"Fuck me, Doc. C'mon, put it in. Bet you're scared to," she taunted. I gazed down at her lush, ripe fifteen-year-old body, the full breasts and rounded hips with their exciting triangle of soft hair standing out against the creamy whiteness of her skin, and I knew, just as sure as the sun would rise in the east, that I was going to fuck the hell out of her.
I gently stroked and pried apart the tender pink lips of her cunt, and let my fingers stray up to her clitoris. As I massaged it softly but rapidly, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile played over her lips. "Oooooooohh, that's good, Doc. Keep it up and I'll rape you." She opened her eyes and began to laugh. "Let's race, to see who rapes who. C'mon -- you aren't chicken, are you?"
Her hand strayed over the edge of my examining table and rubbed my crotch, which was already beginning to swell. "Hey! Old Doc's getting horny. Oh God, that's a big one. Let's have a party. Please." Her voice was plaintive and whimpering; she was writhing and begging me now.
The exciting thrill of entering this teenage girl was almost more than I could bear, and I waited not a moment longer. I slid my slacks and shorts off and she grabbed my tumescent cock in both hands, her eyes widening.
"Jesus! I've never seen one that big. Oh, boy, you are really hung, Doc!" She leaned back with a smile. "Just take it easy at first, and I'll try to take it all. Boy, if the other girls only knew... " Her voice drifted off as she fondled my cock with both hands, her tiny fingers unable to completely encircle its girth, her fingertips gently stroking its veined surface, its pulsing and throbbing almost making her lose her grip.
I lifted onto the table over her, fingered the lips of her moist cunt apart and slowly inserted just the head of my tool. Her sharp intake of breath and the passionate warmth of her tiny cunt almost made me come. I slowly inched a little more into her, and could feel the tight hot sides of her pussy gripping my cock. Nothing, but nothing, can ever replace that feeling of total sex that a grown man gets when he enters a tiny young cunt.
"More. Give me more. Slow and easy... but oh, Christ, I want it. This is the biggest and best I've ever had, Doc. Yours is bigger and longer than my Dad's, and that's saying something." She arched her hard young body up against me and soon we were working together rapidly.
I was afraid to sink my shaft into her to the hilt, as I didn't want to tear her apart, but each minute she kept pushing further against it, and I could soon feel the head bumping viciously against the mouth of her little womb, and knew that she was taking all that it was possible to cram into her tender cunt.
I felt her cunt muscles tighten even more on the length of my rod, and her thighs stiffened against my back as her orgasm crept closer. She had all this time kept up a moaning, begging litany of desire and ecstasy.
"Oooooohh, good, good, good, Daddy, more, more, don't stop Jee -- sus! Fill me, stuff me with that big cock, yes, do it to me, to me, yes yes YES! Fuck me Doc fuck me ram it in ram it ALL in oh god I love it I love it! I'm coming I'M COMING YES YES!"
I felt the total, insane ecstasy of her body and mind and soul saturate our meeting, and it triggered off an explosion in my loins that I hadn't felt so thoroughly in a long time. It had been all I could do the last five minutes to hold off. Her wild abandon loosed my hold, and the pulsing, streaming waves of come shot forth from my cock into her eager cunt. Stuffed as she was with my cock, I felt it surge against the end of her pussy and break like a tidal wave upon the mouth of her little womb. Then, as I backed off a bit, the stream of come poured from her twitching cunt. I looked down at my half-limp tool, still partly inside the raw pink slit, and saw the glistening cunt-lips of the young girl saturated with my jism and it slowly began running down her creamy thighs. She had been filled to overflowing with my lust and passion, and she lay back, spent, her breasts heaving with her sensuous breathing, a soft smile on her mouth as her mind whirled through the dreamy lassitude that follows a total mind-blowing fuck.
I withdrew slowly and felt the warm clasping of her cunt as it reluctantly surrendered my sated cock, and told her, "We'd better get you a blotter and clean you up, little babydoll -- thy cup runneth over."
She grinned. "You're telling me. I can feel it -- warm and wonderful up in me, and hot and trickly down my legs. My god, Doc, you must've shot a gallon up in me. It felt wonderful -- like I was on fire. Oh, that was, perfect, Doc. I didn't know if I could take it all, but I sure as hell wanted it."
She sat up and slid gingerly off the table.
"Whew! I wasn't sure I'd be able to stand up. Christ, I'm tired. But a real happy-tired, lover. Boy, oh boy -- that was the best ever, by a long shot!" She walked gently over to the lavatory and cleaned up, smiling all the while. We both dressed and went to my private office.
"Hey, Doc, I'm gonna need a session like that every day," she said with an impish smile. "I wouldn't've argued with Mom so long if I'd known psychiatric treatment was that good."
"No, babydoll," I told her. "We can't make it every day. Your mother sent you to me to see, first, if you were still a virgin, and secondly, to get counseling and treatment if you weren't. Because you kids didn't handle your sex club very intelligently is the reason that you all got into this mess. You'd never have gotten caught if you'd been smart and kept it limited to just a few of you." I lit a cigarette and leaned back. "Now, I felt like I could trust you --"
"You can, man, I promise," she interrupted. "What we just had is what I want and need. I won't tell. I don't want to lose the best fuckin' I've ever had," she grinned.
"O.K.," I said. "I dig young girls -- always have -- and I think you're just about the greatest. You're willing and eager, and you already know how much fun fucking is. Well, what you had was just a sample. I'll teach you a million things, all of them wild and wonderful and probably illegal as hell, and we can have a real good thing going, but it has to be done exactly as I say. Understood and agreed?" I asked.
"Yes, Doc, you're the boss. Just don't make it too long in between times, will ya? You can't make it too long while we're doing it," she added mischievously. She squirmed and rubbed her crotch. "God! I'm getting horny just remembering that last fuck!"
"Don't worry," I told her. "I want your tender young body as much as you want mine, love. What we'll do is this: I'll certify to your mother that your cherry is still intact, that apparently you never had participated in any intercourse in the sex club, and that you don't really need psychiatric help, but that a course of guidance and counseling is indicated. I'll recommend counseling on Monday, Wednesday and Friday of each week to start. How does that sound? It'll take the heat and pressure off you at home, and I'll need your loving at least three times a week." I smiled at her. "In fact, I could use some more right now."
"Hell yes, Doc," she said, undressing as she spoke. I led her to the big couch in my office.
My cock was already enlarging at the thought of again entering the snug cunt of this child, and by the time I disrobed again, it was at its full length. She grabbed it with both hands as she sat on the couch and I stood before her.
"Let me warm up first," she said. "It's still a little sore and tender from that first time. I never had so much cock jammed into me before. All we had were those damned little boys in the club -- no real men."
She placed her smiling lips around the head of my tool. It was all she could do, by practically yawning, to surround the flared head of my cock, and I felt her straining and gulping to get past the purple corona. Her tiny hands traced the full length of the shaft, feeling its throbbing veins and muscle ridges, and this only increased my desire and size. I felt her tongue race around the rim of the head, then dart back and forth along the underside. The gentle tickling of her hot tongue made my old pecker spring to its fullest length, and she moaned with delight as she struggled valiantly to cram more and more of the meat into her little mouth. Her long hair flew around my thighs as she bobbed and leaned forward, and one hand crept down to gently grasp and cuddle my heavy-hung bag. As she found my large, filled-to-bursting balls, she cradled them tenderly with one small hand while the other massaged my shaft its full length, all the time her hot wet mouth enveloping the head and a couple of inches of cock.
"Careful, darling," I warned her. "I'm about to come if you keep all that action going."
I didn't know for sure if I should come in her mouth this first time, but after I spoke, she only moaned louder and increased her activities, almost retching as she tried to suck my cock deeper into her tiny mouth. The steamy grasping of her cheeks and the gagging of her throat, along with the tickling and petting of her little hands, broke all locks on my inside, and I felt the surge of thick creamy come pouring in spasms from my cock.
Her head snapped back an instant at the impact of the full load against the back of her throat; then she avidly whimpered and returned to the oral onslaught that she and I both loved so well. From the corners of her pink lips streamed the overflow of sperm that she was unable to swallow, gasp and gulp though she did. Both hands now grabbed my half-flaccid rod and she milked and stroked it to drain me of every lingering drop.
"Swallow that slick come, baby," I told her, and she got most of it down after that first heavy surge. As my cock shrank from her labored sucking, she pulled more and more of it into her mouth, and then I could feel the head of it bumping on the back of her throat. She held it there and swallowed several times. My knees began to get limp from the total drainage this child had given me, and I backed away, my huge cock falling from her stretched jaws with a sodden plop.
The little girl slumped back on the couch, her hands rubbing the hinges of her jaws, my white sperm still sliding from the corner of her smiling mouth.
"Goddam, that'd wear a girl's jaws out. But oooooh, it felt good, all that rich warm come pouring over my tongue and down my throat. I just love the taste of it, so thick and creamy. You damn near blew my tonsils out, but I love it -- it's so sweet and yummy."
"My turn now, little one," I said as I pushed her back onto the couch and knelt before her. She spread her firm white thighs apart, put her hands under her butt and slid her pink young cunt up to my face. I let my tongue wander up and down the tender outside lips a few times, then halted at the top and nibbled her little clit. She writhed and moaned gently, then pushed herself further toward me. I sucked on her now-protruding bud some more, and slowly slid a finger, then two, into her snug pussy.
By wiggling and rotating my fingers, and putting more and more pressure on her sensitive clit, in time I had her coming, whimpering and pleading with me to "... stop, stop, I can't take it, oh, no more, yes right there, yes, more, oh, yes, yes, right there, ohhhhhh... " Her voice drifted away to a panting silence as she lay there, her big firm breasts rising and falling rhythmically as she returned from dreamland.
I felt her slide down a bit upon the two fingers that still impaled her little cunt, but I knew that she might be sore and raw from too much, too fast, so I withdrew and stood up, suggesting that we get dressed. She agreed reluctantly, and we quit, both of us smiling and happy.
I typed up a phony report for her mother, and she was sitting demurely in my lobby when her mother came to pick her up. I talked briefly with the mother, and we agreed that Betty would begin her counseling sessions on the following Monday, this being Saturday. I reassured her mother that the cost would be kept to a very minimum, and implied that only a few sessions would probably be needed to help Betty get straightened out emotionally.
* * *
I had had my office in this small Iowa town only a year when the word leaked out that forty teenagers had formed a sex club and were experimenting. The police cracked down immediately and scared them into informing on each other, so they got all the names, but when it turned out that most of the kids were from prominent families, the prosecution angle evaporated rapidly. There were three other M.D.'s in town, but I was the only licensed psychiatrist, so some of the parents thought I should examine and observe their kids. That was why Betty was sent to see me, and I had eight other appointments lined up for the coming week.
This was my meat, for I've always had a weakness for tender young cunt, the younger the better, and they just don't interest me after they get too old. But the feeling of tight firmness and tender warmth as my cock slides into a snug young pussy is a thrill that I'll trade for heaven any time. It looked as if I'd really lucked out here in Somerset.
Betty, my first of the sex club patients, had gotten very aroused in the few minutes it took to examine and probe, and when I inserted my finger, exploring for her hymen, she had wiggled and giggled and a flood of lubrication told me she was ready, willing, eager, and able. When she thrust harder against my exploring finger, trying to get more and more of it up her, I gambled that she liked her fucking, and the gamble had paid off handsomely. I looked forward to our steady "counseling" session with a hungry and horny anticipation.
CHAPTER TWO
My first appointment on Monday was with young Tony, an eighteen-year-old who had been sent by his father, a druggist in Somerset. I rapidly took the usual case history on him, then leaned back to establish some rapport with him.
"How old were you when you first experienced sex, Tony?" I asked.
He averted his eyes and studied the tops of his shoes. I could see he was going to be a reluctant counselee.
"I was eighteen the first time I jacked off," I told him. "Then a couple years later I first laid a girl," I continued. "That's generally how it goes with us men."
"Yeah," he said shyly. "Me, too." I reasurred him that anything he told me was in complete confidence, that not even a court order could force me to reveal one single thing that he said, nor would I ever volunteer anything to anyone, not even his parents. Then he opened up.
"Betty phoned me Saturday night when my folks were out. We aren't supposed to even talk to each other outside of school. That applies to all of the kids that got caught in the club. Anyway, she said you could be trusted, that you were on our side, not our folks'. So I'll tell you everything, I guess, Doc."
Then the whole story came tumbling out: how three older girls, seniors in high school, had got Tony and his buddy Bill to undress and "play doctor" one day at the house of one of the girls. The girls all took turns jacking them off and sucking them and introducing both boys into the intricacies and mysteries of the female pleasure valley.
Bill and Tony soon thought of themselves as real men of the world, and imposed upon a pair of eighteen-year-old classmates to strip and let them explore outside and inside. It soon developed that the girls enjoyed it as much as the boys, so Bill and Tony soon invited other friends of theirs to participate. The two young girls spread the word of all the fun to be had. They all finally decided to make a formal club of the group, with an initiation fee and dues. Any new member had to engage in intercourse with the three initiation committee officers, and this fortunate duty rotated after each new member was broken in. The boys initiated the girls, and vice versa.
The club did not allow going steady between club members or screwing or other sex outside the club. The boys voted on girls, officers and vice versa, based upon the eagerness, talent, enthusiasm, endurance, and variety of the sex acts that each candidate was willing to perform. Election night (the kids called it "erection night") was an orgy of voluptuous campaigning as each and every kid strove to impress the opposite sex with his (or her) talent, variety, and experience.
I asked Tony what he liked best. He said, "All of it, but the only trouble is that these are all just silly young girls. It was a lot better at first, when Bill and I were balling those seniors. In fact, I'd like to have a real grownup woman. I've seen my mother undressed, and believe me, I'd a lot sooner have a big, full-breasted woman than any of these young chicks."
We chatted a little further, then I dismissed him, reminding him that thrice-weekly meetings were scheduled. "Sure," he replied, "I'll be here. You're the first grownup I've ever found that I can talk to."
My next appointment was at four, after school, with Betty. I had no secretary, as my meager clientele up till now didn't warrant the added expense. A bell in the office door notified me when someone entered. It rang at four sharp, and I opened the door between the office and the lobby. There was Betty -- but not alone. With her was a girl I took to be eighteen or nineteen, a slim little long-haired blonde with a well-developed bust.
"Doc, this is Linda," Betty introduced us. "She's my best friend, and her mother has been bugging her all week to try to make her come and see you for counseling. My mom talked to her mom and recommended you. Can she come with me for my counseling session?" She hesitated. "I know I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, but Linda knows. It just sorta slipped out." She grinned up at me. "Don't be mad, Doc, she's good. You'll find out."
I locked my office door and motioned the girls into my office. I followed the high-assed, mini-skirted little girls down the hall and noticed approvingly the soft rolling hips on Linda. She was small, about five-one, and slim, but her ass-cheeks filled her tight skirt voluptuously and she knew it -- you could tell by that slow, undulating walk of hers. We no sooner entered the office than Betty started stripping down, and I noticed Linda doing the same, only more slowly.
Linda had no panties under her skirt, and I watched admiringly as she pulled her sweater over her head. Her waist was tiny, and her pubic hairs were scanty and thin and, being as blonde as she was, were almost invisible. My eyes roved upward and I did a double take. Her sweater was off and she was reaching back to unfasten her bra, which, if it wasn't full of foam rubber, was at least a 40-D. And she wasn't wearing falsies! It was ALL her! I eyeballed her up and down about three times, admiring the smooth flatness of her tummy and the nice flared hips and her pixie face. I felt myself getting aroused. Betty's voice broke my reverie.
"I knew you'd like her, Doc. And she can keep her mouth shut, can't you, Linda?"
Linda was busily watching me get undressed, pointedly eyeing my bulging shorts. "Sure, I promise," Linda said.
