darken around the chrome grommets inset in Lilah's vulva. Lilah lifted her head, showing Cindy those spooky, blank, solid blue eyeballs. She lifted high the arm holding the folded belt. "Bad cunt!" she yelled again, only this time her voice sounded wavery and weak, but there was no weakness in her arm as she whipped the leather around and down to CRACK! against her tender little peach. Her whole body jumped from the impact, and Cindy saw that tears were starting to leak from her eyes.

It was the tears that got Cindy moving. She couldn't bear to see Lilah hurting herself. She hopped up on the bed, landing on her knees right in front of Lilah's spread legs. She leaned forward and grabbed Lilah's skinny wrist as she raised it for another strike. With her other hand she tried to take the belt away but she couldn't. For all that she was so little and skinny, Lilah's grip was like iron. She growled and shook her head and clashed her tusks together. The growl sounded like a dog warning you not to get too close, so Cindy stopped trying to take the belt, but kept her grip on Lilah's wrist. She slid her knees backwards until she was lying on her stomach with Lilah's wrist pinned to the bed and Cindy's face right at Lilah's bare, tattooed crotch. Her slit was swollen shut - her vulva looked like two red pillows smooshed together. At the peak of the slit was the bright red bump of Lilah's exposed clit with the tiny wings of the split hood folded back. Cindy closed her eyes, swallowed, and then craned her neck forward and extended her tongue. She swiped it upwards, trying to dig between the swollen lips. She tasted sweat and a hint of iron, then she fastened her lips around the bud of Lilah's clitoris and sucked.

Lilah's whole body jerked on the bed. Her wrist tore free from Cindy's grip but all she did was fling her arm out and the belt went flying off the bed. Lilah's crotch banged painfully into Cindy's upper lip. Cindy used both hands to pin Lilah's thighs against the bed as her tattooed body was wracked with waves of shivers. Lilah's mouth opened wide and she made a noise like "AAAAaaahhrrr!"

Mister had told Cindy this meant that Lilah was having an orgasm, and that was what needed to happen to distract Lilah from hurting herself. But just one orgasm wouldn't be near enough to break her cycle of self-abuse. So Cindy dug her tongue between Lilah's puffy vulva again, licking up and down and then flicking her tongue tip against Lilah's clit. Lilah went "AAAAHHRRR!" again, louder this time, and some liquid squirted from her slit, spraying Cindy's mouth and chin. Cindy sputtered at the taste, which was faintly acrid but like nothing Cindy had ever tasted before. It didn't taste bad, exactly, but it wasn't especially pleasant either. Cindy grimaced but she didn't stop nursing at Lilah's exposed clitoris. The younger child thrashed and flopped on the bed, her cries of pleasure getting hoarse. More liquid sprayed onto Cindy, wetting her whole face and even getting into her hair and the collar of her tshirt. Lilah moaned and shuddered as each successive climax swept through her skinny body. Cindy watched the muscles in Lilah's "six-pack" tense and twist as she arched her back. Her thighs tried to scissor closed and it was all Cindy could do to hold them flat against the bed. But then Lilah jerked, banging her vulva against Cindy's chin and Cindy's teeth clacked shut. She didn't mean to but she bit Lilah's clit hard. Lilah shrieked, and with a surge of strength her thighs clamped around Cindy's head, squeezing her so hard that she couldn't move as every muscle in Lilah's tiny body seemed to spasm and lock and a gush of hot liquid sprayed into Cindy's eyes and up her nose, leaving her gasping and blinded momentarily. Then Lilah's thighs fell away, releasing her, and as Cindy blinked her eyes clear she saw Lilah limp and spreadeagled before her. Her eyes were closed, her lids showing the crazed eyes of the fu dog tattooed across her face. Her whole body gleamed with perspiration. Her mouth hung open, her tongue protruding between the chrome tusks. Her skinny chest rose and fell rapidly and breath rasped in her throat.

As Cindy's vision cleared she looked up from the unconscious naked child and realized that Mister was standing by the bed. She hadn't heard him come in and had no idea how long he'd been standing there. He smiled down at Cindy but there was something intense and disquieting in his eyes that Cindy couldn't decode. But she understood the tent in his slacks perfectly well. She blushed. Mister bent and picked her up, swinging her around as if she weighed nothing and gathering her into a hug. He rubbed his cheek against hers and she felt his stubble slide through the goo Lilah had squirted onto her. Then he pressed his lips against hers and Cindy felt his tongue squirming between them. She lifted her stockinged feet and wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing hard, and let her mouth open to let his tongue in. She sucked on it. "Mmmm," Mister hummed into her mouth and she felt the basso vibration in his chest against hers. Excitement thrilled through her body, excitement and a little trepidation, the way she always felt when Mister started sex with her. He'd never hurt her, or forced her, or anything like that - it was more that they were doing something they had to keep secret. There were so many secrets in this house. Lilah, and Karen, and Renee and the things they all did together. Sometimes the secrets felt too big for her - not that she wanted to tell on anyone, but they were so big they might overflow no matter what she wanted. But what she wanted was this - his lips on hers, his arms around her, his voice murmuring "That's my girl." The butterflies started in her tummy and she felt like she couldn't take in quite enough air.

He broke their kiss and set Cindy on her feet. "Tell you what, let's get in the hot tub. You can rinse off before supper."

