Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 37

I slept through the first hours of the fundraiser. I sure didn't mean to - I thought right at the start was when things were likely to spin out of control, before everyone settled back and realized there was more than enough time for everyone to get as many turns as they wanted. But the last few weeks had been emotionally exhausting, and then the planning and setup of this little do had been physically exhausting as well. Marta was briefing our security in the outer room of the suite. I went through into the inner room and sat down in the armchair. I put my head back to rest my eyes for just a moment.

The next thing I knew, the gloaming behind the room's sheer curtains was solid night. My mouth tasted awful, my head was full of cotton, and I had no idea what time it was. I dug out my phone and saw with a shock that it was almost midnight. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, loud enough that Marta poked her head in from the other room. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked like you needed the sleep, and everything's cool. Somehow we survived without you."

I was worried the girls would be upset or mad or afraid or something and I wasn't that reassured. I poured a cup of coffee from the urn we had set up and gulped it down as fast as I could without totally scalding my mouth. I splashed some water on my face and headed out to check up on the kids.

They were not difficult to find. I didn't have to go door-to-door and search 80 rooms on three floors; I just looked for the ones with men spilling out of them onto the breezeway. The first one I came to was on the ground floor towards the far end of the row. Pop music blared and curls of sweet smoke billowed out through the door and the open window. Men were crowded five or six deep at the door craning their necks to see within. Other guys leaned against the wall or just stood in the breezeway, waiting their turns less anxiously. I got some looks as I started to shoulder through the crowd but the guys gave way, or tried to, when they saw it was me and not someone trying to cut in line.

The small hotel room was packed, literally standing room only. Everyone was looking at the king-size bed. It was Karen, and she was working hard. She was astride a heavily built African guy with a large belly and a shaven head, fully dressed except for his pants and underwear down around his calves. I recognized him from several visits to the townhouse. He was really African - there were tribal scars down both cheeks, which were currently split in a wide grin. He had Karen's perfectly round breasts in his hands and was pinching her nipples with thick, swollen-knuckled fingers. The room was hot with all the bodies in it, loud with conversation and cheers as the spectators urged on the depraved acts on the bed, and the air was heavy with sweat, semen, the sweet smell of cannabis, and riding over them all the spicy scent of Karen's aroused cunt.

The man and the young teen were not alone on the bed. There was a skeletal-looking white dude crouched behind Karen with his bony chest pressed against Karen's back. His skin was sallow and unhealthy-looking, with tattoos on his back and down his arms, some looking homemade. There was a spray of moles across his skinny ass. He had his hands on Karen's hips and was thrusting hard and fast into her ass. The three were at the wall side of the large mattress, not in the middle, and there were four men standing in the space between the bed and the wall. They had their cocks out and Karen was switching between them. She filled her mouth with one which she held another two in each hand. Her movements were slow and uncoordinated as she switched between sucking and jacking. Her eyes were half-closed and she was moaning softly and continuously, whether her mouth was full or momentarily empty. At the same time she was bouncing up and down on the black dude's cock and pushing back against the other penis filling her ass.

Karen's hair was wound up in a sloppy bun, secured with a pair of disposable chopsticks. There were wads of cum drying all over it. In fact there was cum all over the thirteen-year-old. Her face was pretty thoroughly frosted. Her eyelashes were gummy with it, her nostrils were blocked, her lips were covered with a whitish sheen. A thick cumsickle depended from her chin, slowly lengthening as it dried. The smooth, tan skin of her shoulders and arms and the paler skin of her back, belly, and breasts were coated with six hours' worth of ejaculations. There were flaky white patches overlaid with fresher, still liquid globs of goo that slowly snaked trails downward. Her breasts were shiny between the African's fingers as he massaged strangers' ejaculations into the thirteen-year-old's skin. As I watched one of the men receiving a hand job climaxed, arching his back and firing a heavy stream onto Karen's temple. It ran down her cheek, across a hank of her blonde hair that was solidly glued to the skin, and into the corner of her mouth where the pistoning of the cock between her lips churned it into gooey foam. It joined the other sticky trails running down her face to join the gelid drop swinging from her chin. The next shot went across her forehead and down onto the side of her nose.

Karen didn't flinch, exactly, as the hot cum spattered onto her face. She blinked, and then her right eye didn't reopen - the lashes were glued together. She tried to pull her lids apart with one hand but, still squirting onto her, the man grabbed her wrist and wrapped her hand back around his spasming cock. Automatically she started jacking it.

