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   Jenny's Couch Book IV: A House In Gross Disorder, part 2 (Mg, Mgg, gg,
ped, oral, anal, fist, dp, cons, semi-cons) by Rufus Fugit

   I guess Rubin was still paying his yard guys because the townhouse
looked fine from outside.  The tiny patch of lawn was trimmed and the hedge
that ran along the property line was nicely squared off.  The rosebushes
under the front windows had been pruned and a riot of daffodils were
blooming around them.  Inside, though...

   "Oh, dear." The smell hit me as soon as I stepped through the front door
into the entryway.  It was dim and chilly yet stuffy inside.  The furnace
wasn't running and all the windows were closed with curtains drawn.  The
close air was heavy with the sour smell of dirty laundry and mildew.  There
was a hint of something spoiled which made me dread going into the kitchen,
and over everything the reek of unwashed bodies and spilled liquor.

   I stepped into the main room and the smell got stronger.  Discarded
clothing, toys, and used dishes were scattered on every surface and all
over the floor.  Rubin was flat on his back at the far end of the room with
his head under an end table.  An empty vodka bottle and a scatter of beer
cans surrounded him.  He was nude, and not clean.  Supine, the weight he'd
gained since his beloved wife's untimely death was obvious.  His limp penis
peeked from his thick black bush, the wiry hair matted with dried semen. 
There were more flaking splotches on his thighs and belly.  His pudge
quivered in time to a phlegmy, unhealthy-sounding snore.

   At the other end of the room the tv was on the Disney channel, volume
almost muted.  And sitting with her face only inches from the screen was
Rubin's 7-year-old daughter, Lilah.  Like her father, she was naked.  Her
knees were pulled up tight against her chin.  She was sucking her thumb
with her index finger laid over her snub nose.  Her hair was filthy and
matted.  There were patches of sticky, drying fluid on her face and
glinting off her prominent ribs.  Her other hand was pressed between her
heels and her tiny bald sex.  What I could see of her vulva was swollen and
irritated, and a dark pink gash gleamed wetly between splotchy rash. 
Lilah's face stayed blank as she stared at the screen, except that as her
fingers pushed and probed at her slit her eyebrows lowered and her the skin
tightened around her dazed blue eyes.  "Lilah," I called her name softly.
She didn't move.  "Lilah!" I said again.  Still no response.  I sighed.

   Moira stepped out from behind me and stopped, her nose wrinkling in
disgust.  Her brown hair was pulled back and gathered at the nape of her
neck.  She was wearing a simple, pale blue dress with three-quarter sleeves
and a V collar.  Big buttons went all the way down from the collar to the
knee-length hem.  With the toe of a well-worn athletic shoe she pushed a
pair of stiff, stained men's briefs to the side.  Her legs were bare.

   "So, okay," I said, "It's a bit worse than I thought it would be."

   Moira snorted softly and a corner of her full mouth quirked up.  "A
bit," she said flatly.

   I took Lilah by the upper arm and lifted.  She stood, unresisting, but
neither did she pay any attention.  She just stared at the tv, sucked her
thumb, and masturbated.  I didn't bother trying to get her to dress
herself. I just draped my jacket around her shoulders and walked her
barefoot out of the house and down the walk to my truck, leaving Moira to
deal with Rubin.

   Lilah sat huddled in my jacket.  If this were a sedan and not a truck it
would've been against the rules for her to ride up front - she was too
small.  Her legs stuck straight out over the edge of the bench seat at
mid-calf.  She twiddled her bare toes together.  She was silent for the
trip to my hotel with her eyes fixed on her feet, her left thumb in her
mouth, and her right hand inside my jacket at her crotch.

   The hotel - not the long-stay businessman's place I usually booked when
work brought me to the city - was actually within walking distance of the
Daubersteins' townhouse, but not for Lilah in her current condition.  It
was a little shabby, formerly a chain motel built before the city sprawl
encompassed the highway exit where it sat, now family-owned.  Fortunately
for current circumstances it was the kind where all the rooms opened
directly onto the breezeway.  I didn't have to carry Lilah past any prying
eyes in the lobby.

   Karen and Renee looked up when I entered the room - Renee from the book
she was reading, Karen from just anxiously washing her hands in her lap. 
I'd left them here while I went to fetch Moira.  Renee had called me
yesterday because Lilah had been absent from their elementary school for
the entire week.  This morning, Saturday, Karen had walked to the
Daubersteins.  No one had answered her knock so she'd peeked in a window,
and what she saw alarmed her enough to call me.  Fortunately I was in town
on errands so I was able to organize our response quickly.

   Kicking the door shut behind me, I let my jacket slip from Lilah's
shoulders and dumped her, naked, on the unused bed.  The child flopped
bonelessly, spreadeagled, making no effort to sit up or even look around. I
turned on all the lights and knelt.  Lilah was a mess.  Aside from the
dried, flaking patches of cum decorating her bare body, there were lots of
bruises.  Around her upper arms, around her upper thighs, and on her
swollen vulva, both fresh and fading in shades from dark purple to pale,
sickly yellow-green.  Her lips were chapped and rough.  Her skinny chest
rose and fell rapidly and her breath whistled in her nose.  It wasn't until
I spread her legs and leaned in to better examine her mottled pubis that
she finally made a sound, a soft whimpering in her throat and then
something I couldn't make out.

