Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 34

The next couple of days camping were a little odd. Renee was somber and quiet, very much in her head, but not hostile. We went hiking. We rented a canoe and paddled around the lake. I'd brought a Thai pad and Renee practiced her kicks and hand strikes each evening until she was sweaty and exhausted.

She would take my hand when we were hiking, and she let me suck her cock when we showered together before bed but she rebuffed any further attempts at intimacy. When we went to bed she put on her pjs and would spoon me but she made clear that any wandering hands were completely unwelcome. She would ignore me and masturbate to gay porn on my burner phone before falling asleep.

Wednesday morning dawned gray and misty, an almost-drizzle that nevertheless got everything outside uncomfortably wet. We ate cold cereal in the tent. Renee let me brush out her hair until it shone in long, thick brown waves. She dressed in last year's tshirt from her elementary school that bared a strip of belly and clung tightly to her new breasts. I found it unbearably sexy and under other circumstances would have spent a very enjoyable time peeling her out of it. Before she dressed further, I put out my hand. "Um...you should take your penis off. It'll just be in the way." Her hand clutched protectively at the shaft sticking up out of her flowered panties, but she didn't argue. Slowly she pushed the panties down her sturdy thighs and stepped out of them, then pulled down the elastic straps that held the latex strapon against her crotch. Her pussy looked pale and vulnerable and I noticed for the first time that her mons was now decorated by a few fine, black hairs. She held the molded penis in her hands and looked down. Her cheeks got a little pink. She mumbled something. "What was that, sweetie?"

Still looking at the ground, now blushing furiously, Renee half whispered, "I want to take it with me."

"Okay, you can. Here." I took off my fanny pack, emptied it, and handed it to her. Handling the fake cock like it was a tiny kitten, she gently put it in the pack and zipped it closed. I took it from her so she could finish dressing. She pulled her panties back up, then put on her favorite jeans. She sat to pull on cotton socks and her hiking boots, then picked up a denim jacket, once purple, now faded to something close to lavender and shrugged into it. Meanwhile I had shortened the belt on the fanny pack and when she stood I clipped it around her waist.

We were ready to go with more than half an hour to spare. I read while Renee just sat cross-legged on the floor of the tent with her back to me doing mindfulness exercises. When we got in the truck her face was tight. She swallowed repeatedly and kept clenching and unclenching her fists, and wiping her palms on the thighs of her jeans. I put a hand on her shoulder and she visibly jumped.

"Try to relax, kiddo," I said. "Everything will be fine." She gave the slightest, quick nod but said nothing.

The drive was about 45 minutes, through the neighboring city and then out to its suburbs. I parked the car in front of a small 1950s-era bungalow. It didn't look like any kind of medical office and Renee looked a question at me. "We're just going to meet 'Aunt Jane' here. She'll take us to the clinic." Renee hopped out of the truck and I let her precede me up the walk. She took a deep breath before climbing three steps to the porch. She opened the screen door and knocked.

The door was opened immediately by a very tall, thin woman in her fifties. She had a cloud of wiry black hair with streaks of gray at the temples, penetrating blue eyes and a nose that had obviously been broken at least once. She wore a flannel shirt and scarlet overalls that were too short for her long legs, revealing stripey socks and worn tennis shoes.

Renee looked up at her. "Aunt Jane?" she said hesitantly. "I'm Renee."

The woman smiled and it transformed her face, showing a network of smile lines around eyes and mouth that could only come from decades of right living. "Well, hello dear," she said in a warm contralto voice. "You sounded much older on the phone." She stepped back. "Please come in." Her gaze moved to me and the smile dimmed but didn't disappear. "Why aren't I surprised?"

"Marisol. Good to see you, too."

She sniffed ever so slightly. "Come on through to the kitchen, Renee, and we'll sit and have a chat." We followed her into a cheery kitchen where she sat us down and got tea and cookies served, then sat down and looked at me. "First things first."

"Of course," I said, and handed her an envelope. She opened it and counted. "This is more than we need."

"I know," I said. "Consider the extra a donation."

"Hmph." She turned to Renee, who was looking between us anxiously, and gave her a very grandmotherly smile. "So, my dear, tell me: did this motherfucker impregnate you?"

Renee choked on her tea. I reached over and pounded her lightly on the back. When her coughing stopped she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "No ma'am."

"Hmph," Marisol said again. "Bet it's not through lack of trying. So what did happen, dear?"

