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   Jenny's Couch Book IV: A House In Gross Disorder, part 10 (Mgg, tg,
oral, anal, rape, tort, prost, drugs, rom) by Rufus Fugit

   Renee thrust her tongue into my mouth.  The ten-year-old's kissing
technique remained more enthusiasm than finesse, but I loved it.  I loved
her enthusiasm.  I loved her playfulness, the way she approached sex like
any playground game, throwing herself into it with all of her energy and
having as much fun as she could.  And now I loved the way her tongue
flicked across my teeth and squirmed around against first one cheek then
the other.  I captured the slick muscle with my lips and sucked on it,
holding it captured so that my own tongue could twirl around it.  Renee
giggled into my mouth.  Then she sighed as I moved my hand over the warm,
damp skin of her back.  Her thick hair, now fully loose, brushed across my
knuckles as I stroked her side, briefly flicking my thumb against her
smooth armpit.  I cupped her right breast.  It was about the size of a plum
and stood straight out from her chest.  I brought my thumb and forefinger
together, The areola covered almost the whole of the little mound and the
skin was so sweat-slick that my fingers just slid.  I had to pinch quite
firmly to get purchase.  Renee's grunt of pleasure vibrated into my mouth.
I leaned forward to press my lips harder against hers.  The increased
weight on my other hand caused a spasmodic tightening around my penis,
already clamped in a vise so tight and hot it was on the knife-edge between
pain and pleasure.  At the same time a shiver went through Renee's bare
body and her hips thrust forward.  There was a gurgling, choking noise that
I felt in my palm as much as I heard it.

   I broke our kiss, panting, and looked down.  Lilah lay between us.  The
seven-year-old was still naked except for the braided friendship bracelet
tied around her ankle.  Her glasses were folded neatly on the nightstand
next to the house phone.  We had laid her across one corner of the mattress
so that her little butt was at one edge and her head fell backwards over
the other.  She was folded double effortlessly with the easy flexibility of
small children.  Her toes were over her head, occasionally rubbing against
Renee's hips as the younger child's legs bounced and twitched.  My cock was
buried deep in the second-grader's ass, as deep as it could go, splitting
her cheeks far apart.  The area around her straining sphincter glistened
with lube and the child's anal juices.  Her bruised vulva bulged from the
adult-sized intruder filling her rectum.  And I had one hand around her
neck.

   Renee's hand came down, laying another ringing slap on Lilah's poor,
abused cunny.  The fat labia were so swollen they looked inflated, like
someone had stuck a bicycle pump in her ass instead of just a penis.  The
skin was brick-red under a heavy mottling of bruises that ranged in color
from a fresh deep purple-black to a fading, sickly yellow and green.  The
protruding labia were peeled apart, revealing an an unhealthy, raw-looking
pink gash.  Her vaginal opening clenched in reaction from the slap and a
little clear juice ran down over her perineum and into my pubes where they
were crushed against her butt.

   Lilah's face, what little I could see of it, was the same color as her
tiny quim (only without the bruising), brick-red shading to purple.  That
was because Renee had nearly the full length of her fake penis buried in
Lilah's throat, with the molded scrotum pushing against her upturned little
nose..  The fourth-grader's muscular thighs straddled Lilah's head.  The
angle of the hard rubber shaft sprouting from Rene's crotch was clicked
down to near-horizontal.  Renee had one hand gripping the scrotum.  She
tugged and pushed it gently to shift the bulb that held the appliance
deeply seated in her vagina.  It increased her pleasure and kept the angle
straight as she used her hips to push the shaft deeper.  Lilah's mouth was
wide open.  A froth of saliva spilled around her lips and ran back up her
nose, over her face and down into her fine blond hair.

   My hand was lightly resting on Lilah's pale, slender neck and I could
feel her throat expand, feel every molded ridge and bump on Renee's cock. I
squeezed very gently.  Lilah gargled and choked and her skinny flat chest
heaved as she fought for breath.  Renee's eyes were closed as she started
pumping, short, hard strokes.  She was chasing her own cum and didn't see
how close the little fucksocket on the bed between us was to passing out. I
had to put my hand on her belly and push, hard enough to make her take a
half step backwards.  Her cock scraped its way out of Lilah's throat.  The
little girl coughed explosively, spraying drool all over Renee's crotch and
dribbling down her own face.  She gasped and convulsed, fighting to draw
breath.  Renee opened her eyes and, taking in the situation, fisted her
thick jizzrocket - her hand couldn't go all the way around it - and pulled
it up until the spiny glans came free of the seven-year-old's mouth with a
loud, wet pop.

