Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 7

"This should be fun, if it works," I told Renee. It was Saturday morning and she was lying on her back on my bed. I was on my hip at her right side. We were both naked, our clothing in a tangle at our feet. I was sucking on one of her titties while caressing the other, and switching off every few seconds. She had her hands tangled in my hair. I could fit most of the eleven-year-old's small breast in my mouth and I was flicking my tongue back and forth over her large erect nipple, while doing the same thing with my thumb on the other one. Her olive-toned skin was supple and warm and tasted of her body wash. Her cock stood up straight from her bald crotch. It was one of the hyper-realistic ones with molded veins and a realistic scrotum. The glans, however, had a dramatic flare and a row of what could only be described as tiny studs around the rim. And at the base of the shaft was an accordion-like corrugation, like a bendy straw, so it could be moved to any desired angle. It did not have straps but rather seated in her vagina with a shorter, unadorned peg on the backside. She could make it wobble by squeezing her Kegels. Which she did, now, as I switched to her left breast and jacked her slowly up and down. My own cock was just as stiff. Owing to the difference in our heights, it was rather uselessly leaving smears of precum on the outside of her thigh. "So - " I switched breasts again - "What do you think?"

"Wha...?" Renee's eyes were vague and they drifted shut as I closed my teeth gently around her nipple. She murmured softly as I stretched it a little. I turned it loose and started lightly slapping her titties from side to side. They jiggled but remained firmly upright. That got her attention.

"Pay attention, slutty girl!" I laughed.

"Yes, okay!" she said mock-peevishly. Renee pushed my hand away, sat up and pulled her braids forward over her shoulders as I retrieved a box from the bureau. She twisted their ends in her hands, a sign that she was a little nervous. There was no reason; what I had proposed was far from the most outrageous sexual act the fifth-grader had performed in the two years since I had begun molesting her. I opened the box, revealing two large silver buttplugs and a bottle of lube.

"Me first," I said, and lay back down, pulling my knees up under me and arching my back. I heard the soft snap of Renee uncapping the bottle and then something cool dripped into my buttcrack, followed by her small fingers massaging it into my rosette. I grunted as she penetrated me with one, then two fingers, twisting them around to spread the lubrication all around my entrance. I bore down as her fingers were replaced with the touch of cool metal, and groaned as she pushed in the buttplug and my sphincter stretched just to the point of pain and then a tiny bit more before the widest part made it in. Then the rest was sucked in as my butthole closed up around the narrow stem.

I straightened, grunting again at the feeling of fullness and the pressure against my prostate. We switched places. I admired the smooth sweep of Renee's back and the swell of her buttocks. Before lubing her up I pressed my tongue against her tight starfish. She giggled as I nipped at her perineum. "Whoooof!" She exhaled as I pressed the buttplug in. It was a duplicate of the one I was now wearing, so proportionately larger to Renee's child-sized asshole. She grasped handfuls of sheet as I used a fair amount of pressure to get it seated. "Urgh!" she groaned and her head came up as it slid in and her rosette closed around the stem. "Wow," she panted, "it's big."

"Yah," I said. "Fun, isn't it?" She looked back at me, a bit of uncertainty in her hazel eyes. "Hey, monster!" I called, turning to the corner of the bed where Lilah squatted, watching Karen fuck for money on the monitor. The tv could be switched to the camera feed from Karen's "office" downstairs, for safety and also cheap thrills. Lilah had one arm wrapped around her knobby knees and with the other hand was alternately sucking her thumb and then diddling herself. She looked blankly up at the widescreen tv. Karen was in a high bridge position with her hands and feet close together and her head upside down facing the camera. Her hair hung down in a thick French braid. A fit-looking middle-aged man was standing between her legs. He had his hands on her hips and was fucking her. She made little yips and groans of pleasure every time his cock disappeared into her upthrust mons but her face - which the man couldn't see - was blank and her eyes were empty.

As for Lilah, the dye that made her eyeballs solid blue and her dilated black pupils masked what she was thinking, if anything. Her tusks clashed together as her mouth worked. She was drooling some, but that was a chronic problem. What with the tusks and her missing front teeth her lips couldn't close completely. Even so, the nine-year-old was a world-class cocksucker. Though that wasn't what we wanted her for just now.

I leaned over and dragged the nine-year-old so she was lying between us. "Monster, we want to fuck you now."

Lilah looked up at me with her spooky eyes. "Okay," was all she said. She ran her hands through her hair, now a couple inches long. It was coming in gray, not the white-blond she used to have. She held out her hand, finger extended, waiting for an invisible ... something ... to light on it. "Wow," she breathed, her eyes following whatever hallucination her broken mind was presenting to her.

