Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 35

"'Penith' is NOT a word!" Karen exclaimed. I laughed and replaced the "th" with "ses" on the board. We were enjoying a game of Scrabble on a lazy Saturday morning, sitting around the board on the floor in my bedroom. Renee had slept over and she and Cindy were still in their nightwear. Renee was to my right in Disney PJs with elastic at the wrists and ankles. They were getting to be a little too small for her and her new breasts pressed against the thin cotton fabric. Her large nipples were plainly outlined. They were a little tight in the crotch, too, and sometimes when she shifted a beautiful little cameltoe was briefly outlined. I was a little surprised she wasn't wearing her penis but maybe it needed washing. Cindy sat across from me wearing a lavender babydoll nightie with more ruffles and lace than were strictly needed. Sitting, the hem was bunched around her waist, exposing very scanty sleep shorts that matched the nightie, satiny polyester without elastic. She was sitting cross-legged and the open legholes would occasionally afford a glimpse of her smooth little dick. Cindy's light brown hair was still tousled from sleep, while Renee's darker brown was corralled into a meticulous single braid.

Karen reclined to my left, propped up on one elbow. She was naked, of course. Her schedule for today was fairly relaxed but she had had one early trick, a twofer, Tommy and a teammate before their early soccer practice, so her hip rested on a folded bath towel to catch the adolescent semen still oozing sluggishly from her smooth pussy and her asshole.

My posture mirrored Cindy's. I was wearing a terry robe open in my lap. My erection would have been exposed to the three children's view were it not for Lilah's pussy engulfing all but the bottom couple of inches. Lilah was no longer the emaciated wreck she had been when she came to us but she was still small and skinny and she weighed almost nothing squatting on my cock. Her preteen sex stretched obscenely around my adult girth. Her smooth vulva and my shaft gleamed with her juices and the saliva that drooled in a steady stream over her distorted bottom lip, down her chin and chest and belly and onto our joined crotches. The chrome tusks that had been hammered into her upper and lower jaws and the smooth gums between them where all her front teeth had been removed distorted her mouth into something between a sneer and a snarl and made it impossible for her to close her lips and so her drooling was constant. A festive canary and apple-green ribbon was threaded through the upper two of the six grommets that maintained the holes pierced through her tender vulva. She held the ends of the ribbon in her left hand, tugging it up like some kind of obscene puppeteer until her labia stretched upwards and I groaned as the child's hot, moist grasp around my erection momentarily tightened.

Lilah had a lot of nervous energy so I didn't have to do anything more than sit there and let her constant wriggling provide the stimulation. If anything, I occasionally had to grasp her skinny tattooed thighs and hold her in place to prevent going over the top. With her free hand she was flicking the bean very energetically, occasionally landing an open-handed slap on her clit where it protruded from our junction. The slit-open hood was peeled back and distorted by the size of my invading member, exposing a little bud of fire-engine red. The little girl's scent, sweat mixed with the sweet, light smell of her prepubescent cunt juice curled around my nostrils. Lilah paused her self abuse long enough to point at the Scrabble board with shiny, moist fingers. "Penitheth!" she declared proudly. Was she recovering her ability to read? I wondered as I finger combed through her bed-head shoulder-length gray hair. Or was she just parroting what Karen had said?

There was a soft chime from Karen's smartphone on the bed, reminding her that her next customer was due in a few minutes. "I guess we have to pause the game," the thirteen-year-old said, scooting back on the towel and straightening to sit with her legs spread in a near-split, toes effortlessly pointing at the ceiling. "Lilah, will you clean me up?"

Unwilling to give up my preteen fuck sleeve, I turned so that Karen and I were more or less face-to-face, then I pushed Lilah down. Her legs moved backwards as her cunt rotated forwards, pulling my erection down closer to the horizontal and moving the pressure inside the child's cunt from her cervix to the rear of her vaginal tube. Her skinny legs went around my waist and I felt her heels through my robe against the base of my spine as she hooked her ankles together. The wild tattooing that covered her back - and indeed most of her body - was exposed, the heavy scrolls of black and colored ink gleaming in the overhead light. A rocker arched up, covering her shoulderblades and bearing the name of a now-defunct outlaw biker gang in heavy gothic script. Another arched down, dropping from her waist to the base of her spine and up again, bearing in the same lettering, "MONSTER". The silver chain connecting her outie bellybutton with her one remaining nipple piercing - the other having been torn out during her escape from slavery - rattled lightly on the floor. Her waist was so slender I could almost encompass it with my two hands, and the knobs of her spine and the ripples of her ribcage were prominent under the tattooed skin.

