Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 20 (Flash-forward 4)

I didn't want to let them in, but I couldn't leave them standing there in the corridor. So I opened the door and swept my arm with an ironic little bow. Karen was oblivious to the sarcasm and she came in, guiding her friend in front of her with a hand on her shoulder.

Her friend appeared to be no older than nine. She had shoulder-length curly black hair, very dark chocolate brown eyes under heavy brows with a few stray hairs between them, a slightly snub nose in an oval face with strong cheekbones, and a wide mouth above a chin with a perfect Paul Newman dimple. A nervous smile showed uneven, slightly jagged teeth between thin lips. Her limbs were long and thin and her body had the awkward angularity of a recent growth spurt. She was wearing an oversize tshirt from some dance academy with a wide neckhole that bared one knobby shoulder, knee-length cuffed denim shorts, and hi-top sneakers. She was carrying a small suitcase. She was, in point of fact, cute as a button and in the current situation she scared me shitless.

I hooked Karen's arm and pulled her back out in the corridor so we could have a little privacy, sticking my heel against the door to prevent it closing. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded through the gritted teeth of a fixed smile. "In case you forgot what happened the last time you got a kid involved, Lilah is right there on the bed, tusks, tattoos and all. Are you completely fucking nuts?"

Karen's response was casual and infuriating. "Relax. It's a completely different situation. Which I will be happy to explain if you let me in...?" She put her hands on her hips and gave me the same "you dumb grownup" face that had cracked me up when she was eleven. It didn't hit quite the same way just now. With a sigh, I pushed the door open.

Karen introduced us. "This is my friend Dasha. Dasha, this is my uncle, and over there on the bed on top is my little sister Renee, and underneath her is our friend Lilah." The kid showed no particular reaction to being introduced to two naked girls entwined in post-coital languor, though I doubted her sang-froid would survive a good look at Lilah's face. She wrinkled her nose but did not comment on the fact the room reeked of sex; even if she had no idea what that smell was, it was strong. Renee gave a vague wave but she was more than half-asleep. Karen continued, "Dasha is from Ukraine, she moved here last year with her stepfather."

"And how exactly did you two meet?" I demanded, though I dreaded the answer.

Karen's response kind of floored me. "I was bored and clicking around one of those video chat apps and I saw her masturbating at about a hundred miles per hour, and I thought that was just the cutest thing. And then a week later this guy hired me and while we were fucking I looked over at the night table and guess whose picture was there? Turns out the trick was her stepdad! How's that for a coincidence?"

"Hang on, back up. Masturbating on the internet? She's, what, nine?"

"Nine and a half!" Dasha piped up. Her English was barely accented, just enough to tell she wasn't a native California girl.

Karen's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're behind the times. A lot of kids these days, the first sex they have is on their phones. Yeah, some of them get blackmailed into it or groomed by creeps like you," she laughed, "But a lot of them are just little exhibitionists, and it's a safe way for them to start exploring their sexuality. I remember when I was that age, before I was a whore, the idea of getting naked with a boy in the same room would have grossed me out or embarrassed me to death, or both. But when they're just on that little screen, y'know, it feels safe."

"Okay, fair enough, but what's she doing here?"

"Well that's a funny story. Her stepdad had me call him 'Daddy' while we fucked. So on a hunch I showed him what his darling stepdaughter was up to, and he was into it. Boy, was he into it! He was even more into it when I made him a business proposition. Made it to them both, really."

"Business proposition?" I asked. I cocked an eyebrow at Dasha, who was watching our exchange with interest. She colored slightly and lowered her eyes.

"Sure," Karen said, and put a finger under the girl's chin and raised her head so she could make eye contact. "I told her, if you're gonna be showing your cunt all over the internet, why not get paid for it?"

"Because you and everyone involved would get busted in, like, ten minutes?" I hazarded. "Who would be dumb enough to give you their credit card info? They can just call up the FBI directly and get arrested for free!"