   Lilah finally managed to get a lungful of the room's stuffy air.  Her
ribs expanded as she fought to quell her gag reflex and coughing fit.  She
lifted her head and stared woozily up at me.  Her eyes were red-rimmed and
glazed.  The blue irises were merely a thin ring around fully dilated
pupils.  I gave a hard thrust and was rewarded with her song.  Her voice
was cracked and ragged and her wordless moaning rose and fell, somewhere
between crying and laughing.  There was no doubt that Renee and I were
hurting her.  But the daily regime of street drugs she was consuming had
disconnected the pain from any emotional meaning.  She wasn't suffering. 
She was just awash in sensation.  I wondered if she even knew where she was
and what was happening to her.  "Switch?" Renee asked.  I nodded agreement.


   I wrapped my hands around Lilah's pale thighs and pushed against them as
I slowly pulled my cock out of the little girl's ass.  Her sphincter clung
to me as I withdrew, stretching out from between her bruised ass.  It gaped
open as my penis popped free, an angry red ring surrounding the shadowed
pale pink of her rectal lining.  My fourth-grade lover and I traded places
for the fifth - or was it sixth?  - time.  Renee didn't waste any time. 
Grasping her penis right below the bulbous glans, she pressed it against
Lilah's dilated sphincter.  She leaned forward, putting her weight behind
it, and Lilah groaned brokenly as the molded shaft slid into her.  It was
both a little fatter and a little longer than mine, but it was the blunt
spines around the corona that must've made it feel extra-special to Lilah
as they dilated her starfish even further and scraped along her rectal
walls.

   I grabbed a handful of Lilah's hair and lifted her head up so she could
see what Renee was doing.  Her eyes wobbled and crossed.  Her lips
stretched into something that could have been a grimace or a smile and she
continued to keen softly as her seven-year-old bowels were stretched and
pummeled by a ten-year-old wearing an adult-sized strap-on.  Renee's
expression was unreadable but her eyes were blazing as she looked down at
Lilah's battered and sweaty body.  "Take my cock, whore!" she exclaimed. 
"Take it up your whore ass!" And she rose up on tiptoes bore down as hard
as she could.  Lilah's breath was forced out in a loud squeal, almost a
scream, and her dazed expression contracted as the pain in her bottom
briefly cut through the haze in her drug-fuddled mind.

   As always, hearing that kind of filthy sex talk in a child's tones made
my pulse race, but I was starting to be a little worried about Renee.  When
she had sex with me she was unrestrained but attentive.  She knew she could
go as hard as she wanted and as the adult I would set limits.  With Karen
she was endlessly solicitous and protective.  Her scorn was only
play-acting.  She knew that it felt best for Karen when humiliation was
piled on top of penetration.  And among the older boys from the middle
school and high school, she treated her sex partners just like her
playmates.  Maybe she was a little more rough-and-tumble than most kids,
and maybe she was a little selfish but never inappropriately so for her
age, and never meanly.  Sex was like any other game to her.  The point was
for everyone to have fun.

   With Lilah, however, Renee didn't seem to care if Lilah had fun.  She
didn't seem to care about Lilah at all.  Lilah was a whore and that meant
she was there to be used however Renee wanted.  Karen was a whore, but
Karen was family.  So like now, Renee was absolutely brutal in chasing her
own orgasm.  Her eyes were closed.  She was sweating freely, with strands
of her long, wavy brown hair clinging to her damp bare body.  She was
squeezing Lilah's waist so hard that her fingernails were white and her
fingers left deep impressions on Lilah's pale skin.  The wet, scraping
sound of her latex cock plunging mercilessly into Lilah's tortured
sphincter over and over filled the room, and riding over it was Lilah's
continuous incoherent moaning.