As Lilah rested her weight on her forearms, I gathered her dusty gray hair into a sloppy ponytail, securing it with a band from around my wrist. Now that I was parenting a ten-year-old girl I always seemed to have a couple in easy reach. With her hair off her face the dozens of piercings on Lilah's cheeks were visible, gleaming against the mad tattoo of the snarling Fu dog that covered the child's visage from her chin up to disappear beneath her hairline.

Lilah elbow-walked, scooting herself forwards towards Karen's slimed and leaking pussy, forcing me to first thrust my hips forward and then scoot myself, lest I lose the delightful penetration I had soaked in for half an hour now, and we couldn't have that. The little girl's cunt clenched and writhed around my hardness, making me clench my jaw in turn as I fought back the first tingles of orgasm. Her movements forced little burps of air out around the stretched lips of her tiny cunt along with squelches and bubbling sounds as my cock shifted inside and her overstuffed cunny stretched to accomodate. She was now face-to-cunt with Karen's juicy privates. A large dollop of semen clung to one flowered-open lip, adding a sheen of grayish white to the flushed scarlet tissue. Lilah's tongue stretched out and swiped up, gathering the cooling cum and slurping it into her mouth. She sucked noisily, air moving wetly around her tusks. Then she opened her mouth wide and craned further forward. Karen threw her head back and whimpered softly as Lilah's razor-sharp tusks pricked the smooth, hairless pillows of her vulva. Lilah's tongue darted out between bare gums, gathering blobs of semen as they oozed out from between Karen's swollen labia. Droplets of blood swelled from the tiny puncture wounds and began to trickle down the flushed skin. Karen groaned aloud as Lilah's busy tongue found her swollen, protruding clitoris. "Oh, my whore cunt," Karen moaned softly as Lilah sucked greedily at the oversized knob of nerve tissue, then gummed at it eagerly.

By the time Lilah had finished cleaning Karen's soaking pussy, including licking up the blood she had drawn, Karen's eyes was glassy and unfocused with lust. She was panting, groping at her breasts with one hand as fresh perspiration gave a sheen to her bare body. Lilah's tongue traveled down over Karen's perineum and then she fastened her lips around the older girl's asshole and sucked noisily. Karen yipped as the point of one tusk sank into the edge of her pucker. In a minute Karen was clean as a whistle fore and aft, her crotch and crinkled anus shiny with saliva.

Karen's eyes were closed now and she was moaning softly and continuously. She remained propped on one elbow but began masturbating with her other hand, grinding the heel of the hand against her outsized clitoris as she plunged her two middle fingers in and out of her steaming cunt. As always she lost herself in the rising tide of irresistible pleasure, shamelessly displaying herself. That her own little sister and her pseudo-uncle were part of the audience mattered to her not at all. After all, we had both fucked her plenty. "Ohhhh, my cunt, my whore cunt," she sighed as her fingers, shiny with juice, plunged in and out. Foamy cunt cream bubbled out into a thickening ring around the digits. I thought the kid might bring herself off right there and I was smack in the line of fire - but then her phone chimed again and at almost the same moment the bell rang downstairs and the security cam window opened on the tv, showing Karen's next trick standing on the back porch.

Karen shook herself slightly, her eyes clearing, as her fingers slid wetly out of her swollen cunt. Her eyes lit up and a sunny smile spread across her face. "Mister Al!" she exclaimed and indeed, it was that older gentleman, one of Karen's favorite customers. She gracefully unfolded her slim body and stood and then her lithe form danced out of the room, waist-length blonde hair swinging behind her. We heard her bare feet pattering down the stairs, then a minute later on the security cam we saw the back door open and the young teen step onto the porch completely heedless of her nudity and throw herself into the elderly gentleman's arms. Those arms, muscular despite his age, wrapped around Karen's naked body, one cradling her pert ass and he carried her inside and into her bedroom on his hip as if she were a toddler and not a lanky young teenager. She giggled as he threw her onto the bed. She bounced and landed with her legs splayed open. A lewd smile spread across her face and she crooked a finger at the man old enough to be her grandfather.