Renee looked down at her lap. "Marisol's a doctor, Renee. You can tell her. I'll go sit in the truck if you want me to." Still looking down, Renee shook her head. Then she raised her head, set her chin, and looked me straight in the eye.

"I fucked twelve high school boys after school at Kissy Rock."

I didn't need Marisol's warning look to bite down on several pointed questions. When she turned back to Renee she was all grandmotherly again. "That's nice, dear. Is that something you do a lot?"

Renee looked like she'd put her shoulder to a supposedly locked door that just swung open. "Um...no. I...I don't really know why I did it the one time. I was just..."

"Just what, dear?"

"Just...so fucking tired!" she burst out and then her eyes filled and overflowed. "I'm always the one that has to be on guard, and make sure Karen's safe, and not let any of the boys get out of line, and I can't ever relax and I'm sick of it! It's too hard! I DON'T WANT TO DO IT ANYMORE!" Renee dropped her face into her hands and her shoulders heaved.

Marisol let Renee cry for a minute. Then she cut her eyes at me. "You should go wait in your truck. Renee and I are going to chat some more, and then we'll come out and you can drive us to the clinic. Oh - give me your phone. It's staying here."

Well, that was me told. I did as instructed. After half an hour or so, the door opened and Renee came out, looking tense but composed. Marisol was right behind her. She closed and locked the door and then took Renee's hand and they walked down to the truck. Renee opened the passenger door, stepped up and scooted into the center and Marisol got in with her. Without comment, Marisol started giving me directions. We drove back towards town and ended up in a rather run-down area, mostly small warehouses and wholesaler-type businesses. Marisol directed me around the back of a long building which looked like it had been a service center for semi trucks - it was a long row of oversized garage doors, all closed. As we bumped down some very poorly maintained and potholed asphalt Marisol fished a remote out of her pocket and the door on the end rolled upwards. I drove in and with another button push, the door rumbled closed.

We were in a large, bare, high-ceilinged room, lit by flickering fluorescents. Walls and floor were concrete, the roof was corrugated metal. The floor was covered with old oil stains. There was a single door in the wall that would take us through to, one supposed, another bay identical to this one. Marisol produced a key, unlocked the door, and ushered us through. We stepped, not into another bare disused space, but what could have been the waiting room of any upscale medical practice. The walls were painted a calming pale yellow and hung with prints of pastoral scenes. There was a drop ceiling of acoustic tile and I heard a white noise generator just at the edge of audibility. The carpet was thick and a pale blue-grey. Comfortable chairs were arranged in islands around small round tables, and there was a children's corner with puzzles and games. A receptionist sat behind a frosted glass window slid open halfway, and behind her we could see a short corridor leading to several exam rooms.

Renee was looking around with interest, unconsciously staying very close by Marisol's side. Marisol spoke to me. "We've gone semi-underground; it's the best way to keep the crazies off us. Our old building is downtown but we no longer see patients there; it's mostly just a decoy. Volunteers dress as clinic escorts and walk other volunteers in and out of the building a few hours every week but inside it's just a shell. We get a bomb threat about every month or so, or some dingleberry drives by and shoots up the entrance." She put both hands on Renee's shoulders and guided her over to the receptionist's window. "This is Renee," she said to the young woman sitting there who smiled at Renee and said, "You can come right on in, the doctor will see you." Marisol grinned and said, "That's me!"

Renee turned and looked up at me and she suddenly looked very young and more than a little scared. "It's okay," I said with as much reassurance in my voice as I could. "Do you want me to come in with you? It's allowed."

For a moment I thought she would ask me to stay with her, but Renee squared her shoulders and put her chin out and said "No, I can do it on my own." My heart swelled. I was so incredibly proud of her.

"Hey, c'mere," I said and I gathered her into a hug. She stiffened at first but then pressed her face into my chest and hugged me back fiercely. I kissed the top of her head. "You'll be fine." I told her. "I'll be right here." She held on for for a moment longer then dropped her arms and turned and without looking back went through the door, Marisol right behind her.

It was a long two hours, especially since without my phone I didn't have any reading material besides a scattering of Home & Garden and Highlights magazines and a rack of pamphlets on sexual health and various methods of birth control. Highlights was by far the most interesting. And on the plus side, the lack of a phone did keep me from doomscrolling. No other patients arrived.

I looked up from Highlights - that Goofus, what a loser! - at the sound of Renee's voice, querulously demanding to go NOW, followed by Marisol trying to placate her. But then the door opened and Renee stumbled through and would have fallen on her face if Marisol hadn't caught her. Marisol guided Renee to a chair, then turned to me with an expression of amused exasperation. "Is she always this willful?" she asked, even as Renee continued to insist that she was fine and ready to leave.

