Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 4

Renee and I were fucking on the bed next to Lilah. Lilah's unconsciousness had shaded into normal sleep and she was out cold. Small wonder after what she'd been through. She snored wetly, untroubled by the bouncing of the mattress and the noise of active rutting right next to her. Not even tugging, hard, on her remaining nipple piercing roused her.

Renee hardly ever wanted to let me at her vaj anymore - she was wearing a penis these days pretty much 24/7, including at home and at school. I think she only took it off for track because there was simply no way to hide it in those shorts. Anyway, I wasn't going to let the rare opportunity go to waste. Our clothing was in a pile on the floor. The eleven-year-old was on top, riding me slowly while I played with her magnificent breasts. They were still small, hardly a handful, but I loved them. Her nipples were large, not just the areolae but the nips themselves, pointy and as big around as my pinky and when she was aroused, like now, stiff enough to poke into my palms. She shivered as I flicked my thumbs across them. She shook her head and her thick, wavy waist-length hair cascaded forward, tickling my stomach. "Oh, yeahhhh," she breathed, and I groaned as I felt her tense her muscles. Her cunt, already almost painfully tight, squeezed harder on my cock as she wiggled her ass to ease me deeper inside. I moved my hands off her titties, trailing my fingers down her sides, causing another shiver and a spray of gooseflesh across the olive skin of the preteen's torso. I grasped the cheeks of her ass and started moving her back and forward, thrusting to meet her and adding a little hip gyration, watching how her titties bounced with those big nips pointing at the sky. She had pudged up some in recent weeks, probably getting ready for another growth spurt so her belly jiggled a little in time with our fucking. The muscles in her arms and her thighs were well-defined from all her time in the dojo and I loved watching her quads flex and feeling her glutes tense and relax under my hands. I let my fingers creep inward until I could peel her cheeks apart and press an index finger against her asshole. Immediately she relaxed the ring and let me push in. "Yeah," Renee repeated, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck my slutty cunt, I love your finger up my ass, push harder!"

From the very beginning, when I started molesting Renee at age nine, I had taught her to talk about what I was doing to her and how it made her feel and now vocalization was a completely natural part of her sexual response. I withdrew my index finger from her ass just long enough to add a second finger, making her moan and push backwards. I slid my other hand around her hip and started massaging her clitoris with my thumb. Compared to her sister's, Renee's clit was much more modest in size but penetrated as she was with her still undeveloped inner labia and prepuce stretched by my girth, the little bud poked out, standing proud against my pole. "Mmmm," Renee grinned and then as I gathered lubrication from our joining and rubbed harder her expression slackened, and as I pressed two fingers deeper into her ass her mouth opened in an "O" of pleasure. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, aaaaaaAAAIIIOOOoooOOOoooOOO! OH! OH! OH!" Her voice climbed and broke in a squeal as her orgasm rose and crashed over her. Her cunt clamped down, her entrance contracting so strongly it really did hurt a little while her interior rippled and twisted around me. She fell forward with her hands on my shoulders, arms straight, her thick brown hair a fragrant cloud around us. Her breath was sweet and hot on my face. Her calves clamped tight on my hips and I felt full-body shivers running through her. She was still a little girl, just at the beginning of puberty and her journey into adolescence but she came hard!

I loved fucking the eleven-year-old, had loved fucking her since I had deflowered her at her own insistence at age ten, loved it more and more as her own sexual response got more intense. I felt the beginnings of my own cum and so I surged upwards, withdrawing my two fingers from her ass with a pop, pushing up to a sitting position and then pressing Renee back down until our positions were reversed. Her muscular legs came up and wrapped around my waist, squeezing tight. I started thrusting hard but carefully so as not to butt too strongly against her cervix - she was still too little to take my full length. Supporting myself on one arm I started lightly slapping her titties back and forth, watching them jiggle and bounce and then start to redden under the gentle punishment. Then as my nuts drew up I swooped down, humping my back so that I could bring our lips together, kissing her hard and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, her tongue meeting mine aggressively, moaning into her mouth, "Here it comes, Renee, take my cum in your slutty cunt, oh, oh, OH, OH, AHHHH!" as I fired volley after volley of hot semen into her immature vagina, the pleasure intensified by the constriction of her cuntlips around the base of my penis. "I LOVE YOU," I cried as the pleasure crested and then slowly ebbed, and I really did. At first I had just used her as a sex toy. I remembered fondly our first real encounter when she was just nine, when I masturbated her and ejaculated on her face on the huge sectional couch in her living room with her parents and big sister asleep upstairs. But her eager response and evident enjoyment quickly brought about a mutuality despite our age difference and gradually sex play became true lovemaking.

