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   Jenny's Couch Book IV: A House In Gross Disorder, part 15 (Mg, MFg, Mgg,
M+g, Fg, gangbang, prost, exhib, drugs, tort, oral, anal, cons, nc)

   The girls still weren't speaking to each other and it had been three
weeks, an eternity for a ten- and twelve-year-old to maintain a snit. 
Especially when they were sisters.  At first I'd thought Karen's silence
was just due to hard use.  After her wedding reception I'd never seen her
so sore, not even after her very first gangbang, that Halloween she and
Renee stayed at my house.  She'd only had thirty dicks in her back than -
and more than half of them she serviced with her mouth - but it had been
her first initiation into group sex, the first time she'd been fucked by
anyone but me.  And it had all been over in an hour or so.

   At her "wedding" the weekend before last, the sixth-grader had serviced
her guests for most of the afternoon and into the evening.  And since she'd
been restrained, sitting on a wicker loveseat with her legs spread wide and
ankles cuffed to the arms of the chair, in that position, well, her preteen
cunt was a more accessible and attractive target than her mouth, never mind
her undeniable oral skills she had learned from the young woman she now
called her wife.  Nobody'd been keeping track since this one day was
entertainment rather than business.  Anyway, a mere so-to-speak-headcount
would be misleading because many guests came back for seconds, even thirds,
in a few cases fourths, and two remarkable gentlemen, fifths.  And male
biology being what it is, the later encounters tended to be more lengthly
and strenuous than the earlier.

   Basically, Karen was halfway though sixth grade and that day she'd had
adult cocks pistoning in and out of her nearly continuously for close to
ten hours.  She'd loved every second of it, if her ululating cries of
climax were any gauge - but when the last guy had finally zipped up and
we'd unlocked the handcuffs from her ankles, it had taken her a good twenty
minutes before she could even move, before the endless series of orgasmic
spasms had diminished enough that she could stand, however shakily.  I'd
broken my rule and taken just a couple of pictures to memorialize the
occasion.  There was me, with the brim of my ballcap pulled low over my
eyes in a futile attempt at plausible deniability.  I had my arm around
Moira, still looking splendid in her satiny emerald gown.  She was wearing
a beauty-queen smile, the one those girls could hold endlessly if they
rubbed a little Vaseline on their upper teeth.  In Moira's case it wasn't
Vaseline making her lips and teeth - and for that matter a good part of her
lower jaw - shine in the camera flash.

   I was on one end, and Renee was at the other.  Her smile was restrained,
but genuine.  She'd had a grand time as Karen's maid of honor, and then
running wild in the woods throughout the day.  She'd removed her shoes and
socks so she could play in the creek that meandered along one edge of the
meadow and her feet were covered with red clay mud.  There were fresh
scrapes on her knees and elbows.  Her shirt was pulled up with the hem
tucked into the collar then pulled down and knotted so that her tan midriff
was bare.  Not only was the ten-year-old rocking a nice little six-pack,
she was just starting to get a waist now as well.  But her muddy feet,
dirty face, and the leaves and twigs in her hair showed a child in no hurry
to grow up.

   Karen stood between Renee and Moira.  If you looked closely you could
see that Karen was sagging a little, otherwise you wouldn't know that her
legs were trembling so hard she could barely stand.  She overtopped Renee
by a head and was almost of a height with Moira - though she looked willowy
and fragile compared to either - and she was leaning heavily with one arm
around her little sister's shoulders and her other around Moira's waist. 
She was still naked, of course, as she had been the entire day.  Unlike her
sister, Karen's feet were still clean since they hadn't touched the ground
for hours.  On the other hand, her face was a mess.  Her cheeks were
tear-tracked, her mascara had run, and her lipstick was long gone, rubbed
off on various penises.  Her hair had come undone from its chignon and
clung, lank and heavy with sweat, to her forehead, cheeks, and shoulders.
It fell in honey-colored waves over the pale hemispheres of her breasts. 
Her nipples, swollen and red, peeked through the curtain of hair.  Her
stomach and abdomen were dappled with sperm - older patches dried and
flaking, fresher ones still tracing slow tracks downward.  And her cunt -
well, the twelve-year-old's nearly hairless vulva was barely visible
through the heavy coating of countless ejaculations.  Normally smooth and
pale, the skin was an angry red and dappled with rash.  Only the very tip
of her oversized clitoris was visible, a bright red wrinkled knob floating
in a thick sea of protein.  Diluted with her own heavy cream, cum oozed
steadily from her gaping opening.  Her inner labia were thick and flushed
and spread wide.  The heavy froth of sex juices ran down her thighs, making
wet, shiny trails that curved past her knees, down her shapely calves and
around her ankles.  Wherever Karen stood still for more than a minute or
two, when she moved on she left a small odorous puddle of cream behind her.
My favorite shot was taken just as another wave of orgasm rolled over the
preteen.  Her face was caught between a bright smile and a heavy-lidded
grimace of pleasure and a bolus of frothy sex juices was clearly visible
descending from one bright pink labium.

   Karen had needed her new wife and her sister to help her hobble back to
our cabin.  She complained about the cramps in her hips and thighs and
moaned about the hot, abraded soreness that suffused her vagina.  Some
other girl might have been embarrassed to openly complain that she'd fucked
so hard and so long that her pussy felt sandblasted - but the days when
Karen was allowed to show any self-consciousness were long past.  During
her first weeks of training, any show of modesty met with stern
recriminations from me or Moira and usually resulted in even greater
humiliations for the little girl, but that was no longer necessary.  Karen
had thoroughly internalized all the things we had taught her being a whore
meant, and chief among them was that her body was public property.  Now no
matter how she suffered emotionally from never being allowed any level of
personal privacy, she'd stopped trying.