"Who's first?" Betty asked, and we all looked at each other. "I'll bet you want to try Linda, right, Doc? O.K., but save some for me. Don't take too long, Linda, and don't wear him out. God, I'm horny -- all I did this last weekend was remember the most perfect fuck I've ever had; and wish Monday would hurry up and come... so I could."
Betty walked around behind my desk and sat in my big leather chair, and Linda and I headed for the sofa. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. They stood out nearly a foot, and swayed and jiggled firmly as she walked. Young and firm and tender -- just the way I like 'em. And big enough to work on for a hell of a while without getting monotonous.
Linda sat down on the edge of the sofa and I sat beside her, my arm encircling her waist and cupping one of those fabulous breasts, the tip of my finger stroking her nipple. It sprang erect, and I leaned her back as I kissed her. Her soft red lips parted, and my tongue met hers in a warm, sensuous bath. I explored her mouth and throat with my burning tongue as my hands fondled her tits. I knelt in front of her, kissing them alternately, and she lay back and sighed with contentment. I let my head wander down across her smooth belly, lower and lower until I felt the tickle of her cunt hairs.
I parted her hairs with my nose and slid my tongue up and down her slit as she slid toward the edge of the couch to make her childish cunt more available for my mouth's caresses. Her hands lay on the back of my head and her knees raised automatically as I increased my pressure. Her hands tightened and pressed my face ever closer as the fires built up within her. I felt a trembling in her thighs as her voice came through to me.
"There, right there, oh yes, more, more, oh that's good, so good, yes, oh yes god that tickles!"
I felt the grasping of her hands in my hair, and the gripping of her thighs on my neck and ears as she waved her crotch up and down in a rhythm that matched my tongue strokes. The heady intoxicant of her cunt juice in my mouth roused my cock to the fullest. I swallowed her fluids that poured from the tiny slit, and probed deeper with my tongue, as her moans increased along with the bobbing of her delicious crotch. My nose rubbed her clit continuously as my tongue delved into her snatch. She nearly pulled the hair from my head as she clutched avidly.
"More, more, lover, oh god that's it, right there, yes, yes, YES, YES stop stop STOP you're killing me I can't take it I can't take it oh god oh god YEEEEEEESSSSS!!! Keep it up oh I love it I love it I LOOOOOOOOOOVE IT!!!" Suddenly I could taste the sweet warm musk of her orgasm as my face and her pussy became slippery with her hot love fluids. I glanced up as I kept tonguing her clit; her vibrant body quivered beneath my manipulations, and her eyeballs rolled back out of sight. My hands reached up and massaged her huge tits; I kneaded them roughly as I pulled myself up from her cunt and lay lengthwise beside her on the sofa We lay opposite, my knees by her shoulders, and I was facing her drenched pubes. As I again buried my face in her young juicy cunt, she reached and seized my rigid cock in both hands and guided it quickly into her baby lips. She stretched to get her lips around the throbbing head, and I nearly came from the sudden heat and moistness of her eager mouth. I rocked up and down, back and forth, each stroke a little longer, until soon she was engulfing almost the whole length of my stiff tool. I lifted her hard little asscheeks up toward my face, and while I was sucking fiercely on her slick clit, I shoved a finger into her tight little cunt. She thrust up to meet my entering digit.
While my forefinger was penetrating to the last knuckle, I oiled my middle finger in her flowing cunt liquids and slid it into the tiny pink rosebud of her asshole that stared unblinkingly up at me from this position: The two fingers could feel each other through the connecting membrane, and I stroked them carefully in and out as I lapped avidly at her clit and childish pink labia. I gradually increased the tempo until I was rapidly pounding away at her pussy and asshole, sinking both holes full of fingers in rhythm to her cocksucking. She flicked her tongue rapidly around the head of my cock with each downstroke of my hips, and the vacuuming effect of her mouth and throat on the upstrokes was pulling the jism from my guts. I knew it was only a matter of moments till we both would go off together. She apparently knew it too, for she slid a finger up my asshole, wiggled it about three times, and I blew.
The clamping of her hips,]her moaning, gagging and swallowing of my river, and the writhing of her thighs almost smothered me. I raised my head and sat back, my cock still buried deep in her throat.
"Swallow it all -- take all my come down your throat, little one," I ordered her.
She gulped vigorously to do as I commanded. Traces of sperm ran down the corners of her mouth, but I knew that almost all of it was draining into her stomach. I reached down and idly smeared her pussy juices all through her filmy hairs, marveling at the softness and downiness of her nest. Her crotch kept up its waving and pumping motions, and I knew that her emotions were creating a simulated fucking in her belly and hips.
I withdrew my soggy cock from her small mouth and told her, "Suck and lick it clean, Linda." Her eyes bright and twinkling, she set to the task, tracing each pulsing vein its entire length, then trying to stick and stab her tongue into the hole in its end, then holding just an inch of the head in her mouth as she sucked vigorously on the eye to get every last drop from its hiding place. Her eyes and smile were admiring as she worked assiduously at her oral chores. When I knew that I was milked dry, I stood up.
"Oooooooohh! That was wonderful, Doc. Now come here and suck my big boobies and let me come down from the sky slowly, won't you?"
She lay back, pushing her mountainous tits together with both hands so that they surged upward, quivering at the pressure. Then, as I knelt beside her on the couch and smothered my face in the awesome mass of trembling flesh, her responsive nipples leaped into my hungry mouth. Her happy moans of pleasure as I sucked avidly on the sensuous globes began to arouse me again, and Betty saw my mounting hominess from her seat across the room.
"Hey! What am I -- an orphan?" she called to us. "Let's share the wealth, you two. I've been sitting here playing with myself, I got so randy. C'mon, spread the goodies around, Doc."
"Oh, Betty," Linda said, "I'm so glad that you leveled with me about Doc! You weren't kidding a bit -- he's super! And as big as you said he was! So much better'n those silly school boys." She laughed. "You can have what's left, Betty. Although I'm ready for more right now. I haven't been fucked for over two weeks. And never ever THAT good!" Linda got up off the sofa and walked shakily and slowly to the desk as Betty came around toward me and the couch.
"Oh Daddy, give me that same big fucking you gave me on Saturday," Betty said as she pressed her tits upon my chest and reached up to kiss me deeply, her soft girlish thighs grinding on my half-hard cock. Her hand crept down to my crotch and wrapped itself around my tool. She slowly massaged it and my fingers stroked her tiny cunt as we clung together. She pulled me backward onto the couch.
"Let's try something different this time," she cooed. "I like variety in my fucking."
"Sure thing," I replied, and rolled her over and half off the sofa, so that she was on her knees, with me directly behind her. I reached around and cupped her full tit with one hand as I slowly petted and rubbed her cunt lips and clitoris with the other. She was backing insistently toward me when I slipped the head of my cock into the slick, tight crevice of her young pussy.
"Oooooohh, that feels good, lover. But go slow -- it feels as if I'm already stuffed clear full," she said. She reached back under her crotch and grasped the base of my shaft. "Jesus! There's eight inches left yet! I don't know if I can take it all this way, Doc."
"We'll go easy, love," I told her, and began a short stroking into her slit. At this angle it was so tight I could barely penetrate it, and the snug friction of her baby cunt against the glans of my cock was exhilarating to the utmost.
Her pussy juices seeped along the length of my shaft, and with each jab I entered another inch or so into the child. The slowly increasing invasion was eagerly accepted, and her buttocks began a rotating, grinding motion, although it certainly wasn't necessary in order to touch every side of her tight cunt. My tool was gripped ferociously by the smooth pink walls of her vagina throughout its length, and the hot wetness was heaven on earth.
Meantime, my hand was rubbing her clit and she began to throw herself around vigorously. She laid her head down upon her folded arms, hiking her smooth ass even higher in the air in an attempt to take more and more of my cock up into her, and I knew from her words that she was being filled thoroughly.
"Oh God Doc more yes yes more Christ that's good so good I love it I love you Doc more I'll never get enough ram it in ram it clear in lover oh yes oh yes that's it OOOODUCCHHH!!! No don't stop just for a second there it -- oh yes all of it I want it I WAAAAANT IT!! JAM IT IN ME JAM IT RAM IT DAMN IT SPLIT ME FILL ME DOC SPLIT ME WIDE OPEN WITH THAT BIG COCK BUT KEEP IT IN WAY IN AAAAALLLL IN!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHH!!!"
She leapt backwards, impaling herself on the entire shaft, moaning and crying, pinning me entirely within the confines of her baby cunt, grinding and wiggling to escape the glans of my massive weapon against the tender womb mouth that was being rammed so mercilessly.
I could contain myself no longer, and with a gasp and a groan, I unloaded a continuous stream of come so far up into her that it had nowhere to go except to rock her body with each slamming pulse, and then seeped back past my throbbing cock and poured out, drenching her cunt hairs, running down her milky thighs, dripping and mingling with her cunt juices to form a pool on the leather sofa. I withdrew half my shaft and rubbed the slick mess across her asscheeks and up and down the crack of her beautiful smooth ass. The soft lotion and tingling sensation made her purr with happiness, and I let my wet finger slip gently into the tiny puckered opening of her asshole.
"Just relax, Betty," I told her, and slid my finger tentatively up to the hilt. I could feel the gripping of her virginal asshole with each shove, but as she let her tiny sphincter relax and get accustomed to it, it became easier with each thrust.
"Anything you say, Doc. What are you doing? It tickles, that's for sure," Betty grinned back over her shoulder.
"You wanted variety, darling," I reminded her. "Just trust me, and you'll get plenty of it."
Linda loomed up alongside where I knelt with Betty and shoved a gigantic tit into my mouth. "I've got an idea, so no one gets left out," she said. "You go ahead with Betty, Doc, and I'll french you. O.K., man?"
Without waiting for a reply, she jerked the tit from my mouth and lay upon the carpet with her head under my hips. I felt Linda's little mouth wrap around the head of my cock that I had let slide out of Betty's cunt, and I could tell that she was licking all the dripping jism from my shaft. As I felt a stirring in my guts, she grabbed the full length of the lance with both small hands. Using her lips to nibble, with no teeth scraping, she traced the underside with tender delicate touches, clear to the head. Then she yawned widely to engulf the purple head into her tiny mouth.
I returned to my ministrations on Betty's lush body. As my left hand crept under to penetrate her dripping cunt with a couple of fingers, I oiled another finger of my right hand and doubled the anal insertion I was giving her. At the first-knuckle depth of this new increased intrusion, her young, hitherto-unentered muscles rebelled, and I again cautioned her to relax, that I wouldn't hurt her. As I felt a loosening of the exquisitely snug puckered ring, I deftly thrust both fingers into the hilt, then paused and rested to let her become acclimated to the additional volume and sensation.
The fingers of my left hand wiggled slowly inside the battered cunt of the little girl, then roved in and up to press against the membrane that separated her vagina from her rectal canal. I could soon feel the two fingers of each hand as they rubbed the other through the thin wall, and I began to stroke, softly and tenderly, against each pair of digits. That's when I knew that I had made another convert.
"Jee -- suss! What are you doing up in there? It feels as if I'm going to come in my ass, in my cunt, all over. God, it tickles, lover, keep it up, don't ever stop, that's so wonderful, oooooooohhh!" Betty was whimpering and begging for more of this new and delightful touch.
I felt Linda stop blowing me and slide out from under. As she knelt alongside me to study the setup, my cock, hard as a rock from her tender mouthing and hot wet sucking, stood erect. I knew we were ready for the next step.
I slid my fingers slowly their full length in and out of Betty's tight ass, and felt her relaxed acceptance, her crooning and laughing continuing with each full stroke. I pulled my left hand from her snatch and guided my cockhead gently along the slick crevice of her cunt lips, soaking it thoroughly in my come and her honey drops that still dripped from our fucking.
Rising up slightly, and continuing the in-and-out jabs of my right hand, I softly rubbed the head of my tool up and down the crack of the child's ass. Pulling my fingers free, I nuzzled the end of my cock up to the rosebud of her virginal pink asshole and rubbed its slick head tightly against her opening.
"God, that tickles, Doc. Is that your cock? It feels so smooth. But don't put it in, lover -- I can't begin to take all that. Just keep on tickling me. I love that," Betty said.
"Now, Betty, I'm just going to put one inch in for just a minute. It might hurt just a little bit at first, but in the long run you'll love it. Remember when you lost your cherry? That hurt, too, the first time, but it's great now, right?"
"Hell, yes, Doc, I love it. O.K., but go easy. When I lost my cherry it was to a five-inch pencil prick, and it didn't hurt much. Just go slow. It sure felt good when you were fingering me back there, so I'll gamble it," she said.
I put saliva on my fingers and rubbed around the pink hole of her tight ass, feeling the muscles soften and relax as I continued the soothing touching. I was very gentle and knew that it was tickling her. My cockhead was still soggy and dripping from her cunt juices and Linda's saliva, so I placed the head directly against her anus and pressed firmly. It didn't go a millimeter inward, and I figured it wouldn't. I reached around her hips and got a firm grip on her belly and groin.
"Now, honey, push out, just like you were taking a great big shit," I told her, and as I saw her puckered ring smooth out and flare backwards a little bit, I shoved -- HARD!! The head entered with a plop and I felt the excruciatingly tight grip of her ass muscles as they grabbed onto the intruding raping shaft. I stopped as she screamed.
"AAAAAAGGGHHH!!! STOP!! No no no no no NO! You're killing me, take it out, I can't take it, I can't take it, you're tearing me apart," she was crying and pleading. "Oh, please, take it out, you've split me in two, Doc, it's killin' me. I'll fuck you or suck you, yes, yes, anything, just take it out, I can't take it, oh god, oh god, oh god, save me!"
She lay forward on the sofa, sobbing and begging. I lay perfectly still, with just the head of my cock inside her heavenly tight asshole, my hands and arms gripped firmly around her belly to prevent sideways maneuvering and escape. She could not run away forward, for her face and chest were up against the couch seat. I talked to her soothingly.
"Now, now, Betty, just relax. The worst is over -- it's like taking a bandage off -- it's better to jerk it off and get one sharp pain than to peel it off and suffer with each inch, isn't it? And you've got the worst of it over with now. The head of my cock is the widest part." I rubbed her buttocks gently. "Just relax. That's the key to the whole thing, honey, and I promise you I won't hurt you anymore. Really. You've just lost your ass cherry, but from now on it'll be great, that I can promise."
I felt the child's body slowly unstiffen and go limp, and her sobbing decreased, although there remained a certain tenseness and heavy breathing that denoted a residual fear and pain. Even as she softened under my verbal reassurances, I could feel the tight ring of her tender raw asshole grasping my cockhead so fiercely that circulation was cut off. I rocked slowly and meagerly back and forth with her accompanying me, and the soothing motion lulled her into further acceptance of the situation. I was patient. Finally, after a few minutes, she said over her shoulder: "O.K., Doc, go ahead. But slow, SLOW! That almost killed me. It's better now, but take it easy."
"I'm going to put just an inch in, then rest, then another inch and so on. But you don't have to worry from here on, love, because you've had the worst. There's no bottom to your ass canal -- you can take all the length in the world -- a foot and a half or two feet doesn't hurt any more than an inch or two. It's not like your cunt, which is only a few inches long and then we bump your womb. You'll see," I told her.
"God, I hope so," she replied. "I thought I had had a baby, or shit a watermelon. I really thought I had been actually split in two there for a minute.
But go ahead, I want to try it, and it doesn't hurt so much now that I'm getting used to it. But be gentle, and stop quick if I holler."
I assured her I would, and grasped around her waist again and shoved gently. At the first hint of further penetration, she instinctively tightened up, and I had to admonish her to relax and let me control the action. I pushed about three inches in, then heard her sharp intake of breath, and halted. I pulled back out to the head and reinserted the same three inches, talking to her all the time. "There, that's all we'll put in, and now out, back in, see, honey, it doesn't hurt, does it? Slow and easy, that's it, soft and gentle, and you'll get-used to it, see, my darling?"