"You really are behind the times. Crypto, of course." There was more, about the darknet and masked streaming and other stuff but I kind of stopped listening because Dasha had bent over to open her suitcase and her rump in those tight denim shorts was...well, I loved all four of the girls and even though they were legal adults now (or close enough) I still enjoyed fucking them, but a nine-year-old's ass in tight shorts brought back some very strong sense memories and a sneaking desire to see it out of those shorts.

"OK, if you think it's worth the risk, that's fine with me but, uh, why is Dasha here with us and not at home flicking the bean for this paying audience? Are you babysitting or something?"

"Not exactly," Karen started but Dasha interrupted. "I'm learning how to be a whore, too!"

I rolled my eyes. Here we went again.

Karen amplified, "Like I said, her stepdaddy is into her now and she's into him, too, aren't you, Dasha?"

Dasha nodded vigorously, "I always thought he was cute and I was really happy that I got to stay with him after Mommy was killed in the war - it's ok, it was a long time ago. And he works so hard since we came here. Karen told me he was lonely and that's why he wanted a whore, but she thinks what he really wants is for me to be his whore. And I think I'd like to do it with him but I don't know how."

Karen picked up, "She hasn't actually done anything with anyone else and her stepdad's not the tutoring sort. So she's, like, my apprentice to pick up some skills. And when she's ready, to get her cherry popped." Karen paused and then she actually leered at me. "I don't suppose you know anyone - say, someone who is going to be in this area for maybe longer than they originally planned - who would be interested in helping out with that?" As she spoke she reached out and cupped a hand around the growing tent in my pants, and I guess that answered the question.

Meanwhile, Dasha was unpacking her suitcase. She removed one of those ring lights and then a tripod. Then two folded up white sheets, a roll of masking tape, and finally a high-end smartphone and a stand for it. "Where should I set up?" she asked Karen.

"Do what now?" I sputtered, with the feeling that events were getting away from me.

Dasha stood and stepped very close to me and looked up at my face. "Karen said I could do my show here tonight and we could charge extra because I'll be sucking a dick for the first time!" I was distracted trying to see down the wide neck hole of her shirt but after a short delay my brain replayed what it had just heard.

I looked at Karen. "No fucking way! I don't care how well-hidden you say it is, I am not getting recorded or streamed or whatever while a minor plays skin flute on me!"

"Oh, relax, you old pervert," Karen said scornfully, but she pushed Dasha aside with her hip and lowered her lips to mine and pressed her body against me and did that wriggling thing she had learned how to do. Between that and her tongue thrusting into my mouth I almost forgot what planet I was on, never mind my objection.

"That's what this is for," Dasha was holding up a roll of masking tape. "Where should I set up, Karen?" she repeated.

After some discussion they cleared space in front of the couch and we unfolded and tossed the sheets over it, adjusting them so the carpet in front of it was also covered. The phone was just a few inches off the floor, angled so only the white sheet was visible, hiding any clues about location. The ring light was on its own tripod above and behind the phone. After some experimentation we put down strips of masking tape as blocking marks for me. As long as I hit my mark, nothing of my body would be visible. But just to be sure I ruined the white plastic sack I packed to hold dirty laundry, turning it into a sort of covering apron with a strategic access port.

Renee had drifted into a drunken and satiated sleep. Lilah had rolled her off and pulled the spread over them both, thus putting off the moment where she and Dasha would be face-to-face. I sat down in the desk chair that I had set behind the phone and Karen sat on the floor next to me with her arm across my lap and her chin pillowed on the outside of my thigh. Dasha took off her shoes, socks, and her denim shorts, and turned her tshirt inside-out to hide the logo of the local business. Her panties were purple cotton with little lightning bolts surrounding and pointing at her crotch. She sat down on the sheet with her back resting against the couch, knees up, legs spread, bare feet flat on the floor. She looked over at Karen and me and blushed a little. "I feel kind of weird doing it with you all in the room," she admitted.

Karen nodded encouragingly. "If you're going to be your Daddy's whore, you have to get used to being sexy with other people."

"O...kayyy," Dasha said slowly, as if she hadn't really thought it through until just that moment. She checked that her image on the phone screen showed her properly aligned. She nodded, and Karen bent down and tapped the screen to start the video.