   "What, sweetie?"

   Lilah coughed, cleared her throat, tried again.  Her voice, oddly
low-pitched for such a little girl, emerged rough and haltingly.  "Don't
fuck me.  Only Daddy fucks me.  Daddy says."

   Well, that was certainly consistent with the bruising, and with the
condition we'd found both her and her father in.  I made soothing nonsense
sounds, but when I attempted to gently spread her labia with my thumbs
Lilah twisted away and clamped her skinny legs together.  Lilah was tiny,
even for a seven-year-old, and I could've easily overpowered her but
there's more than one way to skin a little kitty.  I stood, looming over
the naked child.  "Would you like a snack, Lilah?  You're probably missing
your after-school snack since you've been, uh, sick." Lilah's gaze became a
little more focused at the mention of food, as if she were surfacing from a
long, deep dive.  With her thumb back in her mouth, she nodded slightly.

   I helped her to a sitting position with my palm between her
shoulderblades.  Her skin felt slightly feverish and greasy to the touch
and as I bent over I caught her unwashed scent, shockingly unpleasant.  I
had my own stash from the dispensary in my suitcase.  I opened a brownie,
put it on a small plastic plate, and set it across her sticklike thighs.  I
turned away just to throw the wrapper in the trash and when I turned back I
saw Karen and Renee both staring wide-eyed at the little girl.  The plate
was empty and there were chocolate crumbs around her mouth.  She'd devoured
the brownie just like that.  "Wow, you were hungry," I said.  "Want
another?" Lilah nodded vigorously, the first sign of energy I'd seen from
her.  The sugar was working its magic.  A second brownie disappeared just
as quickly.  Now we just had to wait for the other magic ingredient to kick
in.

   I knelt before the child, again taking in the bruises, dirt, and patches
of dried semen mottling her bare skin.  "Lilah, I think you need to clean
up.  How about if Karen helps you take a bath?"

   "Okay!" Lilah said brightly.  She hopped off the bed and scampered into
the bathroom as if she hadn't just been rendered nearly catatonic from her
father raping her repeatedly for days.  I turned to my older
not-really-niece, Karen.  She was wearing a tshirt from her former
elementary school, the one her little sister, Renee, and Lilah still
attended.  But Karen was a big girl now, twelve years old and in middle
school.  Her honey-blond hair was plaited into a thick single braid. 
Seated as she was it almost touched the floor.  The shirt was a size or two
large on her, so the excess material was gathered into a knot at her
hipbone.  Below it she was wearing a reasonably modest pair of denim shorts
with a short cuff.  The wide legholes emphasized the slenderness of her
thighs.  Karen was fair-skinned but tanned super-easily.  Even this early
in the season her legs had a slight tint of honey.  If I'd wanted to perv
on her I could've sat on the floor in front of her and seen her panties
plainly up those generous leg openings.  Except one, I didn't need to; I
could see the sixth-grader naked any time I wanted just by offering her
twenty dollars.  And two, she wasn't wearing panties anyway.  It was
Saturday, and I'd caught her on the way to visit one of her regulars. 
Karen stood to follow Lilah.  "Use your kit," I said, and Karen paused to
rummage in her backpack.  Her shorts hit the floor right at the threshold
of the bathroom door.  In a minute I heard water running into the tub. 
Then Karen's tshirt flew out the door to land on her shorts.

   I turned from Karen's discarded garments to look at her younger sister,
Renee.  She was cross-legged in the hotel desk chair with her head bent
over her book.  The bedside lamp cast light at an angle across her round
face scrunched up in concentration.  Hazel eyes flicked back and forth
across the page.  Her brown hair was in two thick braids today.  She was
wearing a polo shirt in her school colors, loose cargo shorts, and her
hiking boots.  As I gazed down at the ten-year-old, I suddenly realized
that I was alone in a hotel room with three preteen girls, each of whom I
had violated in nearly every way possible.  With the immediate concern
about Lilah dealt with my penis noticed this too.

   One thing about fucking children is, you can dispense with a lot of the
romantic bullshit.  I dropped to my knees in front of Renee.  As I inhaled
the familiar scent of her baby shampoo and just a little perspiration I put
my hands on her knees and quickly slid them up over the smooth, warm skin
of her thighs, into the legholes of her shorts and up until my thumbs found
the elastic of her panties.  I nudged underneath the fabric.

   "What are you doing?" Renee was looking down at me - not upset, not
excited, but with a calm, unemotional gaze that was impossible to read. 
One day she'd grow into that poker face but right now it remained pretty
bizarre on a ten-year-old.

