Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 22

I buggered Cindy again on the stairs, on the floor of the upstairs hall, in my bed, and now in her own bedroom. At each location I fucked her ass with increasing fervor and force as her sphincter loosened, and at each location I masturbated her to at least one dry orgasm - except for on my bed, where Lilah had joined in and sucked the older girl to completion. And now we were going at it again in her own bed. Cindy had made love with Renee in this bed and I wasn't competing for her affections - what the girls had with each other was a love of a different quality than what I had with either of them - but I wanted Cindy, every time she lay down to sleep, to remember what it felt like to have a man's cock up her ass and a man's body dominating her completely.

A row of stuffed animals including a penguin, an elephant, a plump little dragon, and a bat watched from a shelf over the headboard as their owner was vigorously sodomized. And underneath them Lilah sat cross-legged on a pillow, looking not unlike another stuffy except none of the others were giggling, drooling, and masturbating as they watched. Lilah alternated penetrating herself with two fingers with spanking her punctured and tattooed vulva. Her labia were hot pink beneath the colorful ink and her slit gaped a darker, juicy red.

Cindy was lying on her back on top of the duvet with a pillow under her butt. Her arms and legs were splayed out limply, bouncing slightly with every thrust as I drove my penis into her rectum. Her face scrunched up and her breath huffed out with a little "oh!" every time I hit bottom. Her face was sheened with perspiration. The heavy mascara she had applied was running, and her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth. There was a friction rash coming out on her chest. Her penis, about the length and girth of my index finger, was still a stiff little nail even after many dry orgasms and I felt the urge to taste it again. I lowered myself so that my weight was fully on the little girl, pressing her face into my chest and her body into the mattress, but then I rolled us over so that she was on top. But before she could adjust to the new position I lifted her off me. She whined as her anus clung to my cock. It popped free and slapped down against my belly. And then I quickly spun her around so that her legs were above my head and she was lying on her stomach with her nose buried in my pubes. With a little maneuvering her pale and hairless erection was at my mouth and I took it in with lots of suction and twirled my tongue around it. "Nooooooo," Cindy whined. It was hypersensitive and the heat of my mouth and friction from my lips and tongue was too much for her. She thrashed weakly on top of me but in response I sucked harder and wrapped one arm across her back, pinioning her in place. With my other hand I reached down and rubbed my own steel-hard erection across her face, smearing eyeliner and rouge. I pressed it against her lips but she didn't open. So I bit down very gently on the tip of her penis. She opened her mouth to protest and quick as a wink I shoved home.

Cindy gagged as my cockhead bumped the entrance to her throat. I let her back off to a comfortable depth with only an inch or two filling her mouth, but no farther. "Suck it," I commanded, speaking around my own mouthful of girldick. I twined the fingers of one hand into her hair and moved her head forward and back, showing her the motion I wanted. She complied and I groaned with pleasure as her lips slipped over my cockhead and then back down. I responded by pistoning my pursed lips faster and harder over her own organ. I felt her hot tears dripping onto my scrotum as I pulled her reluctantly to another prepubescent peak. The mouthful of adult cock muffled her whines and cries as they climbed up the scale to near supersonic and then her back arched. My cock popped out of her mouth and she cried "AhhhhhHHHAAA!" as yet another dry orgasm flashed through her. Her hands balled into fists gripping the duvet and her cock strained in my mouth, her body blindly trying to ejaculate the semen it wasn't manufacturing and - if Cindy got the medical care she needed - wouldn't ever.

Cindy collapsed like a marionette with cut strings, her cheek bouncing off my thigh. She was nearly at the end of her strength. But I wasn't done yet. I rolled her off me gently and stood up. I adjusted her spreadeagle crosswise on the bed. I gripped her hips to move her butt to the edge of the mattress. "Oooooh, golly!" she breathed as I adjusted the angle of my erection to push it yet again into her ass. There was much less resistance now as her sphincter opened wide and I slid in with a wet, sloppy sound. "Stop, Mister, please stop," she begged. "I can't do any more!"