All through this she was moaning softly, interspersed with little yips as the penis filling her cunt or her ass thrust particularly hard into her. "Ohhhhhhh, my cunt," I managed to make out through a mouthful of cock. "My whore cunt," she mumbled, as a mixture of cum and saliva drooled out of her mouth and ran down her chin. "Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeeeeeez!" Her body stiffened and the owners of the two cocks in her hands and the one in her mouth grunted as she clutched at them. Then she spit out the cock and straightened. Her one eye opened wide, showing red-rimmed white all around her blue iris. A shudder swept through her body and as her back arched and she leaned back into the skinny man fucking her ass, a spray of hot juice arced from her stuffed sex, spraying across the African's big belly. Her scent was suddenly even heavier and she groaned and started pistoning up and down as if the cock filling her pussy was the last one on Earth. The black man's hands tightened around her breasts, pinching her swollen, cherry-sized nipples so hard that they went pale and bloodless, and lifted his ass off the bed to slam into her. He shouted staccato with each blast as he filled her cunt with yet another load of semen. She was already full to the brim and it squirted out around their junction to mix with her cunt honey. The blend of sex juices ran down onto sheets already so saturated they were transparent and squished under Karen's knees.

Karen's orgasmic groans trailed off as she ran out of breath. The man assfucking her wrapped his arms around her under her breasts. Her body was slippery with sweat and sticky with drying semen. Karen moaned shakily as the man leaned back, lifting Karen off the African fellow's softening penis. A flood of mingled sex juices dribbled out of Karen's gaping cunt onto his ballsack and then, as he scooted out from under her, further soaking the sheets. He sat on the edge of the bed long enough to pull up his trousers. He stood and fished out his wallet. On the nightstand table was a large plastic planter with "TIP JAR" scrawled on it in silver Sharpie. He added a couple of bills to the already substantial pile, then shouldered gently through the crowd to the door and out.

Karen hardly had time to catch her breath when another man slid into place beneath her. He had divested himself of his pants first and his bare ass squeaked against the soaked sheets. This fellow was so white he was almost fluorescent. He had the heaviest pelt of the palest blond hair I'd ever seen. There was hardly a break on his neck between beard and a thick, curly mass of chest hair that was solid from clavicle down to where it narrowed and flowed without a break into his pubes. For all of that, his head was shaven. He grimaced as he slid across the wringing wet sheets. I swear there were little puddles around the depression his body made in the mattress. Karen's scent rose up from the bed, so thick as to be almost overpowering. But he managed to get his legs down between Karen's and the man holding her up - her knees weren't quite touching the mattress, but his were. And then Karen's hand was around the blonde dude's thick, flushed hardon and as soon as she had it lined up the man holding her released his arms. Her groan turned into another drawn-out moan of orgasm as she dropped, engulfing the adult erection as her knees slid apart. And then both men were savagely fucking her fore and aft, no coordination, just raw lust, and Karen was shivering and gasping in the throes of another climax. Her moan ended in a clotted gargle as one of the man jerking himself next to the bed palmed her sticky head and turned it just in time for a thick bolus of sperm to fire directly into her mouth.

With no warning, cum was flying at Karen's face from three, no, four spurting cocks, covering her flushed skin from hairline to breasts. No sooner did she wipe her eyes clean than another eyeshot filled them with hot gooey protein. She held up her hands to block the weakening streams, letting jizz cover her palms and run down her forearms, as she gargle-coughed a mouthful of runny cum into the blonde dude's chest hair and then threw her head back and moaned through another surge of orgasmic pleasure.

More men were edging around the bed to point their cocks at the thirteen-year-old as she bucked and rode the two filling her pussy and her ass, but I blocked them and stepped up myself. "Hey there, kitten, how are you doing?"

Karen was leaning forward and supporting herself with one hand planted on the blond's chest curls. She used the other to scrub at her face, wiping semen out of her eyes and spreading more into an even glaze. She licked at cummy lips. When she spoke there were strings of semen connecting her upper and lower teeth and globs on her tongue. "Ohhh, it feels...soooo....GOOD! AH!" The child was still trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through her. "My cunt," she moaned, and it was almost a panegyric. "My whore cunnnnt, it's so hottttt, I'm so hottttt, oh god, fuck me, fuck meeee..." She trailed off into incoherent mumbling as her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Here," I said as I handed Karen a bottle of water. She upended and drank without stopping her undulating motion on the two adult penises filling her vaginal and anal cavities. There was one of those weird moments when all the conversations in the room happened to pause and in the momentary quiet the sounds of skin slapping against skin and tender tissues sliding wetly together rose up. I took Karen's free hand and folded it around four pills, another hit of molly, a muscle relaxer, and two ibuprofen - I knew her thighs would be aching if they weren't already. She didn't ask questions, just popped them into her mouth and washed them down with the last of the water.