   "Oh, my babycunt," Karen moaned as she stumbled barefoot over the uneven
ground.  I could see it hurt her even to raise her foot to step over the
tree roots.  When we got to the cabin she couldn't manage the step up to
the weathered boards of the porch.  Renee watched, nonplussed, and Moira
and I exchanged a smile as Karen painfully got down on her hands and knees
and crawled to the door.  Her head hung down between her narrow shoulders
and she whimpered from the all-over ache of hard usage.  Renee jumped up to
open the door for her but her bare foot skidded on the slime trail Karen's
leaking cunt left behind her.  Grimacing with disgust, Renee wiped her sole
on Karen's pale butt cheek before helping her to her feet and half-carrying
her to the cabin's double bed.

   Karen didn't have much to say that night.  When Moira rolled Karen onto
her back and dove between her thighs to start licking her clean she groaned
and barely managed a hoarse "thank you".  Moira stripped and slid next to
her and the little girl clung to her as if drowning, clung until her
whimpers trailed off into uneasy snores.  And so the next morning when
she'd come back from the toilets to find me and her little sister gleefully
pumping Moira, I'd assumed her silence was still due to exhaustion - tired,
but the good kind of tired as we used to say.  And then before I had time
to really think about it I got distracted by having to deal with Lilah. 
Karen had taken the little girl to hose her off after Moira had literally
poured a double handful of LSD microdot down the seven-year-old's throat.
She'd taken her, but come back alone.  She answered my questions with a
grunt and vague wave in the direction of the shower house.  At the time I
just set it down to preadolescent moodiness and, since I needed a wash and
shave myself, set off see what was what.

   I heard Lilah before I saw her.  The shower house was a simple
breeze-block construction on a concrete pad.  It was painted pale green
with a rusting corrugated metal roof.  It was windowless but there was a
gap between the eaves and the top of the walls that ran all around for
ventilation.  A low moaning drifted to my ears, sounding like a small
animal in pain.  I followed the sound inside and discovered I wasn't far
off.  Inside the layout was simple.  A shoulder-high wall of the same
breeze-block ran down the center of the building.  There was a dim,
flickering line of fluorescent lights hanging above it.  On one side were
showers and sinks; on the other, toilet stalls and urinals.  The urinals
were the kind that went from chest height down to the floor with the drain
countersunk an inch or two.  And that's where I found Lilah, huddled into a
ball in the urinal farthest from the door.  She was still filthy.  Her
knees were drawn up to her chin with her butt against the porcelain and her
toes clinging to the rim.  Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees.
The silver leash hung unregarded from the pink leather collar that
encircled the seven-year-old's throat.  She was rocking slightly.  Her
pupils were so dilated that no blue was visible, they were just black holes
surrounded by bloodshot, red-rimmed white.

   Lilah's face was frozen in a rictus of fear.  Her whimpering hitched
when I stepped to stand over her, but she was only reacting to the change
in the light.  She wasn't seeing me at all.  She wasn't seeing anything, or
rather, whatever she saw existed only for her.  She flinched away when my
shadow fell across her.  Her eyes darted back and forth erratically
"Monthters!" she moaned.  "Monthters!" I wondered how long this trip would
last, given that Moira had fed her maybe a hundred times what would be a
ginormous dose for an adult.  And that was on top of the speedball, of
course, the heroin/cocaine mixture that she'd been injected with.

   "Monthterth!" Lilah repeated again.  Her lisp was even more pronounced.
When she turned her terrified face up I saw the fresh gap where she had
knocked out one of her bottom teeth.  I couldn't remember if it was baby or
permanent.  Whatever.  The main thing was, at the moment I had an
overwhelming need to urinate, and there she was, crouched in the urinal.

   Lilah flinched again when my heavy stream splashed on her face but made
no move to evade the stinking yellow liquid.  "Monthterth," she repeated,
slightly muffled as my piss filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

   As my stream trailed off, I tugged the flusher valve.  Lilah looked up
and a gush of water caught her full in the face.  She sputtered as it
cascaded over her trembling form.  The water poured over her greasy hair,
plastering it to her head.  Rivulets of grey ran down her body.  I flushed
again, pouring more cold water over the shivering child until she was
sitting in a slowly-draining puddle of dirty water, urine, and clotted
spunk.  Wet hair, somewhat restored to its white-blonde color, covered her
face.  Those crazed eyes, white all around blown pupils and focused on
horrors only Lilah could see, peered out between greasy locks.  She was
still whimpering, interspersed with little yelps and shrieks as if she were
being pricked or bitten.  I bent down and her eyes darted to my face,
focusing on me, or on something that she saw in approximately the same
place as me.  She shrank back, throwing up an arm as if to ward me off. 
"Monthter, nononono..."

   Repeated flushes carried away the worst of the mud and dried semen, but
Lilah was still far from clean.  I considered carrying a wet, slippery,
hallucinating, terrified seven-year-old and holding her under the shower. I
considered it, and then I simply squirted a bunch of shampoo onto her head
and flushed the urinal again.  I started working my fingers through mats
and gross, sticky clumps of cold semen.  She yelped at my touch and jerked
backwards, banging her head against the porcelain hard enough to make it
ring.  It dazed her for a few seconds, enough for me to get some lather
going.  I got down on my knees and tried to look in her eyes.  "Can you
wash your hair, sweetie?" In response, Lilah started to cry.

   "No arms," she sobbed.  "No arms, monthterth ate them, they fell off, no
arms..."

   "Of course you have arms, sweetie," I said.  "Look, right here." I took
her hands in mine and held them up in front of her face.