When Karen dashed downstairs she had left Lilah face down on the floor. The child did an effortless pressup, muscles moving in her thin arms. In doing so she pressed her crotch against mine, forcing my cock even deeper into her. She threw her head back and groaned as my cockhead pressed against her cervix. "More penith!" she warbled, then she moaned in complaint as I grabbed her hips and pulled her off of me. My cock slid out from between her stretched labia with an audible pop. I flipped her over, her skinny legs falling akimbo. She stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes, her pupils and irises barely discernable swimming in the blue dye that colored her eyeballs. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I hooked two fingers into the grommets embedded in her labia and pried them apart, revealing the red, glistening opening with the tiny bud at the apex. "More peniiiIIIIIEEE!" she cried as I slammed back into her. I put my hands on her knobby shoulders and pressed her into the floor as I began fucking the nine-year-old in earnest. Her mutilated, tattooed body was completely undeveloped but her cunt was hot and supple and expanded easily to take adult cock. "More penith!" she cried over and over, drool spraying out of the corners of her mouth and running down her cheeks. Her tusks gleamed and rang together.

I shifted my grip, wrapping one hand around Lilah's neck - gently, so as not to restrict her airflow, but just to hold her in place against the hard, quick thrusts I was making into her grasping cunt, filling her to full depth and banging against her cervix with each stroke. With my free hand I stroked two fingers down and around our joining, feeling how her inner lips pulled out and away, clinging to my cock on each upstroke as if desperate to have it back. Then I slid up to where Lilah's clitoris was exposed, the two halves of her sliced clit hood peeled apart and rolled up like tiny windowshades. The little bud was bright red and flushed with blood and when I squeezed it between my fingertips the effect was dramatic. Lilah screeched as a violent climax rushed through her preteen body. She lost her words, moaning incoherently, arching her back as her skinny arms and legs thrashed against the floor. Her cunt, already vise-tight, clamped down on me so hard it was almost painful, and then waves rippled through and I slit my eyes at the surges of pure pleasure as the child's hot, wet membranes massaged my swelling penis.

After a long minute, the tension drained out of the little girl and she relaxed back against the parquet. Her body shone with sweat and the ever-present coating of drool down the center of her chest and she panted noisily. But I gave her no respite. I flicked a nail against Lilah's clitoris and another violent climax smashed into the little girl. Lilah's face turned red and as I continued to force her to orgasm after orgasm, the color gradually spread down her neck and onto her chest and belly until eventually her entire body was flushed and sweat was pouring off her. I didn't have to thrust at all, just hold my cock pressed deep inside and let her grasping, spasming cunt do the work.

As I held her clit pinched between thumb and forefinger Lilah's body jerked and thrashed so violently that the tiny nubbin was stretched away from her body almost to its limit. It would have snapped free had I not dug my fingernail in, which drew another gravelly, ragged screech from her throat. She was sliding around on the floor in a puddle of her own sweat and saliva. Her hair was dark and matted at the roots. I looked over at the other children. Cindy was looking on, wide-eyed and anxious. She had moved into Renee's encircling arm, pressing herself against the older girl. Renee's face gave nothing back, the complete lack of expression I knew so well.

Lilah's abused body finally reached its limit. With a final, ear-splitting caw she went limp, collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her head rolled to the side. Her tongue fell out of her mouth and lay across a pair of her tusks. And then I felt warmth on my abdomen and looked down to see a puddle spreading beneath her skinny ass. The scent of fresh urine rose to meet me. I jumped up, or tried to - the one part of Lilah that hadn't relaxed was her cunt and its grasp was so tight that as I lifted up she came along with me. I had to put my thumbs on her prominent hipbones and press hard as I struggled to withdraw from the fiery velvet vise of the nine-year-old's sex. Again she clung to me, her inner lips everting and pulling away from the fat pillows of her pierced vulva. Finally, with a loud pop, I was free and Lilah's ass fell to the floor and landed in the cooling urine with a soft plashing sound. Pee was still weakly spurting from her slit. I strode quickly into the bathroom and returned with a towel. Gathering Lilah's bony ankles into one hand, I lifted her like you would a baby you were changing and dropped the towel, then lowered her back atop it. The thick terry cotton darkened as it absorbed the pee. I looked down at the unconscious child, past my erection pulsing with my heartbeat. I hadn't cum and the sense memory of Lilah's velvet, constricting heat kept me rock-hard for the moment.