I wiped at her lips to clean them for the moment, then leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. Her breath was redolent of sperm. She smiled, then tossed the empty water bottle back over her shoulder. She grabbed a handful of the blond guy's chest hair and cried, "Yippee! Ride 'em, cowgirl!" as she started humping herself more energetically against the two men. As I started making my way back to the doorway her hands were already groping in the air for more cocks.

As I pushed out of the room the cooler, cleaner air slapped me in the face. It was like a fucking jizz-soaked sauna in there. A young, well-muscled guy was leaning against the pole supporting the second floor breezeway smoking a cigarette. "Great party," he said laconically.

"How long's she been going like that?" I asked.

"Shit," he replied. "What time is it?" I held up my phone so he could see. "Well, the little whore's had at least one dick in her the whole time since we started. So...six hours? I keep expecting her to crash out but damn! I been hittin' that since before she had titties and I knew she could fuck like...like..." Words apparently failed him. "But this is a whole 'nother level."

I smiled at him. "Plenty of time left for her to reach her limit. 'Scuse me while I go check on our other performers."

I looked up and down the row, absently jiggling the bottle of pills in my pocket. The rest of the rooms on the ground floor were quiet. I stepped out onto the gravel lot and I could immediately see a buzz of activity on the second floor at the last door on the row. I walked down and climbed the stairs. This room was not as noisy and rowdy as Karen's venue. There was a line out the door and stretched a couple doors down the breezeway, but there was no pushing or shoving, no catcalls - it looked like a line waiting for the doors to open to go see their favorite band or something. The guy standing in the doorway stepped aside respectfully and let me enter. It was a double room but the mattresses had been put up on end and stood against the wall. The rest of the furniture had also been pushed back out of the way with the exception of the little bench that you were meant to put your suitcase on. That had been set in the center of the room. The line of men snaked circled the room. There was some excited chatter and laughter but for the most part everyone was absorbed in the spectacle: Cindy and Renee sat on the bench. They were facing each other. Cindy had her arms around Renee's neck and Renee's were around Cindy's waist. Renee's muscular legs hung off the sides of the bench, her toes just brushing the worn carpet, while Cindy's knees were up and her heels resting on the edge of the bench behind the older girl. She was leaning back because Renee's cock, the big black one she had been wearing earlier, was buried in Cindy's ass. It looked enormous spreading Cindy's narrow buttcheeks apart. As I watched Cindy shifted her hands to Renee's shoulders and used the leverage to raise herself up a couple of inches, revealing the black latex shaft shiny with lube and her anal juices. Then Renee rocked her hips and Cindy groaned softly, biting her lower lip, as she slid down and the oversized strapon plumbed the depths of her rectum.

Both little girls were sweaty and disheveled, their faces pink with exertion and their skin shining in the harsh white hotel lighting. Renee's thick brown hair was a cloud all around her face and upper body, wet at the roots and kind of a tangled mess. Cindy's hair was also damp with perspiration but hers was shorter and more tractable than Renee's. Both girls' hair as well as their bare bodies were dotted with blobs and drips of cum but nothing like the mess that Karen had become.

Renee called out "Next!" in a hoarse voice, and the man standing next to the door at the top of the line pushed off the wall and stepped up to the children, opening his pants as he did. He was a boy, really, high school aged or at most a recent graduate, with black hair in tight ringlets and an olive skin tone much like Renee's. Acne peppered his cheeks. He was wearing cargo shorts and a light jacket over a polo shirt. Renee knew him - she greeted him by name. "Hi, Ronaldo!" she piped with a goofy stoned smile on her face, while Cindy blushed a little and looked away.

Ronaldo was tall enough that he had to bend his erection down some to get it at mouth level for the two children but they both immediately began kissing and licking up and down the shaft. "Shit," I heard him breathe out quietly as Cindy ducked her head to suck one of his testicles into her mouth, while Renee craned her neck sideways to capture his dickhead between her lips. The glans pushed against the inside of her cheek. Both girls sucked noisily and sloppily, and Ronaldo's genitals were soon shiny with saliva as were both girls' chins. They took turns sucking on his cock while the other lipped and nibbled up and down the shaft or used their lips and tongue on his heavy ballsack. Ronaldo rested his hands on the girls' heads, gently stroking their hair while softly exclaiming with pleasure.