   The seven-year-old wasn't convinced.  "No arms," Lilah repeated.  But
then her sobbing choked off and her head jerked up.  She stared at the
flickering lights overhead and broke out in maniacal laughter.  "Kitties!"
she shrieked, cackling wildly.  "Kitties, kitties, kitties!" She started
flailing her hands as if she were trying to catch something dancing around
her head.  "Kitties, kitties, kitties!" she sang, her voice cracking.  Each
repetition was higher and louder.  But then her face changed again and her
voice rose to a shriek not of joy, but fright.  "NOOOO!" she cried.  "Don't
bite me!  Don't bite my cuuUUUAAAIIEEE!" The child convulsed.  She bounced
out of the urinal and lay thrashing on the cold concrete floor, moaning. 
"My cuuunt, kitties ate my cunt, noooo, it hurth, burning, blood, blood,
cunt..." she trailed off into incoherence.

   It was no use trying to get Lilah to follow instructions.  The LSD had
carried her off into some completely different world and it would be some
time before she came back.  If she ever did.  She really needed a more
thorough cleaning but it would have to wait for later.  I knelt and got one
arm beneath her back and the other under her knees, but when I tried to
stand she shrieked and thrashed and squirmed out of my grasp.  Then one
flailing foot caught me a glancing blow on the testicles and I gave it up
as a bad job.  She was still collared so I just picked up the leash and
pulled.  Her screams choked off as the collar tightened around her fragile
throat.  She clawed at it as I dragged her around the partition and to the
showers.  The leash was just long enough to loop around a pipe and pull
Lilah up to a sitting position against the wall.  She screamed again when I
turned on the water.  "Fire!  I'm on fire!  I'm burning!" she hollered,
jerking and fighting against the collar until she lost balance, fell back
and cracked her head again against the wall.  She slid down as tears
streamed from her wide-open eyes and her voice trailed off into a soft,
piteous sobbing under a tepid drizzle from the showerhead.

   Lilah cycled from open-mouthed wonder to crazed laughter to terrified
sobs and back as I showered up as best I could under a lukewarm dribble. 
At one point the pipes started groaning which set her scrabbling futilely
across the floor, shrieking "They're coming!  They're coming!" and gagging
herself with the collar.  As I rinsed off she was prone on the wet
concrete. She rolled over and stared emptily at the flickering lights.  Her
chest rose and fell irregularly with gulped breaths.  Her skin was
stretched tight over her skeleton.  I could see her heart hammering against
the inside of her ribcage.

   But she only looked exhausted.  As I unlooped the leash and stooped to
pick her up she went crazy again, squealing and thrashing and striking out
blindly.  Still, she was only seven.  Even her adrenaline-flooded strength
was no match for an adult.  I could put my palm flat against her chest and
hold her down easily.  But she was like the proverbial greased pig if I
tried to pick her up.  As we struggled my free hand accidentally snagged
the bootlace threaded through her vulva and that, finally, stopped her.  It
seemed to knock the breath right out of her, if only for a second.  Her
eyes swam into focus on my face.  She squinted hard, and her brow wrinkled
as if she were thinking hard.  She whispered my name.  I nodded. 
"It's...it's you?" she said.  I nodded again.  "You're...you're the whore
monthter!  MONTHTER!" she shrieked.  Experimentally, I tugged on the lace
again, yanking painfully at her battered labia.  Again she fell silent.  So
now I had a plan.

   The laces criss-crossing her slit were fairly loose.  Her outer lips
weren't smooshed together in a crooked line but were resuming a more normal
appearance - except for the holes pierced through them and the horrific
bruising.  I licked my index finger and stroked it up and down the crease.
I paused at the bottom and wiggled it, probing until I felt the taut bands
of her tiny inner lips.  I pushed.

   Lilah groaned as my finger slid in.  She was on fire inside, and
vise-tight.  As her baby cunny yielded she started panting.  Her belly
bulged and flattened as her diaphragm went into spasm.  She made
high-pitched "owwww, owwww, owwww," sounds as the air was forced from her
lungs.  Tears started to leak from her unseeing eyes.  My finger plumbed
the little girl to her full depth as her hot, febrile skin pressed into my
palm.  I wrapped the leash around my other hand and got my feet under me.

   Lilah's moan became a pitiful weak yowl as I started to lift.  Her legs
tried to kick and I caught another loop of the chain-link leash until my
fist was right up against her collar.  "Huuuuuuurts," she cried as I slowly
stood.  It felt like the child had lost even more weight in the last few
days, but all of it was supported with her perineum crushed against my palm
and the one finger fully embedded in her vagina.  Her feet came off the
floor, her legs dangling and twitching.  Water dripped off her toes.

   I was holding Lilah upright with my other hand but her head lolled. 
Tears still leaked silently from her eyes and beaded her lashes.  Her eyes
were fixed on nothing.  "Huuuuuurts," she cried again as her twitching
shifted her weight and my finger jabbed into her cervix.  Holding her
close, underneath the fragrance of shampoo she smelled sour.  It was not
just the mildewy odor of long-unwashed little girl.  She smelled unhealthy,
the vaguely yeasty odor of a child whose body just wasn't working right any
more.  Nevertheless, the feel of the little girl wriggling against me, the
feverish warmth of her skin and the fantastic heat of her cunt squeezing my
finger was delicious, and my cock started to rise.  It rubbed against her
kicking legs as I carried her out into the morning sunlight.

   By the time I got back to the cabin Lilah had quieted.  Her eyes were
still open wide and she was still mumbling incoherently.  I set her on the
double bed.  Her cunt was clamped almost painfully on my finger, to the
point that I had to struggle to pull it out.  Her skinny legs twitched as I
twisted it inside her juvenile tunnel, and when it finally came free she
jerked all over, but then she lay quietly.  She didn't resist as I slid her
into her crate, folded her legs up and latched the door.  She didn't make a
peep as we got the girls dressed and checked out of the campsite.