That moment was prolonged by Karen's voice coming from the speakers. "Fuck me, Mister Al!" she cried in a voice thick with lust. "Fuck my whore cunt!" I looked at the tv to see the camera's view of Karen on her hands and knees on the bed downstairs. The curve of her back looked soft and vulnerable. Her blonde hair was tousled around her face. Her head was turned to look back at her trick, now disrobed and kneeling on the bed behind her. He placed one foot to the outside of her slender form. His pale aged skin contrasted with Karen's smooth unblemished honey-colored body. He leaned forward, holding a thick, mottled erection until the head just made contact with Karen's glistening slit. Long threads of thick cream bubbled out of her slit and depended from her swollen, protruding clitoris down to the dampened bedsheets. Al's thickly veined hands grasped Karen above her pillowy buttocks and he rocked his own sagging ass forwards. Karen's mascaraed lashes fluttered closed and her mouth dropped open in an expression of pure pleasure. The speaker caught a soft groan escaping her throat. Then her body started to move, the flesh of her ass jumping and rippling as Al began fucking her.

My eyes were locked on the television. As many hundreds of times as I'd seen it, watching Karen abandon herself to her body's irresistible urges never failed to enrapture me. It seemed so long ago but it was only two years when, as a barely pubescent child, I had brought her to her first orgasm. Back then she had been ashamed, desperately trying but totally unable to resist the new pleasures that overwhelmed her. Back then there had been a pious, introverted little girl horrified and humiliated as she increasing lost control, giving herself over to the precocious lusts that came to rule her life. I wondered if that little girl was still there, somewhere locked deep inside Karen's soul, still crying to get out, to take it all back, to again be the quiet, obedient girl in her Sunday best, holding hands with Mommy and Daddy as they walked to church.

I was starting to pant as I watched Karen yet again degrade herself, trading her favors for cash, anything to feel that burst of overwhelming pleasure. I had unconsciously started to jack myself when motion below my sightline distracted me. Cindy had shrugged herself out of her little girlfriend's embrace. Renee was watching me with her poker face still firmly in place but Cindy wore an odd little half-smile and her eyes were on my throbbing erection. She looked up and there was hunger in her ice-pale blue eyes, hunger far beyond her ten years. She started to crawl towards me.

The tableau was broken by my phone pinging on the nightstand. I might've ignored it but it was the ringtone I'd assigned to Jenny's texts. Reluctantly I reached down and patted Cindy's head and turned away. I thumbed open Jenny's message. It was a URL in the domain of a local news site. "Read this now," Jenny had typed. "Don't let Cindy see." That didn't sound good. I opened the web link. It was not good. I scanned the story, and then made the executive decision not to spoil my little girl's Saturday morning. Plenty of time to break the bad news after lunch. I locked my phone and tossed it back onto the bed, then turned back to the girls. Despite the interruption, after spending so much time edging myself inside Lilah my erection had hardly flagged. I flexed, making it bounce lightly as I looked down to meet Cindy's eyes. "Now, where were we?"

Cindy broke into a grin and her pale eyes sparkled. She carefully moved the Scrabble board aside and crawled seductively towards me - or anyway, crawled a ten-year-old's idea of seductively, but she didn't have to try hard with me. I sat back on my haunches and she stopped with her lips just an inch from my cock. It bobbed gently with my heartbeat. Cindy leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the tip. I sighed as she blew on it gently. Then she grasped the shaft with one hand and slid her lips slowly down, over the glans, sealing around the collar, and down the shaft. Her forehead creased in concentration as she took more and more into her mouth, but with a soft gag she had to back off. I stroked her hair, fighting to keep my eyes open as the pleasure of being engulfed in the ten-year-old's mouth rose in me, as satisfying and comfortable as snuggling into fresh bedclothes. "Ohhhh," I sighed as her tongue slid across me, her tip twisting slowly around my glans.