   "I'm touching your cunt," I answered frankly, smiling up into her face.
My shaft swelled as the dirty word hung in the air between us.  Renee
snorted softly.  She remained uncomprehending but faintly amused by the
complications of adult sexuality, all the weird stuff that was part of my
sex drive that wasn't actual sex.  But she liked sex just fine.  She
carefully marked her page and put her book aside, then squirmed slightly in
the chair, opening her legs wider.  Her labia were damp and very warm.  I
pushed one thumb further, finding the nub of her clitoris and brushing the
ball of my digit across it.  Renee sighed quietly.  My smile widened as I
circled the supple flesh, watching the fourth-grader's lashes flutter.  I
was starting to sweat.  "Your cunt feels kinda slutty," I improvised, with
a catch in my throat.  "Were you going to have any sex today?"

   "Uh huh," Renee nodded.  "Karen was gonna go whoring and I was gonna go
with her." She slumped lower in the chair, opening her thighs wider to give
me easier access to her preteen charms.  "There's some big boys, they're
scared of Karen and they don't have any money anyway.  But they want to put
their cocks in my mouth so bad, I can make them put my penis in their butts
first.  Sometimes I don't even suck all of them, I'm just like, sorry,
that's all!" She giggled, amused at their silliness.  She'd already learned
something about the power she could wield over a desperate erection.  "But
they always come looking for me again.  Dumb boys."

   The artless description of casual group sex from the ten-year-old was
too much.  I shot to my feet and yanked my pants open, shoved my boxers
down my thighs.  My cock sprang free.  "Am I a dumb boy?" I demanded,
shoving my hips forward and butting the glans right into Renee's pert nose.
Her reaction was nothing like the confusion or horror any of her little
schoolmates would have shown at having a hairy erection suddenly pushed
into their faces.  "Ow!" I exclaimed as she darted forward and gave the tip
a sharp nip with her front teeth.  Her face split in a rare grin and then
wider as she opened up and sucked my cock right into her mouth, taking the
glans and a good two inches besides.

   "Fuuuuuuck," I gasped as Renee went to work.  I pushed my fingers into
her thick, wavy brown hair, just holding on as the child started sucking
noisily.  She didn't make a tight seal of her lips around my erection. 
Instead she tilted her head from side to side, rotating her mouth and
rubbing her lips up and down and around the shaft.  Her tongue bulged out
one cheek and then the other as she flapped it back and forth across the
flesh pole filling her mouth.  Goosebumps run down my back at the pure
thrill of being expertly fellated by a fourth grader.  My pole was quickly
shiny with spit and saliva drooled down her chin.  That smile still tugged
at the corners of her lips as she looked upwards.  Mischief sparkled in her
hazel eyes.  She reached up to cup my scrotum, taking a testicle in each
hand and tugging on them in turn, first gently, then less gently, then
"Ow!" But the amazing suction and heat of her mouth couldn't overwhelm the
discomfort, at least, not easily.  "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" I grunted as each yank
was harder than the last until finally it just hurt too much.  I pulled
back, slapping her hands away.  Renee laughed as my penis popped from
between her lips, casting a thread of spit up between her eyes and onto her
forehead.

   "Yes, you're a dumb boy," she chortled.  She dived past me onto the bed,
rolling onto her back.  I turned to see her wriggling out of her cargo
shorts and panties.  She managed to work one boot free so she could spread
wide, exposing her chubby bald vulva.  Her outer lips separated slightly,
showing a narrow opening and her erecting clitoris.  "Now if you lick my
slutty cunt until I have my orgasm," she said, wagging a finger at me, "I
just MIGHT let you fuck me."

   I didn't know where Renee had gotten that sass and at that moment, with
her bald quim spread open before me, I didn't care.  I threw myself onto
the bed.  I grabbed her thighs and spread them open and up so that her
booted feet were in the air, stuck out my tongue and pressed it between
those beautiful pale labia.  I dug deep, gathering a few drops of precious
nectar.  I swiped my tongue up, sealed my lips around her little clitoris,
and sucked hard.  Children grow up so fast.  Every time I ate out Renee's
sexy little pussy now, it seemed like her flavor had changed, increasing in
complexity and depth.  I swore I could even detect a tiny hint of musk.  I
could feel the muscles behind her knees trembling as I used my tongue-tip
to flip her pleasure bud from side to side.  Then I dove back down,
nibbling at each side of her vulva in turn, laving it with my tongue,
burrowing between her elastic inner lips to gather her juices, then
starting again.  We were both making little grunting sounds together.  I
rolled my eyes upwards to see her with arms akimbo over her head, staring
at the ceiling.  Her lips pursed and relaxed, pursed and relaxed, as little
shocks of pleasure coursed through her.

   I released Renee's thighs so I could slide my hands up under her shirt,
but she held her legs up in the air.  I stroked her belly and sides,
feeling how the baby fat was giving way to the beginnings of abdominal
definition.  Pushing upwards, my fingers encountered more fabric.  She was
wearing one of those stretchy half-camis that were popular for first
training bras now.  I playfully snapped the elastic at the bottom hem.  The
ten-year-old looked down to meet my eyes.  She looked faintly embarrassed
for a moment, but she let her head flop back to the pillow when I pushed
the cami up and cupped her breasts.  They fit comfortably in my palms, each
no larger than a smallish plum.  Her nipples were warm and stiffened as I
traced my fingers around the edges of her swelling mounds.  "Oooo, yeahhh,"
she breathed out.  She arched her back and pushed her budding chest against
my hands.  "Ooo!" she exclaimed as I nipped at the hood of her clit,
returning the favor.  A shiver went through her whole body and she dropped
her legs, wrapping them around my head and squeezing, smashing my face
harder into her crotch.  Her cunny was hot and slick with sweat and a
trickle of clear sex juice.  "Ooo, ooo, ooo," she began to grunt
rhythmically, in time with pushing her vulva against my lips.

