Jenny's Couch Book IV: A House In Gross Disorder, part 14
Written by Rufus Fugit
We threw open all the windows but it still got too warm in the unairconditioned hall, so the wedding reception had moved out onto the broad porch that ran the length of the building. It had been well-shaded during the hottest part of the day but now the late afternoon sun slanted over the celebrants. The keg was at one end of the porch. There was a line. That was my fault. I'd gotten plenty of beer but only one tap. I should've gone ahead and gotten two or even three, but oh well. At least there was plenty of pleasant distraction for the guys milling around waiting for their turn.
Our first little distraction was sitting in a puddle of cum, spilt beer, and urine. Lilah's face was a mess. Semen drooled out of her mouth, over her bottom lip, and down her chin and neck. Thick, gooey ropes hung from her chin, slowly growing the puddle of slime that surrounded her. Some of the piss was hers but by no means all. As I watched, a young guy, one of Moira's guests, tossed his empty Solo cup into the trash barrel, fished his penis out of the leg of his jogging shorts, and began hosing down the seven-year-old. She closed her eyes and turned her head but not before she got a good mouthful. It dribbled out of her mouth to cut a channel through the heavy coating of spunk on her chin. The guy wetted her hair, plastering the greasy blond locks to her head. His weakening stream played over her bare body. Lilah didn't try to move away from the pungent liquid. For one thing, she was probably too drunk to organize anything more than a slow crawl. After the ceremony, a bunch of guests had enjoyed forcing her to take shots of whiskey in between choking her on their cocks. For another, steps had been taken to keep her from wandering off. There was a length of heavy chain wrapped around one skinny ankle and locked to a drainpipe. She had about three feet of play, no more. So she just sat cross-legged, naked and filthy, on the cracked concrete of the porch. As she blinked reddened eyes clear of the stinky, acidic urine, they focused on the guy's still-exposed tool and she showed the only kind of animation she had all afternoon. "Penith?" she quavered, and reached out a groping hand, trying to touch it. Her other hand was in her lap, two fingers digging deep inside her sewn up vulva. "Penith? Penith?" she begged as, laughing, the guy turned away and got back in line for another beer. Lilah lurched to her feet to follow. "Penith? Pe-urk!" The chain pulled tight, her bare feet tangled, and she fell on her face, not even trying to raise her arms to catch her fall. After a minute she struggled to a sitting position. Blood ran from her nose. "Penith?" she repeated plaintively, then spit out a tooth.
Our second little distraction was the "bride". Karen was in her glory. She was still naked, still seated on the wicker loveseat with her legs spread wide and her ankles cuffed to the arms of the bench. Two bikers had carried her outside like a queen on a palanquin. Then they had taken turns fucking the shit out of the naked sixth-grader, and that had only been the beginning. Her cunt and her asshole both gaped wide from continuous hard use. She was breathing hard, trembling and moaning with every exhale. Her skin shone in the sunlight, damp with sweat from hairline to toes. Her nipples were bright red and swollen like two giant cherries. She was flushed underneath her honey tan and a delicious pink where her skin was normally covered and pale. She was spattered with cum on her belly, her chest, her face and cheeks. Too many of these young guys were indoctrinated on internet porn, grew up thinking the money shot was the way it was supposed to happen in real life. Semen also dribbled from her distended anus, dripping through the latticework of the bench. The only bit of her body not soiled with some stranger's jizz was her swollen vulva. That was not from lack of use. Rather, it was her new "wife"'s aggressive cleaning routine. Moira knelt on a cushion before the twelve-year-old, her floor-length gown carefully gathered and spread around her. She had her hands wrapped around Karen's coltish thighs and her face buried between them. Obscene slurping and sucking sounds rose above Karen's moans. While Moira ate cum from her sex, Karen was masturbating herself vigorously, her hands alternately tugging and twisting at her clitoris, mauling the swollen bud unmercifully.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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