She wasn't what you'd call romantic, though. My orgasm had hardly faded when she thumped me none-too-gently on the shoulder. "Get off, I have to pee," she complained. I complied, withdrawing my still-hard erection with a slurp. Renee hopped off the bed and trotted into the bathroom. She didn't bother to close the door as she plopped down on the toilet. "Ahhh," she sighed and I heard her urine stream hissing into the bowl. She rocked forward, her bare toes just brushing the tile floor, then sat back as her stream diminished and ended. She looked down at herself. Her mons looked bald from this distance but I knew there was a spray of fine, hardly visible dark hairs just starting to feather it. Her vulva and thighs were gooey and shiny with my jizz. Without wiping she pivoted to squat over the bidet, another oddball luxury in this otherwise undistinguished townhome, and rotated her hips to direct the warm spray to wash herself clean. Twice she paused the stream to bear down, pushing out globs of my love juice to plop into the bowl. Even though she did her own laundry at home, part of her normal household chores, she understood the importance of not leaving semen stains in her panties where Jenny or Rob might find them.

I rolled over to find that Lilah was awake. Her eyes darted back and forth and she raised her hand tentatively as if she was trying to catch something. "Hi Lilah," I said, and her gaze went to me only briefly, then her eyes went back to tracking something only she could see.

"Butterflies," she murmured, though her missing front teeth and those tusks made a liquid, lisping hash of the word. "Butterflies all over me, butterflies tickle me, so pretty, pretty colors..."

I rested my head on one hand with my elbow bent and looked down at the child's fantastic body art. "Lilah, do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?"

"Butterflies..." Slowly her eyes swam into focus and the little girl looked at me. Did she see me? I had no idea. "You...you're the cunt monthter," she said slowly. "But..." She thought for a long few seconds. "But my cunt doesn't hurt. And...butterflies..."

I figured I should go with the flow. "That's right, Lilah, I'm the cunt monster. But I'm the good cunt monster. And this is the good monsters' cave."

"Good monthterth?" She tasted the words, her tongue darting out over her bare gums. The silver tusks clashed together as her mouth worked, making a sound like a knife running over a steel.

"Yes, good monsters," I repeated. "We don't hurt each other here. We live here, and we eat good food, and we love each other."

Renee came back into the bedroom and stood at Lilah's bedside, looking down at the smaller girl with some anxiety and sadness. "Do you know who I am, Lilah?" she asked.

Slowly Lilah's eyes refocused and she shrank back towards me. "You're the cunt monster, too! But you hurt me! I'll fight you, RAWR!" and she curved her hands into claws but her voice trembled and tears filled her eyes.

"No, no, Lilah," I soothed. "We're all good monsters here. The other cunt monster won't hurt you, will you, cunt monster? Will you?" I hit the words hard to make clear Renee had better agree.

Renee shook her head wordlessly.

"See? We want you to live here with us, Lilah, and be a good monster and let us love you, too. Wouldn't you like that?"

Lilah laid back, her eyes again darting around the room, watching something only she could see. "O...kay..." she breathed out and then her attention turned inward. "Butterflies..." she whispered again.