   I just couldn't figure out where Renee got that attitude.  I let loose
of Lilah's hair and her head thumped back against the side of the mattress.
Her mouth fell open and I quickly plugged it with my cock.  The little girl
grimaced, or tried to, as the taste of her own anal secretions filled her
mouth "Ow," I grunted as Lilah's new permanent teeth scraped across the rim
of my cockhead.  "Wider, whore!" I admonished.  I grabbed Lilah's ears with
both hands, digging my fingers into the backs where the pinnae met her
skull, and used my thumbs to press her jaw open wide until it creaked.  I
had to bend my knees a bit to get the angle just right, but once I did I
was able to shove the length of my cock right through her mouth to the back
of her throat and - with a little extra push - it popped into her
esophagus. That finally shut up her whining, at least for a minute.  I
pulled back, relishing the moist heat and friction as her tongue
frantically tried to find a position that wouldn't make her gag.

   With a little work and a couple of false starts, Renee and I found our
rhythm, fucking the tiny child back and forth between us.  Lilah choked and
spluttered, spewing spit and mucus out around my penis.  My balls slapped
against her warm, sweaty forehead with each stroke.  She was crying
full-out now, at least during the moments when her airway was clear, and
her tears mixed with snot and drool and my precum to run down her face and
into her hair.

   Renee's legs were starting to tremble and she was losing her rhythm a
bit.  "You...getting close?" I grunted.  Renee nodded jerkily.  I left my
penis parked in Lilah's throat for a moment, just savoring the way her
sucking and swallowing rippled along the length of my shaft.  I picked up a
washcloth and a small bottle from the nightstand, uncapped the bottle, and
tipped out a small amount of liquid onto the cloth.  The sharp fumes of
amyl nitrate assailed my nostrils.  I passed it over Lilah's supine body to
my niece and lover.  Renee let go of Lilah's waist to take the cloth in
both hands and press it over her nose and mouth.  She inhaled deeply.

   The trembling spread from Renee's legs to her entire body.  Her eyes
squinted shut and she tilted her head back.  She started pumping her hips,
violently jamming herself into Lilah's ass and swiveling her pelvis to
increase the movement of the dildo's bulb inside her own vagina.  "Ooo!"
she exclaimed.  "I'm orgasming, I'm orgasming in a whore! 
OooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!"

   The tableau of my beautiful, naked ten-year-old lover, wearing an
adult-sized strapon talking herself through an orgasm set my head to
pounding so hard that red crept into the edges of my vision.  I felt myself
starting to build and when the scent of Renee's heated preteen sex curled
up into my nostrils, that sent me over.  I grabbed Lilah's ears again and
started facefucking her as hard as I could, ignoring her feeble,
uncoordinated attempts to push me away.  I shoved myself to full depth into
the seven-year-old's gullet and let her spasming throat milk me until I
crested, then yanked her head back so I could ejaculate into her mouth
where she'd taste it.

   "Uhhhhhhh!" I groaned.  It was my third cum of the day so it was intense
but not very productive.  I felt it burn up the length of my ureter and
erupt into the child's mouth.  "Uhhhh!" The second shot almost hurt, and
"Uhhhhh!" the third one really did, but it was the kind of pain I would
gladly suffer.  I threw my head back and closed my eyes.  My abdomen
cramped as my body worked to expel the last drops of my semen into the
second-grader's mouth.

   As my climax faded I was startled by a thump.  I opened my eyes.  Renee
had fallen to the carpet and when she hit a spurt of urine sprayed out
around the shaft of her penis.  She sat with her legs splayed out, both
hands gripping her artificial penis and stirring the bulb that penetrated
her cunny.  More pale yellow liquid dribbled from between her spread labia
and soaked into the rug.  Her hazel eyes were wide but unseeing, her
features were slack and sweat dripped off her round face.  She just sat
there panting for a few seconds until her eyes focused on me.  "I peed,"
she said, abashed.  Then she broke into a rare smile.  "That was awesome!"
she exclaimed as she brushed wet strands of hair out of her face.  "I
really like fucking a whore with you!  When can we do it again?"