   Sometimes I liked to edge Renee.  As her sexual response had developed
and her orgasms became more powerful I'd found that I could bring her right
to the brink and the longer I could hold her there, the stronger her
release when it came.  But I wasn't in the mood to dally today.  Her little
clitty was now fully erected, bright pink and shining with moisture.  I
pursed my lips around it and sucked, pulling it as far into my mouth as I
could.  Then I clamped my teeth down - gently!  - to hold it and trilled my
tongue-tip against it.  "Ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOOOOAHH!" Her whole body went
stiff.  Her legs shot out straight and the heels of those hiking boots
thumped into my kidneys.  Ow.  She pressed her head back into the pillow,
neck stretched.  Her eyes squinched shut and her mouth opened wide.  She
began to pant as shivers rushed up and down her stocky ten-year-old body.

   "Ohhhhhh..." Renee sighed as her body gradually relaxed.  Her legs fell
open, booted feet dropping onto the bedspread either side of me.  She
reached down and ruffled my hair playfully.  I responded by rubbing my
bristly chin into the crease between her thigh and one chubby lip.  She
shivered, then with just "Okay," she swung one leg over and hopped out of
bed.  The room was small, it was just two steps to where her backpack was
tossed into the closet.  She plopped her bare butt down on the worn carpet
and pulled off one of her hiking boots so she could finish removing her
shorts and panties.  Then she tugged her polo shirt off over her head.  She
lifted her half-cami to expose her cute little titties but didn't take it
off.  After smoothing her hair a little bit, she rummaged in her backpack.
Her back was to me but I knew what she was after, and so meanwhile I was
stripping off myownself.  I was sitting up naked in bed as Renee got to her
knees and fiddled with elastic straps around her waist, then stood and
turned to face me.

   My breath caught in my throat.  My ten-year-old lover was beautiful. 
The shabby hotel room seemed to fade into the background and the splashing
from the bathroom somehow muted.  Renee locked eyes with me and clambered
back onto the bed.  But now, in addition to the mesmerizing jiggling of her
beautiful nascent breasts, seven inches of molded latex sprouted from
between her legs, wobbling and bouncing from side to side.  I opened my
legs and the child sat back on her heels between them.  She leaned forward
and wrapped one hand around her strap-on penis, pushing it down until it
rested atop the genuine article laying up along my belly.  Then she
adjusted her grip so she was holding both of them together.  Her small
fingers were cool and her touch, as always, so exciting I could hardly bear
it.  "Mine's bigger," she declared, and she was right.  My own organ was
just average-sized and hers was average-for-porn.  And of course hers
looked ridiculously large attached to a ten-year-old girl.

   Renee had brought a bottle of baby oil with her to the bed.  She flipped
the cap one-handed and, holding our joined organs nearly straight up,
drizzled oil on them.  She rubbed up and down with her other hand until
both cocks, flesh and rubber alike, shone in the bedside lamp.  "Oh, damn,"
I sighed as slick fingers slid up and down the shaft and teased around the
corona of my cockhead.  "C'mere, slutty girl," I reached down and with
hands under her armpits guided Renee gently up my body.  Her strapon left a
snail trail of oil up my belly until our lips met.

   Renee was ready and thrust her tongue into my mouth, showing as always
more enthusiasm than finesse.  I sucked on it, tangled my own tongue with
hers, nibbled at her lips as I whispered into her mouth.  "Slutty girl. 
How many cocks did you put in your mouth this week?"

   She pushed herself up with her hands on my shoulders, cocking her head
exaggeratedly in thought.  Meanwhile I was fondling her small preteen body
everywhere: Her shoulders, her back, the ripples her ribs made in her
sides, those beautiful breastlets with their fat, immature nipples.  "Five?
No...six?  Six." Renee declared, nodding her head.  Her matter-of-fact
declaration almost put me over the edge.  I imagined her after school,
crossing the field between the elementary and high school buildings. 
Sitting on the bench of that old picnic table, the one just over the
property line so the school didn't trim back the old tree and the bushes
that had grown up around it.  Sitting there with a high school boy standing
in front of her.  Sitting there with a teenaged cock in her mouth, bobbing
her head up and down and slurping on it.  Maybe with two other boys there
as well, their cocks in her hands, switching off every so often.  Renee
didn't have a romantic bone in her body.  Sex was fun, the same way
kickball was fun, the same way turning cartwheels was fun.  No mushy stuff,
just pure enjoyment of the pleasure that her body could give.  And some
games were just more fun with more people.

   "That's a lot of squirt for you to swallow," I observed.