Dasha laid her head back against the couch cushion and inhaled so she could slip her right hand into her panties. Her knuckles moved beneath the thin cotton. Her other hand went up inside her tshirt. She smiled crookedly and looked into the camera. "Hi, everyone," she said brightly. "Thanks to all my fans, to all of you who subscribed to see this live and to everyone who will pay to watch it later, you are all my favorite people. And if someone shared this with you for free, that was very naughty of them, but I hope you enjoy it too! Watch at the end to learn how you can see more of me." Business thus taken care of, Dasha gripped the hem of her tshirt and pulled it up and off with a flourish. Her torso was skinny, straight up-and-down. Her ribcage and her clavicle were prominent beneath pale skin that contrasted with the light tan on her shoulders. She had the cutest little breast buds. Puffy pink nipples with the slightest bit of swelling behind them was the only sign of impending pubescence. Her innie bellybutton winked open and closed as she breathed deeply. Her smile faded and her gaze turned inward as her hand worked more energetically inside her underwear. The tip of her tongue appeared between her lips and slowly moved back and forth. Her knuckles moved up and down rapidly under the purple fabric. It was quiet in the room except for all of us breathing, and the faintest sound of damp friction from inside Dasha's panties.

Dasha pulled her hand out of her panties, gripped the elastic of one leghole and pulled it to the side. I literally gasped at the beauty of the pussy she revealed. It was small, compact, and very puffy at the juncture of her skinny thighs. The ring light revealed the finest, palest peach fuzz glinting on the pudgy lips. There was a narrow pink slit, shiny with moisture and with a tiny bud of a clit visible. Dasha swallowed and pressed her middle finger along the length of that slit and rubbed up and down slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Her slit was short and so she didn't have to do more than wiggle her finger with her wrist planted at the top of her smooth mons. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened and she made a sound like "Oooohhaaaahh!" before the pleasure got too intense and she had to pause and lift her finger for a moment. She repeated that cycle several times as her slit got wetter and a small trickle of clear liquid appeared on the pale skin below her slit and dripped across the crinkle of her clenching asshole. Her vulva flushed a delicate coral and her slit seemed to spread just a little wider so I could see the thin pink parallel lines of her tightly closed inner lips.

Dasha stopped diddling herself and suddenly clapped her skinny thighs together, but only long enough to curl her legs up so she could pull her panties down and off. In her haste the purple fabric was left resting on one high-arched foot as she spread her legs apart again and resumed masturbating.

I was distracted from the incredibly erotic sight by a hand rubbing at my crotch. Karen moved around and pushed my legs open so she could sit between them. She looked up at me, her blue eyes alight with lust, and whispered, "I think somebody needs a fluffer." Nothing could have been further from the truth but I did not object as Karen pulled down my zipper. It was all I could do not to groan aloud at the touch of her cool fingers on my shaft as she maneuvered it out through my fly. I was already stiff but my muscles flexed involuntarily and I made a little bounce as Karen blew gently on my cockhead, and then slid her mouth slowly down over the head, the crown, and down the shaft until her nose briefly pressed into my pubic hair. Karen was a master at this, with a solid decade of practice under her belt at age twenty-one, so she could tell I was already getting close. She pulled off just as slowly, her tongue painting a gentle zig-zag along my underside, and then began just flicking her tongue-tip in quick, arhythmic darts against my tool, into the peehole, around the crown, at the base against my scrotum, up and down in no pattern. She smiled as each touch made my breath hitch. Watching Karen's expert fellatio was majorly arousing, the moreso for me because I couldn't look at the young woman before me without also seeing the child she had been, the shy, humiliated, confused, desperately horny eleven-year-old with tears streaming down her face and my cock filling her mouth for the very first time. I think anyone who's watched a child grow to maturity would identify with the experience, minus of course the molestation.