   Then we split up - I dropped off her and Moira at the pet show, Karen
still noticeably limping, and Renee and I went to watch a bunch of black
belts kick the crap out of each other.  We left Lilah in the van with a
blanket tossed over the cage and someone's dirty panties stuffed in her
mouth to keep her quiet.

   Renee was a little...odd with me.  Always a serious child, today she was
positively solemn.  She enjoyed the expo but she seemed a little
distracted, like she was thinking hard about something.  But she wouldn't
talk to me, just giving me that flat, unemotional stare that was frankly a
little creepy sometimes.  Still, I think she had a good time and she
thanked me politely enough when I bought her some new gear.

   It wasn't until we were driving back home that I really started to think
something was amiss.  We'd put out a tip jar at the reception and Karen had
done surprisingly well.  Renee, always the little business manager, counted
the cash carefully, twice.  "Wowee, Karen!" she exulted.  "You whored
almost four thousand dollars!" Normally Karen would have been glowing with
pride and chattering away with her little sister about the high points of
the day - whose cock was thickest, which man was cutest, how many times did
she get cum up her nose, that one guy who pulled out and actually shot his
first spurt clear over her head, painting a stripe of hot semen from her
hair on her head to her tuft of soft pubic curls.  But all she did was
glare at her little sister.  Renee looked puzzled but let it pass.

   The next weekend I didn't see the girls - an out-of-town job wrapped
around the weekend thanks to a subcontractor's poor planning.  The weekend
after that, they each had separate sleepovers.  It was toward the end of
the following week that I got a call from Jenny.  She came right to the
point.  "Did anything odd happen between the girls when you took them out
of town?"

   Fear thrilled through me.  What the hell was I going to say?  "Well, not
odd, really.  Your older daughter fucks up a storm every weekend, this was
just a little moreso.  Oh, and she got married.  To a woman." Yeah, that
wouldn't work.  I settled on a cautious, "Not that I saw, why?"

   "Because they haven't spoken a civil word to each other since then. 
Karen just gives Renee the stinkeye and won't speak beyond the bare
minimum. Renee acts like it doesn't bother her but I can tell she's hurt.
Rob sat them each down separately -" Again I felt the blood drain from my
face.  "- but neither of them will admit to anything.  We've been ignoring
it, hoping it would work itself out, but I think something happened to set
them at each others' throats and I really need to know what it is."

   I swallowed.  "I just can't imagine," I said feebly.  "But, uh, maybe if
I talk to them...?  If they won't tell you, I doubt they'll tell me," I
extemporized, "But maybe I can convince them to either tell you or work it
out or whatever." So it was agreed I'd come by that weekend and take them
out for ice cream and a chat.  Shit.

   I spent the rest of the week whipsawing between a sense of doom and
grasping at any straw of hope.  I'd been dancing on the precipice so long -
a year and a half now from the moment I looked up from Renee's face freshly
glazed with my semen to meet Karen's stunned and horrified gaze - that I'd
half convinced myself that we could continue indefinitely, that Karen would
be merrily selling her body all through middle school and high school,
until she turned eighteen and left home and could tell her parents that she
was a sex worker or not, as she chose.  That I could keep merrily
sodomizing her little sister and keep her focused on me as her "lover" for
as long as it suited me, until she grew up or I lost interest.  Was I
fucking insane?  Poor Karen had been put under pressure that would break
most adults.  Of course she was cracking up.  Of course she was going to
tell.  Of course I was going to end up, not just in prison, but buried
underneath it.

   Those were my thoughts as I drove to Jenny and Rob's house.  I found
myself unconsciously slowing down, driving beneath the speed limit as if to
delay the inevitable.  I even circled the block more than once, looking for
anything that might be an unmarked cop car lying in wait.  Finally, with
the weight of the end of my world on my shoulders, I forced myself to park,
walk up to the door, knock.  I can't really say much about what happened
between my knock and when I had the girls in my truck.  I was so relieved
that no cops jumped out of the bushes to cuff'n'stuff me that I was on
automatic pilot.  Jenny asked me if I was feeling alright because I looked
so pale.

   In the truck, Karen ostentatiously scooted as far away from her sister
on the bench seat as possible, which put her warm little thigh right up
against mine, but I was so weak with relief that I barely noticed.  Karen
was wearing a cute spaghetti-strap dress that came to mid-thigh, some kind
of lightweight flannel fabric, white with little blue figures on it.  Her
hair was in two long braids.  She had several hair bands and bangles on
each wrist and a gold ankle chain.  Her white ankle-strap sandals had a low
wedge.  Renee stared stolidly ahead as I drove - not so much out the
windshield as at the dash since she was still a little too short for a good
view.  She was wearing a glittery thrift-shop tshirt for a 90s hair-metal
band, one of those expanding lacework chokers for little girls, and baggy
cargo shorts.  She kicked off bright blue flipflops as soon as she was
belted in, folding one bare foot against the opposite thigh and bouncing
the other one in time to some internal rhythm.

   By the time I got my shit back together I realized that I had
unconsciously set course for Karen's job site a/k/a the park.  I saw a food
truck selling coffee and ice cream parked at the corner so I figured this
was as good a place as any.  The middle-aged woman working the truck
greeted Karen with a broad smile that she carefully schooled to neutrality
when she realized I was with the girls.  I ordered a Thai iced coffee,
Karen got a small sundae, and Renee ordered a tooth-rottingly sweet blended
mocha.  We didn't talk much as we walked into the park.  Renee was content
to hold my hand and swing our arms together but Karen kept a pace or two
ahead.  Some things didn't change.  The sixth-grader might be a veteran
prostitute, she might screw a dozen adults for money on any given weekend,
but she was still mortified to be seen as "with" a grownup and not
independent - even if the grownup in question was the first one ever to
enter her tight preteen cunt and the one who turned her out.