"Just a little more, Cindy," I said gently. "Just a little more for me. Now, up you go!" I picked her up and held her against me with her cheek against mine. I pushed up and slackened my grip to let more of her weight bear down on the point of penetration and her thin arms automatically went around my neck. They trembled as she fought to hold herself up, to keep my cock from going too deep inside of her. I walked us slowly out of the room, Cindy gasping and moaning as my stride had her bouncing up and down on my invading organ. She sounded like a concertina with a very wet, gooey leak. Her tears of exhaustion were hot on my shoulder.

I walked us down the hall and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower one-handed, getting a warm mist out of the wall jets and a gentle sprinkle from the dual shower heads. I got Cindy and me underneath it. She gasped as the warm water cascaded down her light brown skin and I felt the tension draining out of her. But I was still climbing. I pressed the little girl against the cool tile wall and began thrusting into her in earnest. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried as I pumped into her ass.

"Oh, god, Cindy, I love you," I whispered into her little ear. "I've wanted to fuck you like this since the day I met you." I felt the child shiver against me. "I love fucking you, I want you to live with me forever so I can fuck you again and again, and again! And again! And agahhhHHHOH! OH! OH!" I ejaculated forcefully into Cindy's bowels. She jerked and gasped as she felt jets of semen shooting into her. I stepped back and hugged her tight against me, trembling as my orgasm crested and slowly faded. We were both panting now. Gently I lifted her up and my penis slid out of her asshole with a loud slurp. Our eyes met and we laughed together as a mixture of cum, lube, and Cindy's anal juices ran down her skinny thighs.

"I love you," I told her again, kissed her on the forehead and gently set her down, her feet touching the ground for the first time since I had carried her up the stairs. Her legs were wobbly. I kept a hand on her shoulder until she steadied.

We were both startled by Lilah's applause. "Yay, yay, good fucking!" she slurred, walking into the shower and clapping. Water quickly plastered her gray hair to her head. She gave Cindy a hug, pressing their bare bodies together, which emphasized how skinny Lilah was compared to Cindy's slender but ordinary body type. Even months of giving the poor kid all she could eat hadn't plumped her up. For that matter she wasn't growing much at all. The two children had been more or less of a height when Cindy first came to us. Now Cindy was noticeably taller. Lilah had to look up to meet her eyes. "Good fucking?" she repeated. "Feelth good? Had enough?"

Cindy nodded tiredly, then looked up at me through the wreckage of her makeup. "That was so good, but..." she winced as she shifted her weight. "I'm kinda sore now."

I smiled down at the two girls. Lilah held Cindy steady on her feet as I took a cloth and gently washed her, cleaning her face, soaping away her sweat, and sluicing the cum and lube off her asscheeks and thighs. Her asshole was red and swollen and not completely closed. She gasped and tensed as I very carefully inserted a soapy finger just to make sure she was clean inside and out. Then I washed myself off quickly as Lilah helped Cindy out of the shower and gently patted her dry with a bath sheet. When I had dried off too, the two of us slowly walked Cindy back to her bedroom, all three of us naked. Cindy's walk was more of a waddle and each step clearly hurt as swollen and abraded tissues rubbed together. As Lilah helped Cindy into a flannel pajama set patterned with dragons and kittens I got two baby aspirin from the bathroom for her. I tucked her in. "Good night," she said softly, "I love you."

"Love you too," I answered, looking into the pale blue of her eyes. I kissed her on the forehead and then Lilah and I left. I turned out the light and shut her bedroom door behind me.

