Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 40

As expected, by the time I turned onto the long dirt driveway that wound back to the rental, Cindy, Renee, and Karen were all feeling pretty rough. Three and a half days on, well, let's call it a performance-enhancing substance, almost no sleep, and more or less continuous sex had taken its toll. Cindy and Renee staggered from the truck to the house and didn't even make it upstairs but crashed out on a couch fully dressed, limbs entwined. Karen was exhausted too but her continuing spontaneous orgasms denied her any real rest. The weather was mild and so to save the bedding, the upholstery, the hardwood floors, and to keep her scent from getting into the curtains and other fabrics, I put her in a folding camp chair on the front porch. She sat there naked with her legs splayed, trying to doze. She wasn't masturbating - another sign of her exhaustion - and her hands hung limply down outside the chair's arms. But even without being touched her clitoris remained an angry, inflamed red and her labia were thickened and flowered open and her whole vulva, dotted with dozens of tiny pinpricks from Lilah's tusks, was swollen and bright pink. Every few minutes her breathing would speed up, her face would flush, she'd let out a moan and a little squirt of liquid would fly up a few inches into the air and splash down on her crotch. The chair's canvas, unfortunately, was waterproofed so after a couple hours she was sitting in a slowly-deepening puddle of aromatic cunt cream. I had a momentary flash of a crying eleven-year-old sitting in the first such puddle of her own making in a kiddie chair in Renee's bedroom and smiled at how we had come full circle.

I wasn't sure what to expect of Lilah. From what Cindy had told me she'd had a pretty serious psychotic episode. But despite having taken just as much drugs as the other girls had and been fucked just as many times, she was the only child behaving mostly normally - if you ignored her total nudity, the tattoos, piercings and the chrome tusks that mutilated her nine-year-old body and the cuts and bruises that further defiled her. She had two ugly shiners and one cheek was swollen, distorting her already mangled expression into a sneer. But she gobbled down a snack of two peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches and drank nearly a quart of milk, then took her new puppy, apparently named Mommy despite being obviously male, out to the secluded yard to play.

I went out to sit on the porch with a glass of wine, watching Lilah's ink and piercings shining in the sun, and trying to control myself as Karen dozed next to me. Alone out of every male at the hotel, I had gotten my dick wet exactly zero times during the whole three-plus days and between Lilah's naked body tumbling around with the puppy plus the intoxicating smell of Karen's cunt and the erotic sound of her exhausted moaning next to me, I was, well, neither suffering nor enjoying were quite the right word so, experiencing a bout of extreme priapism.

I was also extremely tired. I'd gotten more sleep than the girls to be sure but I'd been keyed up for the whole time, monitoring the goings-on and worrying about all the things that could go wrong leading to subsequent contacts with the criminal justice system. Now that no one named me had been arrested and the cash was tucked away I found myself fading rapidly. Not even dipping my wineglass into the sticky mess Karen was sitting in and enjoying a Karen cunt cream cooler was enough to keep my eyelids from drooping. With a regretful look at the 13-year-old's swollen cunt and another at the naked nine-year-old frolicking in the grass with the puppy, I stood up and went inside. I found the primary suite upstairs with a lovely 4-poster canopied bed. I lay down and was almost instantly asleep.

I was a long time waking. I became peripherally aware first of whispering and giggles but they didn't really rouse me, they just got folded into whatever dream I was having at the time. As I gradually rose up towards wakefulness I had a vague sense that something was wrong but still drifted in and out. It wasn't until I went to scratch an itch on my cheek that everything crystallized. My hand wouldn't move. That startled me into wakefulness. I tried to move my hand again and heard a metallic rattle. I turned my head and discovered that my right wrist was encircled by the hot pink fur-covered handcuffs I had bought Karen two Christmases ago. The other cuff was locked around the bedpost. I gulped air and discovered that all my limbs were immobilized. My other hand was likewise tied to the opposite bedpost with clumsily-knotted clothesline, and my ankles were similarly bound - I was spread-eagle on the queen-sized bed, barefoot but otherwise still fully dressed as I had lain down.