The girls were using their mouths only on the boy, but each had one hand busy in the other's crotch. Renee wrapped her hand around Cindy's stiff little erection and twisted and pulled at it gently. Cindy shivered and tried to hump into Renee's hand but she was too deeply penetrated by Renee's big black cock to do more than squirm.

Cindy's hand trailed down Renee's body, pausing briefly to pinch her fat nipples and slap her plum-sized titties gently from side to side, making them shimmy and bounce and causing Renee to groan softly in her throat even as her mouth was stuffed with cock. Then she reached down and wormed her fingers behind the flat of the dildo pressed against Renee's chubby cooch. It was Renee's turn to writhe as Cindy's thumb found her clitoris and began making tight little circles. Renee gasped as pleasure caused her to tense her Kegels and the back end of the dildo shifted inside her tight vagina. The two children locked eyes as they nibbled up and down Ronaldo's pulsing cock, Cindy's pale, pale blue boring into Renee's hazel.

Cindy had only started having sex a few weeks ago but she had proved a quick study, as I had reason to know myself. She had an almost magical ability to figure out what her partners liked, sometimes before they knew themselves. Her fingers worked their magic and Renee threw her head back, eyes squinted shut. "oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOOGAGH!" she cried as, with exquisitely poor timing, Ronaldo reached his own peak and fired a huge glob of teenaged cum straight into Renee's throat, choking off her orgasmic moan in a coughing fit. Cindy wrapped her arms around the older girl, putting herself chest-to-chest and cheek-to-cheek with Renee. She looked up at Ronaldo with her pale blue eyes wide open and the teenager moved his spurting cock side to side so that hot semen splattered across both girl's faces. As his spasms weakened, he rested his glans on Cindy's bottom lip and the remainder of his load dribbled into her mouth. Cindy let him finish and when he leaned back she opened her mouth wide, lifting her tongue and showing the milky goo puddled behind her bottom teeth. Head back to prevent any of the liquid from spilling out, Cindy closed her mouth and swallowed, then opened and stuck out her tongue, showing her mouth to be empty. And then the two children showed why, after six hours of sex with strangers, they weren't disgustingly caked with drying semen like Renee's big sister: the two of them immediately went to work licking the jizz off each other's faces, smiling widely and swallowing ostentatiously for the audience.

I was achingly hard, watching my two child lovers perform sexually for a roomful of men. I was near ready to offer them my own cock when Cindy, her face now shiny with Renee's spit but otherwise clean, leaned back and pulled off her wristband. She put a hand to her stomach and belched loud and long, then giggled with Renee and some of the men standing around them. "I need a drink of water," she said, "And I want to walk a little. She got her bare feet under her and pushed herself up. Renee held her cock in place with her hand around the base of the shaft. Cindy winced as she stood. A drizzle of old lube spilled out of her distended asshole as the oversized strapon slurped free. She bent a little from the waist and gingerly pressed a finger around the edge of her sphincter, which looked open wide enough to accommodate a golf ball. "Come with me, Renee?"

Renee smiled and got to her feet, staggering a little and knocking over the TIP JAR next to their bench. "My foot's asleep," she said as she righted it and stuffed handfuls of cash back in. Straightening, she pulled off her wristband twirled it around a finger. She took a moment to finger-comb her waist-length brown hair back into place, pulling her fingers through a few clumps of drying cum. As they stepped around me arm in arm, Cindy looked up at me and smiled with her pale blue eyes sparkling. She was only waddling a little. Renee's face was carefully blank. I heard Cindy say to her little lover, "My stomach feels kind of icky. Let's get some more lube and when we come back we can let the men do butt stuff with us." They were out the door without a word to me. I had more molly and some THC gummies for both of them but no problem, I'd catch them later.