As I untied the red and green ribbon that was laced through Lilah's vulva I looked up at Renee. "You want pussy, or ass?" Renee pointed at the little girl's tiny bald vulva and I let her finish pulling the ribbon free of the six chrome grommets that were punched through Lilah's plump labia majora. She tossed the ribbon over my shoulder onto the bed, then wetted her finger in her mouth and slowly inserted it into Lilah's cunt. Lilah sighed and kicked her legs a little. Smiling, I presented my index finger to Renee, who smiled back and sucked it into her mouth, then tongued it out while depositing a nice big glob of spit. Lilah gasped and her toes curled as I pushed in alongside my eleven-year-old lover's finger. She squirmed and made little squeaking noises as the two of us pumped her cunt gently. With my other hand I started toying with her pierced nipple, tugging gently on the silver ring and flicking at the little bead. Renee started doing the same with her other nip, this one notched where its former piercing had been torn out. She was rougher than me, twisting the nipple between thumb and finger and stretching it up, then releasing it to snap back. Lilah squirmed more energetically but showed no signs of discomfort. To the contrary her lips opened in a distorted smile, displaying the naked gums where all her upper and lower front teeth had been removed. Her tusks rang together almost musically.

"Okay, lube up," I said to Renee. We pulled our fingers out of the nine-year-old's deliciously hot cunny and I hoisted Lilah to a sitting position facing Renee, moving her skinny legs so they were spread open and loosely enclosing the bigger girl. She was so light. Despite a few weeks of a decent diet she was still rail-thin. The knobs of her spine and her ribs were prominent beneath the tightly-stretched skin of her back, beneath the top and bottom rocker tattoos the biker gang had gifted her with. I lightly stroked the child's shoulders, back, and sides as Renee grabbed her penis and clicked it several notches to an acute upward angle, then drizzled lube onto it and spread it with her other hand until the entire ersatz organ gleamed. She handed the bottle to me and I did the same with my authentic, albeit rather smaller, stalk. "Ready?" I asked. Renee nodded. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her hazel eyes were avid. Her new breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breathing.

I hoisted Lilah up under her armpits so the two children were eye-to-eye. Lilah opened her mouth, clashing her tusks together and softly growled, "Rawr!" at Renee. Renee fisted her cock, adjusting the angle so the head was just nudging against the younger girl's pierced labia. "Hi, cunt monster...eeee!" Lilah squealed as I let her down and Renee's cock pushed into her tiny opening. Most of the head penetrated but then it stopped, as Lilah's cunt was reluctant to dilate enough to meet the extreme flare of the glans. Renee put her hands on Lilah's boney shoulders and pressed down gently, then a little harder. Lilah's squeal went up in pitch and volume as pressure overcame resistance and the studded glans scraped the short length of her immature vaginal passage. "EEEE! Urgh!" she grunted as Renee bottomed out with more than half her length still outside. Lilah's vulva was distorted into a fat, swollen donut with the latex shaft plugging the hole. Lilah slumped forward and Renee wrapped her arms around the little girl, pressing their bare bodies together. "Oh, yeahhh," she breathed out. "I'm fucking you!" she whispered harshly in Lilah's ear. Her hips began working and Lilah's arms went around Renee as she bounced up and down on Renee's cock.

I was so proud of Renee. She had come so far from the innocent child that I had begun copping feels off of before her ninth birthday. Whether or not she knew it was wrong back then I never knew, but she enjoyed my improper touching of her private places and let it continue until the night when I began to show her what men and little girls could do together by masturbating her to her first immature climax and then introducing her to her first adult penis spitting hot gooey semen all over her face. She had proved an eager partner, learning all the different pleasures that her body could give her and never caring a whit for whatever instruction about "bad touching" they had at school or church. She'd never shown any inclination to tell, not even after the first time I sodomized her at age nine, and I know it had to have hurt her some. Her fascination with the penis proved even more personal than I could have imagined when, first as play and later with the help of a strapon, she pretended to have one of her own. That had unlocked something deep inside the little girl. She didn't want to be a boy. She loved being a girl and she loved the pleasure her cunny could give her, but she saw herself as a girl with something extra. The kind she was wearing now was the best for action as the ridged backside and the peg transmitted pressure and motion to her clit and vagina. At home she had a hidden collection of penises, one for all occasions, and she wore one nearly constantly. I would do anything to please my preteen lover and keep my unrestrained sexual access to her, so I was happy to learn to love being buggered myself, or anyway relearn it from my own childhood. But now that Lilah had come back into our lives we had an excellent way to use our penises together.