There were more giggles. I looked around me. I saw three little girls' faces atop three naked torsos. Cindy was to my left at the head of the bed. The gems on her nipple rings sparkled in the low-angled late afternoon sun coming through the window. She was grinning from ear to ear. Renee was next to her towards the foot of the bed. The two children were holding hands. Renee's expression was that perfectly neutral poker face that was so disconcerting on one so young, but her eyes were dancing with suppressed excitement. Her breasts wobbled ever so slightly with her rapid breathing and I couldn't help but notice that riding atop the delightful olive-toned little mounds her fat pink-brown nipples were crinkled and erect.

A soft moan and the sound of liquid splattering on the wood floor pulled my eyes to Karen on the right at my head. Her eyes were squinted shut and she had a death grip on the bedpost, supporting herself as her legs trembled and she panted through yet another unwilling orgasm.

Past Karen I saw Lilah on hands and knees on the floor. She was presenting her butt to the puppy. Its untrimmed nails clicked on the parquet as it bounced and capered around the naked nine-year-old. Lilah reached up with one hand to spank her little pussy. The puppy made a soft yip and thrust its nose into Lilah's butt. I heard its tongue slap wetly against skin and Lilah's head came up. "Good Mommy," she said, and wiggled her butt, encouraging the puppy to slurp at her privates again.

"Uh, girls?" I said as I tested my bonds and found that, however amateurishly the clothesline was knotted, it was not coming loose. "What's going on?"

"Surprise!" Cindy said and clapped her hands.

"Uh, yes, this is a surprise," I said, "But how about you untie me?"

"Oh, no, that would ruin it," Cindy said as she climbed up onto the bed. No surprise, she was completely naked. She threw one slender brown leg over me and sat down on my stomach. She leaned forward so we were almost nose to nose. "I know you didn't get to have any fun because you were running everything. And you did it for me." She put her hands on either side of my face and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue darted out and I opened my mouth to let her in. My tongue found hers and they slid across and tangled together. "You did it for me," Cindy whispered into my mouth and then she was pressing her body against mine. I could feel her penis was hard again and she moaned softly into my mouth as she ground it against my belly. The handcuffs rattled as I tried to bring my hands down to caress my little girl.

Cindy pushed herself up. I looked down past the glint of her new nipple rings to see the bright red tip of her penis pressed against the fabric of my shirt. "We know you worked hard, and so Renee had the idea." I looked past my little lover and caught Renee's eye where she stood next to the bed. For just a moment, so quickly I almost missed it, one corner of her mouth quirked up and malice shone in her hazel eyes. Cindy turned her head to look at Renee who instantly schooled her face back to neutrality. Oh boy.

Cindy dismounted me but stayed kneeling on the mattress. "Lilah!" she cried, making the shaven-headed younger girl stop tumbling around the floor with the puppy and look up. Cindy pointed at the bulge which had formed in my trousers despite my trepidation about what Renee had in store for me. "Lilah, penis!"

"Penith!" Lilah answered gleefully and vaulted up onto the other side of the bed. The puppy whined and tried to follow her but the bed was too high for it to easily mount. As Cindy began to unbutton my shirt, Lilah was fumbling with the clasp on my trousers. The tug of the fabric around my waist released as they popped open. Lilah's tusks rang together and her eyes were wide as she pulled down the zipper and spread the fly of my underwear. I gasped as I felt warm, small fingers close around my swelling cock and pulled it out and upright. "Penith!" Lilah declared again and then, opening wide, bent and smoothly engulfed my organ, pushing her bruised face down without stopping. I felt her tusks pressing against my pubic hair at the same moment as I felt the familiar delicious heat and pressure as my cockhead filled her mouth and then popped into her gullet. Her bald head bobbed up and down and she gargled noisily as saliva spilled onto my crotch.

I groaned as I felt Lilah's throat muscles rippling and squeezing my organ. She gagged and choked, her face reddening beneath the fantastical designs inked into her skin. Her heavy brass nose ring bounced on the top of my shaft as she moved her head up and down, never letting my erection emerge from her throat. Her marbled blue eyes widened and became shiny with unshed tears. I felt the heat of her tiny snatch as she humped herself against one leg of my pants.