"Yeeeeeaah, that isn't bad. It's awful .big, though, Doc, and I feel like a stuffed sausage. And the skin around the entrance is raw from that first ramming. Keep lots of lubrication on it, please, or I won't be able to sit down for a year. Go ahead now, but slow and easy. I can feel it up inside me, all hot and hard." She backed her hips toward me and settled her knees into a more comfy, wide-spread position.
I decided that the moment of truth had come, so I drew out the full length of my tool and LUNGED!!!
"OOOOOOHHHH!!!" she yelled as we both sprawled full length on the sofa, my pubic hairs snug up against her tiny ass, my cock rammed home to the hilt. "No, no, don't move. Omigod, that's good! Wow! All of it, I've got ALL OF IT IN ME! I can feel it clear up in my belly, my chest, my throat, almost." She slid one hand underneath her abdomen, and I could feel her pressing, groping, probing to feel the massive shaft that so completely dominated her inner guts.
"Oh, God, Doc, it feels like I've got to shit. Don't move, it feels good right there. Jesus! You were right, though, it didn't hurt. My hole's on fire from the friction, but up inside it just feels big and hot and loving and wonderful."
"O.K., darling," I told the young girl, "now let's get back up on our knees and have a real good ass-fuck. Slowly, ever so slowly, there, that's right. No, honey, you just lay your chest and head down, put your head on your folded arms, there, that's it. Fine. Now just relax and let Daddy do the work."
With her beautiful round asscheeks reared up in the air I could look triumphantly down the tapered slope of her back and have all the freedom of movement necessary to thoroughly rape this virgin asshole. I withdrew half the length of my huge cock and shoved it back in again. Her grunts were from the motion of the plunge, not from pain, and I began my campaign of total assault on the tiny child.
I slid my giant weapon back till just the head remained hidden, then rammed forward, back, forward, back, forward, each slam of my body burying all of my rock-hard meat to the hilt. On each outstroke I could see the pulling of her tiny asshole till I thought she'd damn near turn wrong side out. I marveled at the thought that I had my entire length inside her, much less that she was allowing and even enjoying the savage entrance.
Linda stood up beside me and was watching in awe as I repeatedly buried my meat up her best friend's ass. I could hear her go "Oooooo-ooohh!" with each long savage jab, and her eyes were wide as she saw unfolded before her this new mystery of sex. Her hand idly rubbed her crotch as she vicariously shared Betty's delirious joys, and I knew who and what would be my next conquest. I gloated inwardly.
"Oh, yes, that's good good GOOD!" Betty's voice intruded on my introspection. "Clear in, clear out, ooooohh, clear in, I can feel it all through me! I'm, going to come all over, all over, I swear. It feels SO big, but it doesn't hurt, not a bit, I love it, love it LOVE IT! I just wish I could see it going in and out," Betty said, pushing up on her extended arms and craning her head down between her legs to see my shaft in motion. "Oh, there, yes I see it God it's huge oh it's so wonderful and when I can't see it, I feel it cleeeeear up in me! Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me I'm comin' I'm comin' yes yes YES YES!!!"
Just as her shouts of ecstatic orgasm filled my ears, I felt the jetting of my sperm into the hot tight cavern I filled so triumphantly. My left hand shot underneath the young girl and I penetrated her hot steamy cunt with three fingers and massaged my pulsing cock with them, milking more and more come from my overloaded balls. I felt Betty's asshole pucker and tighten to contain my meat while she rocked on her hands and knees to drain every slick drop from me.
Finally, with one last lingering moan, she collapsed on her face and chest on the sofa and my sodden tool popped from her battered asshole. The raw red opening stayed agape an inch or so from the numbing strain of my savage rape of its pink eye, and then, flexing convulsively, slowly crept shut. Betty's thighs and hips waved as she came down off the heights of her climax, and a soft litany of happiness droned from her smiling lips.
Linda promptly knelt beside me and took my half-hard prick lovingly into her mouth. Licking, lapping, slurping, she began cleaning me up.
"Lick it all off, Linda baby," I ordered her. "Clean all that scum and shit off my cock, and then swallow it. That's a good girl -- oh, you'll learn to love everything, darling. Yes, keep it up, more, more, God, you've got a good hot tongue, angel. Suck it, clear in your mouth, swallow the meat, love, gulp it and chew on it, do anything you want, 'cause when it gets hard, I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your young life with it. It's all yours, baby. Be good to it, be mean to it, you can't hurt it. Ooooooohh, yes, that's wonderful," I told her as her hot moist tongue and cheek linings brought new life to my tired and spent organ.
"Oh, shit. Damnit to hell!" I exclaimed. Both girls raised their heads.
"What's wrong, Doc? Did I bite you?" Linda asked.
"No, no, honey, you were doing fine. I just happened to notice the time. It's five-twenty and I have a five-thirty appointment to keep. No, no, nothing like that," I laughed at the jealous looks on their young faces. "It's just a regular medical patient, a new one, but I do have to keep my office open, you know." I dressed rapidly and combed my hair. "You can stay here and rest a few minutes, then get dressed and go out by the back door at the end of the hall. And I'll see you on Wednesday, Betty. And Linda," I faced her sternly, "be damn sure not a word of this slips out -- to ANYone!"
"Oh, I won't," the child vowed. "I don't want to spoil the best thing I've ever known. Betty and I were so tired of small pricks. We're all happy now -- you like tight young pussies, and Betty and I want bigger cocks. This is an ideal setup. I'll never mention a word -- hell, I don't want to share THIS!"
Seated at my office desk, waiting for my patient to show, I reminisced and pondered on the lucky fates that had brought me to this jackpot of sex just exactly what I had been hunting for years. I originally studied psychiatry after my internship in order to more fully understand myself -- why I wasn't interested in getting married and why I preferred young girls to the companionship of more mature women. And the younger the better! I knew my wants and needs that well, and was brutally frank with myself.
I came to the conclusion that it was a normal manifestation of the male ego -- I wanted the conquering, the variety, the challenge and the chase that was involved, rather than the monotony of the situation that usually came with marriage. And the girls -- hell, that was simple and obvious. The first man a girl falls in love with is her father. To a child he is omniscient, omnipotent, the bountiful provider. To a baby, he's God, and she's rapturously in love with him and she compares all boys with him, and they certainly suffer in comparison. But the incest taboo is too great in our society, so they subconsciously seek out a father image, someone who can be a surrogate father, but with whom sex is legal, even if not morally approved. So the delicious fruit I wish to pluck is there for the picking. Right now I'm forty-four years old, with a slight touch of gray at the edge of my temples, I have a good profession, respected and respectable, so I fet the desirable image quite thoroughly. I've found that it's not the least bit of trouble to overwhelm the young cunts -- psychologically overpower them, if you will -- and give them what they want and need, but didn't know they wanted and needed it.
And the sight of a young, just-developing girl, with her firm, rising, budding breasts and her tiny pink cunt, lying there waiting for the invasion of my stiff, ever-hungry cock against the tender lips of her sweet juicy pussy, moaning with ecstasy at the snug gripping entry into her tasty cunt that has got to be the greatest feeling that any male can experience here on earth.
So this way I can combine business with pleasure -- their pleasure and my business and pleasure both. And what I teach them will surely make them better wives and lovers in the future, so it's beneficial to all concerned in the long run. So that's my rationalization. I know it's a rationalization, but it's heaven!
CHAPTER THREE
I eyed Mrs. Walker up and down carefully. No woman should or could be dressed like that unless it was bait for something further. Her tight skirt molded her. full, sensuous asscheeks beautifully, and the belt cinched snugly around her tiny waist only accented the wonderful pair of tits that poked proudly out above the low-cut neckline of her sheer blouse. I judged her to be about. thirty years . old. We went back to my private office and I took her medical history.
Thirty-seven years old. I raised an eyebrow and complimented her on her youthful appearance. Widowed since eighteen, never remarried. Childhood diseases, the usual.
I asked her what her problem was. A vaginal discharge -- minor, but annoying. I told her to disrobe in the examining room. I got my instruments together and knocked and entered. She was altogether as exciting as I'd anticipated. If I went for older women, she'd have been rated prime-cut meat.
I placed her feet in the stirrups and casually continued my questioning of the lady. Her periods were regular, and no, she hadn't noticed' the discharge till lately; she did not have intercourse regularly -- in fact, hadn't had any for over seven years. I began to probe and entered her cunt with a K-Y-jellied forefinger, only to discover that, once I had parted her labia, my finger would penetrate barely to the first knuckle. Her small exclamation of pain as I attempted to go deeper made me halt. I completed the examination visually and she dressed and we went to my office for a consultation.
I explained to her that nothing appeared to be infected or seriously wrong, and that I'd give her a prescription for a douche that would alleviate the problem she had.
"I can't take a douche very well, Doctor," she said. "I find that every time I do, I get so... so... well, aroused, I guess you'd call it, that I nearly pass out."
"Very frankly, Mrs. Walker, your problem is mostly psychological. You're at your most sexually mature age, and going without intercourse, or some other form of release, has built up a reservoir of frustration within your mind and body, to the point where any stimulation whatever releases a wave of satisfaction. Don't you have a steady boyfriend or even an acquaintance with whom to secure release?" I asked.
"No, Doctor. For two reasons. One, this damned small town is too gossipy, and I can't chance it. Next, as you noticed earlier, I'm so small up inside that intercourse with a man is too painful... unless I'd get a man with a mouse-sized penis," she added with a smile. "And that wouldn't be much of a man, would it? And men just don't interest me that much. I find them too demanding and bossy. I've lived alone so long that I prefer to be the boss and have control of any situation in which I'm involved."
I smiled at her honesty. "I just might have the solution for you, Mrs. Walker. You would hale to trust me implicitly and totally, and nothing must go beyond this office. Now, if you can be completely frank with me, and with yourself, I'm certain that I can fix you up in every way. Promise?" I asked.
She nodded. "What did you have in mind, Doctor?"
"A young boy. That way the size should be compatible, and the emotional needs of yours would be satisfied, as well as the physical. What do you think of the idea?" I queried.
"That sounds great," she answered, "because I have a son that is nineteen now -- he's in Germany in the Army -- and all the time he was growing up I watched him develop, and I just really craved a clean, tender young boy to make love to. I never did molest my son," she hastened to add, "but the thrills I got just studying his tiny penis developing! That might be the answer." Then her face clouded. "But where can we find someone we can trust in this lousy small town? Do you know of anyone, Doctor? I'd trust you completely."
"Be here at four-thirty Thursday afternoon, ma'am," I said.
"Call me Sally, Doc. This sounds promising. If it works out, I'll be forever grateful. And you can set your own fee, Doctor," she said happily as she departed.
* * *
My office bell rang. I opened the door and was very pleasantly surprised. "Why, Linda, what are you doing here? You should have waited for your appointment time," I chided her.
"But I couldn't wait, Doc," she said. "I need some good fucking in the worst way. Please!"
When she smiled like that, and thrust those huge bulging tits toward me, I could feel the heat rising in my crotch. "C'mon," I said, and led her to my examining room.
I helped her undress. Her large pink-nippled breasts aroused me to the fullest even before her lush hips and soft sparse cunt hairs came into view. I slipped out of my clothing as rapidly as possible and knelt before her as she lay sprawled on the sofa.
My hands reached up to cup the exciting tits that towered over my face; then I licked her young flat tummy on the way down to her tiny cunt that peeped slightly open as she put her heels back up against her butt, held her ankles with both hands, and spread her knees wide apart to push her smooth pink slit toward thy face. I nibbled her clit gently and she writhed and pushed harder into my face. My tongue parted the hairline door to her baby cunt and delved into her pink-walled snatch as she moaned and encouraged me.
"Oh, that's good, Doc. Only don't be so stingy. I want something to play with, too. Let me have that big cock, lover."
I climbed up and turned around so that she could seize it, never letting go with my lips that gripped her sensitive pussy. Already her love juices were flowing over my lips and face and chin, which made me all the hotter. I renewed kissing and licking her tiny pink slit with more enthusiasm and vigor than ever, and then felt the head of my cock being hotly surrounded with wet kisses.
As she flashed her warm tongue along the underside of my shaft, I was afraid I'd come before she truly started to work on it. Then I felt her stretching mouth attempting to cover its bulbous head, and her teeth scraped once as she finally crammed my cockhead into her young mouth. She gulped in three or four inches, and by then her face was jammed tight with my throbbing organ. Her tongue, her cheek linings, the back of her throat -- all were in hot wet contact, and the thrill of her eager oral love nest permeated my body in vibrant waves.
Her head began bobbing in unison with mine, and we were as one animal, in perfect rhythm. I put my arms inside her knees and levered her ass up in the air, my tongue working her mushy slit while the fingers of my left hand massaged and stroked the tender inside of her tight cunt. The fingers of my right hand kneaded the firm asscheeks that loomed up inches from my drooling mouth and I let my middle finger wander ticklingly up the crack of her hairless ass. I gently rubbed the pink rosebud of her puckered asshole, and could feel her quiver at the strange sensation. I dipped a finger into her well-oiled cunt and returned it to her tiny asshole, inserting it very slowly, wiggling it in up to the last knuckle. As I felt her body tremble, I heard her whisper, her mouth muffled from the big cock jammed in there, "Oooooh, what is that? It tickles. Do it more, honey, more, it feels so good in there."
The fingers of my left hand in her cunt met my finger that was up her tiny asshole. With only the thin lining between them, I rubbed and flexed and rotated, and could feel spasms and contractions in her snug cunt as wave after wave of happiness was released by this new contact inside her. Her youthful cunt was melting with joy, and I licked and swallowed the love juices as fast as they flowed.
Meantime, she was working faster and harder on my cock, taking it in to the hilt, gagging on its length and straining at its diameter, but loving every millimeter of it. She was twist-tonguing it till I thought I'd explode. When I was positive that I couldn't hold off any longer, I reared up and rolled her over on the sofa, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her to her knees. With one hand around and under her, cupping her huge left tit, bouncing and jiggling it, I slowly stroked the head of my long cock up and down her asscrack, paying particular attention to the tiny opening. She squirmed and backed closer toward me, and I knew that she was very eagerly awaiting her next lesson of love.
My cock, still wet and slick from her frenching, was dripping with her saliva and the first few drips of my come that had seeped out. When I positioned it at her opening, I cautioned her, "Now, Linda, it'll be just like it was with Betty last time -- it'll hurt some as it goes in the first time, but only for a second. But it's fun, as Betty showed you, and once you're broken in, you'll really love it, darling baby. So just relax, like you saw Betty do."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, whatever you say, Doc. Just be gentle with me, won't you?"
I set the flaring head of my cock at the entrance of her ass and shoved gently. It wouldn't enter, and as I gazed down at this tiny girl who offered herself so willingly, I wondered if, indeed, someday I might not split one of the young maidens wide open with my massive weapon. Somehow they always managed to stretch, painful though it might be at first entrance.
Then I heard the damned office bell. The front door was unlocked, and in a small town everyone makes themselves at home, so I had to answer it, lest some snoop would walk around the office and surprise me in a thoroughly illegal, unethical, and embarrassing moment. I backed away from Linda's delightful and eager ass and dressed quickly. In sixty seconds, after warning her to be perfectly silent, I strode into my lobby and was greeted by a stocky man about my age.
"Doctor Brentner? My name's Wilson. Harold Wilson. You are working with my boy, Tony. Remember him? I just wanted to talk to you about that for a moment if I could, Doctor."
I ushered him back to an office and we sat down and lit cigarettes. "The first thing, Wilson," I said, "is that anything whatsoever that Tony has told, or will ever discuss in the future of a personal nature, or of any intimate mental or emotional facets of his life, or his feelings, I will not divulge -- to you, to his mother, to a court of law, nor anyone else. If we can discuss items of a general nature, or you wish a report on his prognosis, or we talk about things that might aid you in understanding and cooperating with him, that's fine. I realize you are probably paying my fees for Tony's couseling, but he is still my patient, and his personal welfare and improvement are my primary concerns. Understood and agreed, Mr. Wilson?" I asked.