   Karen turned off the footpath suddenly.  I had glanced away and all I
saw was a flash of her calf as she disappeared between an almost invisible
gap between two hedges.  I had to duck slightly to clear the branches of a
spreading magnolia tree.  We took two sharp turns and found ourselves in a
tiny clearing, barely big enough for the picnic blanket I'd brought from
the truck.  We were less than ten feet off the footpath but completely
invisible to the passers-by.  At the same time we had a clear view of their
feet and could see if anyone stopped or followed us.  It took me a minute,
but I realized that Karen had led us to her "office".  This is where she
spent her Saturdays.  I took a moment to reflect on how many hundreds of
times strangers had ejaculated into the pretty sixth-grader exactly where I
was sitting - fortunately, on a blanket.

   Renee dropped her backpack and folded into an easy cross-legged seat,
back straight, one hand in her lap, the other holding her drink.  Karen
knelt gracefully and tucked her feet under her, balancing her sundae dish
on one hand.  I plopped down with neither her grace nor Renee's
flexibility. Then I decided to get right down to it.  "Karen.  What the
fuck is your problem?"

   Karen took a bite of her sundae and chewed it slowly, almost insolently
before answering.  "Ask HER," was all she said and there was so much venom
in that word that I was taken aback.  This was the girl who was reduced to
hysterical tears one time when she was convinced that her little sister
hated her.

   "No, I want you to tell me, Karen," I said, and got nothing but an angry
stare in return.  I changed tactics.  "Karen, how would you like your
mother to know you're a whore?" That shook her a little.  "How about your
father?  How would you like your daddy to know that his little girl fucks
for money, and has been doing it since she was eleven?  Is that what you
want?  For your daddy to have to think about you on your back?  With your
legs spread?  With some old man squirting his stuff into you?  With you
going 'oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my whore babycunt, I can't get enough
dick'?" I took a mocking falsetto tone.  Karen seemed to draw into herself
as I continued.  Her shoulders hunched, her chin dropped and her insolence
crumpled.  "And if your mommy and daddy find out, everyone else will too.
Is that what you want?  You want your teachers to know you're a whore?  How
about all your friends?" Karen shook her head silently.  Her chin quivered.
"Then tell me NOW," I demanded.  "What the heck is going on?"

   Karen raised her head and pointed at her little sister.  Her eyes were
shiny but her expression was savage.  "SHE FUCKED MY WIFE!" she shouted,
and then burst into tears.

   I was taken aback, but rallied.  "Karen, you married a whore.  You knew
that.  What did you think would happen?"

   "But not my little sister!" Karen sniffled.  "Renee has you, you're
lovers, and I love Moira and she loves me and why can't I have
just...one...just one person..." and she buried her head in her hands and
sobbed.

   I didn't correct her statement that Moira loved her.  From my
perspective Moira was too broken to love anyone, but hey, anything was
possible.  I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Karen, pulling her to
me.  "Aw, sweetie, I'm sorry..." I was cut off by Renee who cannonballed
into her big sister.  Her drink and Karen's sundae both went flying.  Oh
well, the blanket needed a wash anyway.

   The younger girl wrapped her arms around Karen's waist in a fierce hug,
pushing her head between Karen's small, high breasts.  "I'm sorry, Karen!"
she declared.  "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, really I didn't!  It's
just I had a boner and it wanted to fuck!" I blinked.  I looked down and
thought I saw Renee give me a sly glance out of the corner of her eye. 
Surely a fourth-grader couldn't be throwing my own words back at me in such
a clever indirect way.  Could she?  "And you weren't there and Lilah wasn't
there and Moira was the only whore that was there..."

   Karen sniffed, rubbed her nose with the heel of her hand.  "Why didn't
you just fuck him?" she demanded, pointing her chin at me.

   "Because he was already fucking me," Renee said in her best
duh-it's-obvious tone of voice.  Now that the argument was on logical
grounds she clearly felt she had the upper hand.  "In the butt," she
clarified.  Karen didn't know how to answer that and Renee continued. 
"Karen, really I'm sorry.  I love you and I want you to be happy.  I don't
like Moira but if you want her to be your lover and marry her and fucking
her makes you happy then I'm happy too.  If you don't want me to fuck her
again I won't.  I promise.  I promise, Karen, but please don't be mad at me
any more.  I promise I won't fuck her, even if I have a boner."

   Karen buried her face in her little sister's hair, engulfing her in a
fierce hug.  "It's ok," she said.  "I love you, too, Renee.  I'm not mad. I
love you.  And...and you can even fuck my wife if you want to.  Once in a
while."

   My heart melted at the sight of the two sisters embracing.  They looked
so different, you'd almost never think they were related, unless you saw
them together.  Then you knew without a doubt that they belonged to one
another.

   I might've been a little weepy myself, but that didn't stop me from
noticing something as Karen shifted to cradle her little sister in her
arms. I reached out and took the hem of her summer dress between two
fingers, and lifted it and her slip right up to her waist.  "Karen, you
naughty little girl!" I said with mock severity.  "Were you planning to go
whoring today?"

   Renee looked down and put both hands to her mouth to smother her
giggles. "Karen forgot her panties!" she exclaimed, then burst into song.
"Karen is a whore, a whory, whory who-ore!"

   Karen blushed but with pleasure, not humiliation.  She looked at me with
a mischievous smile and said "Well, it IS Saturday after all.  And look!"
she pushed Renee away from her and at the same time pushed herself
backwards, letting her legs fly out and up in the air.  "Look at my hot
babycunt!"