   "I mostly spit it out," she shrugged.  "Except Nils.  His tastes sweet.
He says it's 'cause he eats lots of fruit." I didn't know Nils.  And at
this point I didn't care.  As we talked I wrapped my hands around Renee's
upper thighs and slid her downwards until my rampant cockhead nudged
between her tight asscheeks.  We sighed together at the intimate contact.
The well-oiled skin slipped between and rode up her crack.  I had to push
it down with one hand, canting my pelvis until, with another sigh, it was
nudging at the ten-year-old's backdoor.

   Every nerve in my body seemed to have rerouted to my cockhead.  I swear
I could feel every individual radial crease on the hot, slick skin of
Renee's beautiful little asshole.  Renee closed her eyes and let her head
droop as I started to push.  She made a small moue of concentration and I
felt her anus flex and then open.  I pushed again and, slowly, the ring of
muscle yielded, gripping my cock as I gradually slipped into the child's
flaming hot embrace.  "Ahhhhhhh," Renee let the breath gust out of her. 
"Innnnnn," she whispered as slowly, slowly, I penetrated her rectum
further. "Innnnnnn meeeeee..." her voice trailed off as her ass settled
onto my thighs and I felt my pubic bush mashed between us.  My entire
length was inside her.

   "Oh, fuuuuck," I declared as Renee pushed herself upright with her hands
on my shoulders.  Her legs were spread wide around my adult girth.  She
brought her knees up alongside my hips for leverage and then raised herself
up.  I felt the tight grip of her sphincter slide over my shaft, pulling
the loose skin with it.  And then she dropped down, groaning sweetly as my
glans took the weight and the heat and the pressure of her anal passage
parting around it.  Then she did it again.  And again.  Up, down.  Up,
down, all the time gazing down at me.  No, not at me.  Her eyes were avid,
fixed on her own artificial penis as it bobbed and bounced off my belly. 
Her cheeks were flushed glowing with perspiration.

   I knew what she wanted.  I kept one hand splayed on the small of her
back to help her balance, but with the other I grabbed her penis, angling
it up towards her own belly.  It was greasy with baby oil.  I started
jacking it, sliding my hand up and down the length, rubbing my thumb across
the molded glans.  I pressed on the downstroke, letting her feel the
friction and pressure of the crotch plate against her vulva and her clitty.
"Nice cock," I told her.  "I love your cock, Renee, it's so big and hard.
It feels so good to hold it."

   What was this to the ten-year-old?  Fantasy?  Wish?  Pretend?  Whatever,
playing along with her had Renee gasping for breath, and she started
bouncing harder on the real penis filling her back passage.  "Yeah!  Yeah!
Yeah!" she huffed with each bounce.  Her eyes were heavy-lidded, just
crescents of hazel visible behind her dark lashes.  "You know what I wish?
I wish that we could fuck each other!  Both at the same time!  Your penis
in me, and my penis in you!"

   I started to tell Renee she was a weird little sex toy but at just that
moment there was a tremendous splash from the bathroom and a skinny, naked,
dripping wet seven-year-old ran out and clambered up on the other bed,
giggling.  The bedspread was instantly soaked as Lilah got up on her hands
and knees and shook herself like a dog.  Water flew off her white-blond
hair onto both me and my preteen sex partner.  Lilah laughed as she arched
her back and pushed her skinny butt up in the air.  I guffawed myself as I
saw the handle of a bottle brush protruding from her ass.  Karen came after
her, wrapped in a hotel towel that was too short for the leggy preteen,
carrying another one.  She started at Lilah's head, rubbing her shortish
hair dry, then moving down her thin body as the little girl laughed and
squirmed like a puppy.  When she got to Lilah's butt, Karen hooked a finger
into the ring on the end of the bottle brush's twisted-wire handle.  She
tugged.  Bristles emerged from LIlah's sphincter.  She made a sound like
"Wheee!" as Karen pumped and rotated the brush a few times, then pulled it
out of the child's ass.

   Karen held the brush up to the light critically.  "Clean as a whistle!"
she declared, and then pushed it under Lilah's nose like a mustache.

   "Ew!" Lilah exclaimed, laughing.  Then she flopped over on her back on
the damp bedspread.  She spread her skinny arms and legs wide.  With the
flexibility of little children she could stretch her legs at a full right
angle to her torso.  Her little clam, still swollen and pink with rash but
now clean, bulged between taut tendons.  "Tickle my cunt, Karen!" she
commanded.  "I'm whory!  Tickle my whore cunt!" The pot brownies had done
their job.  Just like in the spring, drugging the naive little girl erased
- or at least submerged - the trauma of sexual abuse.  It was a pretty
awful strategy, to be honest, but it was all we had at this point.  She was
only seven.  She had no framework for understanding the way the Ecstasy and
pot we'd fed her altered her consciousness.  So it had been, you might say,
child's play to convince her that the strange way it made her body feel was
simply due to her becoming a whore.  Being molested by her adored
babysitter primed her to accept it; Karen had groomed her far more gently
and lovingly than her own experience had been, and so Lilah had only
positive emotions associated with discovering the pleasure that older
children - and then adults - could coax from her prepubescent cunny.  Once
her treatment got less gentle and then quickly escalated into fairly
horrific physical abuse, intoxication made her suggestible and confounded
pain with pleasure.  We were just lucky to find the correct emotional lever
- her grief for her recently-deceased mother - and use it to make her want
to be a child prostitute, just like Karen.