I gently threaded my fingers through Karen's loose curls and massaged her scalp as I raised my eyes back to her protégé. Dasha was using both hands now to masturbate with increasing fervor. Her middle finger of her right hand was a blur as it flicked up and down her slit. The fingertip was now shiny with the liquid that continued to trickle down her perineum. There was a small wet spot on the sheet under her butt. With the thumb and finger of her other hand she was repeatedly squeezing the little red bead of her clitoris. She was working in spasms of ten or fifteen seconds, each accompanied by a rising moan, "oooohhaaaahhaaaiii!" and then pausing to let the intensity of sensation recede. She was still too young to be able to push herself to completion, probably couldn't orgasm yet no matter how long she continued. Her face was flushed and sweaty, the sexual flush had spread across her upper chest above her delectable little puffies, and her torso glowed with a dapple of perspiration.

Karen's head moved under my hands as she turned to look at Dasha and gave her a thumbs up. Dasha took her hands off her prepubescent cunny and let them sit limp, palms up, at her sides as she panted heavily, her puffy nips rising and falling rapidly and her belly hollowing to bring the bottom edge of her ribcage into high relief. Karen turned back and gave my cock a quick squeeze to get my attention. She looked up at me and mouthed "you're up" as Dasha gulped, closed her eyes and swallowed briefly, and then flashed a radiant smile at the camera.

I silently stood and moved to just behind my mark so I was standing to Dasha's right. She said, "Now it's time for tonight's special event. You all are going to get to see me suck a dick! It's my first time doing anything with another person, so I'm kinda nervous." She swallowed heavily and her voice quavered a little, betraying that nervousness. As I stepped forward and my penis became visible in the upper left of the camera view, Dasha got up on her knees before me, leaving her purple panties behind on the sheet. Naked, she looked up at me, her expression uncertain, then down at the rampant erection inches from her face. Karen was making "go on" motions with her hands from behind the camera. Dasha wasn't smiling now. Her jaw was clenched with determination as she slowly raised her arm. I took a deep breath as her small fingers stroked up and down the length of my shaft, barely touching it, and then thumb and forefinger rubbed across the head. I was already leaking precum and her thumb smeared it and then as she pulled away, drew away a fine thread of the sticky liquid. I rested one hand on her bony shoulder, gently massaging her warm flesh. She looked up at me again, her eyes wide with wonder and maybe a little fear as the reality of what she was about to do settled over her. She'd never even held hands with a boy, let alone kissed, and she was about to put her mouth on the erect penis of an adult she had met only half an hour ago.

Dasha's chin trembled, but then before she had time to think about it and lose her nerve she opened her mouth wide and quickly leaned forward, closing her lips around my shaft right behind the head. "Ohhhh, FUUUUCK!" I whispered as the nine-year-old's warm, wet mouth engulfed me. My knees trembled and my stomach muscles clenched as the illicit pleasure, one I had not enjoyed for many years, shot through me. Somehow I managed to stand absolutely still and let Dasha move at her own pace. For long moments she didn't move at all, just knelt there with her lips sealed around my shaft. Then she took a deep breath in through her nose and began to move her head ever so slightly back and forth, no more than half an inch up and down the shaft. Then she opened her mouth and let my dick just rest on her lower lip. Her eyes crossed as she looked down at the veiny skin of the shaft, the wrinkled collar behind my circumcised head. I let out another unvoiced obscenity as her tongue reached out tentatively and slurped up the pre-ejaculate coating my cockhead. She closed her lips and rolled the taste around her mouth, grimacing slightly, obviously not entirely pleased by the flavor. But she was game. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth again.

The child was game, but she was untutored. She wasn't using her tongue at all, just moving her lips back and forth on my shaft. It was a thrill to be debauching an utterly inexperienced preteen, and my eyes drank in the sight of her naked on her knees before me, her puffy little nips stiff and crinkled from excitement and nerves, but to be honest the physical experience so far was so-so. If I hadn't already been so aroused by the situation and Karen's pregaming me, I might have even been a little bored. So when Karen pressed her body against me from behind, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and whispered in my ear "now, fuck her face - hard!" I didn't need persuading. I put one hand on top of her head and fisted a handful of her black hair, wrapped the other around the back of her neck, and yanked her towards me at the same time as I thrust my hips and suddenly her mouth was full of cock. She squeaked and tried to pull away but my grasp was firm and her eyes filled with tears as I tightened my fist and pulled at her hair. She gagged as my cockhead hit the entrance to her throat and then I was pistoning in and out.