Finally, when Lilah's face was almost purple with exertion, Cindy put a hand on her forehead and pushed gently. Lilah lifted her head and upper body, coughing as my cock left her throat. Her muscles gripped me, reluctant to let go. As my cock fell from her lips between the silver shafts of her tusks, the little girl's flat chest heaved as she took in a huge breath. Her eyes went vague as the influx of oxygen dizzied her. She slumped bonelessly to one side and rolled off the bed. I winced at the thump as she hit the floor but her voice piped, "Here, Mommy," and she laughed as the little dog stood on her, tail wagging madly.

Then Cindy was throwing her leg over me again but this time with her back to me. She reached back and spread her little cheeks, revealing her asshole glistening with lube. She flexed and the tight little pucker gaped open, squeezed shut, gaped again. She dipped her head to look at me upside-down from between her thighs. Her soft, light brown hair tumbled in waves around her face. At the apex of her spread thighs her little scrotum was tight and pale.

Grinning, she reached under and grasped my cock. Her fingers were warm and soft. She angled the stiff flesh, shiny with Lilah's spit, and rocked back until the head was pressed against the pinky-brown little zigzag. She made a soft noise in her throat and flexed again and I felt the muscle ring open around my glans. Cindy pushed harder and I lifted my hips off the bed. We gasped together as her sphincter engulfed my cockhead and squeezed. Her interior was hot and rough against my skin.

Gasping and moaning softly, Cindy began to rock her body. With her thighs spread around my much wider hips, she balanced herself with her knees sinking into the mattress and her hands on my thighs. Each time she rocked back my cock penetrated the child's ass a little deeper. The hot, rough inner walls of her rectum squeezed and pressed against me. I groaned each time her weight pressed, forcing my cock further and further in until she sat back. I could feel the warmth of her buttocks through my underwear. She turned her head and grinned at me with sweat shining at her temples and beneath her pale, pale blue eyes. "Oh yeah, Cindy," I gritted out. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your tight little ass!" And, obedient child that she was, she did.

She raised up and let gravity pull her back down, grunting each time I bottomed out in her. "Fuck me!" she exclaimed, a little breathlessly. "Fuck me with your cock, your big Mister cock." The dirty bedroom talk was a first for Cindy. Our sexual relationship had evolved more or less naturally, not as part of a deliberate campaign of corruption as with Karen and Renee and I had not made it part of our lovemaking. Hearing it now in the ten-year-old's innocent piping voice was like live wires applied to the base of my spine and I writhed and bounced beneath her. For a few moments the room was quiet except for our harsh breathing and the sounds of flesh sliding on flesh. Cindy's cheeks were split apart by my manhood. Her asshole reddened and became slightly inflamed as I filled her again and again. "Ooooh," Cindy moaned as she sat back, resting her full weight in my lap and letting me fill her completely. She turned her head to look back at me. Her eyes were wet and then spilled over, tears running down her flushed cheeks. "Your cock saved me," she said quietly. "You saved me." And then she bent forward and began riding me, faster and more energetically until the bed was squeaking and the mattress was bouncing and we were both groaning and heaving. I wished I could run my hands over the tan smooth skin of her back but the feel of the rope around one wrist and cold metal around the other thwarted me again and again.

The telltale tingling was just beginning behind my scrotum when Cindy sat up. She wiped sweat off her forehead with a thin brown arm then turned to give me a crooked grin. My blood was pounding in my temples and my panting was harsh in my ears. I felt the mattress shift as another child climbed on and then Cindy leaned to the side slightly, revealing Renee kneeling naked between my spread and bound legs. Cindy put her hand on Renee's shoulder. "This is my girlfriend," she said in a voice of muted wonder that such a thing were possible.

Renee's hand cupped Cindy's cheek. "This is my girlfriend," she said with quiet certainty. Then she leaned to the side, revealing to my eager sight her child's breasts with their large pink areolae and fat erect nipples. It revealed something else as well: the heavy silver barre that had crossed the apex of Renee's vulva was gone. She must've unscrewed the beads and removed it while I napped. There were only a pair of tiny reddened divots in her olive-toned skin showing where she had been pierced. But her vulva was stretched open around the monstrous black dildo she had been wearing earlier. The black plastic shone in the overhead light.