"Fair enough. In fact, it's nice to know you can be trusted to protect him so completely. I guess that somewhere along the line I must have failed him as a father, or he'd not have gotten mixed up in this damned scandal we had. I do know that he was very impressed by you, Doctor, and he told his mother and me that you were `right-on' and that's as high as you can get in kids' compliments today." He shook his head slowly. "Imagine that little devil banging all those young cunts and me and Ma never even suspecting he knew about the birds and the bees, much less about pussy!"
"Oh, come now, Wilson. How old were you when you got your first taste of it -- fourteen or so?" I asked.
"Eighteen." He grinned. "She was twenty-two. I stayed one weekend with a school buddy that lived out on a farm, and they had a hired girl that was puttin' out like a mink. She broke me in." He smiled fondly at the memory.
I raised my eyebrows at him. "And how many young girls did you break in in the next ten years? Don't answer -- I'll bet you'd have to stop and count them up. Remember, Wilson, this is just doing what comes naturally. Everybody enjoys a piece that's young, naive, innocent and tender. We men all love to show off our knowledge and experience and to have our superior knowledge and talents appreciated. And generally the young girls are more susceptible and naive, so they get conned into it the first time, find out how great sex is, and the cycle starts around again. Every older guy likes to think that he's young enough to get some beautiful young chick and sweep her off her feet. It inflates his ego."
"Don't forget, too," I went on, "it's easy for a young gal to fall for an older guy -- the first hero, the first male love she felt was for her father, but that's taboo, so she's very vulnerable for a man to substitute for the father image. Personality transference, we call it. I know for a fact, too, that incest is more common than you'd like to believe. Daddy can't keep his hands off young girls, and if there's no eligibles and availables except his daughter, well, se... there's a lot of it in the case histories. In fact, Wilson, to be perfectly frank and blunt about it, I think you actually envy your son, Tony, getting all that young stuff. Be honest now, man." And I grinned at him as I said it.
He met my gaze a few seconds, then smiled back. "Well, to be perfectly honest, hell yes. I know how many were in the sex club, and who most of them are, or were, and shit, Doc, I would give my right arm and left nut to have banged most of them. I'll say this -- those boys were screwing the cream of the crop in this town." He sighed. "Well, I just' dropped in to sort of check you out, Doc. I guess you know what you're doing, and maybe you can help the boy out some. We've never had any experience with head-shrinkers before, and I didn't know what to expect. I'll be goin' now, Doc. Thanks a lot for straightening me out and explaining all those things. I guess you're right about all that stuff you covered." He stood up to leave.
I made my decision. "Harold, wait just a minute. Everything in life is a gamble, and I'm gambling on you right now. I think, in fact, I'm sure, that you're exactly the identical kind of guy that I am. I know your mind, your motivations, and so forth, from talking to you. Now, you can blow my license, my career, and my life if you decide to, or you join me and have the best time of your ever-lusting life," I said.
"Just exactly what in the hell are you talking about, Doc?" he asked, puzzled.
"Well, Linda -- Linda Paulson just came into the office, and if you slide this pass-through window back about one inch like this," and I did, to show him how, "you're going to see illustrated in living color exactly what you and I were discussing a few minutes ago. And I can and will cut you in on the setup. Deal?" I asked him.
"Jesus Christ! That little blonde with the great big knockers? Hell, I've got to see this!" Harold was beaming.
"Fine," I said. "Just remember, not one sound. Then, when you see me wave you into the other room, come on in, and we'll be all set."
I returned to the examining room where Linda sat, in all her nude glory, stroking her thighs and breasts eagerly. God, I thought, as I got undressed again, what a glorious body for such a young little girl. Her hands cupped under her fantastic tits and she bounced them up and down tantalizingly as she waited impatiently for me to disrobe.
"Hurry up, Doc," she wheedled. "I've got to be home in an hour, and I need some fucking in the worst way."
She lay back on the table as I advanced naked toward her. I stood beside her and let my hands wander across her beautiful upthrust breasts that quivered under my touch. Her hand dropped over the side of the table to grasp my already half-hard cock. As I kissed and tongued the pink tips of her firm tits, she stroked my to slowly and lovingly and murmured, "Ooooooohhh, that feels good, Doc. Now go slowly -- remember I'm just a little baby."
I decided that I would not resume the anal attack that I had planned and started on her a short while ago -- not with Harold Wilson voyeuring. I spread my kisses down across the smooth flat tummy toward her tender crotch. My right hand gently roved up and down her firm thighs as my mouth lowered into her blond cunt hairs. She let her legs spread very slowly apart, then lifted her knees to permit the entrance of my tongue to her tiny pink labia. Oh, the taste and soft, velvety texture of the entrance to heaven! I shifted around to the foot of the table to get a better angle for lapping her cunt, and she put her forearms behind her knees and brought her legs clear up onto her chest, mashing and flattening her marvelous huge tits, so that I could get a clearer shot at her young pussy.
I slid my tongue up and down the slick entrance of her tight cunt a few times and then flipped it sideways twice to part the delicious lips to get what I was after. My thumbs held open the sensuous lips; my nibbling lips and jabbing tongue found her sensitive clitoris on the first try. I felt her young frame shudder with - delight at the tickling sensation that coursed thorough her when I hit home plate. She moaned and slid farther down on the table so that I could get more and more, farther and farther, into her. She was getting so hot that the fluids started dripping from her sweet cunt all over my face and chin. Oh, God, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what I was doing to her, because of what she was doing to me! I knew that I was going to have to be satisfied, and damned soon, one way or another.
The panting young girl solved my dilemma for me. "Oh, Jesus, Doc, put it in me! I've got to feel that huge shaft in me. Please, Doc, please, I've got to have it NOW!"
I stood up and pulled her down to the end of the examining table so that her lovely round ass was barely on the edge. Then she lifted her legs high up again, and her inviting cunt was exactly at cock level. I rubbed the pulsing big purple head of my tool three or four times along the lips of her sweet, dripping pussy to get it slippery, then parted her pink lips and poked just the head of it into her warm cave. I could feel the tremor through her as the hugeness of it was stretching her tiny cunt. I stopped and waited, resting with just the bulbous head inside her snatch. She took .a couple of real deep breaths and smiled.
"C'mon, love, slip it to me. I can take it. Just go a little slow until I get used to it. That's more cock than I've ever seen. Or ever hoped to see. But go ahead now, Doc, I'm ready." She was pushing her hips up to me as she said it.
I shoved a couple of inches in, then pulled back to just the head, then shoved until four or five inches were in, then retreated, letting her get used to each longer stroke each time before giving her more. I could feel the strength of her cunt walls stretching and straining as I prodded more and more meat into her protesting but willing pussy, and the hot, gripping wetness of her young snatch was driving me crazy. She let out a couple of moans as I was getting almost all of my rigid dick into her, but her grin just got a lot wider than ever, and the heat of her passionate body released more wet juices from her honey well to glide around my cock that was cramming into her so tremendously. Then it was all in, and with long, slow and even strokes I fulfilled her lustful dreams and filled her hungry snatch.
"Oh, that's good! Right there, yes, more, a big push, lover, fill me jam me ram me with that cock, all of it, stuff me clear full, I've GOT to have it, all of it, more, more, MORE!" I heard her say. Her head rolled from side to side with the insatiable passion that spread from her crotch to her brain and fired her whole slim little body with a burning craving. "Don't ever stop, lover, never, ever. Oh, yes yes YES YES! YEEEEESSSS!!!, NOWWWWWW!! Clear in me, clear up in me, I'm commmmming!"
Her words and encouragement had inspired and brought up a load from my gut in a surging, pulsing spasm that I shot up into her just as she got her big one. I saw her tiny body jerk from the impact of my liquid ammunition, and then streams of sperm jetted from the stretched and jampacked lips of her baby cunt that twitched hysterically around my shaft. My huge cock was staying hard because of the gripping of the slick cunt walls that were squeezing and clutching in jerks as heat waves of passion racked her sweet young bowels.
I pulled my cock from her palpitating cunt and watched my load of come pour from her battered pussy. As it drenched her wispy blond hairs and trickled slowly down her inner thighs, her hand moved down and she slowly massaged the slick goo into the creamy whiteness of her legs.
"Best skin lotion in the world, Doc," she grinned up at me. "And that was a real big load, Doc. I thought you'd blow my tonsils out when you came. But hey! Look at that -- didn't I satisfy you?" she asked as she eyed my still-hard schlong.
"Hell, yes," I replied truthfully. "It's just that it's always ready and able. Now, wrap your sweet little mouth around it and get it all cleaned up. Lick all the slick honey drops off it and polish the knob a bit extra for Daddy, O.K.?"
"Sure thing," she said, and avidly surrounded the big shaft with her soft little hands and guided the length of it into the vacuuming motion of her hungry mouth. I felt the sweep of her tongue along the underside with each gulping forward stroke of her young face, and as she finished, she sent her tongue swirling around the base of the head of my tool to get each molecule of come that lingered there. After a minute she stopped and said, "As long as you're still up and all ready, how about another ride, Daddy, with a little variety? I like variety, and we could take up where you left off when we were interrupted awhile ago. How about it, stud?"
I heartily agreed, and led her to the other end of the examining table. I had her bend over the end of it, braced on her hands and forearms. I reached around her to cup one of those magnificent tits, and tweaked the nipple while my other hand stroked her thighs and still-wet little cunt. I laid my shaft up against the slick lips and nudged gently. She reached back under her crotch and then guided the head up into her pussy. She grunted as the tip pushed in, and I pushed slowly till half was in her. I could feel a whole new set of muscles bunching and grinding in her tight little cunt, and without my weight upon her, just standing behind her, I let her rock back and forth on the rigid shaft and help herself to however much meat she needed and wanted. The freedom it gave her was appreciated, I guess, because her ass began moving backward and forward, rotating left and right and up and down. She was having a ball, and all I had to do was stand still and get thoroughly fucked. One of her hands found her own clitoris and she was rubbing and pinching it. I could feel the tightening and trembling that told me she was going to blow again very soon. I let my right hand play along the slick edge of her cunt -- it wouldn't begin to go in, it was stuffed so tightly with my cock -- and then when it felt moistened enough, I spread her round asscheeks apart with my left hand and twisted my finger into the tight pink ring of her asshole. She hesitated in her fucking for a moment as it first slid in, then I felt her sphincter relax and I stroked inside her anus as she slid her hot cunt up and down the length of my stiff cock. I withdrew my finger and applied saliva to two fingers of my right hand, and returned them to her rectum.
A small "Ouch!" and they were in. I kept shoving, and when they were both clear in to the knuckle, I could feel the smooth long shaft of my tool through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole. I pushed my cock clear into the hilt and held her up tight against the end of the table, then began rubbing my cock with the two fingers that were jammed up inside her ass. The intervening wall felt as thin as a rubber, and I knew that all her nerve ends were being stimulated, fore and aft. Her sharp intake of breath as I held it clear in at this angle told me that she was stuffed to overflowing with my meat, and the tremor of her body that was starting to move her to and fro informed me that she was enjoying the tactile thrill and new ecstasy that accompanies having all orifices stimulated simultaneously.
I next held my fingers still and stiff inside her anus, both of them separated as widely as her opening and canal permitted, and bent them, clawlike. I slowly and gently let my cock slide back and forth several inches. After a few strokes, I flipped my fingers rapidly as I really reamed her tiny cunt with my monstrous tool.
In a few moments I could feel her extreme enthusiasm and arousal and could hear it, too, as she almost screamed, "Oh, Daddy! What're you doing? Don't stop, whatever it is, more, more, keep it up, lover, it feels like I'm all on fire up in there, and in there, too, all over, front and back and 'way up in me, oh yes yes YES! Do it more! Oh, there, there, THEEEERE!!!" Another orgasm racked her little body and left her limp and lying face down on the examining table.
I took this opportunity to glance over my shoulder at the sliding partition. Wilson had it half open and was almost drooling at the sight. I'd have bet he was jacking off in my office while we were fucking in this room. I went back to my work. Work? Hah! My heaven!
"You liked that, Linda?" I asked.
"Boy, you know it, Daddy! Jeez, I'd never had anything in the back door till today. It sure tickles funny. I'd always heard that only the queers did things like that. But it sure felt good, and I know you aren't queer, lover. And it felt like I came bigger, and better, too, with you working me all over that way. God, it felt like my ass and my cunt were all one -- just sorta melted together. I didn't even know where it was the best. Boy, you sure do know a lot about variety, Doc, but I guess I asked for it, huh?" she said.
"Well, Linda, how would you like to really have some total variety? We'll have a real ball," I told the child.
"Just name it, boss!" she replied, excitedly. "With you, I'll try anything!"
"O.K., honey. First, I'm going to fuck you in your ass. It'll hurt a little the first time, same as you lost your cunt cherry, but I guarantee you'll love it. And then we'll go on to more and better and greater things. Are you game, angel?" I asked her.
"Gosh, I don't know, Doc. That's a lot of cock for a little girl, but I guess we can try. Don't hurt me too much, will you, lover? But that sure did tickle when you were up in there a minute ago."
I bent her over the table face down and played with her slit until it was juicy and slick .again. Dipping a couple of fingers into her cunt, I then slowly slid them up her rectum. I admonished her to let go, relax her muscles, and then inserted a couple of fingers of my left hand into her slimy cunt. The four fingers stroked and rubbed each other like individual living creatures through the thin lining between the two holes, and I could feel both canals melting with the heat generated by my busy digits and their erotic stimulation.
Her hand fumbled around behind and beneath her sweet round buttocks till it grasped my tool, and the feeling of all that muscle in her hand encouraged her to get hotter and hotter. As I increased the tempo of the strokes with my fingers, her hips and torso were responding and weaving and writhing against my petting hands. I withdrew my fingers from both orifices and my cock was disengaged from her hand.
I pressed forward a bit with my hips, guided my erect cock against the small entrance to her rectum and rubbed it lightly there a couple of times.
"Ooooh, that's tickly," she laughed.
My mouth was practically drooling at the sight of those firm youthful ass globes staring me in the face, dividing into a smooth crevice centered on her virginal asshole that still pouted a bit from the penetration and manipulation that I had given it moments before. I pulled back from pressing against her butt and knelt down a bit.
The clean, pure beauty of her full firm child's ass drew my face and lips to its tender skin, and I let my hot tongue wander up and down the sweet crack of her ass. Each time that I passed the rosebud of her hole, I lingered and flicked my tongue softly and rapidly around, against, and across the tiny puckered entrance that I soon would be ravishing violently. It responded with alternate shrinking and twitching, and the tickly-itching eroticism of her sensitive ass was, I was certain, arousing new reactions and desires in her naive young brain and body. I finally settled on the entrance itself, and stiffened my tongue till it could penetrate the opening. I felt her thighs and ring muscle relax at the soft warmth of my mouth; then I jabbed and darted my tongue into her sweet hole. She pressed her ass hungrily backwards against my face, and with total cooperation on both our parts, I could insert a couple inches of tongue up her back door. The drooling saliva from my eager mouth soon had it lubricated enough so that I knew we needn't waste another second.
I stood up behind her. "Now remember, Linda, just stay totally relaxed. Push backward, like you were taking a great big shit, but above all, don't panic and get scared and tighten up -- that's the only way it'll hurt," I told her.
"O.K., Doc, I trust you. And I'll try my best to relax. I do want it up in there, but take it easy."
I spat lavishly on the knob and rubbed it liberally all over it, then pressed gently but firmly against her snug asshole. It wouldn't penetrate one millimeter. I slid a finger in and stroked rapidly. As I felt her taut muscles loosen, I then suddenly switched cock for finger and jammed the wide and flared head of it three inches up her hitherto-unviolated anus before her sphincter muscle grabbed and choked my cock into immobility. The excruciating, tight grip actually prevented my going either backward or forward. She twisted and looked back over her shoulder and tears poured from her eyes.