The only sound in the room was wet smacking and gagging as my adult cock plunged in and out of Dasha's childishly small oral cavity. She was trying to protest but she couldn't speak around the flesh pole filling her mouth and rhythmically bouncing off her uvula and blocking her throat. Saliva churned into foam squirted out around her lips and dripped down my shaft. She looked up at me and at Karen with her chin hooked over my shoulder gazing avidly down at her, and tears spilled out of eyes filled with outrage, betrayal, and not a little fear.

Now this was more like it! I could feel her tongue writhing against my cock, pressing against it in a vain attempt to expel the invader, and I was able to plunge more than half my length into the wet heat of her oral cavity. It wasn't long before I felt myself climbing towards the point of no return. Just before the pressure behind my balls became unstoppable, Karen whispered in my ear "Cum on her face!" so I did. I took my hand off the back of Dasha's neck and grabbed my shaft to aim and yanked her hair back so my cock left her mouth with a pop. I gritted my teeth to hold in my moans and let them explode out of my nose silently. My first ejaculation splashed diagonally up Dasha's cheek, across the bridge of her nose, and up her forehead into her hair. The next one went up onto her Cupid's bow, blocked her nostrils, and ran down over her upper lip and dripped into her still-open mouth. I continued to whip my spurting penis back and forth, painting her cheeks, forehead, and nose with thick, hot, sticky protein. I tilted her head back, stuck my cockhead against her chin, and fired one final weak shot into her mouth, over her teeth and onto her tongue, which she tried to spit out immediately.

Then I was done. I stepped back, almost tripping over Karen's feet. Dasha was frozen, kneeling naked on the white sheet. She looked stunned, her face frozen into a wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression of shock underneath a thick coating of grayish-white goo. It dripped down her forehead into her eyebrows, ran down her nose to form a fat droplet hanging off the end, frosted her cheeks and dripped off her chin and jawline to plop onto her upper chest and her breast buds. Her breath was coming in giant gasps, blowing cum bubbles out of her mouth and her semen-clogged nostrils. Her eyes watered from the intensity of this previously unknown smell and taste, but I had done my best not to squirt directly into her eyes. That stuff stings, and it was only courteous.

Dasha just knelt there, unmoving, as cooling jizz dripped off her face and onto her heaving chest. Karen had moved behind the phone recording all this and was making insistent hand motions, urging Dasha to move back to the center of the frame. It took the nine-year-old a good half a minute to focus, then she first sat back with her butt on her heels then leaned forward onto her hands and crawled over to her original place. She sat down as she had started, knees up, legs spread, feet flat on the floor. Her expression still looked dazed under the thick coating of my semen. Behind the camera, Karen held out one hand with her middle finger twitching, and with the other mimed pulling up the corners of her mouth into a smile.

Dasha blinked and seemed to snap back into performance mode. She managed an uncertain, trembling smile which made the droplet of jizz depending from her chin wobble and then break free to fall between her tiny breasts. She moved her hand to her crotch but winced as she dragged her finger along her slit - the shock of being violated and then the unexpected facial had dissipated her arousal. Her puffy little vulva was pale, the sexual flush gone, and her slit was dry. Without thinking she raised her fingers to her mouth and wet them with spit that was more semen than saliva, then spread the cloudy white goo over her closed inner lips and up on to her clit. She took a deep breath and had to clear her throat twice before she could speak. "Wow, that was fun!" she said unconvincingly. "I hope you guys enjoyed watching it as much as I enjoyed doing it! Keep those donations coming. Remember, the more you give the more I'll do for you." She gave a shaky wave to the camera. "Bye until next time!" And Karen tapped the phone to end the broadcast.