The little girl mumbled something rendered unintelligible by her mouthful of cock. I rested my hand on her head and rocked my hips back so my penis slid out of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue to cradle the cockhead briefly before letting it drop and then looking up at me. There was a little saliva on her chin. Her canines had yet to fully erupt and I thought the little space around her oversized front teeth was strikingly erotic. "What was that?" I asked.

"I can taste Lilah's cunt," she said softly. I smiled at her unselfconscious use of the dirty word, remembering the traumatized child who could barely look at porn on the tv. Now she blithely ignored the monitor showing Karen being vigorously fucked. "She's sweet. And your cock is spicy, Mister." She licked her lips. "Yum!" And with that she sucked me noisily back into her mouth and began fellating me in earnest, rotating her lips around as she sucked hard and moved up and down my shaft. It felt amazing. "Dang," I said, automatically moderating my language, then laughing at myself for doing so under these circumstances. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

I didn't really expect an answer but I got one. Cindy raised her head long enough to say matter-of-factly, "From Renee," then sucked me back in. I glanced over at Renee to see that her poker face had broken, and a very complicated expression showed on her round face. I couldn't tell if she was upset, or excited, or proud, or some combination of all three to see her girlfriend - her first real love - using the fellatio skills Renee had taught her - on me. We had been very careful around each other since our return from our recent trip. I held out my hand to her. She looked at for a long moment then, her poker face sliding back into place she took it. Her fingers were warm in mine. Then with her other hand she reached out and took Cindy's - the one that wasn't wrapped around my cock. We held hands like that as Cindy sucked and slurped noisily and my own soft moans gradually became more insistent.

I closed my eyes, feeling my pleasure start to rise, but then my concentration was broken by Karen's voice, shrill and rough with exertion and rendered a little tinny by the sound system. On the tv screen they had shifted positions more than once; now her trick was on his back on the bed while Karen rode his cock with abandon, her hair flying as her slender, muscular thighs bounced her up and down. "Oh, my cunt!" she cried. "My whore cunt! You fuck my whore cunt so good, I love your cock, fuck me, fuck me Mister Al, fuck meee!" Al was very spry for a man of his age. Bracing his feet against the bed's wooden footboard he began bucking his hips up to meet Karen's motion, causing her to yip as each thrust plunged home. Foamy juice squirted out around their junction each time their crotches banged together, soaking his pubes and the sheets beneath them.

Al's hands were at Karen's pert breasts, cupping them lightly as they bounced with her motion. "I wanna taste that whore cunt," he declared. He tightened his grasp on Karen's ribcage beneath her titties and lifted her off his cock. It slapped wetly against his belly. Karen moaned in mingled pleasure and disappointment as she felt herself left unfulfilled - but a good whore pleases her customer so she turned around, throwing her leg up and over as she plopped her soaking crotch down onto the elderly man's face. Her expression went slack as he immediately started lapping and sucking eagerly at Karen's hairless vulva. Her thighs tensed around his face. She pressed her lithe, sweaty body against his much thicker form, dropping her head to take his cock into her mouth and for a few moments the only sounds were muffled grunts and moans as the child and the elderly man were absorbed in energetic 69. Then Karen started writhing atop him, her voice rising around her mouthful of cock. She spit it out and lifted her head, her expression wild, eyes open but glazed and unseeing. "Oh god, my whore cunt, it's so hot, it's burning up!"

Al used his hands to lift Karen's cunt off his mouth enough to grate out, "That's it, cum for me you little whore, show me what that whore cunt can do!" And then he thrust his tongue between Karen's dripping labia, swiping down to capture her fat crimson clitoris between tongue and lower teeth.