   I looked.  The twelve-year-old's cunny was indeed flushed with warmth,
the outer lips pink with blood.  Moisture was clearly visible in her crack
and her clitoris was already half-erect, peeking out of its hood, standing
up - with its unique sidewise twist - just below her blond pubic tuft,
proud and almost absurdly large.  All of a sudden I was having trouble
getting enough air.  My abs tightened in a delicious cramp and I felt the
pressure of my jeans against my swelling organ.

   Karen's blue eyes were wide.  There were two spots of color high on her
cheeks.  She licked her lips.  "I sure would like a big penis right now,"
she said, and her childish face reflected a distinctly un-childish lust.

   I looked over at Renee.  "Do you know anyone with a big penis right
now?"

   Renee's eyes danced.  "I sure do!" she said, and unzipped her backpack
and reached in, emerging with her hand full of a large dildo that almost
exactly matched her olive skin tone.  She upended the pack and a tube of
Astroglide dropped onto the blanket.  Quick as a wink she skinned out of
her shorts and panties.  The appliance was the Feeldo that Karen had bought
for her.  She thumbed open the tube and squeezed a generous glob onto the
short end and ran her hand up and down, spreading it evenly.  Then, naked
from the waist down, she dropped into a sumo squat and ran her hand up and
down her hairless slit until it, too, shone with lubricant.  She pointed
her first two fingers, bent her wrist, and pushed them into her
ten-year-old vagina.  Grimacing slightly at the first penetration, she
pumped herself once, twice, then withdrew.  With a careful, two-handed grip
she positioned the Feeldo at her dime-sized opening and, making a sound
something like "mmmnngh", pushed it in, expanding her still-undeveloped
inner labia.  She grasped the lifelike protrusion and bent it upwards, the
joint clicking as it angled.  Then, grinning, Renee stood up and leaned
back.  An adult-sized cock sprouted from her hairless crotch.  The shaft
was molded with heavy veins and little bumps.  The crown flared
dramatically with a row of almost-spikes along the rim, and the head shaded
realistically to an almost purplish color.  It bobbed in time with the
little girl's giggles.  "Look at my big penis, Karen!" she declared.  "Do
you like it?"

   Karen stared hungrily at her little sister's erection.  "Uh-huh," she
said, half hypnotized.  "Come fuck me, Renee.  Please take your big penis
and fuck me NOW!"

   Laughing, Renee threw herself on her big sister.  The two wrestled
playfully for a moment, then Renee's bare butt was up in the air.  She
supported herself briefly on one hand as she positioned herself with the
head of her dildo wedged between Karen's labia.  Then her asscheeks flexed,
her toes dug into the blanket, and she pushed forward.  "Oh, yeaaaah," her
big sister sighed as her preteen vagina engulfed yet another cock.

   Karen wrapped her arms and legs around her little sister.  She pressed
her sandaled heels against Renee's tight little backside, urging the
ten-year-old to penetrate her more deeply.  "Oh, Renee," she gasped.  "Fuck
me, Renee, my babycunt needs to be fucked so bad."

   Renee was a full head shorter than the older girl.  She pressed her face
into Karen's pale neck.  Her thick brown hair spread over the two like a
blanket and muffled her voice slightly.  "I'm fucking you, whore," she
said, and the love in her voice belied the harsh words.  "You're my sister
and I love you and I'm fucking your whore cunt." Her butt lifted slightly
then surged forwards and Karen cried out, a sound of pure joy.

   Then Renee went to work.  The ten-year-old fucked her older sister with
moves lots of adult men didn't know.  Short rabbit strokes, then steady
long ones.  Her cute ass rose and fell, made little circles, rose and fell
again.  She withdrew until the spiky crown emerged, glistening and smeared
with Karen's thick sex honey.  She leaned her weight on Karen's shoulders,
pinning the bigger girl to the ground and avoiding her hip-thrusts as her
moans got frantic and desperate.  Then she slowly, slowly, drove the full
length of her cock back into Karen's grasping puss, pressing until more
cream squelched out around the shaft.  Then Renee wriggled, sighing with
pleasure as Karen's muscular tunnel moved the back peg inside her own
little muffin.

   I watched, entranced, as Karen climbed rapidly to her first climax.  The
sight of the two children rutting was almost more than I could bear. 
Seemingly on its own, my hand popped the button on my jeans.  I spread them
open, leaving my hardon constrained only by my briefs.  But more important
than undressing myself, I was seized by the desire to see all of the girls'
undeveloped bodies that I knew so well.  I shouldered Renee's torso
upright, then grabbed the hem of her tshirt and lifted.  The little girl
cooperated, raising her arms as I pulled it up and off.  I lifted her hair
free and let it tumble down her back as I tossed the tee aside.  Her
underwear was a soft half-cami with lace edging and a little bow.  Her
preteen breasts pushed against the thin cotton.  Her nipples, very large in
proportion to the little plum-sized mounds, were clearly outlined.  I
pulled it up to free her titties but didn't lift it over her head.  I bent
to engulf first one, then the other breastlet, opening my mouth as wide as
I could and swirling my tongue around as each bud erected.  Renee tasted
like sweat and faintly of coconut.  I felt more than heard her breath hitch
as I closed my lips on her left nipple, then let my tongue paint a line to
the hollow of her throat, then up the side of her neck and along her soft
jawline.  I stroked her face gently as I kissed each of the two tiny moles
near the hinge of her jaw.  Then I sat back.  I was breathing hard but it
seemed like I couldn't quite take in enough air.  Renee grinned at me, then
the muscles flexed under her sun-dappled skin and her eyes closed as she
thrust again into her big sister.