They stepped onto the back deck in their matching bathrobes. It was a winter twilight. With the sun gone, the air was cold and damp and Cindy shivered a little. They stepped under the canopy. Mister shrugged out of his robe. He was naked underneath and his penis swung from side to side. Cindy laid her robe atop his on the table. She was wearing her skirted bikini bottom. Her nipples chilled and stiffened. She climbed into the tub after him, sighing as she lowered herself gradually into the hot water. They sat quietly for a few minutes, letting the heat loosen their muscles and dissolve the stress of the day. Then Mister urged her up on to her knees facing him, so that her chest was out of the water. Blushing, Cindy put her hands over her puffy nipples, but Mister gently removed them and replaced them with his own. Cindy blushed and sighed as he brushed his fingers over the stiff little nubs. Gooseflesh rippled over her back and shoulders and the butterflies started up again as the man leaned in to kiss each nip in turn. With a crooked smile on his face, he asked "Do you like it when I kiss them?" Cindy nodded. "Yes."

He leaned back in and tongued her nipple again, then fastened his lips around it and sucked, gently at first, then harder, switching back and forth. "How about now?" he asked. In response, Cindy wrapped her arms around his head. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back, enjoying the pleasure that was almost painful. Her little penis stiffened inside her bikini bottoms, pushing against the wet fabric. Then "Ow!" she exclaimed as Mister brought his teeth to bear.

Cindy squirmed and tried to pull away but his hands were on her shoulder blades, holding her still. She gasped and cried out as he chewed harder, flicking one nipple with his thumb while he used his teeth to pull the other away from her brown chest. The butterflies were stronger than ever, and while it definitely hurt when he bit down on her nipples, it hurt in a good way. "Oh, ow, OW!" Cindy closed her eyes and let the hurt, and the butterflies, and the increasingly urgent stiffening of her penis, all wash over her.

When Mister finally sat back, Cindy's nipples were red and inflamed and super-sensitive. The hot water stung them when she sank back up to her neck in the tub. She looked up to see Mister smiling down at her. "Did you like that?" he asked. Cindy wiped her wet hair out of her face and nodded and as her nipples stung and tingled she decided it was her turn. She sat forward and wrapped her hand around his penis under the water. It was already stiff, and it was hot, and it was so much bigger than hers. Her fingers didn't go all the way around it. Cindy saw surprise and pleasure flare in his eyes as she tugged gently and then brushed her fingers over the bulbous head, just like Renee had showed her. "I want to do something now," she told him. "Sit up on the table."

Mister's eyes widened as he stood. The water streamed down his hairy chest as he sat down on the wooden table against the rim of the inflatable tub with only his legs dangling in the water. The air was cold and he hugged himself. His erection bobbed in the air with the water gently steaming in front of it. Before it could shrink from the cold - Cindy knew how that would happen - she reached up and wrapped her hand around it again, gently jacking it. Then she looked up at Mister, smiling widely, and with dramatic slowness leaned forward to engulf the head in her mouth.

He gasped sharply as Cindy sealed her lips around his cock and slid down the shaft, then back up. She looked up and their eyes met. Confident that he wouldn't try to force more of his penis into her mouth than she could take, she used both hands to gently massage his balls in their hairy sack. As she moved her mouth up and down, setting a slow rhythm, she flicked her tongue around the head. He tasted like the chlorine in the water, but also very strongly of that unique flavor she had noted when she had other cocks in her mouth. "Ohh my god, Cindy," he moaned, "Where did you learn to do this?"

Cindy spit out his cock long enough to say, "Renee showed me," and then she sucked it back in, watching the shock widen his eyes before pleasure made them heavy-lidded again. He gently caressed her face and hair as she sucked and slurped noisily. She twisted her head from side to side at the same time as she bobbed up and down. There was something amazing about having a grownup's cock in her mouth, different from the boys that she had shared with Renee. It was bigger, of course, so she had to open her mouth really wide, and hairier - some pubes just tickled the end of her nose - but also this wasn't a party, with rules and turn-taking and Renee's comforting presence. This was just her and him, and feeling how much more powerful he was than her and knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to her. And yet, Cindy was in control. She could go faster, or slower, suck harder or not so hard, and watch his reactions, the way he grimaced or blew his breath out or tensed his thighs. She had never felt that kind of power before and it made her own penis feel hot and urgent inside her bottoms. She took one hand off Mister's balls and reached inside her bikini to rub herself at the same time.

"Oh, god, Cindy," he whispered. "I'm going to cum."

Cindy pulled back until the head of his penis was just resting on her lower lip - she could feel it throbbing and pulsing gently. "Do it," she urged him. "I want you to cum in my mouth," and she plunged back down on the shaft, slurping loudly and letting her saliva spill out to coat him. And sure enough, just like Renee had showed her she felt his balls draw up inside their fuzzy sack, felt the shaft swell between her lips and with a loud "OH!" semen squirted forcefully into her mouth. It was thick and acrid with a hint of sweetness and there was so much of it! Instantly her mouth was full to overflowing as he grunted and squirted over and over. Cindy's eyes watered as she tried not to swallow, instead relaxing her lips so cum slid down his shaft and into the tangle of his pubic hair. He tangled his fingers in her hair, not hard enough to hurt but firmly so she couldn't move her head, and they locked eyes, man and ten-year-old child, as his orgasm, the orgasm she had given him, crested and gradually receded.

When he blew out a long breath and kind of slumped back, Cindy slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, sealing her lips around a giant mouthful with her cheeks all puffed out. Still looking into Mister's eyes, she opened her mouth and let his semen spill down her chin and drip into the water. She stirred her tongue in the pool of jizz behind her teeth and then, just like Renee had shown her, tilted her head back and swallowed. It kind of spoiled the effect when some backed up into her sinuses and sent her off on a coughing fit. She lost her balance and her head went under the water. Mister slid back down into the tub and lifted her up under her arms and she surfaced coughing and choking and then laughing and then he was laughing too, and then he gathered her to him in a hug, squeezing her tight, and she held on as hard as she could as they laughed together.