   I groaned as my penis flopped out of Lilah's mouth.  It was already
deflated and there was a dull ache spreading from behind my testicles. 
"Not for a while, anyway," I sighed.  Lilah rolled over until she was in
the center of the bed and spread out her arms and legs into an X.  Her face
was covered with a slimy mix of snot, mucus, spit, and cum.  Her hair was
gelled with it and a big hank stood straight up at her hairline.  Her
breath was ragged and phlegm rattled in her insulted throat.  She started
making that sound again, an uneven keening that was sobbing and giggling by
turns.  She was still thoroughly in the grip of the cannabis and E that
she'd been fed earlier.  Even being double raped for - I glanced at my
watch - nearly an hour and a half wasn't enough to bring the seven-year-old
out of it.

   I was pretty tired, too, come to that.  I lowered myself to the worn rug
next to Renee, leaning back against the bedframe, Renee scooted around so
she was next to me.  I put my arm around her.  She leaned her head against
me I looked down at our two penises: mine, exhausted and kind of sad
looking; hers still proudly erect and sticking up at an angle; both of them
slimy and dripping with a fetid mix of Lilah's bodily secretions.  "We need
a shower," I said.

   "Yeah," Renee murmured into my chest.  "You stink."

   "Yeah," I agreed.  But neither of us made a move to stand up, and in a
few moments I heard a gentle snore from Renee and felt her warm breath
blowing across my nipple.  I put my head back and closed my eyes, just for
a moment.

   The next thing I knew, someone was shaking my shoulder.  I blinked
bleary eyes and when they focused I was looking right up Karen's cunt. 
Even in repose her clitoris was huge.  It curled under itself like a pink
popcorn shrimp and lay to one side sort of slotted into a little keyhole
notch at the apex of her slit.  Her labia, mons, and thighs were heavily
crusted with her dried secretions.  It looked like dandruff in her pubic
tuft and small flakes drifted to the carpet as she shifted her weight.  She
reeked of sex, and that sharp scent cut through the stale odors in the
hotel room and was like fresh coffee in my nose.  "Wake up," Karen
repeated, and reached across me to shake her little sister's shoulder, too.
"Wake up, we're going to be late."

   Renee made a muzzy sound of complaint and lifted her head.  Her cheek
peeled away from my chest.  She had drooled on us, and a trail of spit ran
down through my chest hair to puddle with all the other fluids dried in my
pubes.  "Whatimezzit?" she mumbled.  She was a slow waker, same as me.

   "We're supposed to home in 20 minutes!" Karen said anxiously.  "You have
to get dressed." Without waiting for an answer she stepped over us and
walked into the bathroom.  Water ran briefly, and then the naked
12-year-old stepped back out, cleaning her crotch with a washcloth.  She
had no thought of covering herself.  The months and years of sexual abuse
she had suffered had completely internalized her self-image: whore.  Her
purpose in life and her daily need was to have sex with men (and women, and
boys...) and she had no more reason to cover up her breasts than her
fingers or her nose.  She still had modesty - somewhere deep inside I knew
she was constantly shamed by the desires she couldn't control - but she
believed she was public property and had no right to hide herself.

   Renee stood and moved to stand in front of her big sister.  Her fake
cock bobbed from side to side.  With her recent growth spurt, Karen
overtopped her by nearly a foot.  Renee looked up at her.  "You didn't get
to do your whoring today," Renee said.  "Are you okay?  Do you need..." she
trailed off and just held her strap-on, arching her pelvis slightly to
point the bulbous glans at Karen's open slit.

   "No," Karen said, sounding a little surprised.  "I'm...okay.  I-I feel
good.  Moira..."

   "You love her," Renee said flatly, in one of those leaps of
understanding that she had been surprising me with for as long as I'd known
her.

   To my further surprise, Karen blushed.  "I...yeah, I guess so.  She
fucked me really good.  Better than boys."

   "That's what it's like when you fuck with your lover," Renee agreed.  "I
like putting boy's penises in my mouth, but it's never as good as..." she
flapped her hand in my direction.  Then she dropped to a half squat and
started extracting the back end of the dildo from her own juvenile cunny.
She hissed in discomfort.  "But now it's sore, ow." She sniffed.  "And I
smell like squirt.  I'm gonna shower." The bulb of her dildo slid out of
cunny with a soft slurp.  It was shiny wet.  With the shaft of her cock in
one hand and the other pressed gently against her aching preteen snatch,
she walked into the bathroom.  The shower started up.