I went back outside and saw that another room on this floor was sporting a line out the door and down the breezeway. I walked down that way and as I stepped in I saw the line cut across the room and into the bathroom. The room's a/c was not running and the only light was what spilled out of the bathroom and the air was so thick with pot and cigarette smoke that my eyes immediately stung and teared up. Squinting through the haze I saw the forms of a child and an adult sitting on the bed. The glints of light around the kid's mouth confirmed for me that it was Lilah. I stepped over to the bed and sat down next to them. The man was middle-aged with a fringe of salt-and-pepper hair and a thick black beard also sprinkled with gray. He was carrying an extra fifty pounds in a big stomach and a pair of large drooping man-boobs. Lilah was straddling his lap with her knees on the bed, her arms around his stomach and her bald head snugged into the hollow of his neck. Her tattooed and pierced pussy gaped wide, her inner lips obscenely stretched around the man's thick, dark-skinned erection. Her asshole winked at me as she raised herself slightly, just enough for those inner lips to cling to the cock and pull away before she sank down again. "Now be the mommy," she was lisping at the man as I sat down. His chest hair was matted and shiny with the drool that steadily spilled over Lilah's lower lip and ran down her two down-pointing tusks.

In response the man cuddled one arm around the child's skinny, defaced body and gently stroked the other hand over her shaven head. "I love you, little Lilah," he said softly. "You're such a beautiful little girl, isn't it nice to have a house to live in and toys to play with? And nice clothing to wear when you go to school every day?" As he spoke he moved together with Lilah, slowly fucking his cock in and out of the nine-year-old's plundered snatch.

Lilah grunted softly in her throat and her breath hissed wetly out between her tusks as the adult penis plumbed her shallow vagina and butted against her immature cervix. "I love you, Mommy," she slurred in between thrusts, and the man answered with "I love you, too."

Lilah was beginning to whimper softly and her legs beginning to tremble with pre-orgasmic shivers when she said, almost too softly for me to hear, "Now be the daddy." The man grabbed Lilah's shoulder roughy and jerked her upper body back. Too quickly for me to react he took his other hand off Lilah's head and backhanded her savagely across the face, hard enough to knock her right off his cock. The little girl tumbled into the space between bed and wall in a tangle of skinny tattooed limbs. I was on my feet before I realized it and was about to jump to intervene when Lilah caught my eye from where she lay twisted on the floor and her lid closed over one solid blue orb in an obvious wink.

The man bent over and wrapped one hand around Lilah's neck under her chin and jerked her gasping to her feet. Now that I got a good look at it, her cheek where she had been struck was swollen and bruised and a shiner was coming out around that eye. This was obviously not the first hit she'd taken this evening. Tears leaked from those spooky dyed blue eyes as she started to say, "No, daddy, please..." but the man grabbed her ears and pressed his fingers into the hinges of her jaw to force her mouth open. With one hand he yanked her heavy brass septum ring up out of the way, drawing a yelp of pain from Lilah, and then brutally pulled her face down onto his cock. I heard the pop as his cockhead pushed through into her throat. Then she was choking and gagging as the man used her ears as handles to fuck her face mercilessly. Saliva spilled out of her mouth as the adult cock plunged noisily into the little girl's throat again and again. Under the bruising and under the wild tattoo of the Japanese fu dog that covered her from scalp to chin, her face went pink, then red, then darkened towards purple as she struggled to breathe under the vicious assault.

The little girl's eyes were glazing over when the man stiffened and lifted his broad butt off the bed. "Take it!" he growled between clenched teeth. "Take daddy's cum you fuckin' whore! UH! UH! UHHHHH!" He grunted and his body tensed as he ejaculated straight down the child's throat. Her legs gave way so she was being held up only by the man's hands cruelly twisting her ears and his cock buried in her gullet.

As his orgasm crested and passed the man relaxed back down onto the bed. He yanked Lilah's head up so that his softening cock fell free from between her toothless gums and he let her fall back onto the floor. Lilah drew in a shuddering breath and her body contorted in a coughing fit as cum and mucus dripped from her tusks. "Thank you, daddy," she sobbed out. The man stared down at her, his eyes showing an empathy that his harsh actions had concealed. "Thank you, daddy," Lilah repeated as she rolled over onto her back with her legs propped against the wall. Her scarred thighs fell open and she began mauling her clitoris with one hand, pinching the bud exposed by the slit open clitoral hood, then spanking her vulva and pulling at the grommets piercing it, repeating over and over "Thank you, daddy," as her voice climbed up and up until with a final "Thank you, daddeeeeEEEE!" she stiffened. Urine arced from her slit to splash against the wall and back down on her body as her body convulsed, more like a seizure than a simple juvenile orgasm. She twitched and shivered for a full thirty seconds until her body relaxed. She just lay there, her chest heaving and her tattooed skin wet with urine. Then, so suddenly I started again, the little girl bounced to her feet. "Thankth!" she said to the man, taking his wilting erection in her hand and giving it a friendly squeeze, before trotting over to the vanity next to the bathroom door. She ran water in the sink and splashed it on herself, rinsing off most of the pee. She turned and her blank blue eyes roved over the line of men going across the room into the bathroom. Some frankly gaped at the apparition of the mutilated child, her chrome tusks framing her toothless gums, the heavy brass septum ring resting on her upper lip, the roseate labret on her chin, the dozens of other facial piercing, the silver chain connecting her nipple ring to her bellybutton piercing, the six open gauges in her vulva, and her body tattooed from shaven head to foot. Some gaped, some looked away in revulsion, a few stared hungrily. "Who wanth to be my mommy and daddy?"