Dasha sagged back against the couch. Her face started to crumple towards tears but Karen was right there, gathering the naked child into her lap and showering her with praise. "You did so good, honey! I can just tell what an amazing whore you're going to be. Your daddy is going to love fucking you so much, you can probably forget about going to school - he won't let you get out of bed!" Dasha looked up at her, uncertain how serious Karen was being. "Here, let's clean you up," Karen said. She put her hands along the side of Dasha's head to hold her still and began licking my semen off the little girl's face. Despite having just deposited that load a few minutes before, the erotic sight of my niece molesting the child brought a stirring to my groin.

Karen gathered a mouthful and then pulled Dasha into a kiss and I could tell she was using her tongue to push that mouthful of jizz into the little girl's mouth. Dasha grimaced and tried to pull away but Karen held her in place. "Swallow!" she said firmly. Dasha did, finishing with a guttural "ugh!" and sticking out her tongue. Karen went back to cleaning off her face. "You'll get used to the taste," she said in between licks. "You'll even like it." She dipped down to swipe up the semen that had dripped onto Dasha's chest, pausing to suck on each puffy nipple for a few seconds. "You better, because your Daddy is going to want to feed you lots and lots of his cum."

Karen continued to give Dasha a tongue-bath and feed her my semen until her face was shiny and wet with just saliva. Then she helped Dasha to her feet. The little girl followed her into the bathroom on shaky legs where Karen wet a washcloth with warm water and finished cleaning her. When they came back into the room Dasha started for where her clothes were piled but Karen stopped her with a hand around her skinny upper arm. "Uh-uh, kitten," she said. "What's rule one of being a whore?"

"Whores go naked as much as they can," Dasha parroted, "But, aren't we leaving now...?"

"Oh, no, kitten," Karen said. I smiled at Karen's - probably unconscious - use of the same pet name Moira had given her. "Watching your show has made me really whory, and now I need my uncle to fuck me and fuck me good." Karen kicked off her sandals, whipped her top off over her head, and shimmied out of her shorts - no panties, I noticed - and just like that was as bare as Dasha. She hugged the little girl, bending slightly so she could press Dasha's face into her breasts. "Let's get into bed now," she said, and led Dasha by the hand.

"Yes, let's," I murmured. I took off the improvised plastic apron, stripped and joined them.

Renee was snoring on her back on one edge of the mattress, naked and uncovered. I was on the other side with Karen next to me and Dasha next to her. The child lay rigidly on her back, legs together and arms at her sides. She had clearly had enough sex education for one night but Karen wasn't anywhere near through.

The coup de grace, though, was Lilah suddenly popping out from underneath the covers with her face right next to Dasha's. "Hi there!" she slurred with drool shining on her chin. Lilah's wildly tattooed face festooned with dozens of piercings, the razor-sharp chrome tusks protruding from her mouth, the terrifying eyes with the sclerae dyed dark blue were suddenly bare inches from Dasha's and the little girl shrieked and flailed her arms and legs, trying to crawl over both Karen and me to flee the bed. Laughing, Karen pinned Dasha's slight form against her and rolled her back onto the mattress between her and Lilah.

"It'th okay," Lilah said and reached out to caress the little girl, gently tweaking her nipple as she trembled and stared wide-eyed at the apparition. "Thorry I thcared you. My name'th Lilah."

Her body shaking in reaction, Dasha managed, "Hi, Lilah," in a tiny voice.

I said, "Lilah was a little girl like you, Dasha, and Karen taught her how to be a whore, too," which did approximately nothing to reassure the kid.

Lilah shot me a look, then pointed to her face. "But all thith happened later, Karen didn't do it. Now I'm a monthter and I live with him and make thure he'th nithe to everyone. You're very pretty," Lilah continued. "I'd like to give you a kith. Can I kith you?" Plainly Dasha wanted to refuse but she was too scared. She managed to nod her head slightly. Lilah tossed off the blanket, baring the entirety of her crazy body modifications. Dasha's eyes bugged out at the sight of the six silver spacers holing Lilah's vulva. Dasha gulped as Lilah reached out and wrapped her arms around the little girl. Lilah pulled her close and delicately pressed her mouth to Dasha's being careful to not prick her with her tusks. Her lips parted and her tongue nudged against Dasha's until she opened up. Her hands began wandering all over Dasha's undeveloped body and slowly Dasha began to relax into the caresses.