I was suddenly ravenous and I realized Cindy hadn't eaten dinner. Oh well, if she was hungry she'd get up and there was still all that Chinese takeaway downstairs. I took a second to wrap myself in a navy blue fleece bathrobe from my closet, then padded downstairs to the kitchen with Lilah galumphing behind me. I blew out the candle still burning on the kitchen table and swept the paper scraps into a little pile. I opened the takeout sack, but everything had gotten cold while we were busy. I put the little cartons in the microwave to heat back up and got out dishes: a large bowl and chopsticks for me, two smaller bowls for Lilah. While we were waiting on the microwave I got out two tall shot glasses and filled them with bourbon. I put one down in front of Lilah. She pulled two fingers out of her cunt so she could pick up her glass, leaving wet smears on the outside. I took her wrist and held it so I could clink my glass against hers. I was trying to teach her that little bit of drinking etiquette. As soon as I let go, she fitted the glass between her tusks and tossed it back. It was good bourbon, too. I sipped at my glass while Lilah blew out a boozy breath, incidentally spraying spittle down her front. She set the glass down and her hand disappeared below the table, and immediately there was the wet sound of her fingers sliding back into her quim.

The micro beeped and I spooned out rice and Szechuan chicken (extra spicy) into Lilah's two bowls, noodles and cashew chicken for me. Lilah took alternate handfuls of rice and chicken with the hand not buried in her cunt and shoved them at her mouth, getting some in but spilling plenty down her bare chest and belly. Her bowls were quickly empty and she turned to picking the spilled food off of her pale skin. By the time I finished my own bowl she had just about cleaned herself except for gravy stains and a whole chili pepper, bright red, pointy, and about 2 inches long which she held up between her two fingers. I expected her to pop it into her mouth but instead she spread her skinny legs, used two fingers to pry her tiny cunthole open, and stuffed the pepper right up inside herself, pushing it with her finger until it completely disappeared inside her. I knew those peppers from this place. They were viciously hot. And sure enough, in a moment or two Lilah started scissoring her thighs open and closed, and making a high keening whine, like a hurt puppy. "Lilah, what did you do that for?" I demanded.

"The dragonth told me to," she said, pointing at the window over the sink. "They told me, it'll hurt you really good. They're right, it feelth thuper hot! And now I can danth with the dragonth!" And with that, Lilah started capering and leaping wildly around the kitchen. She held out one arm as if reaching for a partner while with the other, the naked little girl was slapping her vulva in an irregular rhythm. "It hurth, it hurth!" she cried over and over, spraying spittle and drooling down her tusks and chin, and broke into wild laughter. The furious animal tattooed on her face looked even more terrifying with her facial muscles stretched into a grin. After making several circuits around the kitchen table, she swanned into the hall and up the stairs, shrieking with laughter. Her hardware glinted in the light from the wall sconces and her slaps echoed in the stairwell. Leaving the dishes and leftovers for later, I followed her.

I found her lying on my bed, swinging her arms and legs in wide, erratic circles. "I'm danthing! I'm danthing with the dragons!" she cried. Then she stopped, and a wistful expression came over her mutilated face. "Ohhhh, the dragons went away." She pouted briefly and then reached down and inserted her finger and thumb into her pussy. She rooted around in there for a minute, then looked up at me. "Will you help? I can't find it now, and it would really really be hurting a lot if I wasn't a monthter." She lay back with her skinny arms behind her head and her legs spread wide and looked up at me expectantly.

I grabbed Lilah's thighs and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed and knelt to inspect her. Her vulva looked normal - well for her anyway - with three gleaming chrome grommets puncturing each lip, and the pale skin mostly obscured by the tattoo of a viper's gaping maw. Back when there had been metal spikes screwed into each hole, they had been the viper's fangs. But when I peeled her labia apart the insult to her anatomy was clear. Her as-yet-vestigial inner lips were swollen more than twice their normal thickness and flowered open and the opening between them was an angry, blotchy red with the interior tissues likewise swollen, nearly obscuring her tiny passage. The swelling had pushed her clitoris away so it was pointing nearly straight up with the slit-open hood pulled back to either side of it. For fun I leaned forward and licked the little pink bud and was rewarded instantly: Lilah's body tensed and shivered as a small orgasm rippled through her. As her body trembled her vaginal passage winked open and closed and I could just get a glimpse of the stem of the pepper pushed well up inside her. When Lilah stopped bouncing her butt on the bed I tried penetrating her with thumb and forefinger. The swelling meant I needed more force to get two fingers inside the little girl's vagina than normal. She grunted as I wiggled my digits. I managed to touch the pepper stem with my finger but my thumb was too short. Lilah pushed herself up on her elbows to watch. Her face was getting red and her forehead was sweaty. "Does that hurt?" I asked her, concerned.

