Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 24

Lilah crouched, shivering, in freezing rain. The bush she was hiding under gave her no protection at all; the wind was whipping the rain practically sideways and it felt like tiny needles stabbing unceasingly into her naked body. But she was prepared to wait all night.

It had started a few days ago when she was on her way to visit her monster friends under the highway. This side of the street fronted on a park that badly needed maintenance - it was overgrown and dark. By chance there were also two streetlights out on this block so it made a good transit for a monster who wanted to pass unobserved. But as she scampered down the sidewalk, looking for the gap in the hedge she could squeeze through without collecting too many thorn scratches, she heard it. It was a cry, high and thin. It could have been an animal, but just as she was about to push through the thorn bushes, she heard it resolve into words. "Daddy, no, it hurts." Lilah had stopped dead on the sidewalk. She was blowing out big clouds of condensation after running for blocks and she tried desperately to quiet her panting. She clamped her mouth shut to stop the metallic ringing of her tusks clashing together and strained her ears. After a moment it came again. "It hurts!" but then there was the sound of a slap, followed by a wordless wail that choked off suddenly. It had been coming from the row of twelve-flat apartment buildings across the street, but which one? Lilah's gaze darted from window to window. It was after midnight and only a few were lit at all, and she could discern no movement behind any of them. Lilah stood stock still, listening as hard as she could, but there was silence. And then the moon started laughing at her, and then the stars joined in, then the clouds and the trees too, all of them laughing so hard she couldn't hear anything else, and she had to go on.

But she was back tonight. The temperature hovered just above freezing and she had no sooner left her monster cave than the skies had opened up and the cold rain poured down, but Lilah was driven by a need she couldn't articulate, to find the source of that cry and make it stop. So she waited, battered by the gusty damp wind, drenched in cold water that just kept coming down, plastering her gray hair flat to her scalp, dripping off her tusks and joining the stream of icy water that ran over her toes and into the storm drain. She was listening as hard as she could, cursing the steady drumming of water on the pavement, cursing the bad music that kept trying to creep in at the edge of her hearing, and cursing whatever was making a child cry so.

Lilah had no idea how long it had been when finally, she heard the cry again, but it had been long enough that when she tried to stand up her legs wouldn't obey her and she went face-down in the stream of freezing water pouring into the storm drain. She came up sputtering, shaking dirt and leaves off her face but it was good luck because at that moment a car turned onto the street, its lights sweeping the sidewalk where Lilah would have been caught if she hadn't fallen. So she lay there and let the freezing water pour over her until the car was gone. Then she was up and across the street in a flash, turning her head and casting back and forth like a bloodhound after a scent. Another cry, and she was able to narrow the source to one of the long row of buildings. Again, this time a long, sustained wail and by the time it ended in a tear-clogged choke, Lilah was certain it was coming from a window on the second floor - not very high at all because the first floor was actually half a flight of steps down with its windows only a few inches above the ground. Lilah looked the building up and down. Its facade was rough-hewn limestone blocks, rough enough to give finger- and toeholds to a monster that was strong enough and quick enough and light enough, and Lilah was all three. She darted across the soggy grass verge and jumped, flattening her bare body against the cold, wet stone. Her fingers dug into the space between two rows of blocks while her toes scrabbled for purchase. They found it and she was spread-eagled against the wall, breathing heavily. She paused to gather her strength, and started climbing.

The going was slow. Lilah had no experience at wall- or rock climbing and she wasn't as strong as she had supposed she was. Fortunately it wasn't far to climb, and the windows all had metalwork like little fake balconies on them. So she didn't have to climb much more than a grownup's height before she could grip the metal bars and pull herself up.

She got her toes onto the bottom of the window's lattice and stood, at the side so she could not be seen from inside, and waited until she got her breath under control and her heart slowed. The rain was turning to sleet and the hissing and pattering of the tiny darts of ice on her bare body and the stone all around her seemed to be speaking to her, whispering words in a secret language that she could almost understand. "Go away, rawr!" she growled under her breath and made a scary face at the wall and for a wonder it worked. The whisper stopped and it was quiet except for the sounds of the sleet. The metalwork was so cold it burned on her palms and her soles and she could already feel herself starting to shiver after her exertion, so she didn't want to delay.