"GODDAM, DOC! TAKE IT OUT! I CAN'T TAKE IT, I CAN'T. YOU'RE TEARING ME IN TWO, DOC!! Take it out, please take it out. No more, honest, Doc, you've ripped me wide open back there. I'll suck you off and swallow it, or I'll fuck you to death, Doc, anything and everything you want, any way, all ways, I promise you, but not up the ass. Oh, please don't make me do this anymore, Doc. Oh, God, please!" she begged.
I stood perfectly still. Then I stroked her hips and body, being very careful not to move my cock whatsoever. "Now, honey, just calm down. You've already had the worst, love. The thickness is what gets you -- it doesn't matter after entering how far it goes in."
I felt her tight ring of muscle begin to soften and relax its grip upon my shaft. "That's it, darlin'. Now if it begins to hurt again, just tell me, and we can stop. I'm going to go in a couple inches, out an inch, in a couple more, out one, and so on, and you'll gradually get so you have it all up in you, warm and passionate and satisfying, I promise you."
"It doesn't hurt so much, now that I've relaxed," she conceded. "I'm sorry I cried and yelled, Doc. I'll try not to be such a cry-baby. Just go real slow, won't you?" she pleaded.
"Sure, honey," I told her. "I want you to learn to like it, and I'm sure you will. I'll be gentle," I reassured her.
I withdrew an inch and felt her spasm of tightening at the friction in her hole. I stopped and felt her relax again. I spit upon my shaft just aft of her strained tiny opening, shoved the freshly lubricated huge rod forward into her impossibly small opening, and felt her asshole clamp down again. I stopped. It was all I could do to stop, to keep from ramming every inch of my huge cock into her virginal anus and really start raping this tiny asshole. But I held off, satisfying myself for the moment with the wonderment that I had even got my two-and-a-half-inch glans into her quarter-inch slot. I knew that she was stretched beyond belief, and damned near beyond bearing or enduring it, and I didn't want to totally ruin the child.
I applied more saliva, slid about three inches more into her, smoothly and rapidly, and paused even before she could spasm into a clamping grip again. By now she had about two-thirds of my shaft up her bowels, and I felt that she should be ready for some fucking. I slowly and gently slid a large section of my tool in and out a few times, letting her get the feel of it and getting it plenty lubricated. I could feel the vibration of her responsive body, and knew that the sensitive nerves of her anus were being tickled more and more. I slowly but steadily shoved my cock its entire length up into the tiny opening and heard her sharp intake of breath as she absorbed the full impact of its size.
Once it was all the way in, I reached around in front of her and found the pink button that was standing proudly at the top edge of her young cunt. I rubbed the clit while holding my tool all the way up her ass, and soon felt her response. Then I withdrew my cock clear to the rim of the head and plunged in again, each time a little faster and harder, all the while massaging her clit with one hand and kneading a firm handful of tit with the other hand.
"Oooooohhh! That's so good, Doc, oh, yes, oooooopps!" as I rammed it in to the hilt again. "God, that tickles, lover, oh that feels so good, good, good, yes, do it, do it, stuff it in me, lover, ram it all up there, jam me clear full of -- ooooooooh! That is a helluva lotta meat!"
Her eager acceptance, and willing enthusiasm for the ass-fuck was arousing me even more than usual, and my penetrating rod was pulsing and pounding in the tightly gripped circle of her young asshole. It was all I could do to contain my load as I gazed down at the baby body that I was battering.
The child's beautiful, smooth creamy white torso, the tiny waist accenting the full flare of her sensuous, hips and the round asscheeks backed up to my pubic hairs and the excruciating and delicious feeling of wet warmth that surrounded my concrete-hard cock that delved its full happy distance inside this cave of passion, all combined to form a picture of sublime heavenly conquest.
Her tender anus clung to my cock with each backstroke as if reluctant to release it, although I was aware it was the vast stuffing and assaultive friction that really clasped it so tightly. But the hot feeling of lustful moisture that drenched my left hand that remained underneath to manipulate her soft pink cunt made all these sensations combine to increase my wildness, as well as her passion and lust that were incremented along with my tempo.
Linda was enjoying it more and more as the muscles of her ass could accommodate more of the huge prick that I so swiftly and savagely impaled her upon. She was moving around and moaning and whimpering with happiness and desire, continually begging for more cock.
I looked over my shoulder toward the far wall, and released her tit long enough to wave to Harold Wilson to come in with us. It took him about four seconds to appear, naked and with a hardon.
I stopped fucking Linda for a moment and told her, "Hey, honey, we've got company. You said you liked variety. Well, now we'll really have some."
She looked around over her shoulder, saw Wilson, and actually blushed! I pushed him toward her head and told her, "Go ahead, darling, suck him off." She was already reaching for his cock as I spoke to her, and I saw her tiny mouth and darting pink tongue envelop the head of his tool as he stood alongside her at the table. His hands reached for one of her voluptuous breasts, and believe me, it was a double handful. He stroked her tit, smiled a very silly smile, and rocked back and forth as her head flew up and down the length of his dick. I knew the furious tongue-lashing that his knob was getting inside her little mouth -- Linda was talented as well as enthusiastic -- and I guessed it'd only be moments before he blew his load.
"Wait a minute!" I hollered. "Stop the party! I've got a great idea."
As Linda took her mouth from Harold's cock, he let fly at that exact second. She made a grab for his spurting cock and managed to capture the last half of his come in her open mouth, the first spillage streaming down her pretty face, tracing a creamy path from her eyebrows down her cheeks to her small pointed chin. She looked as if a bottle of hand lotion had exploded a foot from her. She sucked and swallowed for all she was worth, and after a minute came up for air, licking the spilled jism from the sides of her mouth.
"Aw shit! Doc, you know how I love the taste of it, and you made me lose half of it," she pouted. Harold was saying that he couldn't have held off another second if his life depended on it, and he sounded apologetic. He looked down at his now-limp rod and said he figured the party was over.
He didn't know Linda. She gently and softly and casually petted Harold's cock and said, "Tell us what your new idea is, Doc." Already Wilson's tool was growing erect under her tiny hands. Mine was still in full glory, buried in her snug asshole. I slid it halfway in and out as I explained what I had in mind.
"I'll stay right where I am, and Harold puts his in your cunt, and we'll give you a double-balling like you've never dared dream of, Linda. O.K.?" I asked. She said it sounded great to her, and she and I, still joined like Siamese twins, got off the table and stood up, my cock buried to the hairs in her tight little anus. "Let's go in the office, on the couch there. It's more comfortable that way," I said.
Harold led the way and Linda and I marched in lockstep following him. With every stride she took, my cock got a warm twisting motion from her hip muscles, and she nearly got her ass pumped full of come before we got to my office. I had never been "walked off" before, but I. swore to try it sometime soon. I held her back on my dick by the simple expedient of reaching around her and hauling back on her big jugs, which didn't help my self-control any either.
In my office, Linda and I backed up till I sat down with her on my lap, my cock still in her ass. Harold knelt in front of her and couldn't take his horny gaze away from the tiny pink crack between her thighs.
"Kiss it, Mr. Wilson," the child told him, and spread her legs as far apart as she could.
"Precisely my intentions, angel," Harold said.
He gently pulled her tender lips apart and slipped his tongue into her warm, receptive cunt. When he hit her clitoris, I could hear his lapping and slurping sounds as he sucked furiously on her sensitive button. She, in turn, was answering with her whole vibrant young body, twisting and turning her hips and moaning and thrusting further and harder against his face, then backing away from his hot mouth as the exquisitely sensuous pain-pleasure got too strong.
Of course, each time she backed away, she was impaling herself deeper on my cock, and when she thrust her lap with more pressure against Harold's face, my shaft slid out of her about halfway. It was getting great for all three of us.
Linda could stand it no longer. "Put it in me, Harold, fuck me. Now! HURRY!!" she pleaded. He lifted his dripping, juice-covered face from her soggy pussy, the honey running down his nose and mouth and chin, his eager eyes alight and twinkling. He hunched his body up over hers. She reached down, grabbed his erect weapon, and soaked the head of it with a couple of quick strokes up and down her slick pink crack. She parted her cunt lips and steered the knob of his. cock to her tight pink hole. He started to push.
"Oooooohhh, that's tight. It hurts a little, so take it easy," the girl said.
I told her it was because she had her whole interior already stuffed with cock from the back door, and it was distended into her vagina, which hardly left any room for more cock up inside her.
Harold was not to be denied, and the rutty old goat could no longer control himself with those firm bouncing breasts ajiggle in his face, and the tight warm moistness of her young cunt gripping his cockhead so firmly. He jammed forward with all his weight, and I felt the smooth hardness of his tool against mine through the thin membrane that separated her two canals.
"Oh, god, oh god, oh god," she moaned, "oh yes, that's good, it feels like all the cock in the world is up in me, oh yes yes it's wonderful!"
Her writhing and enthusiasm were contagious, and as Harold would pull back to ram in another stroke, she'd follow him with an upthrust of her firm hips, which would pull my cock almost out of her ass.
Then, when Harold plunged into her and she sank back, she got my rigid prick crammed up her ass to the hilt. It was crowded in there, but there's never been a girl as tight and happy as Linda. She was enjoying the hell out of her double-balling, so I just let my mind go, and felt the tension in my loins rising. I knew that Harold wouldn't be able to hold off very long, and from the delicious shudders of her tender body, I knew that wave after wave of orgasm had begun tearing Linda apart from reality, and that she, too, would soon peak and possibly pass out from the joy of our actions.
Harold hollered that he was coming, and Linda was talking to him, to me, to herself, which encouraged everyone to faster action, and I felt the granddaddy of all big comes approaching. Harold lost his load first, and I could feel the surge of it. Linda was going insane as she thrust and pushed and pumped to get it all rammed in her so that she'd feel his load clear up in her gut. Her furious gestures with her ass and torso brought my orgasm on faster, and I lay back and let her plunge up and down my cock's full length as tidal waves of pounding, pulsing sperm shot out of my cock and filled her hot asshole. The release nearly threw her off my lap, but Harold's weight, lying flat on her as he chewed her tits, and her determination to absorb all my stream, kept my cock from escaping. I felt the tight spasms of her ring as she insisted on holding my cock far up inside her brutally ravaged asshole.
It was a full five minutes before any of us could move. We lay there, gasping, spent, reliving, I'm sure, each of us, that glorious instant of perfect ecstasy, fulfilled to the ultimate intimacy -- I, in my supreme joy at having raped the excruciatingly tiny rosebud asshole of this girl, and Harold in his idiot's happiness at having fucked what was probably his greatest fantasy, and Linda in sublime heaven at having been had every way a girl could be taken: cunt, mouth, anus, simultaneously and thoroughly. We all retreated to our individual reveries and lay there.
When we finally roused, Linda went to the lavatory, got cloths and towels, and cleaned me and Harold up, partially by linens and the rest of the way, her eyes twinkling mischievously, with her tongue and hands. He and I just sprawled there, side by side on the sofa, grinning at each other like a couple of jackals.
"Doc," he said, "I've gotta hand it to ya. That was, without the least doubt, the most perfect piece of ass that God ever granted. I'd never've believed it, buddy. And I'll confess something -- I'd jacked off twice in the other room, just from watching the two of you earlier. My god, man, how do you keep it up? Just looking at the young cunt damn near makes me come! Kee -- rist! She's tender and delicious! But you know -- I wonder if she's retarded? I know for a fact that she's only in tenth grade."
Linda returned just in time to hear his last remark. "I am not retarded. I'm in my right grade -- I'm only nineteen. Actually, I won't even be nineteen till next month. I'll bet you didn't know that, did you?" she taunted.
"EIGHTEEN FUCKIN' YEARS OLD!! HOLY CHRIST!! We'll never get out of prison if anyone ever hears about this!" Harold was almost screaming and damn near sobbing.
"Precisely," I said. "So if I were you, I wouldn't exactly go around bragging and broadcasting it, old chum. And besides, today was just a sample, in case you're interested in a little more of this merchandise."
"A little more? I'll take a lot more! Damn, I'd do twenty years for a steady diet of one that young. Jesus, it was perfect! And I came four times in an hour -- I just don't believe it. Hell, once a week is about it at home."
"The only two known aphrodisiacs are youth and variety," I told him, smiling. "You just had both at once. Not bad, eh?"
"Truly perfect. When can we get together again?"
"Whoa, not too fast. We have to keep this whole setup real cool. I'll handle all the appointments and make all the arrangements. There's to be no -- repeat, NO -- loving except when I set it up for you. Harold, you're as bad as all the kids in the sex club were. And just as stupid. So we'll do it my way or not at all. Then there'll be no heat on anyone at any time. Deal?" I insisted.
They both happily agreed, and I sent Linda out first. Harold and I had a drink in my office to kill ten minutes, so no one would see them leaving together, and I promised him another young girl soon. We arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon to line up something definite, and he left, effusive in his praise, his thanks, and his appreciation.
CHAPTER FOUR
Promptly at ten the next morning, Sally Walker entered my office, and less than ten minutes later, as she and I were having a cigarette and chat in my office, Tony came in. For eighteen, he was a tall, handsome type, and I noticed the widening of Sally's eyes as they rather shyly greeted each other. I decided to push them into the cold water in a hurry. I excused myself, mentioning breakfast, and left.
I opened and shut the outer lobby door, thus ringing the bell, and locked it from the inside. I tiptoed into my private room, where I could see what was going on. Sally was taking the initiative. She walked over to Tony and kissed him, slowly rotating her pelvis against the boy's crotch. His arms crept around her as the kiss got more intense, and her hand slid down to where an obvious bulge was already appearing. As she massaged his growing cock through his clothing, his hands found her hips and buttocks, and he caressed them tenderly and gently at first, then seized their firm roundness more fiercely. They broke apart from their heated embrace, and she began unfastening her skirt.
"C'mon, darling, let's get undressed and do it right and comfortably." she told the boy.
He was peeling off his shirt as she spoke, and in twenty seconds they were both nude. His hardon had reached its full length as he gazed at her lush round soft body, and she took his hand and led him to the divan.
"Here, let mama snuggle up close," she murmured, and then leaned over him and shoved a huge breast in his face. "Tony, darling baby, nurse me. Suck, lover, suck it hard. Ohhhh, god, that feels good. Here's the other one -- mustn't let it get lonely or neglected. Oh, that's wonderful. It just makes me melt all over, baby."
Her hands, meanwhile, were not idle, and the way that she was petting and manipulating his small rigid cock, I was afraid that he was going to shoot before he could get the whole job done properly. But apparently Sally could feel the same sort of thing, for she broke off his tit-sucking and her jacking-off and slid from the couch and knelt before the young boy.
"Just lie back now, lover, and let me take care of my little baby," she crooned to him, and gently lowered her head atop the boy's erect penis.
From my viewpoint, I could see her tongue, hot and red, as it flicked and darted the length of his little tool, and then I saw his body stiffen at the sensuous thrills that I knew she was causing to course through his body. He reached his hands down between his knees and under her head, and he cupped and softly cuddled her full, swinging breasts that hung so temptingly in midair. I could see him pinching and tweaking her nipples, and heard her moan as her mouth parted wider and she engulfed the whole of his cock in one swoop.
Her long dark hair flew wildly as her head pumped up and down vigorously, and as her left hand cupped his little bag and tickled his nuts, her right arm went around him and pulled him forward so that she could get all of his cock into her voracious mouth.
She was whimpering and humming happily in her throat, and then I saw Tony stiffen more. I knew that he was coming. As he spasmodically thrust his hips and loins forward and back in mutual rhythm to her cocksucking, she redoubled her efforts, and I could see her cheeks bellow out as she sucked with tremendous pressure to milk every drop from his spewing penis.
Her moans mingled with the happy cries that were wrenched from the boy's throat as she swallowed all his milky come and tickle-tongued his shaft and sensitive cockhead to continue his ecstasy. I saw his arms flop to his sides, his head loll, and the silliest grin creep over his face as he opened his eyes slowly and gave her a look that was pure love. It was obvious that Sally could and would certainly please a young boy.