Karen's whole body tensed and then she began to shake. "Oh jeez, oh jeez, mywhorecuntohJEEEEEZ!" Her voice rose to a shriek and then Al was gasping and spluttering as girl cum poured from Karen's cunt and flooded his face. Hot cream squirted up his nose, into his eyes, and soaked his full head of silver hair. Karen screamed out her climax and then her arms and legs collapsed and she flopped down onto Al's belly, her sweaty body trembling violently and her face contorting as each orgasmic spasm tore through her and drenched Al's face anew.

Meanwhile upstairs, I was both distracted and enflamed by the obscene show from Karen's security cam. I put my hand on Cindy's shoulder and gently moved her back. She sat up, letting my cock slide out of her mouth. She looked startled at what she saw in my face - I rarely let the little girl see full raw adult lust like I was feeling now. I swallowed on a dry throat. My voice emerged as a low growl. "I want to fuck you, little girl." Struck by a sudden (even more) perverse urge, I looked down at Renee. "Renee, is that all right with you? Can I fuck your girlfriend's ass?"

A flash of pure anger showed on Renee's face. She opened her mouth but cut off whatever she was about to say when she looked over at Cindy. Cindy's eyes were wide and her expression was one of pure love as her eyes moved back and forth between her girlfriend and her, whatever I was to her. She wet her lips and I thought I saw her mouth "please?" at the older girl. Renee's expression went rapidly from anger through love and confusion before settling on a sadness bordering on despair before she mastered herself and blanked her face. Only a muscle jumping in her jaw, just below the two little moles near her ear, betrayed any kind of stress. I think she was unable to speak and just nodded.

"Yippee!" I declared. Cindy squeaked in surprise as picked her up, stood, pivoted, and tossed her onto the bed. She landed laughing. Renee's squeak was one of outrage as I did the same with her. Her stocky form was solid and took more effort. She landed next to Cindy and acting on impulse, seized the younger girl's shoulders and pulled her into a fierce kiss. Meanwhile I figured what the heck, and with one more pivot and toss, Lilah bounced onto the mattress on Cindy's other side. "Rawr! she declared, gnashing her tusks and spanking herself on the pussy.

Cindy broke her kiss with Renee and looked up at me as I stepped to the foot of the bed. With a flourish I threw off my robe to stand naked before the trio of children. Her eyes got big and round as she took in my adult body and the straining empurpled flesh pole pointing at her like a rifle. With a growl, I stooped and yanked down her sleep shorts, pulling them off her skinny legs and tossing them over my shoulder. She seized Renee's hands in hers, her gaze darting back and forth between us. On the other side, Lilah laughed and pointed. "Penith!"

I put a knee on the bed. My hands easily encircled Cindy's ankles. I bent her double. The light coffee color of her belly showed pale through the sheer lilac fabric, contrasting with the darker tone of her bare legs as I folded them against her. Her penis was erect, the little head almost poking her in the bellybutton. Her hairless scrotum was round and tight, the pale seam down the center pointing directly at my target, her tight pucker.

I was gathering saliva in my mouth when to my surprise Lilah leaned over and pressed her lips against Cindy's anus. Cindy jumped as she felt the points of Lilah's tusks dig into her skin, then giggled as Lilah's tongue squirmed against her. Her little penis jumped as Lilah deposited a generous amount of spit in the hollow between Cindy's asscheeks. Lilah moved upwards until she took Cindy's scrotum into her mouth. Cindy gasped and made a gurgling sound. When Lilah raised her head, the little sack was also covered with spit, running down onto Cindy's smooth little tool. Lilah looked up at me, her chin shiny with drool. "Penith!" she ordered me, spraying more spit onto my thighs.

"Penith," I agreed as I put a second knee on the bed, cupped Cindy's ass in my hands and raised it up. Her spine curved and her knees rested on the bed over her shoulders. She still had hold of Renee's hands and her gaze darted back and forth between us as I fit my cockhead against the twitching warmth of her asshole and pressed. Her eyes half-closed, lashes hiding the pale blue irises and she stretched her neck back. Her lips pursed as she pushed out as Renee and I had taught her to do and her asshole relaxed and dilated just a little, enough for the tip of my penis to enter into the unique heat of her rectum. I leaned forward and pushed. Cindy groaned in pleasure and her little penis flexed and lifted up from her belly as I slowly slid into her, feeling the roughness of her rectal walls slide across the skin of my cock. She grunted as I bottomed out, feeling her insides press against my cockhead.