"I love your cock, Renee," Cindy said. She wrapped her hands around the thick black shaft, laying her fingers between the ridges and blunt spikes that covered its surface. "I love it," she repeated, then leaned forward and kissed Renee. Renee's arms wrapped around Cindy's bare back. I groaned softly as Cindy's ass shifted on my penetrating cock. The two children pressed themselves together, Renee's hands roaming over Cindy's back, down to her pillowy tan ass, around to her swollen nipples to tug on her nipple rings. Cindy moaned into Renee's mouth as her hands skimmed up and down over Renee's cock, tugging it lightly up and down and in little circles, making Renee gasp in turn as the backside peg moved in her juvenile cunt. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the mingled perfumes of the children's sweat and Renee's no-longer-quite-pre-pubescent arousal. There was a moan from my side and again the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor and Karen's heavier scent twined around the younger girls'. I fell into something almost a trance, letting the sensations and the sounds and scents of preteen loving fill my mind.

I was brought back to myself by the feeling of Renee's small hand closing around my scrotum. My balls felt heavy and turgid as she lifted them. I opened my eyes. Cindy had turned to look at me. Her wide set pale eyes seemed enormous as her gaze locked on me. Her expression was concentrated and serious. "Sometimes good people do bad things," she said softly. "People that love you can lie to you. Maybe they think they know best but they're wrong. Especially if they're lying to trick you, or to not get in trouble."

I didn't know where this was going. "What...?" I started, but Renee cut me off with a "Shh!" and a finger on her lips...and also a very quick, sharp squeeze of my balls.

Cindy's eyes were shiny again, and as she continued a single tear rolled down her cheek. "They can hurt you. Maybe they don't mean to. But sometimes even if they love you they hurt you on purpose. To make themselves feel good. Or like I said to keep themselves out of trouble. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They're loving you the best they can. But they're, like, broken. And bad things get through the broken parts where the love can't stop them."

My breath caught in my throat as I felt my scrotum lifted up and cold plastic pressed against my butthole. I tensed. Renee leaned forward. She turned her head and pressed it against Cindy's flat chest and her hands came around the younger girl to grip two handfuls of my shirt for leverage. The muscles beneath her olive skin swelled as she pressed forward. "Stop," I gasped. The pressure against my back door increased. I could feel my face screw up as I tried to resist. I tried to twist away but Cindy pressed herself down, impaling herself fully on my still steel-hard erection.

"I love you," Cindy said. "You saved me. But my girlfriend says you lied to her. You lied to her and made her hurt her sister and you lied to her sister and you hurt her, too." I groaned as my sphincter finally yielded. Renee's cock was not lubed, and she was not being gentle. She put all her weight into it and my groan became a yowl and then a sob as I was broken open and hard plastic battered against my insides.

Renee spoke to me for the first time. "This is what it feels like when someone you love hurts you." After that, she ignored me. She pressed her lips to Cindy's cheek. Cindy's eyes bored into mine as Renee gently licked away her tear, and then Cindy turned away from me. Her lips met Renee's. The two girls undulated together, their movements slowly increasing in speed and violence as Renee viciously sodomized me. It hurt, and it hurt all the way from my ass to my prostate and then, it seemed, inside my erection. I was painfully hard and every squeeze and twist of Cindy's rectum hurt more.

"Oh god," I sobbed. "Please, Renee, it hurts."

"It's supposed to," I heard Renee's serious voice, and then she stopped talking to me.

The next few minutes passed in a haze of misery. With each thrust of Renee's outsized cock into my ass, the corrugations and spines scraped across the tender skin of my sphincter. Red flared behind my eyelids as agony filled my center, from the straining of the overstretched tissues of my rectum to the deep ache that tore at my prostate and thrilled up the length of my cock, kept iron-hard by the constriction of Cindy's bowels. Each squeeze was a new pulse of pain that felt like it was burning up my penis from the inside. Surely it would burst apart at any moment and my life would pour out. Over my own sobs and incoherent begging I heard the sounds of Renee and Cindy's lovemaking, the gasps and sighs in their high, childish voices, the "oh, yes," and "do that again" and "so good" mixed with the wet sounds of skin on skin.

My mind was so occupied by my own torment that I barely noticed when a knee depressed the mattress next to my head. But then I felt the heat of another body hovering over my face. I blinked and through the blur of my tears I saw Karen looming over me, her naked body already dripping with sweat. Her soaked and swollen cunt was inches from my face. The thirteen-year-old's normally sweet voice was rough and strained. "You made me a whore," she said. I tried to shake my head but I was transfixed by the vast sadness that I saw in her clear blue eyes. "You made me a whore," she repeated, this time with a certain wonderment as if tasting the truth of the words for the first time. Then Karen's face cleared. A lusty smile spread across her immature features and her eyes danced. "So eat my whore cunt!" she exclaimed and arched her back to press against me.