"Oh my god you don't know - this is nothing," I replied. "But if she's ready to go and it's safe, we should go. She'll just keep complaining until we do."

Marisol sighed. "I haven't given her the aftercare instructions yet - she's too woozy to take it in. How about if I tell you and if she gets embarrassed that you know she might have some cramps and vaginal bleeding, it'll serve her right?"

"Works for me," I said. We each took an arm and lifted Renee out of the chair and walked her between us out into the service bay and got her into the truck and belted into the center seat. Marisol hit the remote to open the door and I backed out. Renee was snoring before we left the parking lot. She was still out, drooling onto Marisol's shoulder, when I pulled up in front of Marisol's house. "Should I be worried?" I asked, as Marisol gently moved Renee so she would drool on my shoulder instead.

"No, some people are more sensitive to the painkillers. Just keep an eye on her and she'll wake naturally. I'll tell you what I told her. She's too young to go on hormonal birth control, and I'm not going to insert an IUD until she's had a chance to talk it over with her parents. If she decides to do that there's probably an OB-GYN that'll do it locally. In the meantime, if she has vaginal intercourse she has to insist her partner wear a condom - which she should be doing anyway unless she knows her partner is completely healthy." She raised an eyebrow. "Got it?"

"Got it," I said. Geez, you'd think I was the one who knocked her up.

"This kid puts way too much pressure on herself," Marisol said. "She's too young to be guarding the whole world."

I thought about Renee taking a baseball bat to the D'Amico brother. Karen, on her return from her mission to rescue Rachel, had called all of her clients who liked it rough to let them know that certain things were no longer on the menu. "I think one major source of pressure is gone."

"See if you can get her to stop doing these blowjob parties she told me about. They seem to take a big psychic toll on her. Or at least, get to stop bringing her girlfriend along. You can point out that when she's in a hypervigilant state on the alert for danger, she's really not capable of enjoying herself in the moment."

Blowjob parties? I knew Renee liked to trade oral for anal with older boys but I didn't realize it had turned into a whole big thing. And getting Cindy involved too? I'd have to have a talk with her. See if I could join in.

Marisol handed me the paper bag she'd been carrying. "Here's the aftercare instructions and there's some pads in there as well, in case she bleeds. She hasn't had a period yet so she won't have anything to compare to, but you know what a heavy flow looks like?"

I nodded. "How it tastes, too."

Marisol rolled her eyes. "If the bleeding is more than a heavy period, call me and bring her back here." And with another "Hmph," she got out of the truck. She looked back as I got out too and followed her up the walk. "Oh yes," she said. We went in to the house together and she gave me back my burner phone. I think she said one more "Hmph" to my retreating back as I trotted back to the truck.

Renee was still snoring when I pulled back into the campsite. The drizzle-mist had stopped but it was still cloudy and cool. I carried her back into the tent and set her down on her sleeping bag, lifting her head to put a pillow under it. I unhooked my fanny pack and slid it off her slender waist. I removed her hiking boots and socks. Then I thought, well, I ought to know if she starts bleeding. I unsnapped her jeans and with some difficulty - they were pretty snug - worked them down her muscular legs and off. I stroked her skin. The fine hairs on her calves were starting to darken - she'd be shaving them soon if she chose, I thought.

Then I thought, well, if she starts bleeding, she wouldn't want those nice panties ruined. And they were much less trouble to remove than the jeans. And I thought I should look for any signs of bleeding. I looked very carefully. Her vulva was beautiful, smooth and pink under her olive skin tone. In addition to the dozen or so fine black hairs that now adorned her mons, she was starting to show some other signs of maturing. Her inner lips, formerly mostly just little wings emerging from her clitoral hood, had lengthened and now fully encompassed her opening. And the bud of her clitoris was perhaps a little more prominent.

I saw no signs of blood but I worried that my visual inspection was insufficient. Taste, I reasoned, could be far more sensitive to subtle changes. Better safe than sorry, so I carefully moved Renee's legs apart and bent between them. I inhaled her delicate scent, closing my eyes to fully appreciate it, then I extended my tongue and dipped it between her labia majora. I peeled the smooth pillows carefully apart with my fingers and pressed my lips to the opening. I sucked and inhaled gently. Hmm, no taste of blood. Better be sure though.