Cindy seemed unable to catch her breath as I gripped her hips and began pumping my cock in and out of her ass, slowly at first, then speeding up as her sphincter loosened and she opened up to me. "Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me, I love you, oh fuck me" I thought she was speaking to me and maybe she was but it was Renee she was looking at, Renee's hands she was holding onto for dear life. The older girl rested her head on the pillow and the two were almost nose-to-nose. Renee inhaled Cindy's breath as if it were perfume.

Cindy's body began to move around as I fucked her ass harder, feeling the heat of her soak into me, feeling the shifting pressure and grasp of her rectal walls and her straining sphincter. I was so much bigger and heavier than the little girl that she was bouncing up and down on the bed. "I love you, Cindy," I gasped in time with my thrusts. "Love you, love to fuck you, love you, love you, love youuu aaaAAAAGH!" I groaned as I finally reached my peak. Cum boiled up and shot forcefully into Cindy's quivering ass. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the heat filling her and her face lit with wild joy as she looked from me, to Renee, to me, and then just up at the ceiling, her lips spreading into a wide grin as she wriggled her butt against me. She raised Renee's hands to her mouth and kissed them as I continued spasming, emptying what felt like a pint of semen into her bowels.

I wanted to collapse onto the bed and sweep Cindy up into my arms, but with the three children lying side-by-side there was literally no room for my romantic gesture. So I just knelt there over Cindy looking down at her, letting my breathing and my heart rate settle and watching the sweat dry on her skin. I idly played with her nipples, tweaking and pinching them to bring them to the state of puffiness she liked and I enjoyed so much. There was a pleasant ache in my penis as it softened inside her. Eventually I pulled out, bending down to plant a kiss on her dilated asshole before padding into the bathroom to wash up.

Later, after Al had departed, Karen came back upstairs, had Lilah clean her once more, then showered and dressed to head off to the no-kill shelter where she was volunteering. Renee had also dressed, packed her PJs and things into her backpack and after a little while closeted with Cindy in her room, headed home. Lilah was on the bed, giggling and drooling and masturbating to porn on the tv. Cindy was in the bathroom, squatting on the toilet with her feet on the seat, using the enema bulb like I'd taught her to clean out the residue of our love. When she got down and flushed, standing naked on the tile, I handed her her robe. "Come downstairs with me," I said.

I sat beside her at the kitchen table, just looking at her. She was such a beautiful little girl and she had blossomed so in the weeks she'd been with me. Now I was going to have to shatter it all.

She looked up at me, disconcerted by the intensity of my gaze. "What?" she said uncertainly.

I sighed. "I love you so much, you know that, right?" She nodded. "I love you, and I hate that I have to show you this, but you have to know." I handed her my tablet, open to the local news site that Jenny had sent me. They didn't make any pretense of objectivity. "VICTORY!" the headline screamed. "TRANS CULT EJECTED FROM SCHOOLS - CHILDREN SAFE FROM PERVERTS!" Cindy's hands started to shake.

Through a series of procedural manoevers the state legislature had unexpectedly revived the most pernicious of a series of anti-trans bills that had been thought buried for this session, passed it in an early morning vote with a bare quorum, and sent it the governor who signed it right before they gaveled the session closed and everyone fled the capitol for their Easter recess. It was a conglomeration of all the usual garbage. Students to be referred to by their legal names only; must use the pronouns of their gender at birth; could only use the bathroom of their gender at birth; must dress according to "community standards"; the curriculum purged of any materials approving or even mentioning "non-traditional lifestyles"; and on and on. The administration at the elementary school had been great. They had tacked into the social winds, bent the rules and exploited loopholes to treat Cindy as just another little girl. But now they would have no choice.

"I think we have to find a new school for you," I said, as Cindy's tears began to drip onto the tablet screen. I held her and she cried, and I cried, and I lied and told her that everything would be okay, and then we cried some more. Then, because what are you gonna do, I filled a bowl and I got the ten-year-old good and ripped, and I made us grilled cheese and tomato soup and then we giggled through a couple episodes of Rick and Morty until Cindy fell asleep with her head on my chest.