"Cunt monthter in my cunt," Lilah was mumbling in her ruined, raspy voice. "Okay, my turn," I said. Renee wrapped her arms around Lilah's middle and then they groaned together as Renee leaned back, putting more of her weight on the buttplug overfilling her ass. In reaction she pushed her pelvis upwards, driving her cockhead against Lilah's immature cervix. The shift exposed the pink rosette of Lilah's sphincter and I pressed my own cockhead against it, feeling it slowly yield as the well-lubricated head forced it open, slowly, slowly, and then all in a single thrust I buried myself to the hilt in the child's rectum.

"AAAA!" Lilah yelled, but it was only surprise, not pain. I mean, it had to have hurt her, but the terrible tortures the child had been subjected to and before that the massive overdose of LSD had broken her in all sorts of ways. Fortunately, one way was the severing of the link between pain and suffering. Her body registered pain as just another extreme sensation while her drug-induced psychosis was constantly serving up illusions just as extreme. I began thrusting, filling her ass to the greatest depth I could push, and she grunted, blowing hot little puffs of breath in Renee's face.

I looked over Lilah's shock of short silver hair to lock eyes with my little lover. "Can you feel it, Renee? Can you feel my cock?" Her hazel eyes were wide, her pupils large black pools I could lose myself in. "Yeah," she breathed, "fuck my cock with your cock," an anatomically impossible command under other circumstances. I grabbed a handful of thick brown hair at the back of her head and pulled her to me, covering her small mouth with mine. She thrust her tongue between my lips. She tasted of toothpaste and cherry lip balm. All three of us were sweating from exertion. Renee's hair was escaping her braids and strands of it tickled my nose, mixing the floral smell of her shampoo with her sweat. Now that Renee's hormones were kicking in she was developing a definite sharp body odor unique to her. It covered but didn't completely mask Lilah's milder, little-girl scent. And I'm sure by comparison I smelled like a gorilla to the two children.

I reached around and down with my other hand, groping beneath her tight asscheeks until I found the switch on the base of her buttplug. She stiffened and moaned into my mouth as a harsh hum filled the room and I felt the vibration transmitted from her ass, through her Kegels clenching the peg of her penis stuffed into Lilah's cunt and through the tissues separating it from my cock soaking in the savage heat of the tiny girl's asshole. Then I reached back and hit the switch on my own buttplug and Renee and I groaned together as the double vibrations sent our pleasure spiraling. We lost any coordination of our thrusting into the child we held double-penetrated between us, squeezing her hot, sweaty skin against our chests as she writhed. Her tusks clashed and her eyes rolled in her head as her sensorium was overwhelmed and - I could tell from the way her face went slack and her incoherent growling and moaning - she began hallucinating something either delightful or terrifying.

But I wasn't done yet. I dug in the covers for the popper I had put there earlier. I clenched my fist around the little cloth sleeve and cracked open the glass vial within. I pulled back from our kiss and pressed it under Renee's nose. As soon as she smelled the sharp tang of the amyl nitrate fumes her own hands came up to cover her nose and mouth and her chest expanded as she drew in a huge breath. Her pupils dilated and her eyes opened wide as a deep flush covered her cheeks and spread across her upper chest. Sweat shone on her forehead and her bare skin was slick and damp. I grabbed those beautiful titties with both hands, pinching the erect nips between my fingers as waves of shivers began to course through her. "Oh, ah, ah, AH, OOOoooOOOoooOOO Oh! Oh! OH!" Her voice climbed to a near shout as an intense orgasm blossomed in her barely-pubescent body.

I felt my own cum begin to rise but I didn't want to finish yet. So I spit on the fingers of one hand and wormed it down between the two children until I felt the bump of Lilah's clitoris, completely exposed by the incision I'd had to make that split her clit hood into two flaps. As my fingers pressed into the swollen little bud the effect was instant. "AAAAIIIRRRGGG!" Lilah growled as first her legs, then her entire body began trembling violently. She was still completely immature and yet her climaxes were even more dramatic than Renee's. Her mouth fell open, tongue protruding, and her head flopped backwards against my chest. Lilah grunted like a piglet, spitting Little spurts of saliva onto the valley between Renee's breasts. Lilah's arms flailed and, best of all, her sphincter clamped down like a vise, turning her into a burning-hot living cockring. I kept flicking her tiny bean and pushed my other hand into the small of Renee's back, pressing us into a Lilah sandwich.