I was being very sure, when I realized that when Renee woke up she might feel a little foolish being naked from the waist down but otherwise fully dressed. So I ceased my very careful and responsible check for bleeding and straightened up. Renee showed no signs of waking. I carefully helped her out of her jacket, not easy with someone who's out cold. Then I worried that she might find the tshirt confining, tight as it was. She murmured and snorted as I pulled it over over her head, and brushed her hair away from her face with one hand, but then turned her face into the pillow and resumed her soft, regular snoring. I sat back and regarded her beautiful naked body. Her legs were akimbo from my previous diligent checks, displaying her no longer completely-hairless charms to such good advantage that I had to snap a few pics with the burner phone - I'd email them to myself before discarding it and share them with Cindy. The lower ridge of her ribcage appeared as she breathed in and out and her belly with its well-defined abs rose and fell. Her thick brown hair was a cloud spread over the pillow. Delicate lashes fluttered as her eyes moved behind her closed lids. Her breasts were firm peaks on her chest, more than half covered by pink areolae and topped by large nipples. They were so pretty I had to give each one a little kiss. Then a bigger kiss. Then a suck. Then a little nibble.

I was considering the necessity of some further checks for bleeding when Renee rolled away from me onto her side. One arm groped blindly and pulled in Mister Bear to her chest. She sighed in her sleep. I sighed too at the sight of her firm, round buttocks. Her pinkish-brown crinkle winked open slightly as she shifted and pulled up one knee. Since that rendered further checking unfeasible, I settled down onto my own pallet and just watched Renee sleep.

It wasn't long before I felt I had to actively watch the child sleep, so I actively opened my pants and, not wanting the experience of active watching to end too quickly, before long was edging myself as I admired the unmarred skin covering the smooth muscles of her shoulders and back, the knobs of her spine, the two deep dimples right where the curve of her buttocks began, the naughty little pucker of her asshole and the bottom of her slit just visible where her muscular thighs came together, the delicate, lickable backs of her knees and the very beginning of womanly curves to her calves, and the the pale, vulnerable soles of her feet. After awhile she rolled over onto her back again, still holding Mister Bear against her but now I could watch her face, relaxed in sleep, the tension and worry of the last few days smoothed away. Her lips were full and red and her tongue slipped out to wet them. Her breasts were so beautiful, not even a full handful, more like a palmful, the mounds rounded and more than half-covered by the darker pink of the areolae. Her nipples were about the size of the tip of my little finger and half-erected in the cool of the tent. Watching them rise and fall with her breath was mesmerizing.

It was unfortunate that Renee's lovely titties took the brunt of my miscalculation. After edging myself for nearly an hour, without warning I felt the moment of orgasmic inevitability overtake me and at the same moment Renee rolled towards me onto her side. Had she not done so she'd have remained safely out of range but as it was, with a loud grunt I ejaculated across the space between us and deposited a heavy load of hot, white cum onto those delectable mounds. Her breath hitched as the first blobs splashed onto her, covering one breast almost entirely and starting to run down onto the other. She opened her eyes as the next shot described a lower arc and caught the other nipple. She lifted a hand and wiped it across one breast, looking down at the goo on her palm as she slowly focused on where she was and what she was looking at. As the remains of my ejaculation pattered on to the nylon floor of the tent between us she scowled but there was some humor in it. "You are such a gross perv," she said with no particular heat. But then before I could ask how she was feeling she put her hand to her stomach, wiping goo into her navel, drew her legs up and said "Owwwww," softly.

"Cramps?" I asked her.

"Uh huh," she said. Her face remained impassive but her watering eyes told me they must've been pretty bad.

"Hold tight." I tucked myself away and crawled out of the tent and got the first aid kit out of the truck. I crawled back in to drop two ibuprofen in Renee's hand - the one without cum all over it - and handed her a small bottle of water. Then I backed out and went back to the truck to fetch a 2-liter bottle, emptied it into a pan and lit the camp stove. In a few minutes I was back in the tent, this time carrying a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel. "Would you like to come sit outside? It's turned into a pretty nice day."

"Sure," she said, making a face, "Except somebody seems to have removed my clothes. And then got me all sticky. Can't imagine how that happened."