At that moment I heard Karen's light barefoot tread on the stairs. She walked into the bedroom. She was still naked, of course, having spent the past 3 hours whoring herself to a parade of men and teenagers. Her long blonde hair was a mess, tangled and dark at the roots with sweat. Her cheeks were flushed and shiny with perspiration. Bright red lipstick was smeared all around her mouth and mascara smudged under her eyes. There was a blob of fresh semen on her chin. Her high breasts were covered with bite marks and spattered with more jizz. Her cunt was overflowing. Her entire crotch was coated with different shades and consistencies of white goo in various stages of drying. Trails of cum ran down her inner thighs past her knees. Her eyes had the somewhat dazed look that she got when she had been fucked hard enough and long enough to bring her close to sexual satiety. Her scent wafted into the room with her - a cocktail in which the main ingredient was the smell of her well-fucked cunt, increasingly pungent as she entered teenhood. That was mingled with a strong odor of sweat, her berry shampoo, top notes of several different men's colognes, and underneath it all the heavy, bleachy smell of cum.

"Did you get fucked really good, whore?" I asked casually, delighting in the blush that spread across Karen's face and down over her clavicle. Even now, after more than two years of being a child prostitute, after countless sexual encounters with men, women, boys, girls and the occasional dog, after earning with her cunt a bank account that would top six figures before she entered high school, she was still humiliated when confronted with her body's urges. Deep inside she still believed that what she was doing was horribly wrong. Deep inside she still quailed when she took her clothes off in front of yet another strange adult.

But Karen couldn't help herself. Her body demanded release and she was helpless before that need. And as she had learned to do in order to keep her sanity she ruthlessly crushed those feelings. Her lips turned up in a lewd smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, yeah," she sighed. "Especially Paul, that's why I saved him for last, he pinches my whore clitty and I just..." her knees trembled as a mini-climax rolled through her body and a small squirt of liquid leaped from her sopping cunny to patter onto the carpet. Karen steadied herself with a hand on the dresser, gulped, and as her eyes swam back into focus said, "...I need to clean up."

But at that moment Lilah raised her head. She snuffled, inhaling hard and tasting Karen's heavy scent. And her stomach growled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Hungry," she murmured, then more decisively, "I'm hungry."

I remembered what the mainstay of the child's diet had been while she had been enslaved to the biker gang. "Wait, Karen," I said. "Come here and let Lilah clean you up."

"What? No!" Karen shrank back into the doorway. "She - she HURT me! She said she would kill me!"

I got out of bed, the air cool on my softened penis, still wet with Renee's preteen lubrication. I took Karen's arm and guided her back into the bedroom. She resisted but she was weak, wrung out from three hours of almost continuous orgasm. "No, please," she whined, "I'm scared of her."

"Nothing to be scared of," I assured her. "Lilah's a good monster now, isn't that right, Lilah?" Showing more animation than she had since her collapse, Lilah nodded. She inhaled deeply again, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. With her front teeth gone and those horrible tusks, she couldn't help but slobber a little. "Renee, help me."

Renee understood why we had to keep Lilah here but there was no time now to explain it to her big sister as I had to her. She grabbed Karen's other arm, ignoring the look of hurt and betrayal the older girl gave her. Together, against her weak resistance we walked her around the bed. I took one leg and pulled her up so that she straddled Lilah's tiny naked form and against increasing resistance pushed her forward and down. Lilah was snuffling like a bloodhound and as soon as Karen's slimed thigh touched her cheek her tongue snaked out to gather a dollop of semen. She rolled it around her mouth. Her tusks clashed as she broke into a grin and craned her neck upwards, pasting her mouth against Karen's dripping quim and sucking lustily.

"Oh!" Karen exclaimed as she felt Lilah's hot breath on her most intimate parts. Her resistance ceased and she fell forward, catching herself with her hands gripping the headboard. She moaned as Lilah found her clitoris, still swollen from her recent activity, and nursed at like a baby, sucking it clean of its coating of gooey sperm. Karen's thighs relaxed and spread, pressing Lilah's head back into the pillow. Lilah responded by slurping harder, moving all over Karen's coated mound, her labia, her thighs, and back to her dripping flower. "Ohhhh, god," Karen was moaning softly, continuously and started hunching her ass to rub her cunt all over Lilah's face.