Lilah peered around the edge of the window. There was a sheer curtain but the room was well-lit and she could see clearly. The room was small and bare, with only a mattress on the floor in one corner, and a cheap bureau with its veneer peeling in the other. There was a little brown girl sitting on the mattress, very young, much smaller than Lilah. She had curly dark hair and cheeks chubby with baby fat. She was wearing a cheerful yellow nightie but her very long, dark lashes were matted with tears. Brown eyes full of fear looked up at a very large man, bald, with one long eyebrow that went straight across his forehead. He knelt on the mattress. He was naked and his body was covered with very dark hair, so thick it was almost like fur. He was holding his erect penis and pointing it at the little girl's face. She looked up at him with a pleading expression in her eyes. The man said something and she shook her head. He said it again. This time his other hand whipped out and grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck. It must have hurt because she started to cry aloud but as soon as her mouth opened the man pulled her head towards him and shoved his penis right into her mouth! The little girl tried to cry but all she could make were choking noises as the man pushed into her. Her body convulsed as the penis gagged her. The man jerked her back and forth so that his cock pistoned in and out. Gooey saliva spurted out between her lips and dripped thickly down the shaft of the penis.

With a surprising effort, the little girl wrenched herself free, leaving the man holding his dick in one hand and strands of her curly hair in the other. She fell back on the bed, crying in earnest now. The man leaned over, his bulk huge and looming over the little child, and slapped her hard across the face. She screamed in pain but the man wrapped his hand around her neck and pressed down on the mattress, choking her into silence. Her fingers scrabbled futilely at the man's big, hairy wrist. He leaned further, putting his face next to hers and spat angry words at her. He gave her neck a final, hard squeeze, then straightened and stomped out of the room. The little girl rolled over on her stomach and cried into the wrinkled sheets.

Lilah clashed her tusks together, her jaws clenching in anger. She knew what she had to do.

It was sleepover night at the townhouse again, with Cindy and both sisters. Lilah was out. I didn't like that very much, but she had demanded freedom of movement and anyway she'd shown that I couldn't stop her unless I literally kept her in chains 24/7 and she deserved much better than that. She said she knew how to keep out of sight and I had to take her at her word and hope for the best. But as soon as she left rain starting coming down in buckets. I hoped the miserable weather would drive her back here, and soon.

If Jenny or Rob thought it odd that Karen, at thirteen, would have sleepovers with her little sister and her little sister's friend, two and three years her junior, they kept that to themselves and just enjoyed their occasional childfree nights out. I knew Karen had friends her own age and I guess she spent enough time with them that once in a while an overnight with the younger girls didn't seem too unusual. That worked out well for Karen as it gave her from after supper until the next afternoon, a good solid 18 hours to spend as much of it fucking as she could schedule tricks for. Men started showing up as soon as the girls were dropped off. Renee and Cindy and I watched a movie and then were looking for funny animal shorts on YouTube when Karen joined us, sweaty and disheveled but smiling and for the moment, satiated. She sat naked on a folded bath towel on my bedroom floor, slowly leaking semen from vagina and rectum.