Renee looked disdainful but not hostile and I felt a tightness in my stomach uncoil. Maybe I really was a bad person, but if so I was a bad person she still liked ok. I put on my best abashed face as I handed her a couple wet wipes. She used them to wipe my semen off her belly and breasts, finally cleaning her hand, before wadding them up and tossing them at my face. She sat up and looked around, picking up her panties from her piled clothing. "Hang on a second," I stopped her as she was just putting her feet through them. I opened my fanny pack and took out her penis. I crouched at her bare feet and threaded them through the elastic. Then I held the elastic between my fingers and placed my hands at her ankles ran my hands up her calves over her warm skin, past her knees and up to her thighs as I gently pulled her penis up towards its home. This brought my face very close to Renee's and I felt a strong desire to kiss her, but refrained. Instead, I let her take the elastic from me and raise her butt to pull the appliance the rest of the way into place and it settled into position with the triangular harness covering her beautiful little pussy. I bent quickly and captured the bobbing latex cylinder between my lips. I made eye contact with the eleven-year-old and then plunged down until I felt the rubber cockhead tickling my soft palate. I wrapped a fist around it and pulled off with a soft slurp. "Nice cock, little girl," I said. Again Renee's face was impassive but there was a familiar light in her eyes, and that tension in my stomach uncoiled a little further.

Renee pulled her panties on, adjusting her penis so it poked out the leghole alongside her left thigh, then pulled on her jeans. She rolled on to her knees to do them up and shrugged into her denim jacket, leaving it unbuttoned to expose a wide strip of skin between her breasts down to her bellybutton. Then, still barefoot, she took the hot water bottle and followed me out of the tent.

The mist had cleared away and the cloud cover was higher and broken, treating us to intermittent sunlight that warmed gently, though the air remained comfortably cool. We sat in camp chairs around the cold fire pit, Renee holding the hot water bottle against her belly. Her jacket fell open, exposing one perfect breast, nipple stiffened in the cool air. Renee made no move to cover herself, just smirked at me when she saw where my attention was drawn.

I cleared my throat. "Would you like me to read to you, and you can just rest?"

"Okay."

Renee listened with her eyes closed. She drew her knees up with her heels on the seat. An occasional clenching of her jaw or squint of her eyes showed the cramps. After a while she got up and went into the tent, emerging with her hiking boots which she put her bare feet into unlaced, and headed off to the toilet block. And then came hotfooting back. I knew what was up before she leaned over me and said in a soft, worried voice, "I'm bleeding. From, you know, my cunt."

I put my hand on Renee's hip. "It's ok. If you hadn't been in such a hurry to leave the clinic, they'd have told you what to expect and this is a possible side effect. They gave me some pads for you. I guess I have to show you how to put them on. C'mon," I said, gesturing back into the tent. Inside, I had her give me a clean pair of her panties and I showed her how to use the wings on the pad to attach it. "You should probably take off your penis for now, I'm sorry," I told her. "Go ahead and change."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said saucily, putting hands on her hips and tilting her head at me. "Perv."

"Fine. I just want to make sure you're not bleeding more than would be normal. Just bring me your dirty panties then," I huffed, and crawled back out of the tent and sat down in my camp chair.

Having to bring her panties outside to show me - they were bloody but not soaked or anything - annoyed Renee as much if not more than having me watch her change would have, so I guess I won that round.

The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. I made some BBQ chicken but Renee was still cramping and didn't feel like eating. I had my supper and brewed a large thermos of sweet green tea for her to sip on through the evening. Then I renewed her hot water bottle and we made an early night of it.

The next morning it was raining again. Renee was still crampy and spotting a little. She was tired and cranky and wanted to get home and though I would've preferred she be fully recovered, I wanted to get out of the weather too. We broke camp and headed back.

Fortunately, luck was with us. Shortly after we got on the road the rain tailed off and as we came over the mountains the sun broke through the clouds and everything looked sparkly and new. There were no unscheduled stops near the state line. We rode mostly in silence but it was a comfortable silence, almost like the old days. We stopped for a late breakfast and I was glad to see Renee's appetite was back.

It was midafternoon when we pulled up in front of her house. Jenny came out and stood on the front porch as we climbed out of the car, Cindy right behind her. When Renee saw her mother on the porch she broke into a run, leapt up the three steps and cannoned into her. Jenny wrapped her arms around her and as I came up behind I realized Renee was sobbing. "Mommy," she said and buried her tearful face between her mother's ample breasts. Jenny cradled Renee's head in her hand and softly kissed her hair. She raised her eyes and looked a question at me. I shrugged slightly and held out the bag with the pads and the aftercare instructions.

"C'mon, Cindy," I said, "Let's go home." Cindy obviously was upset by Renee's outburst. "You'll see Renee later. She needs some family time right now." I took my little girlfriend's hand, then draped an arm around her and guided her towards the truck. She looked back anxiously over her shoulder.