Suddenly I was suffocating under the weight of Karen's body and the heat of her crotch. She moaned loudly and my mouth and nose filled with hot, sticky juice. My sinuses burned as her heavy scent filled my head. I coughed and choked but Karen frotted herself against me harder. I couldn't breathe as more and more of her steaming cunt cream covered my face. My eyes stung. I felt her essence wetting my hair, dripping down my cheeks, pooling in the hollow of my throat. "My cunt, my cunt, my whore cunt!" Karen was almost shouting now and she clamped her thighs against my ears as her adolescent body began to tremble. She lost her grip on the headboard and her full weight pressed my head down into the pillows. I was literally drowning in the flood of her juice. A desperate gasp resulted in liquid clogging my trachea and I convulsed, my vision going red and then gray as my body cried out for oxygen. I passed out with Karen's orgasmic shrieks ringing in my ears.

I couldn't have been out long. I gasped and sweet air filled my lungs. I hurt everywhere. My wrists and ankles burned from pulling against my bindings. My arm and shoulder muscles felt strained, my hip joints ached. And worst of all was the heavy, painful throbbing in my cock. My rectum was blissfully free of Renee's giant intruder but my sphincter burned as air moved across it.

Lilah's voice blended with the puppy's yips as she played on the floor, seemingly oblivious to the brutal rape that had just taken place. As my vision cleared I saw Karen and Cindy standing on either side of the bed. Both children looked tired and disheveled with sweaty faces and tangled hair. Cindy was absently tracing one of her new nipple rings with her index finger. I looked down. Renee still knelt between my spread thighs, her monster cock covered with my anal slime. She too looked mussed and worn out, but her poker face was firmly in place and her hazel eyes were calm as she gripped my erection in one hand and began to jerk me off with a clinical detachment. The room reeked of sex, of my sweat, of Karen's cunt, and very slightly but still alarmingly of the copper taint of blood and things less pleasant that I could feel oozing from my gaping asshole onto the sheets.

Despite the deep, unrelenting throbbing that filled my abdomen, now that my cock was no longer constricted by Cindy's tight rectum, I felt a spike of desire and in moments my ejaculation was rising. It was going to be volcanic and I would probably hurt even worse afterwards but it would be worth it. Then a scream was torn from my throat as Renee placed her other thumb at the root of my erection and pressed hard. My rising cum was blocked and the orgasmic release became painful spasms that filled my cock, my testicles, my entire abdomen with anguish that pushed out any rational thought. "Please..." I heard my own voice begging but I couldn't have said for what.

After a long moment, Renee released my tormented manhood and sat back. Still stiff, my cock dropped to my stomach and semen drooled out but there was no pleasure associated with it, just that horrible ache and a spreading numbness. Renee turned away from me and without a word climbed down off the bed. I felt Cindy's hand smoothing my soaked and stiffening hair. Her face was full of compassion and also something more adult, as if her ten-year-old eyes now saw the world clearly. No. Not the world. She saw me. She saw all the way into me. She saw me and what she saw was less than what she wished for. I shivered. I was still mostly dressed, just my shirt open and trousers undone, but I suddenly felt more naked than I ever had.

"Now you think about what you've done," she said quietly. Then she bent and her lips were cool against my forehead. Without further word, Cindy and the sisters turned and left the bedroom. I heard their bare feet slapping down the stairs, leaving me alone except for a giggling Lilah and the sound of her Mommy's tongue on her pussy. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe around the hollow feeling in my breast.

EPILOG

The running shower and the children's laughter woke me. I rolled over. The sheets were still warm but the bed was empty. I stretched luxuriously, allowed myself a few seconds of malingering, then sat up. I pulled on a robe, stepped over the pile of Lilah and Mommy in their shared doggie bed, and headed downstairs to start breakfast.

Jenny would never have let Renee have a sleepover on the night before school started but her school didn't start for a week. And true to my word I made sure the girls were asleep at a decent hour by, one, declaring the night would be drug free and two, going to bed if not to sleep right after dinner.