Thrusting against Lilah's heat, my prostate screaming from the vibrator pressing against it, feeling Renee's convulsive thrusts against my penis, watching the eleven-year-old swoon from the drug coursing through her body, my own orgasm boiled over and burst through the constriction of Lilah's sphincter. It hurt like hell but it was the best hurt in the world, even though the backpressure started a deep ache in my testicles that I knew I would regret later. But later was later, and now I grabbed Renee again, knocked her hands away from her face and let the popper go flying and crushed Lilah between us and crushed my mouth against hers and we cried our joy into each others' mouths as each shot of semen blasted past the constriction of Lilah's asshole and filled her rectum with liquid heat and each wave of climax rippled through Renee's body and vibrated her crotch against Lilah's. I felt the vibrations transmitted to Lilah, pressed my hand against her abdomen and felt it ripple as I flicked my finger against her clit, felt the two cocks surging inside the tiny child, imagined Renee's penis stuffed into the tattoo of the gaping mouth of the viper whose jaws surrounded Lilah's vulva, imagined the quivering of its serpentine body inked on her belly. The shivers coursing through her got more and more intense with each press of my finger until finally she went limp, her drug-shattered nervous system so overloaded with sexual pleasure that she just passed out. She slumped against me as I leaned back, shoving my cock as deep into her as it would go as the last spasm shot through me, pushed her limp form forward to slump against Renee and I read the banner tattooed across her lower back, traced the gothic script that spelled out "Monster" in deep black ink.

We both fell backwards and lay like that for some minutes, with the semiconscious Lilah still deeply penetrated between us. Finally when my heart slowed and I had caught my breath I sat up and pressing my hand against the small of Lilah's back, withdrew. My cock had softened but her asshole was still squeezing me tight so there was a squishing sound as I slid out followed by a flood of semen before her starfish clamped shut. Damn, I had forgotten to put down a towel. Renee was still flat on her back, eyes closed, arms akimbo over her head. I lifted Lilah under her armpits and noted how her inner lips clung to Renee's cock as I pulled her up and off with an extended slurp. I set her gently on her back on the other side of the bed. Her eyes started darting back and forth, tracking something on the ceiling visible only to her; she pointed fingers at it, making little "pew pew" noises and chuckling.

I switched off first Renee's, and then my buttplug and in the sudden silence I heard the back door open and close as Karen's trick left. Shortly, I heard her on the stairs and when she came into the bedroom I was just finishing relacing Lilah's cunt and tying the ribbon in a fancy bow. Lilah was up on her elbows watching me. Karen looked a bit disheveled. Her makeup wasn't too bad but her hair was dark at the roots and her body gleamed with perspiration. She threw herself into the armchair and spread her legs wide. "Hi," she said to the room in general and then, a bit uncertainly, "Lilah, will you...clean me up, please?"

Lilah had the resilience of youth. Despite just having been brutally double-penetrated she cried "Yeth!" as if it were a special treat and hopped off the bed. She sort of hopscotched across the room and thumped down on her knees in front of Karen. She took a minute to examine the smears of cum decorating Karen's carefully waxed vulva and mound and then with a musical clash from her tusks the nine-year-old opened wide and smacked her face into Karen's pussy, sucking lustily at the oozing cunthole. Karen blushed at Lilah's noisy attentions to her private parts, then her eyes fluttered closed as pleasure started to rise from the nine-year-old's vigorous cunnilingus.

Karen winced as Lilah's razor-sharp tusks pricked at the delicate skin of her vulva. "Be careful, monster!" I admonished but Karen said haltingly, "No...it's, it's okay," and then she bent and whispered something to Lilah I couldn't hear. Lilah slurped lustily at the still-warm semen dribbling out. Karen's inner labia were suffused with blood, bright pink and flowered open. They were beginning to thicken as her body matured but they were still smooth and unwrinkled. Lilah was working her mouth open and closed and it looked like she was deliberately digging the points of her tusks into Karen's smooth vulva and Karen seemed to be...enjoying it? Her breathing came quick and harsh as she lay her head back on the cushion. She began moaning softly, then with greater urgency as she started to undulate in the chair. Her belly creased and then hollowed as she pressed her pelvis forward. She lifted her legs and pressed her heels against Lilah's tattooed back, then twined her fingers in Lilah's shock of short gray hair, and pressed her face harder into her cunt. The flow of semen had largely stopped now but was replaced by Karen's own gooey cream that became smeared across Lilah's cheeks. Karen's scent, sweet and pungent, began to fill the room.

Then without warning Lilah shifted her face to one side and jerked her neck back. I saw the point of her tusk stab upwards into Karen's swollen empurpled clitoris. I started to shout a warning but whatever I was about to say was drowned in Karen's long, rising moan of sheer pleasure. Ejaculate sprayed forcefully into Lilah's face. She choked and tried to pull back but was Karen held her fast. Sticky liquid coated her features, wetting down her hair and glazing her tattooed and pierced forehead, cheeks, and chin. She swiped a hand at her eyes, trying to clear them as Karen's orgasm continued and with each spasm more juice squirted onto her.