In fact we were all naked, sitting in a ring. I had introduced the wholesome sleepover game of strip poker and once we had all "lost", switched to cutting the deck, high card gives a dare to the low card. I had just cut a Queen and Renee a four. "Renee, I dare you to eat a mouthful of cum from your sister's pussy." Renee gave me a withering dirty look but she was game. Karen smiled at her little sister, leaned back and used two fingers to spread her petals, revealing the gooey white slime inside. On hands and knees Renee crawled across the circle. She locked eyes with Karen for a moment, then slowly lowered herself as if she were doing half-pushups. She swallowed and her jaw knotted briefly as her face approached her sister's sticky crotch and she wrinkled her nose at the smell. But she went ahead and planted her lips against Karen's lower pair. Karen gave a gasp of pleasure as Renee's nose pushed into her swollen, oversized clitoris. It was dark crimson and shiny with moisture, curled under itself like a cooked shrimp. Renee sucked and slurped noisily. When she raised her head her face was smeared with the mingled semen and cunt honey sliming Karen's thighs. She turned to face me and opened her mouth, showing a thick, turgid pool filling her mouth and overflowing her bottom lip. She closed her mouth, grimaced, and swallowed. Then staring at me defiantly, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, showing me it clean. She wiped her face on a corner of Karen's towel, and crawled back to her place in our little circle.

She got her own back immediately when on the next cut she drew a King and I got a three. Grinning maliciously she turned to me. "I dare you..." she paused dramatically, "to eat a mouthful of cum from Karen's BUTTHOLE!" She crossed her arms under her perky new breasts and looked at me triumphantly. Even Cindy snickered.

Well, there was nothing to do but face the music. There was in fact some music in Karen's pooter. When she turned around and got on hands and knees to present her lush backside to me she let out a stuttering fart, rising and falling in pitch as cum bubbled out of her reddened, distended sphincter. I waved my hand to clear the gas as I approached. "No cheating, now!" Renee catcalled me. "I wanna see a full mouthful!" Karen arched her back, presenting her slimy pussy as well as her backdoor, so I started by extending my tongue and licking from her vaginal opening, across her taint, and finished by rimming the dilated muscle ring, making her gasp and clench it tight when I nibbled at it with my front teeth. Then I spread her cheeks with my hands and, just as Renee had done, planted my lips against the orifice and sucked loudly. Goo oozed and bubbled into my mouth. I stuck my tongue up Karen's ass and used it to scoop in more strangers' protein. The bitter, nutty note to the familiar flavor of semen coated my mouth and rose up into my sinuses. I smacked my lips as I pulled away, gave Karen a nice, hard spank as I straightened, and pivoted to put myself almost nose-to-nose with Renee. I opened wide and exhaled, making sure she got a snootful of the special odor of Karen's anal juices. I stirred the mess with my tongue, then just as Renee had done, swallowed it down and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue so she could see I didn't cheat. "Fair's fair," I acknowledged and she gave me a little nod in return.

On the next cut Renee was low again, but this time Cindy was high card. She looked around the circle, absently holding her little penis between thumb and forefinger and softly squeezing it rhythmically. She seemed at a loss until a thought occurred to her. I could tell because she blushed and ducked her head, letting her wavy brown hair fall over her face. Then she leaned over and spoke into Renee's ear, softly but loud enough so I could hear. "I dare you to take off your penis so I can lick your cu..." She couldn't quite bring herself to say the dirty word. "...your vulva." She sat back, her blush going almost nuclear.

Renee reached out and lifted Cindy's chin until she met the younger girl's pale blue eyes, and smiled. Cindy's gaze dropped to Renee's crotch as Renee leaned back and spread her legs, exposing the realistic latex penis sprouting from her crotch. Supporting herself with one hand, she gripped it at its base with the other and slowly pulled. There was a slick, wet sound as it slid out of her vagina. The back end of the dildo was a more utilitarian black and slightly bulbous, I guess to let it seat more securely, so her thin, pink inner lips stretched as her opening flared, then closed tightly as it withdrew. Renee set the checkmark-shaped thing carefully on the end table behind her, then turned to her girlfriend with a remarkably lewd smile for an eleven-year-old, and crooked a finger.

Cindy's breath hitched and her blush spread down her neck and upper chest to her puffy pink nipples. She pivoted forward to lie on her stomach and elbow-walked between Renee's spread thighs. As she lowered her face she closed her eyes and inhaled Renee's light, sweet aroma. Then she used her thumbs to spread Renee's labia majora, revealing the pink surrounding her slit and her erected clitoris. A trickle of moisture ran down across Renee's perineum as Cindy pressed her lips into Renee's girlhood. It was Renee's turn to gasp softly and her large nipples crinkled and stiffened as her breasts jiggled slightly. Her gasp turned to a soft moan as Cindy dug her tongue into Renee's opening and then licked upwards to purse her lips around Renee's clit and suck gently.