   Renee's face registered amused contempt as the fourth-grader continued
riding my cock.  She'd seen this process of abuse-fueled indoctrination
twice now.  I was pretty sure she understood that in Lilah's case it was
nothing more than brainwashing.  As far as I could tell, though, she still
believed what I'd told her about her big sister - that Karen was born a
whore, that we'd merely helped her once her sexual desires got so intense
that they were threatening her happiness.  That I had helped her by
teaching her how to reach orgasm - by raping her daily for over a month. 
That Moira had helped her by teaching her how to find sex partners - by
forcing her to prostitute herself to strangers.  And that Renee herself had
helped her by giving her a female body to practice on - by following my
instructions to make Karen eat her immature little cunny.

   Karen squatted at the end of the bed and began masturbating a
spread-eagled Lilah, alternating between rubbing a finger rapidly up and
down her slit with light spanks on her swollen peach.  Lilah's pale blue
eyes were wide and vacant and her head lolled back and forth with a goofy,
stoned smile on her face.  And I had an idea.

   Renee made a noise like "Oof!" when I grabbed her around the waist and
lifted up.  My cock slid out of her rectum with a slick "pop" and a string
of lube and anal discharge drooled onto my thigh and the bedspread.  My
blood was pounding in my temples as I got to my feet.  I gazed fondly at
Renee, wearing nothing but one hiking boot and her training bralette pushed
up over her bare boobies.  I turned to the other bed and flipped Lilah over
on her stomach.  She weighed almost nothing.  I took a pillow and shoved it
under her, elevating her butt.  Renee was quite a bit heavier, 3 years
older and of stockier build besides, but I was able to half-roll, half-toss
her from one bed to the other.  "Fuck that little whore's ass!" I commanded
her.

   Renee's face showed confusion at the abrupt change of position.  She got
up on her knees between Lilah's splayed legs.  Her body was sweaty from
exertion.  Her nascent breasts, her round belly, her thighs gleamed with
moisture in the overhead light, as did the flesh-colored strapon standing
straight out from her crotch.  Renee breathed heavily through her mouth and
her delicious boobies riding high on her narrow chest rose and fell and her
strapon wobbled in time.  "But...why?" she asked quietly.

   "So you can get your wish," I answered.  Renee looked at me, then down
at the squirming, naked seven-year-old, then back at me.  I saw
comprehension dawn on Renee's face and one corner of her mouth twitched up
for just a second.  She let herself fall forward, catching herself on one
outthrust arm.  Her other hand went to the fake cock between her legs and
she pushed it between the second-grader's pale buttcheeks.  Lilah made a
questioning neeping sound that quickly turned into a shrill cry as Renee
pushed forward, letting her weight drive the latex shaft through Lilah's
sphincter and straight up her ass.  Renee was small but Lilah was smaller
so when she lay full-length her breasts were at about Lilah's shoulders and
the top of LIlah's head almost fit beneath Renee's chin.

   Lila's cry turned to a wail as seven inches of latex disappeared up her
back passage, but then the wail turned into hysterical laughter.  She
lifted her head and the tension in her throat gave the laughter a strangled
quality.  "I'm whoring!" she squealed.  "Whoring!" And another squeal as
Renee grunted, bottomed out, then raised her own butt and pushed in again.
The olive tint to Renee's complexion made a beautiful contrast with Lilah's
very pale skin, though she was almost hidden beneath Renee's larger,
heavier form except for her flailing arms and legs.  Renee's braids flopped
around like live snakes as she got into an energetic rhythm of buggering
the younger girl.

   I'd forgotten Karen was right there in the room until a gasp made me
look at her at the far corner of the other bed.  She was watching her
little sister sodomize Lilah with wide eyes and a hand covering her mouth.
Her other hand was at her crotch, pushing up the short hotel towel and
baring her own cunt.  It was wet and there was a froth of her thick sex
honey squishing around her fingers and coating her vulva.  She kept it bald
now, with waxing and shaving, with just one tuft of curly blond right at
the summit of her mons Venus.  "She ain't seen nothing yet," I thought.