"Is...is she ok?" Cindy asked hesitantly once we had climbed into the cab.

"She will be," I said. "But you'll be able to ask her yourself soon. She'll probably be in school tomorrow."

I was feeling emotionally and physically depleted. Looking at her in the passenger seat I realized how much I had been missing Cindy. She was wearing a denim jumper over a pink long-sleeved ribbed cotton top and clogs. She was already outgrowing the jumper. Sitting, the hem was above her knees and I found my eyes drawn to her bare legs, the light brown skin so smooth and soft-looking. She had a little mole just on the inside of her right kneecap.

I looked up and met her pale gray eyes. "What?" she said, puzzled by my intensity.

I put a hand on her shoulder, leaned down and gently kissed her on the forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips and inhaling the clean scent of her hair. "I missed you, is all." Her eyes were very wide, her face open and vulnerable. "Belt in," I told her as I started the engine.

Cindy held my hand all the way up the stairs to the bedrooms. I started to turn into mine, but then stopped in the doorway. Lilah was on the bed, in much the same position she had been when I had last seen her, her scarred thighs spread, knees flat on the duvet, soles of her feet pressed together. She was surrounded by empty wrappers and bags of snack foods. Her tattooed chest was shiny with her drool and moist crumbs of potato chips, pretzels, half-chewed bits of jerky, and who knows what else adhered to the wet skin. The scar on the back of her left hand stood out like a livid little caterpillar as she plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy. The wet, slapping sounds of her violent penetration matched the bubbling sounds of her mouth-breathing as more saliva spilled out of her mouth and ran down the four chrome tusks that distorted her lips and kept them from closing. She had run a chopstick through the middle pair of grommets fixed into her vulva and as the fingers of her left hand plunged in and out of her immature vagina, with her right she was tugging on the chopstick, distorting her labia majora and stretching them away from her crotch. She was making little grunting moans as she masturbated. Her blank blue eyes stared avidly at the television on which a blonde woman with small but sagging breasts had her head thrown back as five penises surrounding her spattered semen onto her already thickly-coated face. As the blonde laughed and tried to catch the spurts of cum in her mouth, Lilah threw her head back. All her facial piercings glinted in the sun coming through the window. Her mouth opened wide, showing the empty gums between her tusks, and her legs trembled as urine arced out of her slit. Some of the stream was deflected by the chopstick and sprayed back on her heavily tattooed skin, but most of it wet her feet and the bedspread which I now noticed was already soaked.

I sighed heavily. I hoped the mattress could be saved but I just didn't have the energy to deal with it now. "Can I lie down in your bed for awhile?" I asked Cindy. In response she just took my hand again and led me into her bedroom.

I sat down on Cindy's single bed, my eyes roving around the room which unquestionably looked like a tween girl's. We had painted it two walls a nice lilac color and "Cindy" was stencilled in the same color over the head of her bed. There were pictures clipped from magazines of boy and girl bands on the wall over her desk. On her nightstand were small framed pictures. There was one of the two of us taken at a studio - Cindy was sitting sideways in my lap. We were looking at each other, smiling, dressed in nice outfits. There was another of Renee mock-scowling and flipping off the camera. Her shoulders were bare and, while not revealing, the swell of the tops of her small, perky breasts was just visible and one might speculate about what, if anything, the little girl was wearing.

As I unzipped my jacket and shrugged out of it, Cindy surprised me by kneeling on the floor before me and unlacing my hiking boots. She looked up at me, smiling, and then with some difficulty pulled them off. She stood and stepped between my open knees. She ran her hands up along my tshirt until they rested on my shoulders. Then she leaned in and raised her face for a kiss.

I was tired, but not too tired for this. I bent until my lips just touched hers. Her hands came up to my head and pulled me toward her. Cindy's lips parted and her small tongue darted out, licking at my lips until I opened and let it slip inside. I put an arm around her shoulder and a hand in the center of her back. She was so small and she felt so fragile but I knew there was a toughness and a resilience there. She had survived being thrown out of the only home she had ever known, survived the streets, survived seeing her brother murdered. And now she was living her truth. I'd done everything I could to shelter her from the bigotry and hatred that had taken her brother but I couldn't keep her in a bubble.