My own cock was painfully erect as I watched the two naked preteens. From my other side came the sloppy sounds of Karen masturbating as she watched her younger sister get eaten out. I shook myself out of the erotic trance and stood, walking shakily to my bedside table to get a fattie and matches from the drawer. While I was up I turned off the overhead light, leaving only my bedside reading lamp and the muted glow of the tv. Karen's eyes lit up as I sat back down with the joint between my lips and puffed it alight. Getting high intensified her already almost overwhelming sexual pleasure while at the same time it dulled her emotional turmoil, deeply buried but still present, from exposing herself again and again to adults, performing all manner of perverse acts that she had been raised to believe were sinful and wrong.

I took a deep hit and handed the joint off to Karen, turning my gaze to watch Cindy's eager cunnilingus. She was now slurping noisily at Renee's tight slit, nibbling up one side of her vulva and down the other, swiping her tongue across Renee's erected clitoris with each pass. Renee's eyes were slitted as she gazed down at her preteen lover. One hand stroked Cindy's hair gently. For her part Cindy had one hand underneath her at her own crotch. She had her weight slightly on one hip, making space for her to slowly stroke her penis as she breathed deeply of Renee's essence.

Karen took her own hit, inhaling deeply and then clapping a hand over her mouth. Her high, beautiful breasts were orange-sized without a hint of sag, crowned by dark red nipples the size of cherries. They bounced as she lost the battle to hold in the lungful of smoke. I plucked the joint from her hand and patted Cindy gently on her bare butt to get her attention. She rolled onto her hip, revealing her penis, stiff as a nail and the head dark red above the pale brown collar. Her face was shiny from the bridge of her nose down to her chin. Strands of her light brown hair stuck to her flushed cheek. A veteran smoker from her months living on the street, she took a long, deep hit, her skinny chest expanding. She offered the joint to Renee, who shook her head, and then handed it back to me. But she returned to eagerly eating Renee's juicy pussy and as she exhaled the smoke flowed over the older girl's mucous membranes, guaranteeing Renee a high whether she willed or not.

The joint went around twice more and by the time I stubbed it out all three girls were pretty thoroughly ripped. Karen was mauling her oversized clitoris with one hand while plunging three fingers of her other hand in and out of her cunt with loud wet sounds as white cream squelched out, covering her hand, spreading all over her crotch and inner thighs, and thickly dripping onto the towel. Her blue eyes were dazed behind drooping eyelids. Cindy was still licking Renee, burrowing her tongue into the older girl's opening, smacking her lips and slurping up the steady flow of clear juice, occasionally pausing to purse her lips around Renee's clit or roll her tongue around it. Renee was moaning quietly flat on her back, legs spread wide, gazing woozily up at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. She was pinching her fat nipples and gently slapping at her breasts with one hand. The little mounds bounced and jiggled, gradually reddening under the mild punishment.

The card game was pretty much forgotten, which was fine with me. I hardly knew where to look with three beautiful children all wantonly displaying themselves in a cannabis-enhanced sexual haze. My skin tingled all over and I was jacking my cock slowly, edging myself as I contemplated my incredible luck. A thought struck me. I got carefully to my feet and rummaged in my bureau for a minute, returning with a bottle of baby oil and four remote-controlled capsule vibrators and their four little Bluetooth remotes.