   I put one knee on the bed so I could bend over and whisper in Renee's
ear.  "Roll over, slutty girl." Renee hooked her elbows into Lilah's
armpits and rolled, keeping her strapon fully embedded in the younger
girl's ass.  Lilah groaned as her weight settled down, driving the rod even
deeper.  Her head lolled between Renee's high breasts.  Renee blew her
mouth clear of Lilah's hair, fine like cornsilk.  The younger girl's ribs
were prominent, her belly hollow from the stress of her position.  Her arms
and legs splayed out, notably thinner than Renee's smooth but muscular
limbs.  Her cunt was bright red above where the latex disappeared into her
anus.  Her vulva was swollen into two fat, protruding arcs around the
narrow teardrop of her vaginal opening.  And it was that opening that,
without ceremony, I pushed my throbbing penis against.  Lilah maybe tried
to protest but her words were swallowed by a cry, rising to a scream, as I
put my full weight behind it until my shaft split her labia, wider, wider,
impossibly wide until I felt my glans start to push through the intensely
tight ring of her inner lips.  "AAAAIIIIEEEE!" the second-grader screamed
as my glans slid fully into her.  If I didn't know that her own father had
been fucking her for days I never would have thought the tiny child could
take an adult cock, but take it she did.  One inch, then two, then three
forced her vaginal channel open as she squealed and thrashed in Renee's
grasp.  The grip was almost painful, the heat almost scorching, the spasms
even tighter and hotter as Lilah yowled and fought the penetration.  But
there was nowhere to go and, with half of my shaft still untouched by her
nether kiss I bottomed out, the glans butting into what I knew was her
cervix.

   The strain of taking an adult penis had white showing all around the
glassy blue of Lilah's eyes.  Her mouth gaped, her face was pink, and she
was panting like a marathoner.  She had gathered two handfuls of bedspread
in her little fists.  Her feet were kicking feebly to either side as she
struggled to adjust to the (to her) monstrously large pole splitting her
open.  But I didn't give her any time to get used to it.  Instead I lay
myself down so I was atop the two children.  Renee's legs spread around
mine and Lilah's pushed further out around hers.  I used one arm to keep my
full weight off the two little girls and with the other I pushed Lilah's
head out of the way so I could kiss my preteen lover.  I kissed Renee on
her lips, then the corner of her mouth, then along her cheek and jaw up to
the two tiny moles just below her ear.  I rotated my hips to stir my cock
inside Lilah's grotesquely overstuffed muffin and as Lilah cried and whined
I whispered in Renee's ear, "Can you feel it?  Can you feel my cock?  I can
feel yours." And I could.  As Renee continued to hump her fake penis into
Lilah's ass I could feel something hard sliding against me, feel the
overstretched walls of Lilah's vagina squeezed and deformed.  And as I
pressed harder into her and she struggled to get some relief from the dual
penetration, I saw Renee's hazel eyes widen in surprise as my motion was
transmitted through the seven-year-old and her own strapon to pressure
against her muff behind the leather back of the appliance.  "Now fuck me,
slutty girl," I commanded in a harsh, low voice.  "Fuck me while I fuck
you."

   And we did.  Lilah moaned and cried and thrashed helplessly, the meat in
a tiny child prostitute sandwich, as Renee and I both thrust into her.  We
found and lost a rhythm, found it and lost it again so Lilah could have no
respite or time to adjust.  Her cunt squeezed me so hard I was afraid of
bruises.  I loved the feeling of her narrow chest squirming against me.  I
pushed her to one side then the other so I could fondle Renee's lovely
boobies.  Renee was out of breath, straining upwards with her pelvis,
trying to push into Lilah and against me as hard as she could.  The three
of us writhed on the bed, with Karen watching us.  The twelve-year-old was
silent, one hand still over her mouth, and still except for the rapid
motion of her other hand.  Her clitoris, her most striking feature, had
swollen to its full startling size, sticking straight out from the top of
her slit.  The froth of sex honey coated it and her vulva and her fingers
and was starting to run down her trembling thighs.  The heavy aroma of
Karen's incipient womanhood wafted around the small room and I think it's
what finally set me off.  I felt the swelling tickle in my abdomen and knew
I couldn't hold back any longer.  I reached under Renee and cupped my hands
around her shoulders, letting my full weight crush the two children into
the bed.  I looked directly into Renee's wide hazel eyes as I thrust as
hard as I could.  Lilah yelled as my cock battered against the back of her
vagina.  Her body lurched, the hot sweaty skin of her flat chest sliding
against me as she struggled to escape the flesh invader but she couldn't
move.

   And then I was ejaculating into the seven-year-old.  I gritted my teeth
in agonized delight at the constriction of Lilah's tiny cunt.  Each spasm
almost hurt.  I felt the spreading heat of my own cum bathing the glans and
shooting back along my shaft.  Renee made cute little grunting sounds
beneath us as she twisted her pelvis, trying to get the stimulation she
needed to find her own climax.  I felt her legs start to tremble and clamp
around my sides so I guess she got there.  Lilah was weeping and thrashing
her head from side to side but we ignored her and held eye contact until my
orgasm was complete and I sagged, exhausted.

   "Now that," I said as I rolled off the little girls, "is how you fuck a
whore." Free of my adult weight, Lilah drew a deep breath and began to cry,
an odd, broken sound that, just as I began to get worried, phased into
uneven laughter even as tears continued to pour down her face.  Her nose
was running.  The skin of her chest and belly was splotchy red and sweaty.
Dark, curly chest hairs I'd shed stood out against her pallor.  The rash
stood out in high relief now on her bruised vulva which gaped open around
the dark blood-red of her opening.  As I watched, a steady flow of
pink-tinged semen began to seep from the hole.  It ran over her perineum
and then slid down the pole still spearing her anus until it puddled on the
bedspread between Renee's open thighs.