Karen was done with spectating. She rolled over onto her back and pulled me down. "I need you! I need you to fuck my whore cunt, NOW!" Obligingly I rolled on top of my niece and she parted her legs to let me settle between them. I felt something rough against the outsides of my thighs. I raised myself up on my arms and looked down and my eyes widened. The insides of Karen's thighs were scabbed and scarred. The scarring was nowhere near as thick and heavy as poor Lilah's, and the scars were thin lines rather than the round keloids that Lilah had acquired from the cruel curved spikes that had been anchored to her punctured vulva. This was not surprising; Karen had been a cutter in high school. But what surprised me were that some of the scabbing looked fresh and I thought she had grown out of that phase. And, looking more closely I also saw the thin white lines of old scarring and fresh cuts on her round, full breasts, incompletely covered by concealer. There was also a single round scar high on one breast, not fresh, exactly the shape and size of a cigarette end. I knew where that had come from. Karen's thighs were rough and mottled but her mound was smooth, as hairless as the nine-year-old's next to her. I remembered that on her 18th birthday she had had the hair lasered off permanently. She was tired of waxing, she had told me.

I was snapped out of my trance by Karen roughly grabbing my cock and tugging it towards her. I let the length of it slide up over her steaming gash, already well-lubricated with her thick, creamy secretions. She sighed as my head rubbed against her swollen, oversized clitoris, pushing past the ridge of scar tissue that curled it in on itself. Karen moaned and I felt more hot cream dribble down my shaft into my bush and her pungent scent rise around me. With no more preliminaries than that, Karen gripped me again, placed my cockhead against her opening, and lifted her pelvis, forcing me into her. "Oh, geez," she moaned, "yes, now fuck me! Fuck my whore cunt!" I obliged, pushing my arms under to grasp her shoulders for leverage and starting to thrust fast and hard. Karen yipped and yelped and writhed on the bed. Her cunt was on fire and it felt like a flaming velvet massage as pressure moved up and down the shaft, squeezing and relaxing. She had amazing muscular control. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped in my ear, but she wasn't completely lost in her sexual pleasure. Her voice was almost steady when she said, "Dasha, kitten, watch how this works, you'll need to know."

There was no response from her little friend. I looked over and saw why. Lilah had shimmied down the bed. Dasha was on her back with her skinny legs draped over Lilah's shoulders, and Lilah was carefully but enthusiastically licking her slit. Dasha's pudgy vulva was again glowing pink and the tiny bead of her clitoris a brighter red as Lilah's tongue swirled around it. The tendons in Dasha's thighs stood out, tensing and relaxing. Her torso twisted back and forth, muscles moving under the skin and her ribs standing out. She was sweating heavily now and I could smell her delicate body odor floating atop the much heavier scent of Karen's adult arousal. Dasha's eyes were closed, her mouth twitching as shocks of pleasure stabbed through her. Then Lilah's tongue probed firmly between her tightly closed inner lips and Dasha's eyes opened wide, her mouth making a tight "O" of extreme pleasure mixed with the surprise and discomfort of having her inner labia stretched for probably the very first time. Lilah didn't probe further, but went back to licking all over the little girl's clit and vulva, being perfectly careful to not prick the fine, hairless skin with her tusks.