   Karen's dress was bunched around her waist.  She was lost in sexual
pleasure but I didn't need her help to pull it up to her neck, rubbing my
hands over the hot, pale skin of her belly and sides as I went.  I popped
the front clasp on her pale pink bra.  The two halves sprang apart, freeing
her beautiful breasts.  Each was about a teacup's worth and just as round.
Her entire areolae swelled, leaving each mound capped by a bright red
cherry.  She stretched, raising her arms above her head and pushing her
titties up at Renee as I pulled her dress completely off, dropping it atop
Renee's discarded clothing.

   Now fully naked except for her cute white sandals, Karen reached out to
Renee, pulling the younger girl down so the two were skin-to-skin from neck
to crotch.  Karen moaned as Renee started pumping, a fast, steady rhythm.
"Oh, jeez, Renee, I love you, I love your cock, it's so big, jeez, feels so
good in me, so hot..."

   I stretched out alongside the coupled children, just pushing my face
against theirs, kissing each in turn, soft quick pecks and licks on their
temples, their noses, their cheeks.  "Look at your sister, Renee," I
breathed in the younger girl's ear, "She'll fuck anyone, she's a total
whore!"

   My words seemed to inflame Karen.  Her face was bright pink and shiny
with sweat.  "Oh, yes, I'm a whore, I'm a whore, my whore babycunt, whore
oh JEEEEEZ!" Karen arched her back and yowled as her orgasm slammed into
her.  It was a wolf and the twelve-year-old was shaken like a rag doll
caught in its jaws.  Her arms and legs flailed out and the summer air was
suddenly redolent with the preteen's spicy scent.

   Renee propped herself on her hands, riding her big sister as she
shuddered and groaned through her climax.  Her eyelids fluttered and she
sighed as Karen's spasms and the violent clenching of her vaginal muscles
was transmitted through the appliance to her own pubis.  Cream squirted
from where the children were joined, soaking Renee up to her bellybutton.
Her back and shoulders were dappled with perspiration and her cheeks
glowed.

   Karen gulped a breath, and released it in a shaky moan.  She did it
again.  And again.  And finally, she lay still, only her quivering abs
showing the aftershocks that still coursed through her.  She opened her
eyes, shiny with unshed tears.  Her face relaxed and her lips spread in a
smile of pure joy.  Her gaze locked on her little sister's round face
looming over her.  "More," she mouthed.  "More." And Renee began to thrust
again.

   The act of incest was so perverse, yet so loving.  And it was far from
the first time I had watched the two little girls pleasuring each other. 
The familiarity made it even more perverted, that and knowing that without
my influence the children would still be innocent, Renee maybe just
beginning to experiment with touching herself, perhaps benefitting from a
private chat or two with her big sister or discovering that the showerhead
held just so produced mysterious sensations.  Neither of them having any
acquaintance with even the word "fuck" beyond whispering it back and forth
to a friend, giggling at their daring.  Now here they were, naked on a
blanket in a public park where only steps away adults strolled and other
children played.  Here they were, Renee wearing only one of her selection
of penile prostheses and giving her sister the sexual congress Karen had
already had thousands of times - all while she completed fifth grade and
began sixth.

   What could I do but push down my jeans and briefs, kick them off and
leave them in a pile atop my own sandals, unbutton my shirt and join the
children in their somehow innocent nudity.  The sun was warm on my skin,
the air gentle as my erection bounced against my belly.  I rolled against
the girls again, running one hand down Renee's sweaty back and with the
other stroking tendrils of Karen's blond hair back from her forehead and
temples.  I kissed Renee on the cheek, then bent and thrust my tongue into
Karen's mouth.  I felt her sigh then gasp as Renee pushed into her again. I
felt her hand on my neck as she angled her head to move her lips against
mine.

   I broke the kiss and turned to her little sister.  In her turn Renee was
the oral aggressor, pushing her tongue in and out of my mouth, making soft
sounds in her throat as I sucked on it and twirled my own around it.  I ran
my hand down her back, feeling the muscles shift and flex under her skin.
But when I reached her butt and began running my fingers through her crack,
probing for her little rosette, she pulled back.  "Uh-uh," she said.  I
squeezed one cheek then the other, then went back to tickle her tight
pucker.  She broke our kiss and reared back.  "No!" she said, shaking a
finger in my face as if I were the recalcitrant child.  "I said No!  and
that means No!" she said, and her eyes were dark, her expression severe.

   "Ok, ok," I mumbled, playfully made as if to bite her finger, and went
back to planting kisses all over her face and neck.  I carried on kissing
my way down her back as she arched and straightened, arched and
straightened with the effort of fucking Karen beneath her.  I sat up and
pivoted, moving my legs to point in the opposite direction of the
children's'.  I slid down until, grabbing my erection near the base, I was
able to slide it across Karen's lips.  "Shiiit," I whispered as her breath
warmed the taut skin.  Karen's tongue snaked out and gently lapped at me,
expertly nibbling at the skin behind my glans, then sliding down and
briefly sucking one of testicles into her mouth.

   I put my hand on the back of Karen's neck, turning her head so that I
could thrust directly into her hot mouth.  Her lips closed around my
mushroom, her mouth easily accommodating my adult thickness.  A shiver went
up my back as her tongue lashed back and forth then dug at my slit.  I held
her head and rocked my hips until half of my shaft disappeared into the
twelve-year-old's hot mouth.  She sucked hard as I rocked back, my organ
emerging shiny with her spit.  With a pop!  it came free of her suction and
I bounced it off her Cupid's bow, splashing short little strings of precum
across her face.  I pushed in again, but the angle was awkward.  Karen's
neck was stretched uncomfortably and my nose was stuffed into Renee's
armpit.  "Here," I said, taking hold of Karen's leg above the knee and
levering it over, showing the older girl I wanted her on her hands and
knees.  She moaned as Renee's cock rotated inside her grasping puss and
Renee made a sound deep in her throat as the torsion made her end of the
dildo push against her g-spot, causing her legs to go momentarily limp with
pleasure.