Since Cindy was the only one with her butt upturned I started with her, dribbling baby oil into her buttcrack. She raised her head at the sensation, taking her mouth off Renee's incipient muff, then squeaked in surprise when I pushed one of the vibes between her cheeks and pressed on it with my thumb until it slid past her greased sphincter and into her rectum. Renee and Karen were stoned enough to insert their own without much questioning and I did the same. Then, smiling, I handed around the remotes. But which remote controlled which vibe? I thumbed mine, and Renee jumped, then laughed as she understood the game. She thumbed hers, and Karen gasped. Then Karen made Cindy jump and she flipped her switch and I felt the tingle in my backside. Before long we were all laughing and "ooo!" ing as we buzzed each other's butts. The vibration made me even hornier than I was already and I rolled Cindy over and without so much as a by-your-leave sucked her little spike into my mouth. She was delicious, tasting of cinnamon, castile soap and sweat. She moaned softly. I heard scuffling and then my own penis was engulfed in something warm and wet, and someone's tongue trilled against my frenum. With my face pressed between Cindy's thighs I couldn't tell who it was, but as I stroked my hands along Cindy's smooth body I felt the vibe buzzing inside her, and then I heard her go back to feasting on Renee's juicy quim.

We were seconds away from a full-blown (heh) orgy when two things happened simultaneously: Karen's phone buzzed, reminding her she had another trick in ten minutes, and I heard the back door click open, and then small bare feet climbing the stairs. At first I thought I was so high I was hearing echoes, but no, there were two sets of feet, not one. I sat up, the vibe in my ass rattling against the parquet floor, as Lilah walked into my bedroom. She was naked, of course, and dripping wet, leaving puddles behind her on the hall floor. She was accompanied by a little girl, much smaller than her, no older than five or six. She had dark brown skin, curly black hair, a sharp Indio nose and full lips. She was wearing a thin yellow nightie, soaked and transparent and clinging to her big-bellied toddler's body. Her feet were bare and her hair was plastered to her back. She was shivering and her lips were blue from the cold. Her eyes were wide, taking in the debauched sight of the four of us naked and entwined. She shrank back behind Lilah, wrapping her arms around the bigger girl's bare belly.

"Lilah?" I said as I struggled to a sitting position, "What the f...or goodness sakes who is this?"

Lilah responded to my tone first. "Rawr!" she challenged me. Then she seemed to focus better. "Her daddy wath hurting her."

I took a second, or maybe an hour - the weed was a really strong strain - to consider that. "Why did you bring her here? We sure can't keep her. Not unless you...Lilah, you didn't do anything to her daddy, did you?" Another murder and a kidnapping was not going to be a tenable situation.

But Lilah shook her head vigorously, casting little threads of saliva out of the corners of her mouth. "I am not a killing-people monthter anymore!" she declared.

"How'd you get the kid to come with you?"

This time Lilah just shrugged. "She was thcared, but I told her I wath a good monthter and I would make it tho her daddy didn't hurt her anymore." I guessed that made sense. A kid that little still believed in monsters under the bed, she'd probably accept the idea of a good monster just as easily.

Karen was fascinated by this, but her phone beeped a second reminder. She climbed to her feet and walked shakily into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she sat on the toilet and peed noisily. She flushed, then started to sit down on the bidet, stopped, squatted and grimaced as she bore down. In a second the capsule vibrator shot out of her ass and bounced on the tile. Then she mounted the bidet and gave herself a good spray fore and aft. Once she was clean she stood and padded naked to the stairs and down.

I levered myself up to sit on the edge of the bed and gestured Lilah to me. She stepped over Cindy and Renee embracing woozily, the little girl sticking right to her. Even when I pulled Lilah into my lap the kid stood right next to us, though she looked at me warily. Her eyes were very dark. I fondled Lilah lightly, running my hand up and down her torso. I twirled a finger around one nipple, flicking my nail under the divot where the piercing had been torn out, then moving to tug gently on the chain still attached to her other nip and her outie bellybutton. I was so buzzed, I felt like I was exploring the child's tattooed body for the first time. I traced the stinger on the tail of the viper that curled down her stomach to stretch its jaws across her vulva. The stinger was pointed straight at her heart, dripping venom. Lilah looked up at me, blinking those blank blue eyeballs. I bent and pressed my lips carefully to hers, tilting my head to avoid the four chrome tusks that protruded from the corners of her mouth. As I thrust my tongue into her mouth my hand trailed down across her abdomen. Her ribbon was wet and took a couple hard tugs to untie but once the ends were loose, I skimmed my index finger up and down her slit, then wiggled it against her opening. She grunted into my mouth and opened her legs as I penetrated her and pushed my finger into the feverish heat of her vagina. My erection, rising back to full mast, pressed against her buttocks.