Karen demanded my attention again by clenching her cunt around me as tightly as she could and, damn, it felt like she was about to pinch me off. This was accompanied by a loud squish of her cream being forced out between the seal of her labia around my shaft. I picked up speed, doing my best to piledrive her into the mattress. Sweat dripped off my nose and puddled between her bouncing breasts. Having so recently frosted her little protégé's face gave me more staying power than I would otherwise have had and Karen's grunts became moans became whines became little shrieks of pure ecstasy as the heat of her whore cunt burned into me and I felt my own pleasure rise for the second time. With one final thrust I buried myself as deeply as I could. "UHHHHH! UH! UH! UH!" I groaned as my cum burned up my shaft, surged through the painful constriction of her vaginal muscles and splashed against her cervix. Karen's eyes were squinted shut and her wide mouth stretched open in a delighted grin. She panted heavily as she gradually relaxed and her blue eyes slowly opened, looking sleepy but not yet satiated. She heaved a giant sigh and, demonstrating that amazing muscle control, squeezed me out of her. I rolled to the side. The sheet between her thighs was soaked. Her clitoris throbbed in the overhead light. It was nearly purple and grotesquely out of proportion to the rest of her delicious genitalia, smeared with streaks and blobs of aromatic white cream. "Lilah," she called hoarsely. "Liiiiilah, I've missed you so much. Help me finish, Lilah, I need it."

And Lilah was there. She lifted her head from between Dasha's skinny thighs. Her lips and chin were shiny with her drool and Dasha's own scant juices. Dasha's eyes were rolled back in her head. Sweat shone on her cheeks and forehead and the roots of her black hair were soaked. Her lips were slack, tonguetip resting in the corner of her mouth. Lilah's cunnilingus had taken her to an entirely new place. But now Lilah raised her upper body and leaned over, lowering her head to Karen's mature and weeping genitalia. But there was no gentleness here. Lilah immediately bit down and Karen yelped as razor-sharp metal pierced the skin of her thigh. Lilah dragged the point of a tusk up over a quivering tendon and sank it into Karen's cream-covered vulva. Blood welled up and trickled down Karen's scarred skin and mixed with all the cunt cream soaking the sheets beneath her. Karen's breathing became heavier and louder, turning to a series of escalating moans as Lilah punctured and slashed at her most tender places. Lilah seized Karen's clit between her toothless front gums and chewed it lustily, slurping up the cream that surged out from between her swollen and flowered-open labia. Karen covered her face with her hands, muffling her cries as Lilah opened still more wounds in the mottled skin of her thighs. Her body heaved as her cries climbed up the scale. Then her back arched and locked. She shrieked and hot girlcum squirted forcefully from her slit, bathing Lilah's face and soaking her hair in steaming cunt honey.

Karen's shriek died away as she ran out of breath and she went suddenly, completely limp on the bed. Lilah raised her head. Gooey white cream clotted her eyelashes, dripped off her nose and tusks, and filled her mouth. She swallowed Karen's pungent essence, and smiled. Dasha had opened her eyes and jerked upright at Karen's scream and she was gazing in horror at her mentor's bloodied thighs and vulva. But I was too tired to explain, and it wasn't my job anyway. Instead I crabbed over her and Lilah rolled back, making room for me to wedge myself between Karen and Dasha. As Karen fell into an exhausted sleep, Lilah and I attacked the little girl.

"If you're going to be a whore," I told her, "you're going to need stamina." Well into the night and early morning Lilah and I molested the child - I ate that little pussy for all it was worth while Lilah sucked and nibbled at her breast buds until they were red and aching, and then we switched off. We kissed her until her lips were swollen and bee-stung. We gave her tongue-baths, starting with her cute little toes and covering every inch of her pale skin. I crouched over her, my cock dangling in her face, holding her legs back so that I could suck on her clit while Lilah licked and fingered her tight little asshole. Long before we were finished Dasha had fallen into a moaning, crying, semiconscious state. We pushed her body far beyond the bounds of her prepubescent pleasure into a state of pure sensation. Lilah and I had an unspoken understanding to see that when Dasha woke up she would either be sure she wanted to be a whore, sore but eager for more sex, or she would've learned her limits. In the latter case her stepfather was going to be disappointed - but better that than this little girl have her life ruined, destroying herself to make him happy.

Satisfied with my good deed for the day, I set an early alarm so we could be back at the hospital at the start of visiting hours. I couldn't wait to tell Cindy about my night. I think Lilah and I fell asleep with a nipple in each of our mouths and our fingers twined together around Dasha's clitoris.