As we kissed she ran her hands across my tshirt. I felt her chuckle into my mouth as she felt my nipples stiffening through the thin jersey material. Her hands slid down to my waistband and then I gasped as I felt her fingers lightly grip my penis through my jeans. I stiffened immediately as she massaged me, pressing her thumb into the denim to run up and down my shaft. My hand traveled up to the nape of her neck to find the zipper pull on her jumper and it slid slowly down to the base of her spine. My fingers went beneath the hem of her top and played along the warm, smooth skin of her back.

Cindy broke our kiss. I opened my eyes and met her pale gray gaze. Her face was a little flushed, pink beneath the light cafe au lait of her skin. She straightened and with a shimmy that proved she was all girl, her jumper slipped off her shoulders and puddled around her feet. I used both hands to lift the hem of her top and she lifted her arms to let me pull it up and off. She stood before me in nothing more than her clogs and panties. Her lips parted and gooseflesh rippled across her skin as I ran my fingertips down her sides, over the soft corrugations of her ribs. Her little penis made a cute bulge in her panties and she gasped as I traced its length with thumb and forefinger and then cupped her tight scrotum.

I flicked my thumbs over the pink bumps of her nipples. "Oh, I missed these," I whispered, and leaned forward, bending to suck one into my mouth. Her gasp became a soft whine as I sucked harder and then bit down, first gently and then not so gently, squeezing the little nub between my teeth.

"Oh Mister," she sighed, then "Oh, oh, oh!" as I bit and pulled the tender flesh away from her flat chest. She continued to moan and cry softly as I transferred my attention to the other nipple, then back and forth until both nubs were bright red and puffy from my loving abuse.

When at last I straightened, Cindy's breath was ragged and the sexual flush had spread from her face down her neck and to her upper chest, now shiny with my saliva. Her eyes were muzzy, her long pale eyelashes half-covering as her lids drooped. I pulled her into another kiss, this one heavy with desire, my tongue probing deep into her mouth. She put her hands on my cheeks, broke the kiss and, with a mischievous smile, dropped to her knees before me.

The little girl had a ways to go before she was as smooth as the women in the videos that Lilah watched. She got my belt open but I had to help her with the button of my jeans. But then my zipper was sliding down and her fingers dipped into the open fly of my boxers. It was my turn to gasp as I felt Cindy's cool fingertips playing up and down my shaft. Then she wrapped one hand around the shaft and pulled it out. Her eyes never left mine as she opened her mouth and plunged her lips down to meet her fist.

"Oh, god, Cindy," I moaned as I felt her tongue slipping around the rim of my cockhead. I recognized Renee's technique but there was no time to think about that as the heat and moisture of the ten-year-old's mouth set my nerves alight. Pleasure lapped at me like a gentle tide as Cindy slurped and sucked. Saliva began to run down my shaft. Cindy alternated plunging tight lips up and down, up and down, with pulling off and just twirling her tongue around my cockhead, then lipping down one side of the shaft and up the other. Meanwhile she kept one fist wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, squeezing me gently and rhythmically while her other hand cradled my sack, rolling my balls back and forth, occasionally stroking at the soft hairs that covered my scrotum. "Oh, I love you so much," I told her and she smiled around a mouthful of adult cock. "You've become such a good cocksucker, it makes me so happy to see you changing and learning and becoming yourself." A small part of my brain - the bit not currently blanked and flamed out with the pleasure of being fellated by a ten-year-old - was laughing at me and telling me I'd never get a Good Housekeeping seal of approval for my child-rearing technique.

For a few minutes I was content to simply sit, eyes closed, with Cindy kneeling between my thighs and enjoy the feeling of being ravished by her small mouth, her lips, her tongue, her palms and fingers. The sounds of her slurping and sucking and air burping out around her lips added to my enjoyment. I stroked her hair gently as she continued her oral ministrations, until I was panting from the sheer unalloyed pleasure radiating from my cock. I curled my fingers into her hair and tilted her head back. Her lips came off my cockhead with a pop. I looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and bee-stung, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining. "Are you ready for your turn, little girl?" I growled. Her eyes opened wide at my tone, and she nodded. "All right then!"

I lifted Cindy under her armpits and turned to throw her onto her back on the bedspread. I had lifted her straight out of her clogs - they remained on the carpet between my feet. She landed with arms akimbo and her legs open. I grabbed the waistband of her panties and she gasped as I literally tore them off her slender form. I tossed the scrap of cloth onto the floor. I hopped up onto the bed, looming over the ten-year-old. She looked up at me anxiously. Her little penis was hard as a nail, pointing right at her belly button. I grabbed her ankles and bent her double, pressing her feet into the pillow over her head and exposing the pinkish-brown crinkle of her butthole. My penis was still slick with her saliva so I didn't bother with the bottle of baby oil on her nightstand, I just socketed my glans against her crinkle and pushed.