   I slid beneath Karen, positioning her leg so her knees were above my
shoulders.  Her groans became muffled as she used one hand to grab my cock,
angle it up, and fill her mouth with it.  Now I was on my back, my butt
rocking on the blanket as Karen sucked my cock with enthusiasm.  The
twelve-year-old's braids tickled my belly.  I was looking up at the
juncture of the two little girls.  Renee grabbed Karen around her hips and
resumed thrusting.  Her cock made wet slurping noises as the molded shaft
moved in and out.  Each outstroke it emerged with a fresh coating of
Karen's sex cream and before long it was starting to drip down onto the
latex.  The first glob hit my forehead, hot and slimy.  The second went up
my nose.  By the third I had my targeting adjusted, tilting my head back
and opening my mouth so that the delicious, pungent liquid dribbled over my
tongue.  I reached up my hand and massaged Karen's obscenely swollen
clitoris with my thumb, pushing it from side to side and squeezing it
against Renee's cock.  It was bright red, flushed and heavy with blood and
I swear I could feel it throbbing against the pad of my thumb.  "Ohhhhhhhh,
ghaarrggh," Karen mumbled around my cock, gargling spit and precum as my
head slid against her glottis.  Her back arched and her titties were hot
and soft, pressed against my belly.

   Karen's knees were spread wide on the blanket, lowering her ass so that,
despite her shorter stature, Renee could mate with her.  I butted my head
against Renee's knees, forcing them apart so I could get between them.  As
I did, Karen spread further, pulling her stuffed cunny open and dropping
her torso further so we were pressed together.  Her skin was hot and damp
and smelled of sex.

   Now I was looking directly up at where each child was penetrated.  The
cosmetic end of the Feeldo pushed in and out, in and out of Karen's twat,
forcing hot breath over my cock with each plunge into her.  The smooth peg
filling Renee's even smaller channel shifted from side to side and up and
down with the younger girl's cocksmanship.  Their two cunts, Karen's
adolescent flower and Renee's simpler undeveloped hole, pressed together
and pulled apart.  The sight was mesmerizing.  With every thrust both girls
grunted, high and sweet, and hot cream dribbled off the shaft and into my
mouth or onto my face.

   I lifted my upper body so I could press my lips directly against Renee's
slimy penis.  Her scent, delicate and floral combined with her sister's
heavier, more pungent aroma to make an olfactory symphony of depravity.  I
tilted my head back and craned my neck, letting my tongue slide as Renee
thrust in.  She jerked as I pursed my lips against the very bottom of her
vulva and then nipped gently at her perineum.  My nose pressed against her
pucker and the nutty, slightly bitter note of her anus joined with the
other scents.

   I closed my teeth on Renee's taint a little more firmly.  She eeped and
jumped in reaction and her thrusts became both sharper and more irregular.
In response Karen's gargling noises got louder, cut off momentarily as I
couldn't stop myself from thrusting up and plugging the entrance to her
throat.  Karen wrapped two fingers around the base of my cock to better
control the depth and then began bobbing faster.  "Oh, shit, oh shit oh
shit," I mumbled.  "Karen, I'm going to cuUUUUGH!" I fired my first volley
of semen into the sixth-grader's mouth.  She gurgled, swallowed, took the
next shot but then opened her mouth in a squeal.  Cum squirted against her
tongue, tumbled over her lips and dripped down into my pubes.  Her butt
jerked backwards, impaling herself to maximum depth as her second orgasm
exploded from her pulsing clitoris and burned along all of her limbs. 
Renee yelped as the strength of Karen's vaginal spasms drove the back side
of her dildo forward and up and her sweet, high-pitched voice rose in a
long whistling sigh as her own pre-pubescent climax took her.

   I reached up and dug my fingers into Renee's asscheeks, holding her so
that both girls remained deeply penetrated as their mutual release crested
and slowly diminished.  Karen slurped loudly as my less powerful
ejaculations filled her mouth with more hot sperm and she greedily
swallowed it down.

   Life could not have been more perfect as the three of us collapsed into
a pile, our sweat-slick skins sticking to each other.  But nothing good
lasts forever and in this case the change was heralded by the chirp of my
cellphone from inside the pocket of my jeans.  I groped blindly, since two
quivering preteen cunts were smashed against my face, managed to extract
the phone and turn my head to read the display.  It was Moira calling.  I
slid the phone between my ear and the blanket.  "You need to get over here
right away," she said without preamble, in a voice vibrating with tension.

   "Soon as I can," I gasped.

   "Now!" Moira insisted.  I broke the connection.

   I got myself and the girls dressed.  Renee insisted on keeping her penis
attached.  She bent it down to lie along her thigh inside the leg of her
shorts.  We brushed leaves and dirt out of each other's hair.  I wiped jizz
and spit off of Karen's face with the tail of my shirt.  On the short drive
back to their house we worked on their story and before long I presented
them to Jenny, holding hands and looking contrite and dismissing the as
trivial the argument that had had them at each others' throats for nearly a
month.  I made my exit as soon as I decently could.  As Jenny walked me to
my car I made some noises about the whole thing possibly being due to the
girls both being on the hormonal roller coaster of puberty.

   Then, crotch still pleasantly throbbing, I headed towards the
Dauberstein townhome, dreading what I might find when I arrived.
   To be continued...