As had become normal, Renee and Cindy concentrated on each other. I was free to join in pleasuring either or both of the children as long as I didn't expect reciprocity. And that was fine. I was perfectly happy to have two sets of beautiful preteen breasts to admire, caress, lick and suck, two beautiful crinkled assholes to rim, Renee's pussy to eat and Cindy's cock to suck.

Cindy's breasts were indeed, to my eyes, magnificent. They were still small, no more than half a tangerine or so but pointy, and they stood straight out from her narrow chest. Her nipples had grown but the areolae were still barely as large as a nickel and the nipple itself just a little ball bearing. She loved it when I put my tongue through her nipple ring and licked that little bead while tugging gently on the ring. Last night at dinner Renee and I had given her a new pair of sterling silver rings as a present. The colors of her new school were green and gold. I had given her a ring set with a tiny emerald; Renee's had a garnet in an identical setting. She had beamed when Renee and I had pulled her tshirt over her head and had each put one new ring through her nipple piercings. She spent the rest of dinner with her delightful breasts bared to the table and glowing with happiness.

So while the girls kissed and used little pocket vibrators on each others' privates I was perfectly happy to suckle at all four of their breasts until they shone with my saliva. Then I moved down and with the two girls entwined chest-to-chest but their pelvises canted open I spent time sucking Cindy's penis. All the while I was gently fingering Renee. Her cunt was hot and tight and smelled delightfully spicy. I moved my index finger gently inside the eleven-year-old while my thumb rubbed up her slick crease and over her erected clit to brush back and forth over the fan of soft black fuzz that now adorned her mons.

When Cindy started gasping and shivering with little preorgasmic shocks I switched off, gently massaging her cock in a light grasp while I slurped and licked avidly at Renee's aromatic preteen quim. Then when Renee seemed to be getting close I switched back, changing back and forth until both little girls were moaning into each others' mouths, their hands clutching at each other as I did my best to keep them both teetering at the edge of their climaxes.

It was almost time, I thought, as I rocked back on my heels. Renee had wound her hands into Cindy's light brown hair and was tugging on it, hard enough to hurt it looked to me. Meanwhile Cindy was slapping Renee's breasts, making the little globes dance and shimmy as she spanked them back and forth, pausing only to squeeze a fat, stiff little nipple until Renee squealed. Both girls' bodies gleamed with sweat and the roots of their hair were damp. Renee's olive-toned skin and Cindy's light brown were both pinkened by the sexual flush on their faces, necks, and upper chests. Their feet moved randomly against the flannel sheets. I focused on twenty little toes, Renee's painted black and Cindy's alternating gold and green and just let my love and lust for the two of them wash over me.

I was brought out of my trance by Renee bowling me over. She cannoned into me and knocked me onto my back. My head bounced on the pillow. She swarmed up my body, rolling to the side to yank open the nightstand drawer and remove a condom. Some weeks ago I had let her ruin a whole box of them as she taught herself how to open and apply a prophylactic one-handed and she did so now with effortless skill, pressing it against my cockhead with two fingers and then unrolling it down the shaft with an open fist. And then with no more prelude than that the eleven-year-old lifted herself astride me, adjusted my cock to the correct angle and "oh, FUCK!" she exclaimed as she dropped her weight, penetrating herself fully in an instant.

Renee let herself fall forwards, turning her head to let her cheek press against my chest and her thick brown hair spread over me. She bounced her hips several times, whining in her throat each time her cunt engulfed me to its full depth. Her pelvic muscles were already twitching and squeezing, almost milking me. Renee was growing but she was still only eleven and her thighs though muscular were slender and my average-sized cock still looked huge with her labia stretched around it.

Renee froze with her back arched and her butt up in the air. She reached back and spanked the globes of her buttocks, the sound sharp and loud in the bedroom, and this was Cindy's cue. She knee-walked up between my thighs, her penis stone-stiff in her hand, the head flushed almost purple. Renee sighed as she felt the warmth press against her asshole and then as Cindy penetrated her another "oh FUCK!" came out halfway between a sob and a cry of pleasure.