Even though Tony was completely spent, Sally did not intend to waste any part of the hour that was being granted them. She stood up, with her beautifully rounded buttocks toward me, facing Tony, and leaned over to lazily rub his face with her big full tits. I saw his hand come around her ass and pull her close, then heard her say, "No, wait a second, honey. Let's do this right. I'll show you what a woman wants."
She turned around and sat down on the sofa, motioning to Tony to kneel in front of her. She spread her thighs, and I could see that she had shaved her pubic hair off, and could see, too, the glistening dampness already forming along the pink slit of her cunt. She put her hands under her knees and leaned back so that her snatch was pushed high and forward, and Tony readily leaned toward it.
"Go ahead, darling," she said softly. "I'll help you. God knows I love it and want it done right. First, baby, just lick the outside crack of the lips, slowly, up and down. No pressure -- just barely touch and kiss the slit with the tip of your tongue. Oooooohh, yes! You do learn quick! Christ, that tickles. Keep it up, lover. Now, put the tips of your thumbs hey, gently! -- always do everything slowly and gently, Tony. Put your thumbs on each side of the slit and push in and apart. See how nice and sweet and pink it opens up? Now, run your tongue up and down inside, real easy, and just keep getting a little deeper with every stroke. Yes, yes, oh, that's perfect, lover. More, keep it up, Tony baby. Better wait a second now, or I'll get carried away and start coming and lose all my control, and I want to teach you a lot and get you started right, then it'll always be wonderful. For both of us. Did you ever eat any pussy before, honey?" she asked the youth.
"No, but we've all talked a lot about it. But then when you blew me -- went down on me -- I wanted to do the same for you," he replied, leaning back on his haunches and looking up adoringly at his ripe, mature teacher. "Is it as good for a woman as for a man? And I've never seen, really seen, a pussy before, all shaved and clean and up close like this. Just saw all that straggly hair in the way before, and it didn't look too appetizing, frankly. But yours is beautiful -- all pink and soft and clean and nice," he told the woman.
"Frenching's better for a gal than for a man," Sally said. "You see, a woman can come six or ten or fifty times in a row without having to stop and recuperate. Did you like the taste of it, dear?"
"Boy, yeah!" Tony said enthusiastically. "It's sort of like honey and peppermint both."
She laughed. "The peppermint is my douche. The honey is all me and mine. And I want you to get addicted to it, my darling. Get that hot tongue of yours back down there and I'll make you both and expert and an addict."
Tony lowered his face to her cunt, and her hands rested idly on top of his head. "Now, Tony, right up at the top of the crease, where my lips come together, just below where the slit ends, see that little pinkish button? Wow! That's it! Now just run the tip of your tongue over it a few times as fast as you can, back and forth, up and down, yes, yes, YES! Oooooohhh, that's good. When you get onto a woman's clitoris like that, angel, you've got a love slave for life. Keep it up, oh, there, now, now, NOW!! Aaaaagghh, that was a good one, for a quickie starter. Did you feel me tighten up, Tony? I came just then. That quick. No spurt, like you fellows do, but it does increase my juices and lubrication, so if you feel something dripping down your mouth and chin, lap it up -- that's just my honey you're getting," she told him happily. "And don't worry about me -- once I come, each orgasm comes faster and easier and better and better. Now, back to business."
"Slide a finger," Sally went on, "slowly, remember, always slowly, Tony. That's the secret of a good lover, darling. Slide inside, dear, and while you keep kissing and tonguing the lips and the clitoris, when you get your finger clear in -- no, honey, don't ram it in and out leave it clear in, and then stroke it back and around and massage the top lining -- oh, yes, you catch on fast, lover. And if your left hand isn't broken, it can reach up and work on my right breast and get my nipples hard. A woman likes that, too. See how many points you can cover if you know how? And that is what makes a good lover. Complete, total satisfaction in all areas, so the girl's body is just saturated with love and thrills."
I watched as she lay back, dreamily smiling, her eyes closed, and saw her beautiful body tense, and her hands press and knead her big soft breasts flat each time she came. Then she sat up.
"Hey!" she said. "Look at you, young man. It's bigger and harder than ever. You were so busy working on me you didn't even realize you had another hardon. But I knew it'd arouse you. Now, that warm-up was good for both of us, real great, in fact, but now we're going to settle down to some good old-fashioned loving. O.K.?" she asked the boy.
Tony grinned, and as she slid further down over the edge of the couch, he nudged closer to her, so that with him on his knees in front of her, his little cock was pointed just level with her pink opening.
She reached down and got his weapon in her hand and rubbed the head several times up and down her juicy cunt-lips, getting it slippery from her flowing drops. Then she aimed it at her hole, and he pushed slowly but firmly toward her.
"I don't know if there's enough here to satisfy you or not, ma'am," he said shyly.
"For Christ's sake, my name is Sally, not ma'am. And you might be in for a real surprise," she told Tony. I remembered how almost-virginal her snatch had felt when I examined her in my office last week.
I heard her sharp intake of breath as Tony's cock slid halfway in. He paused. "Did that hurt, Sally? You sure are tight. A lot tighter than the girls we had in the club. What will we do?" he asked.
"Just go slow and easy, darling. I can take it all, and we'll adjust to each other soon, but it will have to be very gradually, that's all. Now go ahead, but real carefully." She lay back, encouragingly open and widespread.
The boy leaned over her and I could see his ass slide forward slowly as he pushed his cock into her receptive cunt. When it was clear in, and his crotch hairs were snugly pressed against her, her arms crept around his back and shoulders and they lay tightly entwined. I could hear her humming and moaning as her twat was snugly filled to its capacity by the young kid's cock.
Her hands roved softly and gently down across the small of his back till they reached his butt, and she gripped him firmly, then slowly began to rotate her pelvis and thighs. I knew that her hot cunt was laving and massaging his cock inside of her, and their mutual cooing and whimpering was blended into a song of complete harmony.
Watching them, I could see that Tony was getting close to another come as his thighs and legs tightened and stiffened. As Sally gave three or four sharp lunges with her crotch; he came, and the soft look of ecstasy spread over her face as she felt his warm sperm flow into her overheated cunt. He slumped across her body, and she gripped him hard and kept his limp and wilting cock within her. I could tell from the jerking and taut inner thigh muscles that her pussy was snapping and draining him of the last tiny drop. The rocking of his head on her breast and the tender moans that came from him told me that this had been one of the best comes of his entire young life.
They lay quietly in each other's arms on my sofa, and I could imagine their thoughts: Tony, happy in the loving warmth of an older woman, a mother-substitute, and Sally, delighted to have the fucking she so earnestly needed and desired, and of a size that her tiny pussy could accommodate, plus the emotional satisfaction of having her only son replaced by another young boy. All things considered, it had been a very therapeutic session for both of them.
I tiptoed out of my private office, through the lobby, and opened and slammed the front door, to warn them and let them think that I had just returned, and strode noisily down the hall and tapped twice on their door, then returned to the desk in the lobby, where I was shuffling some papers and charts when they walked in smiling a few minutes later.
I glanced up at them and told Tony to go on out by himself, reminding him that he had another counseling session the day after tomorrow.
He grinned. "Yessir! I won't forget my appointment." He threw Sally a big smile. "And I'll never forget today either. Thanks a million, Sally. I think I love you, Sal."
"Don't ever let your crotch overrule your brain, you handsome little stud. See you Wednesday," she laughed.
"Doc," she said as she lit a cigarette and sat down across the desk from me. "I'll give you a check for a cool million dollars for this afternoon's services, if you'll promise not to try to cash it. I've got two hundred in the bank. But seriously, I'm really and truly indebted to you for knowing what I needed, and for handling it so smoothly. It was ideal. I just really dig young boys, and men always hurt me -- always have -- and what the hell could I do, all cooped up in this lousy small town? But this arrangement is perfect. It's heaven!"
"I do have one little favor to ask of you, though, if it isn't too much, Doc," she said. "Alice Springs, the librarian, has told me several times when we'd have highballs together at my house, how she handled her problem. She'd go into Des Moines at every possible time when there were state finals of basketball tournaments, or to track meets, and so on. She'd meet these young athletes on the downtown streets and get them somehow up to her hotel room. Then, after one or two quick drinks, she would, very frankly, almost rape them. She had to take the initiative, of course, because high school boys are really rather square and bashful, especially around an older woman. She's thirty-eight, looks quite a bit younger, but she's got a lush body on her, and it would almost frighten them off until she set the pace. Then it was like all their adolescent fantasies had come true. She said' that lots of times she'd have liked to continue the sex later with a few of them -- some of them got fairly competent, she told me -- but she didn't dare date any of them a second time. She always gave them. a phony name and told them she was from Sioux City, which is over two hundred miles from here."
"But anyway," Sally continued, "she loves young stuff, too, and I was wondering if you could fix her up like me, Doc. She's totally unaware about today -- I promised you, I wouldn't tell a soul, and I haven't. But I'd like you to cut her in on the action if you possibly can. Please?" she pleaded eagerly.
"I'll see what I can do. Bring her here with you Wednesday. You'll have Tony, and maybe I can arrange a little happiness and satisfaction for her, too. No promises, but I'll try," I told Sally.
I wrote her out a prescription for birth control pills as she'd be needing them from now on, and she left the office.
At one sharp on Wednesday, Sally Walker entered my office with Alice Springs, a tall, soft-featured woman with a quiet manner, conservatively dressed, and strutting a truly voluptuous figure. I told them that the boys should be here any minute, and had them go wait in my examining room. I had an appointment of my own with Linda and Betty for one-fifteen and wanted to be ready to service their delicious little bodies.
The door chime announced another arrival, and then Tony and Bill, the latter appearing slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable, came in. I told them to go on back to the examining room and make themselves at home, that they both had enough company to keep them busy, but to keep an eye on the clock, because an hour and a half was all they had. They went on down the hall, and I heard the door open and their greeting the women.
In a few minutes, Betty and Linda entered, and with them was a carbon copy of Linda. I did a double-take, and after the initial surprise wore off, they introduced her to me as Lucy, Linda's identical twin sister. Christ, what a happy problem this was going to be, I thought. I had prepared myself to take care of Betty and Linda, and I figured that two sweet little teenagers were about my (or any man's) quota for one afternoon. What the hell was I going to do with three of these intriguing morsels? Even my perpetual, excessive horniness and extreme virility wasn't capable of coping with the sum total of nymphomania with which I was now faced.
Only one possible solution. I stepped to the phone, dialed Harold Wilson, and asked him to come on over, as I had three young tender cunts on my hands and certainly needed at least some assistance. From the yelp of delight on the other end of the phone, I wasn't sure he took the time to hang up before he sprinted out of his house. In three minutes the doorbell rang again, and in strode Harold with another man in a business suit that I vaguely recognized, but couldn't quite place. Harold did the amenities.
"Doc, I want you to meet Jim Fieser. Jim this is Doc." We shook hands cordially. "He's the sheriff here in Madison County, Doc," Harold continued. I NEARLY SHIT!! "But he's with us on this setup, believe me. He was with me and two eighteen-year-old chicks in Omaha last year, and he digs young cunt the most," Harold went on. I started breathing again.
"O.K., then," I said. "But first, we'd better arrange some sort of definite plan, so that we won't be tripping over each other while we're balling the girls. I'd suggest that you, Harold, take on Betty first, and Jim can have Linda. I'll give a whirl to the new one, Lucy. I've had Betty and Linda already, and Harold has screwed Linda, so this way we'll each get some new stuff. You fellows just watch me and take it from there. C'mon, let's go," I told the pair.
I led the way into my private office and the three young girls looked up as we entered. "I guess we all know each other," I said, "so let's not waste any time on introductions." I walked toward Lucy, and Harold and Betty got teamed up, so Linda was left in the sheriff's hands.
"I didn't even know Linda had a sister, much less a twin," I told Lucy as I admired the bounteous, full-rounded breasts that pushed up and out beneath her thin jersey blouse.
"Yeah, I'm sorts the shy, bashful one. But Linda and I have horsed around at home, and played with each other some, and then when she told me how wonderful and gentle you were with her, I thought I'd kinda like to try it," she said.
"Were you in the school sex club?" I asked.
"Oh, my, no," she replied. "I didn't even know it when Linda joined, and to be perfectly honest about the whole situation, all I know about sex is what she's told me. I'm a virgin, Doctor. I've played with myself a little," she added, and blushed as she said it, "but Linda said to be totally frank with you, same as with any doctor. Did you ever think you'd see a virgin in this horny old town?" she laughed.
"Hell, I've gotten used to seeing anything in this town, Lucy," I told her as I fondled and caressed her huge tits.
I could feel the tightening of her chest muscles as my petting quickly aroused warmth in her nubile young body. I helped her snuggle her soft round hips closer to mine on the divan, and I thought, she may be a virgin, but she's sure as hell willing to let go of it now. I could tell that this was going to be a wild afternoon if she was the least bit like her sister. I undid the buttons on the back of her blouse and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward and let her upper garments fall off, and her mountainous twin peaks swung forth in their freedom -- enough swinging meat to make any man really gasp.
As I fumbled with her skirt, I took the opportunity to glance over at the others, and saw that Harold and Betty had just gotten stripped and were arranging themselves comfortably in my big easy chair. Jim and Linda were sprawled all over the table with its padded top. I returned my attentions to Lucy, unzipping and shedding my slacks rapidly. My shirt followed, and we then faced each other naked. As I admired her tall figure, slim and erect and youthful, I silently lusted after the tender crotch that formed at the top of her sweet white thighs, and then my reverie was interrupted by her voice.
"I know you'll be gentle with me, Doc," she cooed. "Linda said you're a lot bigger but kinder than anyone she'd ever had before. And I want to learn to like it -- all the kids swear it is the finest thing ever. And Linda says you know every way there is to please a girl. So I want you to please me. Please." And her baby face was radiant in its expectancy.
"I can't teach you everything in one afternoon, my darling, but you'll get the full treatment eventually," I said.
Lucy and I sat down on the sofa. Glancing across the room at Jim and Linda, I could see that Jim's cock was shoved into Linda's mouth as far as she could take it; in fact, she was starting to gag a bit, and there was enough left for both her tiny hands to clutch the base of his shaft. Hell, I thought, he has as much as I do, and I used to win every bet in college and the Army with my tool. Oh, well, there weren't any complaints I could hear coming from the young girl, so let them work it out, I figured. I had all I could concentrate on and properly take care of, right here on the couch with me.
Lucy bashfully, reached over and took my half-erect cock in her hand, tentatively and curiously. At first, she only held it, looking with avid intrigue at it, studying its size. It throbbed in her hand, and as she tried to hold it down, the resistance she gave it increased its eagerness and it leapt proudly upward. Her eyes widened at the sight of it doubling its size in only a few seconds, and then she seized it firmly in both hands. Her tiny fingers couldn't completely encircle it and the thought of its penetrating a virgin cunt, pink and wet and smooth, stiffened my rod to its utmost.
We lay back on the sofa. I took her hand and moved it slowly up and down on my cock. She got the word and continued the action after I let her hand go and slid mine upward to cup her massive, firm tits. I kissed her, forcing her mouth open to probe with my hot wet tongue. I felt her tremble at the sensations that I knew were beginning to saturate her body, and was delighted at the erection of her tiny pink nipples that capped her huge breasts. She shoved her tit harder into the palm of my hand, mashing it almost flat as she matched me kiss for kiss. Her hot panting and breathing was accompanied by the slow undulation and writhing of her nubile body. The combination of this total melting was getting to me, and I was on the verge of coming all over her little petting hands even before the real action got started.
I slid down. on the floor before young Lucy and knelt in front of her. I nestled my head on her tummy, its smooth flatness warm to my cheeks, and reached up and stroked and caressed her globes that loomed above my face. Their firm jiggle with each touch inflamed me further, if it were possible, and then my hands moved down and around her hard young asscheeks. I pulled her farther forward on the couch till she had her thighs off the edge and the base of her spine resting barely on the sofa. I gently spread her long marble-white thighs apart and pushed her knees back and upward so that they pressed against her mountainous bouncy tits.