   Renee grunted and pushed Lilah off her.  The artificial penis made an
obscene slurp as it popped out of the child's asshole.  Lilah collapsed on
her shoulders and knees on the bed.  One hand found its way uncoordinatedly
to her backside where she clumsily traced the fiery red, distended ring. 
Renee stood, a little shakily, on one booted foot and one bare, and looked
down at herself.  She wiped sweat off her face with her forearm and
finger-combed her disheveled hair, laying a braid over each shoulder.  I
pulled her into a hug.  My deflating penis smeared cum and Lilah's juices
on her stomach while hers did the same on my thigh.  "How was that, kiddo?
Was that good?"

   Renee nodded.  "Yeah.  I wanna do that again," she replied matter of
factly, then pushed free of my embrace.  "Sticky," she said, brushing her
fingers across the fresh cumstain on her belly.  And she stumped off to the
bathroom to clean up.

   "Uh...uh...uh..." I turned at the noise.  Karen had fallen into the
room's lone armchair.  Her long legs were canted open and her heels rested
on the carpet.  Her towel had fallen open, exposing her preadolescent body.
She was using both hands to masturbate now.  The middle two fingers of one
hand squelched in and out of her tight cunt while with the other she
strummed and tugged at her swollen, oversized clit.  She was panting and
moaning and tossing her head from side to side, chasing a climax that was
clearly eluding her.

   Lilah surprised me.  I don't know where she got the energy from, right
after a thorough double-penetration from two adult-sized cocks, but the
seven-year-old sprang out of the bed.  She winced when her bare feet hit
the rug, but declaring "I help!" in a strained voice, she dropped to her
knees right in front of Karen.  Karen gawped at her as Lilah held up her
right hand, squeezing her fingers together and tucking her thumb into her
palm.  "You're all whory!" Lilah exclaimed.  "You're a whore, I'm a whore,
we're whoring together!" And with that she brushed Karen's hands away from
her sopping quim and began to insert her own.  Her fingers slid in easily
up to the knuckles.  Cunt cream squished out around the invading digits. 
At that point Lilah seemed to encounter some resistance.  Her pale brows
lowered in concentration and her pointed tongue-tip poked out of the corner
of her mouth.  The bicep flexed in her skinny arm and slowly, slowly,
Karen's cunt expanded under the pressure to swallow Lilah's hand.  Lilah
grunted softly as with one final push she shoved the widest part of her
palm at the root of the thumb between Karen's stretched labia.

   "Gaaaaah!" Karen groaned at the penetration.  Lilah smiled proudly up at
me as her wrist joint slipped inside.  Karen groaned again and lifted her
feet up off the floor as Lilah flexed her childish muscles and began
pumping her arm in and out, fistfucking her twelve-year-old babysitter. 
Karen's belly rippled as pleasure rocketed through her preteen body.  "My
babycunt," she moaned.  "Oh, fuck my babycunt.  My whore babycuaaaAAA!" Her
moan turned into a shout as Lilah leaned forward and pressed her face to
Karen's bulging mons over her wrist.  She sucked the older girl's twisted
clit right into her mouth.  She began nursing on the swollen knob like a
nipple.  Her slender throat worked as she swallowed Karen's aromatic cream.
Then her jaw flexed and I realized she was biting down.  "aah!  Aah!  AAH!
AAAAAOH, JEEEEEZ!" Karen's voice rose to a scream as her climax burst over
her.  Her legs shot up and out.  Her bare body convulsed as pleasure tore
through it.  Hot cream squirted from her overstuffed slit.  Lilah took the
first blast straight in her heart-shaped face.  She jerked back, blinking
to clear her eyes, and Karen's ejaculate fountained up her buried arm and
spattered onto her flat chest.  Lilah tried to pull her arm free but the
powerful spasms rippling through Karen's abdominal muscles wouldn't let
her. She whined as her fingers were painfully squeezed.  Karen's cunt cream
dripped off her pointed chin and ran down her chest and belly.

   I admit to being basically mesmerized by the lewd tableau.  Karen,
twelve years old, her perky titties heaving as she slumped naked in the
chair and fought to catch her breath.  Lilah, seven years old, equally
naked, her body smeared and redolent with Karen's secretions, kneeling with
her head resting against the older girl's thigh and her right arm buried
past the wrist in the older girl's vagina.  We all might be still there if
Renee hadn't broken my trance by coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed
and clean, face washed, looking like a normal ten-year-old girl and not a
bit like a child who had just participated in the brutal double-penetration
of a seven-year-old.  "Your phone rang," she said.  "It was the dumb girl.
She said we can come back now." The "dumb girl" was Moira.  Renee's neutral
expression and flat gaze gave nothing away but she didn't like Moira.  No;
she hated her, with a hate that no ten-year-old should carry in her heart.

   My response was forestalled by Karen's long, low moan and the obscene
slurp of Lilah finally succeeding at tugging her hand free.  I took a
moment to enjoy the tableau and to realize the smell of sex was almost
overpowering in the small hotel room.  Then I said simply, "OK.  Help your
sister get dressed and we'll go."
   To be continued...