Karen went limp, her hands sliding free of Lilah's hair. Lilah sat down on the floor with a thump, blinking comically as girl-cum dripped from her lashes as well as her nose and chin. There was a puddle growing on the floor around her and a deep stain on the chair cushion. Her pupils were enormous, black wells in the solid blue of her eyes. Without a word, she crawled up into Karen's lap, pulling up her knees, wrapping her arms around the older girl and pressing her face into Karen's breasts. Karen's face was uncertain, maybe a little revolted now that her immediate sexual urge was satisfied, but she stroke Lilah's body awkwardly, murmuring nonsense to her in the same way she used to comfort the little girl when she was still an innocent little girl, before her father, before Moira, before Karen herself turning her out. Lilah's eyes closed and tears began to leak from beheath her lids, cutting a path through the sticky cream coating her face.

They sat like that for some minutes, Karen dozing with Lilah crying quietly in her arms, until there was a chime from Karen's purse on the side table. "Oh jeez, my next appointment," she said. "Take her, will you?"

"Just dump her on the floor, she won't mind," I said. Karen gave me an unreadable look, and then stood up and carried Lilah to set her down gently on the bed. She straightened and looked down at herself, examining her vulva and wiping at some tiny blood spots - Lilah's tusks had barely broken the skin. Then she went into the bathroom to piss and to fix her makeup. "Drink some water," I called after her as she headed for the stairs.

I got off the bed and squatted on the floor, reaching behind and bearing down to remove the buttplug. I winced as it came out; I'd be sore for awhile. I offered to do Renee's but she decided to leave it in for now, maybe fearing the pain I'd just experienced removing mine. She pulled on her panties over it - bending her penis down to emerge absurdly from the leghole of her panties and lie along most of the length of her thigh - and shrugged into a sports bra. She retrieved a book from her backpack, some urban fantasy going by the cover, and settled down on the bed on her stomach to read. She couldn't have had less interest in what drew mine - Karen, in living color on the tv, naked and masturbating idly on her bed downstairs as she waited for her next trick. I was smelling the thirteen-year-old's delicious scent for some time before I realized it wasn't smellovision. The pungent aroma was coming off Lilah's glazed face next to me on the bed. She was on her back, unmoving except for slow, steady breathing.

My penis, which I had thought hors de combat for a good long time, chubbed up a little bit as I lay on my stomach watching Karen finger herself, and I couldn't help myself - I leaned over and licked Lilah's face, letting Karen's delicious piquant flavor fill my mouth and my sinuses. Lilah had no reaction. Her eyes were open but unmoving - she seemed to be in a light trance. She seemed to spend a lot of her time that way, I was learning, when she wasn't getting fucked. So far as I could tell she'd lost the ability to read and she had no interest in any of the games or tv shows or websites that engaged little girls her age. She ate, slept, fucked...and this. It wasn't much of a life, but at least it was torture-free. Oh well, and at least she wasn't trying to kill us anymore.

Lilah remained passive as I licked Karen's girl cum off her tattooed face. Then I heard the door open downstairs and two sets of footsteps. Karen sat up, spread her legs and smiled that empty professional smile as she greeted two black men. One was very large, the other was smaller and had red highlights in his hair. It took me a moment to place them - Karen's classmate's big brother's comrades. They'd been there at Lilah's debut as a child prostitute, I recalled. What were their names? Punchy and...I couldn't recall the smaller one. They didn't waste any time. After putting a sheaf of bills in the jar on the bureau, Punchy didn't even pull off his sweatshirt, just kicked off sneakers and sweatpants, shoved Karen onto her back on the bed, and mounted her. The slender thirteen-year-old pretty much disappeared under his bulk. From the camera's vantage only her hands and feet were visible. His broad ass clenched and released as he thrust into the young teen. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," Karen gasped out, her voice muffled in the large man's chest, "Fuck my whore cunt!"

The bed shook with the force of Punchy's thrusts. "Girl, you say the weirdest shit," he grunted. Meanwhile the other guy (what WAS his name? De...something) was being much more fastidious, undressing and folding his clothes on top of the bureau, taking time to turn his socks right-side-out and ball them together. He turned back to face the camera, fisting his half-erect penis and as it grew I remembered thinking when I met him, it was the largest dick I'd ever seen that didn't come with hooves and a saddle.

"Flip her over, man," he said. Punchy withdrew and stood up and the two of them grabbed Karen before she had a chance to do more than say, "Hey..." Punchy took her hips, the other man grabbed her shoulders and in no time she was on her hands and knees crosswise on the bed. She groaned as Punchy thrust home again, then - DeShawn, that was it! - DeShawn grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up and shoved his massive cock into her mouth. "No teeth, bitch," he said without particular heat as he brought his hand down hard on Karen's bare back, hard enough to leave a red handprint behind. Karen's squeal was muffled by the man-meat forcing her jaw open to its limit.