"Ohhh, ohhh - ow!" Karen's eyes opened wide and her body jerked hard enough to make her breasts bounce. "Ow, ow, ow!" I looked down to see that Lilah's tusks were pricking Karen's vulva as the little girl opened and closed her mouth to slurp up all the cooling sperm. Renee took a step forward from where she had been watching warily but I stopped her. I could see Karen's nipples were erecting, bright and big as cherries, and the sexual flush spreading across them and up her neck. The points of Lilah's tusks weren't breaking the skin but the quick darts of pain were driving Karen's arousal. "Ow, oh, oh, ow, ow, oh, oh, OH, OH, OHHHH JEEEZ!" Karen's voice rose to a shout and suddenly Lilah was choking and snorting as Karen's hot ejaculate sprayed into her mouth and up her nose, coating her face with a sheen of thick, pungent girl-cum.

Karen collapsed, dropping her head to rest on her hands where they gripped the headboard. Renee and I had to half lift her off the bed to get the older girl's full weight off Lilah's frail form. Karen stood shakily, her knees trembling as she watched Lilah roll to the side, leaning off the mattress to cough and drool Karen's sex juices onto the floor. But after a moment Lilah relaxed onto her back with a wide, distorted smile and her frightening solid blue eyes shiny with pleasure. "Yum, yum," she slurred, and then her eyes unfocused and again she was enthralled by something that only existed in her broken mind.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up, whory whore," Renee said, not unkindly, as she half-supported Karen to walk shakily towards the bathroom.

Over the sound of the shower I called out, "When do you guys have to be home?" And then as a thought struck me, "What the hell are you doing here anyway? It's a school day!" I'd been so caught up in first the terror and then the pleasure the morning had brought me I hadn't stopped to wonder what the girls were doing here in the middle of the week.

"In-service day," Renee called back. "We're supposed to be home..." she checked her phone "...soon. Mommy and Daddy said we can go out for pizza."

"Can you stay for another hour?" I asked. "I need to shop for some stuff for our new guest."

"Not clothes," Renee giggled. "Okay."

It took a little longer than I said and by the time I got back both girls were ready to go. Karen was dressed in a demure cap sleeve blouse, buttoned up so you could see the gold cross resting in the hollow of her throat. She was wearing a bra and not even a hint of her spectacular nipples showed. A peasant skirt fell to mid-calf and her Chucks knockoffs covered her ankles. Her hair was loose, brushed until it shone, tumbling in golden waves over her shoulders and down her back. Renee had rebraided her hair. She had on one of those camisoles with a semi-structured bra sort of built in under her vintage dress - just the top of it was visible at the point of the dress's v-neck. Hiking boots completed her ensemble.

"Just one second and then you can go," I told them. I rummaged in one of my bags until I found what I wanted and handed it to Renee. "You should give this to Lilah. She's awake."

Renee looked puzzled at the length of shiny blue ribbon for a moment, but then understanding dawned and she smirked at me. "Hey Lilah!" she called, running into the bedroom and jumping to land on her knees on the mattress. Lilah was lying in the middle of the bed, arms and legs splayed out like a naked tattooed little starfish, her eyes tracking back and forth on the ceiling, face in an open expression of childish wonder at whatever she was currently hallucinating. "Close your eyes," Renee commanded and Lilah did without complaint, revealing the staring fu dog orbs tattooed on her eyelids. It was a little unsettling - heck, downright bizarre to be honest - but Renee was unfazed, the way she was unfazed by nearly everything.

Lilah twitched when she felt Renee's hands on her tiny cunt but she obediently kept her eyes closed until Renee told her to open them. Then she stared down at herself, lifting and spreading her legs to cant her pelvis for a better view. Renee had laced the bright blue ribbon through the six grommets embedded in Lilah's vulva and tied it in an elaborate bow at the top of her bald mound. Lilah broke into a childish grin of delight, making her tusks clash as they slid together. She traced the fingers of one hand along the criss-cross of fabric. "Thank you, cunt monthter!"