   There was a giggle behind me.  I turned around and, sitting just about
at eye level with the bed, found myself looking right between a pair of
skinny bare legs.  Lilah was on her back on the bed with her legs spread
wide.  Her bruised and inflamed vulva was lewdly displayed.  The opening
gaped obscenely wide for such a tiny child but still, barely large enough
for one of my fingers.  Lilah had no trouble at all plunging the first two
fingers of her left hand in and out, in and out of the raw red opening. 
With her other hand, she was pinching those bruised labia.  Hard.  Hard
enough that I revised my earlier assumption that her daddy had put her in
this condition.  She was digging two, sometimes three fingers into the fat
little pillows, grabbing them and squeezing with surprising strength,
pulling the skin out and away to expose her baby clit and peehole.  She
stretched the lips up, out, side to side, every which way.  And all the
time the little girl was laughing and muttering to herself.

   I stood up to get a better look.  Lilah looked so tiny lying in the
middle of the double bed.  She was a skinny little girl, a little tall for
seven which just emphasized her slenderness.  Her pale skin was shiny with
sweat.  The overhead light glinted off the tiny, fine hairs on her arms and
legs.  Her nipples, just dimes barely darker than rest of her chest, were
stiff, a little BB in the center of each one.  She was rolling her head
from side to side as she masturbated.  She alternated the pinching and
grabbing with little slaps, not only on her vulva but at the peak of her
bare mound, her thighs, all over.  Her eyes were still wide and
dazed-looking.  White showed all around the blue irises.  I leaned down to
hear her better and caught a whiff.  I recoiled involuntarily, only then
noticing the giant wet spot she lay in.  She'd peed the bed.  Good thing I
wasn't staying the night.  I focused on her high-pitched, almost incoherent
rambling.  "Inside Lilah," she was singing, or rather muttering in a
singsong tuneless voice.  "Inside Lilah's a dirty little whore, dirty
little whore!" She just kept repeating that one line, emphasizing every
"whore" with a particularly hard slap or pinch to the mottled skin between
her legs.  Her bicep flexed and she gave a sweet little grunt each time she
jammed fingers into herself.

   I threw on my clothes.  A few minutes later Karen and Renee were
dressed. Karen had hastily braided her hair and put on the clothes she'd
arrived in: a loose pink tshirt over a plain white bra, denim shorts with a
cuff at mid-thigh, and a fancy pair of sneakers.  Her face was scrubbed
clean of makeup.  Renee had put her thick brown hair back into a ponytail.
She was wearing her uniform these days, shortie overalls, a tshirt, and
hiking boots.  Karen kept anxiously glancing at her phone, watching the
time, as I assured the girls I'd get Lilah home.  I gave Karen a peck on
the cheek and bent to give Renee a full-body hug with obligatory
butt-grope. I felt something press against my thigh as I held her against
me and groped at that, too.  I looked in her hazel eyes.  "You're still
wearing...?"

   "Not that one, silly," Renee rolled her eyes.  "That one's for doing sex
but it sticks out too much under clothes.  Besides, I'm sore.  This is my
first penis, with the new elastic it fits perfect," and she put her hand
next to mine, squeezing the tube pressed to her inner thigh under her
overalls.  She dressed left, same as me.  I felt a brief, irrational surge
of pride.

   I saw the girls off, Karen chivvying Renee to hurry.  The overcast had
risen and broken but it was still spitting rain occasionally so their damp
hair and Karen's wet backpack wouldn't raise suspicions.  Lilah was still
out of it, muttering "dirty little whore, dirty little whore!" and mauling
her bruised vulva.  I tried to get her to sit on the edge of the bed, but
the naked child was limp as spaghetti.  She wouldn't sit up, and she
wouldn't stop masturbating, either.  Finally, I put my hands on hips and
looked down at her lying the middle of the piss-soaked sheets.  "What am I
going to do with you?"

   That, Lilah heard.  She threw her skinny legs as far apart as they would
go, grabbed a swollen, bruised lip in each hand and pulled her vulva as far
out and apart as the elastic skin could possibly stretch, exposing raw, red
mucosa.  She looked up at me like a puppy hoping for a treat.  "Give me a
penis?" she asked hopefully.
   To be continued.