The two were clearly running buddies - their thrusts were well-coordinated. Karen squealed when Punchy pushed in, choked and gagged when DeShawn shoved in too far. She tried to wrap her hand around the shaft to control his depth of penetration but her hand was too small and he was too aggressive. Her eyes watered and tears spilled, but she wasn't restrained and she didn't make the "need help" sign we had worked out. Thick ropes of saliva drooled out of her mouth and bubbled down DeShawn's tentpole. The bedspread below was fairly soaked by the time the two men coordinated a switch, apparently with nothing more than a look between them. Karen's eyes widened in alarm as she realized the monster that had been in her mouth was about to go into her vagina. She turned her head to follow DeShawn as he repositioned himself. "Go slow, ok, I can't take it all at onc...!" DeShawn ignored her. Her voice cut off as DeShawn breached her opening. The pain of the sudden extreme stretching of her labia shocked the breath right out of her. Her mouth gaped and her teary blue eyes got as big and round as dinner plates. Her arms collapsed and she clawed at the bedspread, gasping for breath and groaning softly. DeShawn grabbed her hips and the muscles in his arms swelled as he pulled Karen's slender ass against him. And Karen made a sound I had heard from her exactly once, two years ago on the night that I first penetrated her virgin child's cunt myself. "UuuughoowaahhaaeeEEII!" It started as a low groan, rising in pitch and volume to an agonized shriek as DeShawn's enormous flesh pole distended her vagina. She was shocked silent again as he bottomed out in her juvenile passage and banged into her cervix. He pulled back and then Karen's voice became a sobbing ululation in time with the man's thrusts.

Punchy gave her a little time to get used to the outrageous penetration but his patience was limited. He grabbed a fistful of Karen's hair and yanked her up, forcing her to get her arms under her or hang by her scalp, and then her sobs were choked off and replaced with wet slapping sounds and gagging as he began roughly pistoning his meat in and out of her mouth. He let go of her hair and instead grabbed her ears - they disappeared in his massive paws - and began violently fucking her face. Strings of thick, mucus-laden spit squirted from her stretched mouth around the hot brown manflesh and covered her face, mixing with the tears and snot already smearing her makeup.

The face-fuck was effective, though. Before long Punchy started to breathe heavily and threw his head back. Karen convulsed and sperm erupted from the seal of her lips. He pulled out and as the young girl coughed and gagged and spit hot cum he was painting her face with several large squirts. One shot splashed up into her hairline. The next caught her square in her right eye, making her jerk back and cry out in surprise. The next sprayed across the bridge of her nose onto her left cheekbone. One more clogged her nostrils and weaker dribbles fell into her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

Punchy stepped back, his smile showing off a gold grille. DeShawn, though, wasn't close to done. He shoved his cock as deep into the young teen as it would go, causing Karen to spray jizz and thick drool off the edge of the bedspread onto the carpet as her breath left her again. Then he leaned forward enough to drop a glob of spit right onto Karen's clenched asshole above the drumhead-tight skin of her taint. With his right hand he spanked her ass twice hard enough to make her cry out, then took his thumb and with little finesse or delicacy, twisted it back and forth and pressed on her rosette until it yielded. Karen groaned softly as he pushed inside her until the web of his hand was up against the base of her spine. He pistoned his digit in and out, pushing downward against the pressure of her overstretched cunt. It had to be terribly uncomfortable for the young teen but I didn't miss her hand stealing beneath her and the way her sperm-clotted lashes fluttered in pleasure as she made contact with the swollen bud of her clit.

But then - "Ohhhh!" she exclaimed as Punchy yanked himself out of her, stalk and thumb together, and repositioned his organ, shiny with Karen's lubricating cunt honey, with the head against her twitching sphincter. Karen's eyes went wide and she had enough time to beg "Oh no, please, not my aaAAAAAAIIIIIEEEE!" before a grinning DeShawn grabbed her hips again and brutally penetrated her back entrance. Karen's cry rose to a scream and she kept on screaming, "NOT MY ASS! NOT MY ASS!" as her asshole was stretched beyond endurance and DeShawn's remarkable girth filled her rectum. He kept shoving and yanking her skinny hips back against him, pushing further and further until finally his wiry pubes were crushed against Karen's pale skin. She was screaming in pain now, not pleasure, for all that she was still frantically tugging at her astonishingly oversized clitoris.

Renee's head had jerked up from her book at Karen's first cry of real pain and as she took in the scene on the television her whole body tensed. She leapt to her feet, her face like thunder, and would have charged out of the room and down the stairs in her underwear, dick flapping, had I not grabbed her arm and held on. "Let...go!" she cried, struggling, too upset in the moment to use any of half-a-dozen moves she knew to break a hold.

I jerked her towards me, off-balance for a split second before her reflexes kicked in. "Hang on!" I half-shouted into her face. "Did you see Karen call for help? Did she holler her safe word or make the sign?"