"Only in my monthter body," Lilah replied.

Well, her monster body was making her start to whine "owie, owie, owie," under her breath, so I tried again, this time pushing my first two fingers into her cunt. It was getting tighter as the tissues swelled and it was harder than normal to push those fingers in all the way up the last knuckle, and really hard to scissor them apart once they were fully-inserted into the nine-year-old. To no avail, anyway. I could get both fingers on the stem of the pepper but I couldn't get enough of a grip to pull it out. Meanwhile Lilah's whines were getting more and more urgent. Her eyes were scrunched closed and tears were starting to flow, which looked pretty weird with the crazy animal eyes that were tattooed on the closed lids. Her butt was squirming on the sheets as the capsaicin really took hold on her mucous membranes. Momentarily at a loss, I rummaged in my nightstand drawer and came up with a pair of extra-long needlenose pliers. I think I had most recently used them to get at a tiny nut up inside the stem of the bedside lamp when I rewired it. They were pretty clean and only a little bit rusty.

I looked around for the lube but then realized that Lilah was lubricating so copiously in response to the irritation that it wasn't necessary. The main problem was getting her to hold still as I inserted the pliers. I pushed them in just an inch and then separated the jaws as far as I could, stretching her cunny hole open horizontally more than two inches. If I angled the handles down I could see the pepper waaaay up there, squeezed tight between bright red, inflamed tissues. I slowly pushed them further in. The tips of the jaws scraped against her insides and I could tell it hurt her but it couldn't be helped. By using both hands to keep the jaws spread, I was able to get them around the pepper despite Lilah's increasing squirming. Once I was sure I had the placement right, I brought them together. I felt a small crunch through the handles and I slowly pulled them out. The thin jaws slid free of Lilah's cunt and, yes, the pepper was clenched firmly in them. Removing the source, however, didn't cure the irritation and swelling the child was already suffering. Worse, that crunch had been the pepper splitting open. It came out trailing seeds, where the real heat was. I used the sleeve of my robe to brush seeds away from her entrance but, spreading it with my thumbs, I could see there were still some inside. And Lilah was still making that "owie, owie, owie," noise, not loud, but steady. Her face was getting as red as her cunny hole and tears were flowing freely. Her chin and neck were shiny with drool, but that was normal.

I did the only thing I could think of. I picked Lilah up by one skinny ankle and carried her upside-down into the bathroom. She giggled in between her steady cries of pain. I stepped into the shower stall and with my free hand turned on the handheld to a single powerful stream of cold water. Given the weather it was icy cold. I hoisted Lilah higher and pressed the handheld between her legs. She jerked as freezing water sprayed into her vagina. It worked; as the water sprayed right back out it carried pepper seeds with it. I removed the handheld and let the water drain out of Lilah's cunt. She shivered and yelped as the cold water ran down her bare body. I pressed it against her cunny again and removed it several more times until I saw no more seeds coming out. I cut off the water and hung up the showerhead. With my hand freed I used thumb and forefinger to spread her hole open. The tissues inside were still swollen and blotchy but I saw no more pepper seeds. I stepped out of the stall, still carrying Lilah upside-down, and grabbed a bath sheet. I spread it on the bed as well as I could one-handed, then tossed a wet and shivering Lilah onto it. I climbed on the bed and wrapped the towel around her thin form and dried her off. Then I opened my robe and spooned us together. Her skin was cool. I wrapped my arms around her and rubbed my hands all over her in an effort to warm her up. Gradually she relaxed and her shivering stopped.

"Lilah, why did you do that? You could have hurt your cunt very badly."