"So why'd you bring the kid here?" I asked.

"Her daddy wath hurting her," Lilah repeated.

"But so what?" I said. "If you didn't, uh, do anything about him, what are we supposed to do?"

Lilah blinked up at me again. "You like doing it with little girls, but you like them to like doing it too. You can teach her how to like it and then she can make her daddy do it that way."

"That's..." I stopped and turned that over in my pot-slowed faculties. "...not the craziest idea I ever heard. Huh." I reached behind me and extracted another joint from my bedstand, and dug around until my fingers touched a lighter. It wasn't the craziest idea but I needed to be much more high before it sounded like an actually good idea. I took a deep hit, then handed the J to Lilah. She fitted it carefully to her mouth and puffed on it, then drew a long breath. Since her lips couldn't close completely around her tusks, her smoke was aerated nicely. I felt her cunt clench around my finger as she tensed her diaphragm to hold in the hit. I pulled out with a faint pop. She hopped off my lap and went down on her hands and knees.

Lilah crawled over to Renee and Cindy still in their naked embrace on the floor. With the joint still in her lips she blew smoke out of the corners of her mouth. "I'm a dragon!" she exclaimed. "Rawr!" Cindy looked up at Lilah, dark pupils so large her irises were just a narrow circle of pale blue. She giggled, then snatched the joint from between Lilah's lips.

The little girl started to follow Lilah but I held her back. I looked down at her with what I hoped was a kind expression, though my face was a little numb so it was hard to be sure. She was sucking her thumb. "What's your name, little girl?" She stared at me for a long moment, then mumbled something around her thumb. I bent closer. "What is it? You can whisper in my ear."

"Mariela," she whispered.

I straightened. "And how old are you, Mariela?"

Again that dark stare. Then she took her thumb out of her mouth and held up the hand, fingers extended but her wet thumb folded against her palm.

"Four years old, huh? That's a big girl." Mariela put her thumb back in her mouth. "That's big enough to learn how to have fun with no clothes on." I grabbed the hem of her soaking wet nightgown and lifted it up and over her head. That pulled her thumb out of her mouth but she put it right back. I tossed the garment behind me onto the bed and examined her. She had a toddler's body with a prominent belly and chubby little arms and legs. Her vulva pooched out, showing just a clean little slit. She looked at me uncertainly, then ran to where Lilah was crawling around Cindy and Renee.

Lilah was taking turns hitting the joint with Cindy. After taking a hit Cindy went back to eating Renee's pussy, incidentally blowing more smoke up her vaj. Despite not having taken a single hit into her lungs, Renee was completely stoned. She stared unseeing at the ceiling, moaning softly with one hand tangled in Cindy's hair and the other pinching and slapping her own titties. Her legs moved aimlessly. She was lubricating freely, enough to have made a small puddle on the floor and to thoroughly wet Cindy's face. Her slit was open and her inner labia were swollen and flushed a dark, dark red. Her clitoris was fully erect and as I watched Cindy sucked it into her mouth. She bit down gently and Renee's moans peaked. "OooOOOoooOOO!" she cried and scissored her thighs tight around Cindy's head. I was entranced by the raw eroticism of the scene. Whether it was the pot or her love for Cindy or both, Renee had completely lost the self-possession and reserve that she carried through the world and had abandoned herself to the pleasure from cunnilingus, something she rarely let me do with her. My own heart was pounding and I realized my erection was hot in my hand as I squeezed it gently. I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at, uh, no, not at hand.