Renee's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were flashing but my words got through. "No..." she said reluctantly. "But he surprised her! Look!" And she pointed at the screen where Karen was beating the mattress with the hand that she wasn't frantically masturbating with, screaming and crying so hard she was almost gagging as DeShawn sodomized her unmercifully.

"She's not unconscious," I shot back. "If she wanted help she'd let us know." Which was true, but holy carp she did not look like she was having any kind of fun. Still, she wouldn't thank us for busting up a session with a client without her signal. I pulled Renee against me back-to-front in a hug as I whispered in her ear. "You know it's just part of being a whore. She likes it to hurt sometimes, it makes her cunt hotter than anything."

Renee squirmed against me and I realized that watching Karen had me half-hard again. I ran a hand across Renee's breasts inside her sports bra and down to her bare stomach. She tried to wriggle away but I tightened my hold and dipped a hand inside the waistband of her panties. "Stop!" Renee whispered urgently, but my fingers had slid down her bare mound and found her preteen cleft. I pushed gently against the shaft of her penis and found to my surprise that she was a little damp. A breath caught in her throat as I circled my fingertip gently around the little pea of her clitoris. We would have to talk about this later but for now we simply stood and watched her older sister taking it up the ass.

The black man ignored Karen's cries and pleading, forcing his organ into her back passage again and again until finally with a yell he shoved deep enough that Karen's head jerked up and back and a long, final scream of agony was torn from her throat as Deshawn filled her ass to overflowing.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Deshawn let go of Karen's hips and used the heels of his hands against her asscheeks for leverage as he pulled away. Karen's asshole stretched back and clung to the enormous dark brown pole as if reluctant to let it go. But as it popped free Karen collapsed face-down on the bed, her blonde hair hanging down over her face onto the carpet.

DeShawn zipped up, buckled his belt, then removed a wallet from his hip pocket and slapped a couple of bills next to the money jar on the bureau. Looked like a big tip from here. "Nice one, whore," he smiled, exchanged a low-five with his buddy and then, smiling, the two of them left, leaving Karen lying prone and motionless on the soiled bedspread. A moment later we heard the security door click shut.

Renee wanted to head downstairs but again I stopped her. "Give your sister a minute of privacy. She'll be up here soon." And I clicked the remote, switching the tv to commercial porn from the view of Karen struggling to get her legs under her. We heard her whimpering as she made her slow, painful way up the stairs and finally she walked - or rather waddled - naked into the room, half bent over with one arm wrapped around her cramping tummy and her other hand pressed against her violated asshole. Clumps of her hair were glued to the semen drying all over her face. She brought with her the pungent aroma of her drenched cunt and the heavy stench of semen. She hobbled to the chair and threw herself down, only to bounce up with a yip of pain and roll over, ending up on her knees with her head pillowed on her arms on the cushion. There were ten fingerprint bruises on her hips.

"Karen!" Renee exclaimed and dropped down next to her big sister, wrapping her in a fierce hug. Karen rolled up on one hip and hugged Renee back, pressing her cum-covered cheek to Renee's face. A brief rictus of disgust passed over the younger girl but she mastered herself and planted a kiss on the flushed skin beneath the coating of semen, then quickly licked her lips clean. "Are you ok? Karen, did he hurt you?" Karen shook her head wearily and started to speak but Renee interrupted. "Karen, you're bleeding!" And indeed, there was a thin trail of blood from Karen's gaping asshole down the inside of one coltish thigh.

"It's ok," Karen mumbled. Painfully, she rolled completely over so that her feet were flat on the floor and she was slumped in the chair with her back flat on the cushion and her head and shoulders propped up. "Just...ask Lilah to come clean me." At the mention of her name, Lilah was there. I hadn't seen her move or heard her make a sound. Just, she was suddenly there, naked on her knees before Karen. As if she had done it before - and, considering, she probably had and to people way less pretty - she got her skinny arms under Karen's knees and with surprising strength lifted them up and folded the older girl double so that her ravaged anus was exposed. Lilah opened her mouth wide and pressed the points of her tusks into the tender skin on either side of the wrinkled opening, then extended her tongue like a baby bird and sucked. It was wet and noisy because her dentition prevented a seal, but a huge glob of sperm filled the dark opening, overflowed and dribbled into Lilah's mouth. She closed her mouth briefly and swallowed. As she did, the points of her tusks dug into the reddened skin and Karen jumped. Lilah kept sucking at Karen's asshole until the flood of semen was reduced to a trickle. Then she licked all around, rimming the older girl expertly and then working in a widening spiral, cleaning away all the cum and blood.