"The dragonth told me to," the child answered simply. Her nose was running. She flipped up the heavy brass ring piercing her septum and wiped the snot onto her forearm.

"But the dragons aren't real, Lilah," I told her.

She twisted around to look at me, confusion written on her tattooed face. "Not real?"

"Not real. Not real like I'm real, or Cindy is real. They're just in your mind."

Lilah's confusion deepened. "They're not in my mind. They're in the sky, or in the room, or outside."

"But you're the only one who sees them. They don't really exist." She was not getting it. The drug overdose that so distorted her reality had occurred when she was still so young that her line between make-believe and reality wasn't yet firm. Her perceptions couldn't distinguish between what came from the outside world and what was created by her damaged mind. I tried another tack. "Did you ever see the dancing dragons before you were a monster, Lilah?"

Now she just looked sad. "I don't remember," she said slowly. "I only remember Mommy. I miss my mommy. Why doesn't she come visit me? Is it because I'm a monthter now? Is she scared of me?"

"I know she'd visit you if she could," I said, but I didn't want to get sidetracked. I had another thought. I licked my thumb and forefinger. "Could the dragons ever do this, Lilah?" I reached down and seized her exposed clitoris and squeezed it, rubbing it between spit-lubricated digits.

Lilah came instantly. Her body stiffened and her legs thrashed as pleasure lit up her distorted sensorium. "Aaaahhhaie! Aiie! Aiie!" she cried, spraying spittle onto the bedsheets. I felt a little hot liquid squirt out of her swollen cunny onto my fingers. I spread it all around her punctured vulva as I continued rolling her clit between thumb and finger. The trembling in her legs spread across her entire body until she was shaking violently, her head thumping into my chest and her buttocks clenching around my stiffening penis. Her chilled skin warmed. I wrapped an arm around her to keep her pressed against me.

After two minutes Lilah's cries of pleasure were becoming hoarse and desperate and she was crying again. I gave her relief, letting go of her pulsing little clitty and cupping her vulva. She relaxed slowly as the orgasmic waves receded and she regained control of her limbs. As she collapsed against me, panting heavily, I asked her, "Could the dragons ever do that to you?" She was too exhausted to speak but I felt her head shake. "I guess that's how you can tell if something is real or not. If it can make you cum, it's real. Do you think you can remember that?"

Lilah rolled away and turned to face me. I looked into her eyes, enormous black pupils in a solid sea of blue. Did she understand? Her mouth worked, her tusks rang together, drool ran from the corner of her mouth. "They're not real..." she said slowly, as if working out a very difficult problem. "If they can't touch my cunt, they're not real?"

That was pretty close, actually. I hugged the child against me, pressing my stiffening penis against her belly. "Yes, Lilah, that's one way you can tell." I gasped as I felt her cool fingers close around my cock.

"Is your penith real?" she asked and I thought I even heard a hint of mischief in her voice. I looked at the little girl's freakshow face with the tattooing, her tusks, her nose ring, all her piercings, and lust flared.

"Let's find out," I growled, and grabbed her bony shoulders and pinned her to the bed. I spread her legs apart with my knees and rubbed my cock over her belly and down her abdomen. I felt the metal embedded in her vulva as cool roughness against the bottom of my shaft. I used one hand to position my cockhead, then squeezed her shoulders and pushed. Lilah threw her head back and her mouth opened wide as I pushed her labia majora apart. Her tusks gleamed in the overhead light and a whine rasped in her throat. The irritation from the pepper had swollen her pussy nearly shut and it took real effort to shove myself inside her. I had to use my hand to keep my erection from bending under pressure and put enough of my weight behind it to drive her little ass into the mattress. I had to squirt a bunch of lube onto her before I could make any progress, and only then did I slowly breach her opening. Not only was she fantastically tight now, she was roaring hot as well. As I slowly forced myself into the child I felt an all-too-familiar burning start in my cockhead and radiate down my shaft - apparently I had not been able to wash out all of the juice from the ruptured pepper. But thankfully it stopped well short of actual pain. It was just a piquant enhancement of Lilah's delightful charms.