Before anyone answered there came a high, childish giggle from inside the bathroom and the sound of liquid splashing on porcelain. I got up off the bed and put my head through the door. Mariela was standing naked in the tub, laughing as two men urinated on her. From the soaked state of her curly black hair and the size of the yellow puddle draining slowly, these were far from the first who had done so. After a few seconds the men finished, tucked themselves away, and slid out the bathroom door. As soon as there was room, before the pee had finished dripping onto her toes, two more men entered, unbuckling their belts and opening their trousers. At age five, the kindergartner was just about waist-high to adults, at the perfect height to stand up and suck a cock, which she proceeded to do. First she held a penis in each hand, looking at them from all angles and comparing them curiously. One was uncircumcised and had a definite bend to the left. The other was smaller but stood up almost vertical and the uncovered glans was an aching purple. She started sucking, switching back and forth between the two cocks, jacking the one not in her mouth with little fingers that barely went halfway around its circumference. Her brown eyes were liquid and dark and looked up at the men's faces but I didn't think she was really seeing them. Her little body with its pudgy belly swayed slightly and she almost seemed to be in a light trance. The uncircumcised man climaxed in her hand and hot cum blasted onto her cheek and into one eye but she didn't jump or flinch or even blink, she just kept sucking on the other cock in her mouth. In only a few more seconds her cheeks ballooned out as more semen filled her mouth until she choked and it dribbled out her nostrils. As the two men stepped back her arms fell limp at her side. She stood there unblinking until twin streams of hot urine hit her in the face, washing away the gooey sperm. She twisted from side to side, letting the piss wet down all of her naked body, and giggled.

As I left the room I noted the two tip jars on the carpet next to the door, both of them overflowing with cash. (I took a moment to stuff them down.) Lilah was being cuddled by two naked boys who looked to be brothers. One was high school age or perhaps even a year or two older but the other was definitely not yet high school age. His cheeks, chest, and painfully erect penis were all innocent of hair. I traded a quick high-five with Lilah and made my way back up the length of the breezeway to the stairs. On the way I smelled Karen first, the sharp reek of her cunt and the huge amount of semen soaked into her hair and coating her face and body, before I passed her. She was holding onto the metal railing, walking slowly and painfully with little mincing steps, leaving behind a trail of droplets and footprints of semen as it oozed steadily from both her lower orifices, down the insides of her thighs to her feet. Her body shone with cum - in some places just a clear glaze, in others globs and patches of thick, clotting grayish-white. A man was waiting impatiently for her at the door of his room as she hobbled towards him.

Down in the suite, Marta was stretched out on the couch and Cindy and Renee were sitting on folding chairs at the table we'd moved to the center of the room. They were both kicking their bare feet above the worn carpet. Their wristbands were on the table along with the liter bottles of water they were each drinking from. They were chattering excitedly about what they'd done so far, how much cum they had drunk and their plans to spend the next while getting assfucked so as to spare Cindy's queasy stomach. Renee's breasts and Cindy's flat chest were both dotted with small flaking patches of dried semen.

I put a large tube of warming lube down on the table for them, and handed both a dose of MDMA and watched while they took it. Then I gave them each three gummies and told them to eat them before putting their wristbands back on. "Do we have anything to eat?" I asked the room at large. Marta shook her head, sweeping a hand towards the trash can overflowing with fast food wrappers. I fished out my phone. "I'm going to go get some pizzas to carry us through until breakfast. You girls tell Karen and Lilah to come down here before sunrise, and bring Mariela too. We're going to have a surprise auction." Ignoring their questions, I found the pizza place in my contacts and was calling in an order as I walked out into the parking lot to my truck.