Then Lilah sat up, straightening her slender neck, and went to work on Karen's pussy. Every time her tusks dug in, Karen yelped. Was Lilah biting down harder? "Be careful, monster!" I admonished but Karen flapped a hand weakly at me. "No, it's OK," she said, and then, so faintly I barely heard, "I deserve it."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Renee yelled, startling everyone. Her round face was like a thundercloud, her eyes black with anger. She rolled atop Karen and straddled her, waggling her finger - and, incidentally, her unconfined penis - right in Karen's face. "Karen, you had nothing to do with what Moira did! I read online about people killing themselves, and it says people are going to do what they're going to do, and if anyone tries to blame you they're wrong." And heedless of all the jizz coating Karen's face and hair, she threw herself down onto her big sister in a fierce hug and pressed their lips together. I admired her panty-clad ass. "You're my sister and I love you! Moira was a bad person!"

"No," Karen shook her head. She was crying harder. "No, I loved her!"

"If she wasn't bad, why did she do it when she knew it make you so sad?"

Karen's only response was full-out blubbering. Renee hugged her naked big sister harder and buried her head in her shoulder. She had jizz all in her hair and on her face now, too. "Love you, whory whore," she said quietly.

Meanwhile Lilah was continuing to noisily slurp up Karen's creamy, thick secretions from her vulva and thighs. Karen's remarkable clitoris was still swollen and dark with blood and Lilah fastened her lips around it and sucked aggressively, making the thirteen-year old stiffen and moan. Karen's moans got louder and more urgent as Lilah bit down, squeezing the scarlet knob between her gums, working it from side to side of her mouth and curling her tongue around it. Cunt cream started to flow again from between Karen's spread petals. Lilah slobbered it onto her chin, then she adjusted her angle and Karen jolted, bucking Renee briefly into the air as Lilah trapped her pleasure knob between one set of tusks, pressing it against the razor-sharp edge. "Oh God," Karen moaned. "Bite it, harder. Harder!" But instead, Lilah opened her jaw and released Karen's clit, only to reposition her head to trap it between her other set of tusks. "Yaaaiii, oh God, yessss!" Karen cried as Lilah trapped the swollen bud again, this time pulling back so it stretched out, a taut band going pale and bloodless and Karen screeched as it gradually scraped along the knife edge of the chromed tusks, pulling free, but Lilah bit down harder, holding the very tip of the clit against the stress until with an audible wet snap and a spray of tiny blood droplets it pulled free and curled back against Karen's mons.

Karen's cry of pain turned into a long, low moan of release as her pelvis jerked and her feet lost their purchase on the floor. All Renee could do was hold on as Karen's heels shot forward to either side of Lilah and a flood of gooey cunt cream gushed from her slit, splashing on Lilah's face. The child sputtered as it filled her mouth and nose and she fell back on her buttocks on the floor, her expression comically stunned. Her blue eyeballs were so smeared with cream they looked like aggie marbles. And as she had nearly every time Karen had squirted onto her since she had come back to us, she started to cry.

Karen gently pushed Renee off her and the eleven-year-old rolled to the side. For a moment it was all a tangle of bare feet and legs, Karen's pale skin contrasting with her little sister's darker tone. Then Karen slid off the chair. She cried out as her violated ass hit the floor but she wrapped her arms and legs around Lilah, enfolding her in a fierce hug as the tears ran down the little girl's ruined face. She stroked Lilah's short gray hair, murmuring in her ear and stroking her sticky face, running her fingers across the giant brass ring in her septum, the sterling labret in her chin, and all her other piercings. Renee followed her big sister off the chair and joined the two in a messy three-way hug. Her penis stuck up absurdly in the midst of the tangle of limbs. "It'll be okay, Karen, you're such a good whore. Love you whory whore."

I was about to join the girls and maybe stick my own penis into the midst of the tangle of limbs, when Karen's phone jingled again, confirming Renee's statement. "Oh jeez," she snuffled, ran her hand through the cum drying in her face and hair, and gently disentangled herself from the younger children. "It's Mister Al, he likes to go last and hear about everyone before him." That was good news, anyway. The older gentleman had remarkable staying power but he was also very gentle with Karen, fucking her with grandfatherly affection.

Karen limped into the bathroom to get ready. Renee scooted back from Lilah, uninterested in continuing the hug without her big sister. Lilah apparently felt the same, as with a "Rawr!" in Renee's direction, she turned away and curled up on the floor, still crying softly, and while masturbating her tiny pussy with one hand, used her other to scoop Karen's essence off her face and into her mouth.

As I helped Renee to her feet, I made sure to grab her penis where it was pressed againt her thigh. I bent to whisper in her ear, "I sure would like to suck that cock before you go home," but the eleven-year-old shrugged me off and followed Karen the bathroom to clean up. Oh well.