For her part, Lilah was gnashing her tusks together rapidly and her pupils were rolling around in her head. It must have felt different to her, too, but not bad, as she put her hands on my ass and tried to pull me deeper inside her. She made a surprised "Oh!" as I bumped against her immature cervix. I pulled back and she was so tight that the friction of my cock inside her actually lifted her ass off the bed and only reluctantly did her cunt release me. I pressed my weight down and penetrated her fully again, setting up a slow, deliciously tantalizing rhythm. "So," I asked her, "Is my penis real, monster?"

Lilah shook her head violently from side to side, splashing drool to the left and right. "Don't call me that!" she said.

"Why not, isn't that what you are, monster?"

"I'm a monthter, but I'm a perthon too!" Lilah cried plaintively. "I AM a perthon, and I'm a perthon with a name! My name ith Lilah!"

"OK, whatever," I said. "Lilah, is my penis real?"

As she answered I mashed my finger down on her clitoris, pressing it against my cock. "Yes it iIIIAAAIE!" Lilah screamed and threw her arms and legs out as I forced another climax from her preteen body. Her cunt clamped down on me even harder and then it almost felt like her pussy was chewing on my cock, squeezing and releasing so quickly it was almost like an internal shiver.

It was tiring and exhilarating to fuck Lilah in this state. Every time I pulled out I was literally lifting her entire weight with my cock as the intense clamp of her swollen cunny only reluctantly released me. Every thrust was like trying to drive my penis into thick honey as only slowly did I sink back into her ferocious heat. Meanwhile Lilah was thrashing about and moaning, champing her tusks and bubbling saliva down her cheeks and chin as my mauling of her clitoris extended her climax until she was completely exhausted.

At last when Lilah's thrashing was reduced to feeble twitching of her arms and legs and she was quiet except for her breath rasping in her throat, I felt my own orgasm rising. I pressed the heels of my hands against her bony pelvis and wrenched my penis free of her torrid grasp. Just as it popped free of her swollen peach and bounced upwards my first contraction fired a stream of cum that painted Lilah from crotch to forehead. I threw myself forward and stuffed my cock into her mouth. I crouched over her supine form and grabbed two handfuls of her hair to pull her face against my crotch. My cock slid over her tongue and the head wedged into the entrance to the little girl's throat. I felt her swallow, and then my penis was past the obstruction and the rest of my shaft disappeared into her mouth until my pubes were crushed around her nose. Her tusks pricked my abdomen and inner thighs as the muscles contracted with each ejaculation and I fired the rest of my cum straight down into Lilah's tummy.

Exhausted, I rocked backwards. My cock slid out of Lilah's mouth, shooting a last weak volley of semen onto her nostrils and her Cupid's bow. Her tongue snaked out through the big brass ring piercing her septum and licked up the goo. Lilah smiled up at me. "Yeth. Your penith is real."

I rolled over onto my back, chuckling, and pulled Lilah on top of me. I kissed her lips carefully, tasting my cum on them. "Lilah, my beautiful monster," I said.

"Perthon!" she insisted.

"...my beautiful monster person," I amended. I looked deep into the dark blue eyeballs set in the horrible animal tattoo. "Try to remember, what's real and what isn't real. It'll keep you safer."

"You try to remember, Thindy ith a little girl. You have to be gentle and nithe to her."

I blinked. Since Lilah had come back to us I couldn't recall anything she'd ever said that wasn't about her immediate needs or environment. And now out of nowhere she was giving me relationship advice.

But she wasn't finished. "And I'm a perthon. I know enough to stay out of sight. You don't lock me up in the cage any more. I go visit the other montherth when I want to." With that she lay down with her cheek against my collarbone and her gray hair tickling my chin.

Lilah's body was a warm, slight weight atop me. I could feel drool puddling in my chest hair, and semen leaking out of her onto my belly. Before I could formulate a reply, she was snoring.