The past weeks of partnering with both me and with Renee had taught Cindy how to relax and let her sphincter dilate and she did that now. My cockhead popped inside and I felt the muscle ring tighten around the collar. Cindy threw her head back and groaned as I continued to push and, inch by inch, my cock slid into the child's rectum until she cried out when I hit bottom. I grasped the little girl around her waist - my thumbs and my fingertips nearly meeting front and back - and immediately started pounding her little ass as hard as I could.

"Oh gosh, oh no, oh yes, oh, oh, OH!" Cindy gasped and moaned as I vigorously sodomized her. She groaned and squeaked and cried out. The sounds of our joining added to the delicious symphony of lust as my cock plunged wetly in and out, in and out of the ten-year-old's ass.

Nor was I quiet. "Oh, god, Cindy, I love fucking you. You're my beautiful baby, my fuck toy, my little girl, my..."

I was cut off by applause coming from the open door of Cindy's bedroom. "Yay, good fucking!" Lilah capered into the room and to bedside, hopping up and down with excitement, making the chain connecting her pierced nipple and bellybutton jingle merrily. She shook her head, making her tangled gray locks, now shoulder-length, bounce and fly around. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," she chanted in time with jumping from foot to foot and then, without warning, she seized the root of Cindy's penis between thumb and forefinger and pulled it up to the vertical and dropped her head, engulfing the smooth, hairless tool in her mouth.

"AIE!" Cindy cried out as Lilah clamped down on her erection with her toothless gums. Her chromed tusks rang against each other as she chewed lustily. I put one hand on the back of Lilah's neck and bounced her face up and down against Cindy's crotch in time with my penetration of her backdoor. "OH, AH, AH, AIE, AIEE, OHHH NOOO!" Cindy emptied her lungs as a dry orgasm erupted from her spike. Her cries become moans, moans became whines as the climax crested and then drained away, leaving her super-sensitive and desperately overstimulated by Lilah's continued fellatio.

I didn't stop fucking her either. If anything, I redoubled my efforts until her head was banging against the padded headboard and the whole bed was shaking. Before long Cindy's voice rose again as pleasure rose and then a second climax swept over her. After the third orgasm, tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes, her long light brown hair was sweat-soaked at the roots and she was tossing her head back and forth. "No more," she whimpered. "Please, no more, I can't take it. Please, Mister, please..."

I reared back. My cock slid out of Cindy's asshole with the slick sound of friction on wet skin and an audible smack, leaving her asshole dilated and leaking juice. At the same time I grabbed a fistful of Lilah's hair and yanked her upright. She opened her mouth to yell and I plugged it. Her protest was cut off with a wet "Guk!" as my cockhead filled her mouth and I jammed it further, into her throat.

As Cindy lay panting on her bed, utterly spent, I rose up on my knees and half turned. I grabbed Lilah's ears, fitting a finger into the gauges and gave her, yet again, the human Fleshlight treatment, forcing my cock into her mouth and throat as far as it would go, holding her thus speared and fighting for breath until her face started to turn purple, then pulling her back just long enough to get a quick hit of air into her lungs. Her tusks rang together. In the overhead light I could see the black of her pupils swimming in the solid blue stain that matched her irises as I tugged her back and forth. Her struggles became weaker and uncoordinated as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Just as her legs gave out I yanked her head back all the way until my penis popped free and with a groan I ejaculated all over her tattooed and pierced face. I grabbed my cock and aimed it at Cindy's prostrate form and painted her, too. She jerked as hot com sprayed onto her belly and her swollen little nipples.

I grunted with each weakening shot until Lilah's face and Cindy's torso were both coated with my jizz. Lilah fell to her hands and knees when I turned loose of her hair, coughing and choking and dripping cum onto the carpet. When she caught her breath she lifted her head. One eye was gummed shut, the other bloodshot which looked especially creepy on her dyed blue sclera. "Good fucking," she declared. "Good penith!" Cindy, meanwhile, smiled sleepily as she spread her portion of my sperm into an even glaze with both hands rubbing up and down her body. She winced as her fingers passed over her aching nipples.

Then, as if they had planned it in advance, both girls looked at me and Cindy's sweet, high voice demanded in unison with Lilah's harsh, slurred rasp, "What's for dinner?"