The three of us froze there for a handful of seconds, each of us adjusting to the sensations. For me it was the heat of the girls' bodies, the sharp smell of their sweat and their arousal, the increased pressure on my cock from Cindy's little spike filling Renee from behind. Then Renee lifted her head just enough to reveal one hazel eye staring muzzily through the tangle of her hair and gritted out, "Do me!" Cindy and I both immediately started thrusting. At first we made no attempt to coordinate our action and Renee yelped and cried out as her cervix and rectum were battered back and forth. Then I reached up and wrapped my hands around Cindy's skinny hips and we began to work together, each of us taking the lead and then easing off as in turn we felt ourselves getting close, working to prolong our pleasure as long as possible.

Finally Renee's voice climbed up the scale. Her fingernails dug into my side and she forced herself down onto my cock, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Cindy thrust in and let herself fall forward so she was lying atop Renee's muscular back. I wrapped my arms around both girls and squeezed. "oooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOOOOO!" Renee sang as her climax overtook her. I felt hot juice soak my pubes and then my orgasm erupted, spurting to fill the condom inside her and Cindy yipped and rabbit-punched into Renee's ass in her own series of quick orgasmic spasms.

As the pleasure crested and slowly waned in all three of us, I let my arms relax. I cradled Renee's head and Cindy nuzzled at the back of her neck as Renee's body shook with quiet sobs. She almost always cried after sex now. I had tried to talk to her about it once but the look she gave me was so fierce and angry I simply held up my hands and was silent.

"Yaaaaay!" The silence was broken by Lilah's clapping. "Good fucking!" she cried in her high, raspy voice as she bounced up from the dog bed she shared with Mommy. The mutt had grown rapidly and now outweighed Lilah. His coat had remained snow-white and the two had become inseparable - often literally.

This morning, as I went back upstairs to call everyone to breakfast, was one of those times. There were soft giggles and conversation coming from Cindy's bedroom. In my room was the thumping of Mommy's broad doggie chest against Lilah's tattooed back, the clinking of her nose ring and the ringing of her tusks against each other and Mommy's whining as he dumped his load of doggy cum into Lilah's well-used little puss, followed by her "oh, oh, oh! OH!" rising in pitch and volume as the dog's knot swelled, stretching her immature labia to their limit and beyond, spreading the jaws of the serpent tattooed around her vulva until it could have swallowed a grapefruit without difficulty.

"Breakfast is ready," I called. Then, smiling down at Lilah I added, "Come down as soon as you can get loose." Lilah grinned her distorted grin and barked at me. Mommy whined happily and began the maneuver to dismount and turn butt-to-butt.

Cindy and Renee tucked eagerly into their pancakes and bacon. Renee and I both admired Cindy in her hunter green pleated skirt and matching blazer with the gold buttons and the embroidered school crest. The younger girl practically glowed with happiness. She hardly sulked at all when I sent her back upstairs to put on a sports bra - her nipple rings had been plainly outlined beneath the white shirt that in just a few short weeks since our back-to-school shopping trip was already getting tight on her. Gym class was soon enough for her jewelry to be revealed. Dark green tights and clogs completed her outfit. Her hair was done up in perfect French braids which meant Renee had done them for her - neither Cindy nor I had yet mastered that skill.

Renee was dressed casually in the jeans, sweater, and hiking boots she had been wearing when she arrived last night. Her hair was up in a sloppy bun, secured with enameled chopsticks. She ate steadily, quietly, her face blank but her eyes fixed on Cindy, only occasionally cutting a glance my way.

The girls were just finishing up when I heard Lilah's bare feet slap on the stairs followed by the clicking of Mommy's claws. The child skipped into the kitchen, grayish-white dog semen smeared all over her crotch and dripping out of her distended vaginal opening. Lilah's gray hair was tangled around her heart-shaped face. They both got the same breakfast, two over-easy eggs on a bed of dog kibble, presented in two identical bowls set on the floor. The little girl and her pet were happily munching away as the older girls gathered their things - a backpack for Renee and a smart cross-body messenger bag for Cindy. At the back door they shared one more lingering kiss, then Cindy skipped down the steps and pushed her new bicycle into the alley. She mounted up, waved, and pedaled away to her first day at her new school. Renee watched her go. She turned to look at me for a moment, her hazel eyes clear and her expression perfectly neutral. Then without a word she set off. I went back inside and called Jenny to let her know her younger daughter was on her way home.