Her tiny, never-before-invaded cunt was inches from my hungry mouth, and her scanty pubic hairs did nothing to cover the smooth pinkness of my narrow new target. The clean sweet smell of her freshly bathed body permeated my nostrils, and the anticipation of her snug lusciousness almost made me drool.
I lowered my mouth to her tiny cunt and let my hot wet tongue wander idly up and down the tight crack that called me inward to paradise. I could feel the tremor and tightness of her loins as she felt the new, mysterious tickling sensation throughout her crotch. My tongue roved across the small mound and up and down her inner thighs as I took my own sweet time initiating her to the rites of sex. After a minute or two, I could feel her turning and twisting slightly, to get my mouth back on her cunt-lips, so I obliged. I had her hold her hands under her knees to keep her legs far back, and centered my avid mouth on her damp cunt.
My fingers tenderly spread the lips an inch apart, and the exciting view of its inner redness drew my tongue like a magnet. I put the tip of my tongue against her hot slit and softly laved her inner lips. Her response was both quick and satisfying. As she moaned, "Ooooooh, yes, that tickles," I could feel the full slump of her body as she relaxed completely and gave herself over to the fullest acceptance of the delights of this new thrill. I knew I'd have all the cooperation in the world on this exploratory and introductory venture.
She slid down a few inches further on the sofa, forcing her cunt harder on my lips and tongue. I had been barely touching her, just enough so that contact was made, with not two ounces of pressure or friction. Now she reacted instinctively, her crotch dictating her every motion and gesture.
I licked her cunt, tasting the first of her fluids that seeped from her delicious snatch. The sweet honey of her love juices flowing in my mouth and glistening so lasciviously upon her slick cunt-lips aroused me further, and I shoved my tongue an inch, then another inch, into the velvety pussy that throbbed so hotly and wetly before my face. I lapped up and down within the tight confines of her cunt, and felt the reaction as her nerves silently screamed for more and more. She had pressed her snatch so tightly against my face that I couldn't breathe, so I backed off to gasp for air. But she resented the intermission from my passionate caresses.
"Ooooooohhh, don't stop, Doc, don't stop. That tickles, oh, it feels so good please, please, do it again, keep doing what you were doing, please, please, I've got, to have more, Doc, I never felt anything like that, just don't ever stop doing that, kiss me again there, kiss it and lick it and love me again there, please, ohhhhh, please!"
She was literally begging, and her hips and breasts were writhing and squirming as she tried to satisfy the itch that I had primed within her body.
I returned to my deliriously happy work. My thumbs softly spread her now-saturated cunt-lips apart, and the slick red lining of her wet pussy stared pulsingly at me as I leaned forward to concentrate on the upper end. As I touched the small budding clitoris that stood there, a shiver of pleasure racked her little body, and a gasp came from her at this new sensation. I flicked my tongue rapidly up and down across the matchhead-sized bulb of her clit, and felt her inner thighs tighten at the excruciating pleasure that I knew was filling her. Her body would alternately stiffen, then melt softly as waves of new thrills raced through her. I knew now that she was hooked on sex, and prepared for the next stage.
I stepped up the action of my tongue upon her clitoris, and slid a finger under my chin to stroke the tender pink lining of her cunt. It would only enter to the first knuckle, so I didn't press any further -- save the full penetration for later, and do it right and do it completely, I thought.
As I probed gently inside her vagina, and laved wild oral touches on the sensitive nerves of her virginal clit, I could feel the wildness building up inside her, and knew that she was only moments away from her first orgasm. I intended it to be a winner, so I released my finger from within her snug pussy and reached around to firmly grasp her ass, in order to retain her captive in my embrace during the throes of her upcoming ecstasy.
She began lunging and twisting on my face, alternately attacking and retreating from the wet organ I flicked constantly and rapidly against her most tender spot. Her panting, and the heaving of her tit-covered chest, told me how close she was getting to fulfillment, and I redoubled my efforts. Then her hands clutched frantically at my head, her fingers entwined painfully in my hair, and she ground my face harder up against her clitoris. I saw that her eyeballs had rolled upward, and I knew she was about to pass out from the sheer ecstatic joy that drenched her mind.
"AAAAAAHHHRRGGHHHH!!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!!! You're killing me more more MORE MORRRRRE! DON'T STOP OH GOD STOP STOP OH GOD THERE THERE AGAIN OH NO OH NO OMIGOD OMIGOD OH I'M DYING YES yes yes ooooooooooooohhh... "
She went limp, and for a long moment I was afraid that I had for once gone too far, and a flash of thought regarding apoplexy entered my mind. Then a dreamy half-smile crept over her lips as she lay there, tossing her head from side to side, her body simulating the motions of fucking, her hands rubbing and pressing her crotch as she subconsciously tried to recapture and retain the thrill that had permeated her whole being so tremendously.
"Jesus," she whispered, "that was heaven. I've never felt anything in my life that tickled so much. And all over. It's like my entire body and brain were melting and on fire and exploding -- all at the same time. I'm not sure I can take that very much. Oh, god, that was, that was... " She was grinning now, "You know what I mean."
I saw that the other four had stopped their lovemaking as young Lucy got so excited and was screaming, and they were all smiling at us and listening to her.
"Honey," I said, "we haven't even really started yet. That was only a sample, a very brief sample. Now you know why your sister loves sex so much. And wait'll we go sixty-nine," I added. "You'll love that even more."
"Oh," Lucy interrupted, wide-eyed, "I couldn't do that sixty-nine times -- I'd be insane, completely," she said.
We all five laughed at her ignorance. "No, no," I explained, "sixty-nine's not a number of sessions -- it's a position and a method. I'll explain it in detail, or better yet, I'll teach you soon. You'll like it, I promise you."
"I'm willing to try anything you say now, Doc. Oh, boy, that was wonderful. I never knew anything could feel so good. But can we wait a sec? I feel so exhausted -- like I just played ten hours of football. Only that was more fun than football, that's for sure. I'm tired. But so warm, all over, and I feel so good," she said.
"I'll say you do, darling. You feel perfect -- at least, everywhere I felt, it felt wonderful."
"Silly," she smiled. "You know what I mean. But, hey, Doc, what do you get out of that -- doing that for me, I mean?"
"Angel, when you're happy, I'm happy. In fact, if you'll look down there at my cock, you'll see that I came just a tiny bit too. Involuntarily -- I just couldn't help myself, it was so fine. And I've usually got perfect control. But it was so damn good, making it that good to you, that some leaked out."
"Yeah, how 'bout that. Looks like cream, doesn't it? What does it taste like, Doc? Like mine?" Lucy asked naively.
"There's only one sure way to find out, isn't there?" I asked, and stood up before the girl.
I leaned slowly , toward her face, and she innocently grasped the shaft and took a sly lick across the head where my sperm had run down over it.
I grasped her long blond hair in the back and crammed her face up against my tool. "Lick it all off real clean, angel," I ordered her. "Get every drop of come off and then you can polish my knob real good for me." The little girl swirled her tongue rapidly around the rim of my flared cockhead, and the thrilling wet heat of this new conquest aroused it to its fullest. I felt a new surge of desire begin to spread all through me, and knew that it was about time to start phase two of this baby's break-in lessons. She had soon got every trace of jism off my cock -- I hadn't unloaded, remember, I'd only lost a bit of seepage -- and she was now fondling its growing length and appreciating its hardness that increased rapidly under her tender grasp as she caressed and watched it, entranced.
Her fingers traced each purple vein, and I knew that she could feel the individual blood-engorged muscles that pulsed as they filled with the want and need that dominated my loins. With a last gentle lick of her hot tongue along the sensitive underside, and a nibble of her lips on the head, I pushed her backward. She lay upon the sofa eagerly, awaiting the next step.
"Hey! Look at them!" Lucy had glanced over my shoulder as she lay back, and I turned to see what she was pointing at. I had been oblivious to the other two couples, lost in the thrilling rapture of loving the precious tiny new snatch of my latest victim. Now I saw that after the brief interruption of the foursome's actions when Lucy was screaming her virginal delights of her first orgasm, they had indeed all returned to their respective partners with renewed enthusiasm.
I smiled at the happy scene. They had formed a daisy chain: Harold was eating Betty's cunt while she was going down on Jim's cock, as Jim was avidly licking the hell out of Linda's pussy as she was gulping on Harold's prick.
The slurping, and bobbing of heads, and the happy moans and whimpers, formed a semi-musical background for their humping, writhing bodies. I could see from the intensity of their movements that it was just a matter of moments till everybody blew their loads, so I just lay there petting Lucy's fabulous tits, while she in turn idly rubbed and stroked my erect cock.
As I rested and watched the quartet and petted Lucy, my mind wandered back over the many, many young girls I'd had in the last twenty years. Two disastrous marriages, along with hundreds of marital counseling sessions with wives and husbands had convinced me that the average woman, as soon as she got a ring on her finger, tried to figure some way to transplant that ring into the husband's nose. Then she stops taking care of herself personally, then she starts rationing sex.
You've heard them all, the usual alibis: It's too hot, it's too cold; it's too early, it's too late; the kids are asleep, we'll wake them, or the kids are awake they'll hear us. Christ, it soon turns a man off. The old knight-in-shining-armor days are gone, the hero you were on your wedding day turns into a meal ticket-procuring heel, and the desire ebbs rapidly.
"Rested enough, Lucy, darlin'?" I asked, tweaking one of her tiny pink nipples.
"Ooooooohhh, yes, Doc. Doesn't yours ever get soft and limp?" she asked. "Linda told me that after a boy, or a man, was through, that it shrunk all up. Or was she just putting me on?"
"No," I laughed, "she wasn't kidding you. "Generally speaking, you're right, but it depends a lot on the man, and even more on the girl. If she's inspiring enough, and God knows you sure are, Lucy, a fellow can last a lot longer. I'm always ready, willing, able, and eager. And you're a lot of girl "
"Linda said you have a really big one, and I believe it. Look, Doc, with both hands. on it like a ballbat, there's still about four or five inches sticking up over. How could a girl ever take care of all that?"
"I thought you'd never ask, baby," I kidded her. "Lesson number two is about to begin. Right now. You just keep both of your tiny fists around it like that, and then you'll find that your mouth will just about cover the rest of it. You know how good it was when I was eating you?" She nodded. "Well," I continued, "I had as much enjoyment as you did. Partly from the feel and taste of it, and also from the fact that I knew, positively knew, that I was bringing you happiness, love. Can you understand that? I wanted to please and delight you, Lucy, and I was sure that I did. Now you want to please and delight me, don't you, in return?" I coaxed.
"Oh, God, yes, Doc," she said, eyes atwinkle. "And I will, oh, I will. Anything you say. It's all been so wonderful so far, I'll do anything you want me to. You're so good to me," she stated emphatically.
"Fine," I told the child. "Now we're going to switch roles, and you make me come by eating me up, and I bet you'll learn to love it, too. You liked the sample taste of it a few minutes ago, didn't you?" I queried.
"Oooooohhh, yes!" she smiled. "It was just like warm vanilla ice cream. So smooth and nice.
And the feel of all that warm meat in my mouth was, well, just goooood!" She looked up at me with a tenderness in her eyes I hadn't seen before. "And I could sorts feel that it tickled you, too, and that made me feel all hot and squirmy inside. Y'know what I mean, Doc? I think I'm in love with you. You're so good to me, and everything. I can't say it very well, but... "
I patted her long blond hair and hugged her. "I know, I know, my love. No need for words -- love should be properly and well expressed with actions, don't you think?"
"Mmmmmm, hmmmm," she mumbled as she lowered her head. and let her mouth open wide to get my cockhead into her face.
She had to almost yawn and stretch to encompass the glistening point of my massive tool between her little lips, and I let her work on it at her own pace. I didn't want to rush her -- I was afraid that she'd gag and get discouraged. I knew that the size of my cock would take some accommodating on her part. The velvety friction of her hot inner-cheek walls, with the warm moist laving of her tongue around the flared rim of my prick's dome, and the bathing heat of her delicate tongue along the underside of my shaft soon had my cock pulsing and throbbing. It was all I could do to sit still.
"Now just keep licking your tongue around behind the head slowly -- that's where it's the most sensitive. Yes, that's right, oh, honey, that's good," I encouraged her, "yes, yes, right there, that's wonderful. And all the time your tongue's working inside, keep moving your hands up and down on the shaft. Grip it firmly -- you can't hurt it -- the more pressure, the better, darling. Keep it up, yes, that's fine, real fine, Lucy. Mmmmm, hmmmm, good. Now move your head up and down slowly, each time take just another half-inch or so in your mouth. Not too far," I cautioned her, "go easy or you'll gag. Breathe through your nose, you're holding your breath, and you can't hold it as long as you'll be sucking, so breathe real slow and deep through your nose, honey, and you'll be all right," I told her.
She was following my instructions to the letter, and it was exciting and fine. I knew that I couldn't hold out too much longer, the way her huge tits were both bouncing against my thighs. Her snug, cock-filled mouth kept massaging so sensuously that I flipped a mental coin, and that decided it.
I put my hands over her head firmly and leaned back a bit so that only the head of my cock was in her mouth. She slowed, then stopped the bobbing motion of her head when I told her to, and I could feel the pulsing surge of my load of sperm rushing from my belly through my crotch toward the hot wet mouth that tickled and sucked it relentlessly. I braced myself, then came!
I felt her head jar with the impact of the intense stream of hot jism that jetted from me into her mouth. "Suck it, honey, suck it hard," I ordered her. "Swallow it, gulp it down fast, all of it!"
I could feel the frantic motions of her throat and lips and cheeks and tongue fighting to contain the liquid torrent that poured forth. White rivulets of my seed seeped from her cram-packed mouth and trickled down across her lips and chin, but her convulsive throat muscles got ninety percent of it inside her, and as the river of love juice abated, her breathing resumed to a more even rhythm. I slowly withdrew my cock from her face and looked down at her love-filled eyes that gleamed up at me.
"Lick it all off, honey," I commanded her. "That precious stuff is all yours, that's your lunch for today. Lap it up and taste my sperm, get every drop of it off, angel. Never leave a session messy."
She applied her lips and tongue assiduously, and I could tell that with very little practice I'd have an expert cocksucker in my new stable.
"Wow! When you come, you come, Doc! Hey, that was fun, just like you said it'd be. Was I O.K., Doc? Was it good for you?"
"You were just wonderful, baby."
"Boy, it was delicious," she went on. "I think if someone had asked me ahead of time to take it all, I wouldn't have wanted to swallow it. It seems kinds icky, or something, but I couldn't have stopped for anything, it was so warm and good and, well, I just love you, Doc. I love you, I love what you do to me!" The young girl stared up at me adoringly, total devotion showing in every feature.
"Now, Lucy, we're learning about loving, not love," I told her, "although they do overlap sometimes. Good sex is the prime requisite for true love, of course. If the sex is good, a couple can overlook the other's faults, but if the sex is no good for one or both of them, all the other things aren't worth marrying for, no matter how smooth they get along. You just remember that, and you'll have half of life's problems solved," I said.
"God, my jaws ache," the girl said, rubbing the hinges of her mouth and stretching to relieve the unaccustomed ache that naturally accompanied the enormous widening of her mouth. "But I'll do that for you any time, lover," she added.
"And more you shall have, my hungry little princess," I told her gladly. "But we have other things ,to do first, my dear." I stood up and faced the group across the room. "We ought to take a break now. We need a highball and ten minutes of rest. O.K. with everyone?" I asked. They all agreed.
The men and I gathered on one side of the room, sipping our whiskey, while the three girls sat on the sofa across from us, laughing and chattering. Their main discussion was centered on whether Lucy was actually enjoying the scene and having a good time, and was flattered by occasional snatches of their talk that reached our ears.