Meanwhile Lilah was being a dragon again. "Rawr!" she growled, blowing out smoke and imaginary flames at things only she could see. Mariela dropped to her knees and hugged Lilah, burying her face against the dragon's tattooed back. Lilah blew out the last of a lungful and then straightened to return the hug. "Don't be thcared," she lisped with saliva dripping from her chin. "He'th a cunt monthter but he'th a good monthter like me. Hop on and I'll take you to his monthter bed!" She dropped back to all fours and Mariela awkwardly climbed on for a short horsey, uh, dragon ride back to me.

Mariela made a little "eep" of uncertainty when I lifted her off Lilah's back and sat her on the bed next to me. She stared fearfully at my erection. I put an arm around her and redirected her attention to the two tweens locked in obscene embrace on the floor. "You see how she's licking her kitty?" Mariela looked puzzled, like she was wondering where the cat was. I gently pressed a finger into her slit, making her jump. "That's your kitty, and it can make you feel really good. I'm going to show you how, and then when you go home you can show your daddy. He wants to make you feel good but he doesn't know how." I was giving this asshole an enormous benefit of the doubt, chances were he didn't give a shit if the kid enjoyed being sexually assaulted but I bet he would still be thrilled if his four-year-old suddenly began cooperating and asking for her own sexual satisfaction.

I got off the bed to kneel in front of Mariela. I pushed her knees apart and lifted them, causing her to fall backwards. She lifted her head and looked at me anxiously as I brought my face to her tiny little vulva. Her eyes got huge as I blew on it gently, then I extended my tongue and gently pushed the tip into her slit. The breath whooshed out of her and then...she giggled. "Tickles!" She tried to wriggle back away from me but I held her in place with hands at her hips and continued to lick at her. She laughed and kicked her legs. She had hardly any flavor but as I nibbled and sucked at her pudgy little labia, a tiny bead emerged from inside and her laughs changed to soft sighs and coos of pleasure. When I lifted my face she actually pushed her pelvis up at me, trying to restore the contact. Instead I flopped down on the bed next to her and said, "Now let's pretend that you want to pee on me."

Mariela got the idea right away. "And then you...suck on me some more?" I nodded. She stood up on the mattress and planted a foot on either side of my head and then squatted down until her baby quim was sitting right on my mouth. I went back to work and she wriggled and giggled and sighed.

Of course she was far too young to orgasm and after a while it became too much. She made a little sound of discomfort and lifted herself off me, rolling over to sit next to my head. The first thing I saw was Lilah sitting cross-legged on the bed next to me. She was fingering herself rapidly in little spurts. Her middle finger was a blur, plunging in and out of her slit for a few seconds as her eyes squinted shut and her mouth dropped open and her whole body tensed. Then she stopped, leaving her finger embedded and let the tension slowly flow out of her, then started again. When Mariela sat down between us Lilah stopped and looked at her. "Now I'll thow you how to make a penith friendly." Lilah reached out and grabbed my erection, pointing it straight up in the air. "Firtht, you pet it like a little kitten," she said as she patted my cockhead gently with her other hand. "Now you try."

Mariela looked uncertain. She looked back and forth between Lilah and my cock. Lilah had to prompt her a couple more times, but eventually she reached out tentatively and touched me. First with just her fingertip, but then she used her palm like Lilah was doing. It felt ok, but the fact that I was being fondled by a four-year-old made it special. Then Lilah took her hand and wrapped it around my shaft and showed the toddler how to move the skin up and down to jack me off. At first Mariela leaned back as much as she could as if she were afraid my cock was going to detonate. But when nothing bad happened she relaxed and got closer, examining the second penis she had seen in her short life, and the first not in traumatic circumstances. Before long she was masturbating me awkwardly but effectively and that detonation was beginning to seem likely.

"Now," Lilah said, "Give it a little kiss," and she demonstrated, puckering her lips and placing her mouth carefully so neither set of her tusks made contact. Again Mariela hesitated, but again after prompting she leaned forward and planted a series of feather-light kisses all around my cockhead. I couldn't help it, I groaned involuntarily. Mariela started and scooted backwards, looking suddenly fearful.

"Here's the important part," Lilah said to Mariela. "You have to tell your daddy to do it the way you want to. You get him to lie down like this and he can't hurt you like I saw him doing. Let'th try it." She turned to me. "Stand up." And so I did, my penis pointing at the two children and bouncing slightly with my pulse. Lilah turned back to Mariela. "Now you thay, 'Daddy, lie down so I can make you feel good.'"

Mariela dutifully repeated Lilah's words. Lilah said, "But if he doesn't lie down right away you can tell him, 'Daddy, I want to thuck your cock but you have to lie down.' Try it."

Mariela said it and boy, hearing a toddler offering fellatio, what with all the pot and three other preteens all exposed to my greedy view, it almost put me over the edge. Gritting my teeth against the growing urge, I lay down. "Now," Lilah said, "You lick it and thuck it like a Popthicle." Apparently Mariela understood popsicles. She opened her mouth wide, showing rows of even baby teeth, and sort of plopped her mouth down. She was too small to even fit the entire cockhead in her mouth and her teeth kind of scraped a little, but she closed her little lips and sucked hard. Her dark curls fell around her face and tickled my thighs as the suction went up and down the tip. I groaned again and whispered "Oh shit". Lilah patted the toddler's bare back. "That means you're doing it right. Your daddy will like it and then he'll be nice to you." I reached out and flipped Mariela's hair over her neck so I could see her little face. Her eyes were crossed and her expression was concentrated. She straightened up and jacked me for a moment, then closed her lips around the tip again. She did that several times as the pressure behind my nuts built and built until I couldn't hold back any longer.

I had just enough self control not to shoot my wad into Mariela's mouth. She pulled her mouth off me with a little smack of her lips and the next instant I ejaculated a long stream that painted her from her nose up her forehead and into her black curls. She squeaked and pulled back so my next shot went under her chin and dripped down her neck. Then I rolled to the side so I could paint her chest and belly with the next shots. Puffing and blowing, I milked out the last to drip onto her tiny vulva.

Mariela looked down at the white semen cooling on her brown skin. She tentatively dipped her fingers into the blobs running down her belly. "Tathte it," Lilah urged her, and lifted the toddler's hand to her mouth. Mariela sucked a finger clean and made a little face. At the sight of the four-year-old eating my jizz, even though I had just cum I felt an almost painful return of desire.

Lilah put her arm around Mariela and bent to put their heads together. Her wild, fine gray hair merged with Mariela's dark curls to hide their faces but I heard her murmuring to the younger girl as she rubbed her body, spreading my cum to an even sheen all over her torso. "That wath fun, wathn't it?" Lilah lisped out. A few drops of saliva dropped onto her thighs from behind the curtain of hair. Mariela's curls bounced a little as she nodded. "Can you do that with your daddy next time?" Lilah asked. Again a nod, and when Lilah straightened and brushed back Mariela's hair I could see the toddler was smiling. Lilah looked out the window at the night. "The rain thtopped. Time to take you home." She took Mariela's hand and headed for the stairs. Mariela just had time to wave bye-bye at me before she disappeared into the hall and I heard the girls' bare feet on the stairs.

It was only after the security door closed that I realized Mariela's nightie was still on the bed next to me. She was outside stark naked just like her protector. I wondered briefly what her daddy would make of it when he found her in the morning unclothed with dried cum all over her, or if he'd even notice once she demanded he lick her "kitty".

I shrugged and clicked on the camera feed from downstairs. Karen was in the midst of a gangbang - it was the basketball team from that skeevy Baptist college. She was on her hands and knees on the bed. Three fine upstanding Christian young men were trying with some success to shove their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Another one was assfucking her hard enough to make the bedframe shake. Streaks of cum painted her back and were drying in her hair. I sighed and settled back, fondling my tired penis, awaiting the end of my refractory period so I could join Cindy and Renee on the floor.