We men agreed that I'd set the pace. They were just happy to get some young available cunt and participate in whatever I decided to come up with. Sheriff Jim Fieser couldn't praise me and my setup enough. I knew then that as long as I kept him supplied with adolescent pussy, that the whole operation was safe from everything except the FBI and the CIA. And I'd worry about them later. Not now.
"O.K., recess is over. Gather around the old teacher now," I joked. They all encircled me, and I outlined the immediate program. When I asked if everybody were happy, they indicated that they were all satisfied with their partners. Fine. Now we could go ahead.
I reminded them that I was breaking Lucy in, so things would have to be worked around that premise at first. But anything that they took a notion to do with their partner's consent, they were free to do. I suggested that we play follow the leader. I'd be the first leader. They agreed, and I led Lucy over to the sofa, the other two couples heading for the desk and the chair, and the other lounge, placing themselves so that the men could see me and follow my lead in the action.
I gently pushed Lucy back upon the divan and had her hold her fine long legs high up and back against her full tits, thus shoving her pink twat close to my leering face. She peeked at me over her bounteous mashed breasts and watched me as I tenderly licked the small hot pink slit of her virgin cunt. The few hairs around it were still damp and slick from our earlier session, and the heady musk that aroused me so thoroughly was rising from her steamy pussy.
My finger probed gently into the slick interior, and at about the second knuckle, met firm resistance. I bumped ever so softly against it, felt its rubbery tautness, and only hoped that she wouldn't bleed too much. I kept up a whispered string of words to soothe her, and I probed and searched until I found the natural opening. Very seldom is the hymen completely closed across the vagina, and I slowly and deftly wedged my fingertip into the miniscule orifice.
During our recess I had gotten my fingers thoroughly soaked in a topical anesthetic, and I . was massaging this painkiller into the walls of her tiny cunt and across the skin of her hymen. I diddled around this way for a full three minutes, to let the deadening effect set in, then I gradually pried the flap of skin away from the walls of her pussy with my fingertip and fingernail. Only a brief and momentary tightening of her thigh muscles and an abrupt intake of her breath indicated that any pain whatsoever had accompanied this partial defloration. I rested, then inserted two fingers softly up into her snug cunt, my thumb meanwhile tenderly rubbing her clitoris that stood shining and wet at the entrance to her diminutive snatch.
The pleasurable sensations that she felt from that more than overcame the small, quick sharp pain of her ruptured hymen. The fingers soon made their way clear into the knuckles at the back of my hand, and my soothing reassurances and instructions to relax calmed her. She was aware, from schoolgirl gossip, that losing one's cherry was painful, but I was sure as hell going to see to it that it was done more kindly and gently than the average sophomore does it on the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie.
From my petting her, juices were flowing, and the door to her vagina was slick with her fluids and a couple of drops of blood that mixed with her gland's releases to form a perfect sliding ramp for my huge cock.
"Now, Lucy, baby, just relax. If it hurts a bit at any time, just say so, and we'll stop and rest. I doubt if you'll get over half of it the first week or so. Don't worry about that -- we've lots of time ahead of us, angel, and I want you to learn to love it, like Linda and Betty do."
"Go ahead," she smiled up at me. "I trust you -- I know you won't hurt me. And I do love you so much, Doc."
I knelt up close to her tiny slit and placed the bulbous head of my cock between the tender lips I had spread apart with my fingers. I could see that they separated barely an inch, she was so little. It seemed impossible to effect an invasion into this girl's cunt without literally tearing her in half, and I hoped that I had the patience to go slowly enough. But I knew that the female organ will stretch a mile before it rips an inch, if given the opportunity to adjust, so I pressed forward.
As the flared glans of my cock disappeared and was enveloped millimeter by millimeter, I could feel the hot pressure of the lining of her smooth cunt-walls getting greater, so I stopped with one inch -- hardly half the head -- inside her tight pussy.
She smiled. "I can feel the heat of it all over inside me, Doc. Give me some more. I can take it. I want it! Go ahead, please. You didn't hurt me, honest you didn't. Why'd you stop?" she asked.
She thrust her pelvis up to me with a sudden jab, and another inch slid in, the top rim of the glans disappearing into the excruciatingly tight little hole. I saw her eyes brim with tears, and her chest heaved with a sharp gasp, and I knew that she, too, had felt the hellish width of my tool's knob, rammed through its widest diameter, violating and abusing the gripping strength of her minute entrance. The clinging warmth of her cunt almost blew my mind and my load. I rested, for I could see the pain and hurt look, of fear in her eyes and her furrowed brow as she strove to absorb the punishment that my huge cock inflicted on her willing but incapable cunt. She had wanted it -- how she had wanted it! -- little knowing of the distending, grinding pain that accompanies the initial intrusion of a hardon as massive as mine.
She looked down along the lines of her torso to our joined crotches. "Omigod, is there still that much to go? Are you sure you didn't split me in two, Doc? It feels warm and good and loving right now, when you're stopped and still, though. I know it'll be all right, but my poor little pussy feels like it's all torn up. Go ahead, Doc, but take it slow and real easy, won'tcha?" she pleaded.
I reassured the child that we'd take plenty of time so she'd get used to it, and then I oiled the shaft with a gob of spit and grasped her hard round buttocks firmly and slid two inches up her. I could feel the groaning, tearing muscles every bit of the way, and knew that she was gritting her teeth to keep from uttering the intense pain that saturated her lithe young body. I stopped, and I could feel the twitches of pain that racked her little cunt as muscles spasmed and fought for release from the monstrous penetration that my cock had effected. In a moment she nodded, her mouth smiling bravely even though her eyes had tears at the tearing invasion of her eighteen-year-old's cunt by my gigantic tool.
I withdrew an inch and felt the clinging of her linings as I dragged the meat from her temporarily. I shoved again, and had buried the head and about four inches up into her when she uttered one sharp cry of intense pain. As I rested, the tears started to flow down her cheeks, and she looked up at me pleadingly.
"That's all the farther we'll go in today, I promise, Lucy darling," I consoled her. I had nearly peeled the skin off my cock getting in that far, and I thought I felt the big purple head of my lance touching the mouth of her womb, so I knew further penetration was not in the order of the day.
I looked down and saw thin red streaks trickling along the side of my rod where her cherry juice was staining my tool. I knew she couldn't take much more punishment in her delicate tiny cunt for now, so I reassured her again.
"You've had the worst, love," I said. "Now we'll just stroke it back and forth, real easy, and with each trip it will get a little easier, and we won't do it for very long because I don't want to rub you raw the first day."
As I spoke, I began a slow withdrawal till just the big head remained within her, then I pushed till it was into its former limit, then back, each time very slowly and gently. It was all I could do to contain myself, for the hot clamping of her velvet walls, and the sight of her tender young torso, and the thought of this ultimate in virginal sex, all combined to drive me out of my horny skull.
I reached up and caressed and cuddled one huge tit as my other hand fondled and tweaked her pink clitoris. Her clit had been stuffed almost down into her cunt from the tight cramming of her pussy, but on a backstroke, as it loomed into view again, I captured it and kept it in a constant state of agitation as I continued to plunge my cock into her ravaged snatch. Between her natural hominess, my earlier arousal of her mind and body, and the now accepted stimulation of all of her body -- tit, box, and clit -- she was getting into the proper mood for a good fuck.
"OoooooohhHHH!! That tickles, Doc, there, there, yes, yes, YES YES!! Oh, it hurts, it's good, it hurts good, don't stop, I can take it, I can take it all, do it to me yesyesyes it hurts it's killing me it's tearing me I love it I love it, I got to have it, all of it, give me more, more, MORE!! Ram it all in, it hurts good!" But I wasn't about to ram all of my cock up inside that tiny cunt. It would tear her insides all up, and I wanted this child nursed along gradually and right. So I continued to just slip half of it in with each forward stroke, and continued my manual manipulation of her body so that the passionate heat would continue to swamp her mind and body and keep her in her present state of euphoria. Her smiling, starry-eyed face looked up at me lovingly, and I felt like a sexy god, viewing a paradise of my own making. So good and complete and perfect.
I hadn't felt, or at least hadn't noticed, her legs encircling my waist. Then suddenly her heels dug into my ass, her arms reached out and wrapped themselves around my neck, and her crotch flew forward with the viselike grip of a maniac. A triumphant shriek of lustful glee mingled with the sharp, raw edges of a scream of pain as she impaled herself to the hilt on my full length of cock!!
"AAARRRGGGHH!!! OH GOD, OH GOD, OOOOOWWWWW!!! NO, NO, NO, NOOOO!! OH JESUS, I'M KILLED. OH GOD, OMIGOD, OOOOHHH!! OH, I'M KILLED. I'M TORN. OH DOC, OH GOD, OH GOD-DOC, MY DOC-GOD, I GOT IT ALL, ALL, ALL. OH IT'S GOOD, IT'S KILLING ME, IT'S KILLING ME GOOD, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD!! KEEP IT IN, LOVE. I TOOK ALL OF IT, ALL OF IT, ALL OF YOU, LOVER. OOOOHHHHHH."
Her screaming voice faded to a moan, then silence as she flopped back on the sofa, her tiny wracked body protesting convulsively at the horrible pain that knifed through her. She had passed out. Still joined with her to the hilt, I eased her head down on the couch and tugged to get my huge .cock out of her still-clutching pussy. Only the slick lubricants of her fluids and her blood let my tool slip from her tenaciously snug cunt.
I stood up, looking down at the pitifully crumpled body of the tiny child I had just assaulted. The others got up from their assorted entanglements and came over, fear and awe and wonder playing across their faces. I reassured them, before any panic set in.
"She'll be O.K. in a few minutes. The little devil just took more of it than I wanted to give her. Now maybe she'll understand that it's better to do things Doc's way."
Even as I spoke, her eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped her smiling lips. She looked up and around at all of us as she spoke.
"I took it ALL! I took all of it, Linda. Did you see me? God, it IS huge! I felt like I was stuffed clear to my throat and split half in two. Jesus!" she exclaimed, as she strove to sit up and then fell back. "My legs and ass are so sore!"
Betty and Linda laughed, both probably remembering their first pieces of ass, and later the horrendous filling of my big cock inside their young pussies, and sympathizing jovially with little Lucy. I interrupted the girls.
"Just lie there a while, honey. You've had quite an ordeal.' I'll get you some painkillers I keep here in the office, and they'll help. But you stretched some muscles you didn't even know you had, and rest is the best and only cure right now. Just relax. You shouldn't have tried to take my whole cock the first time, angel. I hope you realize now that the Doc knows best, and you'll do as I say," I told her.
"Hey! Whattaya mean, tried to take it all? I DID take it all! I just had to have it, Doc. Please don't be mad at me." She rubbed her belly and crotch ruefully. "Boy, I know now that you know what you're talking about. That aches all over!" She sat up slowly and painfully. "But I'm glad we got that cherry business out of the way. I just figured it would be like pulling off a bandage -- better to do it in one quick swoop than to fool and fiddle around. But it's a lot more than removing a bandage, huh, Doc?"
"Honey," I said, "we could have ruptured you or hurt you internally, the way you went at it. Oh, well, what's done is done, but from now on, I insist that everything, but everything, be done my way. No deviation, experiments, or disobedience. Is that understood and agreed all around?" I asked the group.
The quintet nodded their acceptance of my orders, relieved that Lucy would be all right and soon be none the worse for the wear.
Betty spoke up. "Gee whiz, Doc, I wish someone had been that slow and gentle when I lost my cherry. I mean up until Lucy speared herself. But that wasn't your fault, Doc. I had a dumb awkward boy that damn near discouraged me from ever going to bed again. The way you did it was beautiful."
"I was learning right along with Lucy," Harold chimed in. "I've always been just a little bit leery of screwing virgins till now, afraid I'd hurt one, or make her bleed, and get into trouble. But I'll bet I could handle one pretty well now."
"See? I wasn't kidding you, was I, Lucy?" Linda asked her twin sister.
"By God," the sheriff chimed in, "if I had a daughter, I swear I'd bring her to you to break in, Doc. I gotta hand it to you, that was truly beautiful, the way you did it. Come to think of it, I have got a stepdaughter, but I don't know if she's a virgin. Can't ever tell these days, y'know."
Linda laughed. "Oh, yes, she is, sheriff. We were all so scared of you we wouldn't let her into our sex club, and I'll lay you ten to one that she's still got her cherry. She's hot to learn, and she'd been pestering all of us club members, but like I said, we were scared shitless of you. Till today," she giggled. "But if I'd known you had such a huge beautiful delicious cock, and liked us little gals, we'd have gotten the show on the road a long time ago, sheriff. Boy, outside of Doc, I've never had such a good fuck in my life." She smiled and kissed Jim passionately. "And I want some more of that before you leave today."
"It's all yours, m'love," the sheriff smiled. "Any time, all the time. Just help your sweet self."
"You're certainly generous," Linda kidded. "But you've got enough there so I guess you can afford to give it away. In fact, just talking about it warms me up inside. Can I french you, Jim? You just lie back and let little Linda work on you... if I can get my jaws that far apart."
She smiled and yawned prodigiously and bent her head to her job. The sheriff's enormous glans disappeared and with one hand she stroked the remainder of his cock while the other lifted and tickled his huge bag of balls. Her cheeks fluttered and moved as her hot little tongue swabbed and rimmed the head of his knob. Gradually she lowered her young mouth farther and farther down along the length of his long cock as the rapidity of her strokes increased. Jim lay back, alternately tensing and resting as the erotic moist warmth of her mouth soothed and excited him. His hands reached forward and toyed playfully with her mountainous breasts that swung to and fro with her exertions.
Then she encircled his hips and tugged him closer to her face as she valiantly struggled to engage all of his tumescent rod. Her blond hair was flying and head bobbed the full length of his cock when he exploded his stream into her tiny mouth. Her head rocked, and she swallowed and gulped as floods of come poured down her throat. Then, as Jim lay back, spent, she snuggled up to his limpening cock and drained the last drop with her suctioning lips and mouth. Each ecstatic hot touch of her hungry mouth was echoed in his eyes and smile. She rose from his lap and wiped the few dripping leaks from her mouth and chin and smiled up at the sheriff: "Wow, you sure come quick, Jim," she said. "My mouth was just getting used to the size when I felt your river start. But anyway, the quickies won't wear my jaws out so much," she laughed.
Betty interrupted. "Why don't we get a daisy chain going, so no one will be left out?" she asked, "I know we can't stay here all day, much as we'd all love to, so let's get as much of a good thing as we can, while we can."
"I think," I told them, "that Lucy had better just get eaten, because we don't want to hurt her, and more fucking today will make her so sore her mom might get suspicious. So what we'll do is, we all sit in a circle, arranged alphabetically, and then we each take care of the person to our left. Sound fair?"
They all nodded.
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"We'll have to juggle a bit," I went on, "for I'm not about to go down on either of you men, so, Linda, you're alphabetically after Betty, you come over here next to me, then Harold, Lucy, and Jim. See? The girls are alphabetical and so are we men, and the pairings are all different from earlier today. Now Betty takes care of me while I scarf Linda, who will blow Harold as he eats Lucy, who is going down on Jim as he sucks Betty's pussy."
As I leaned over to cuddle Linda's magnificent boobies and get my face in the sparse blond cunt hairs that barely hid her receptive snatch, I felt Betty's soft touch and warm hand reach for my crotch. Her gentle, probing fingers found my cock and surrounded it. The feeling of an invisible girl working on me as I licked the pink slit in front of me, aroused me, further with its different and strange style, and I could feel my cock filling and hardening and rising in her mouth, even as the girl under my working mouth was moaning and twisting as I nibbled her willing clitoris.
Linda shifted her ass and legs to let me get a better angle at her delicious c�nt with my face, and I, too, settled back down so that Betty could wrap her mouth around my tool more fully. Linda was now lying face down so that she could more easily engulf Harold's prick into her mouth and have some freedom for her head movement. This placed her cunt upside down for me, with the clit now at the bottom of her slit and her cute little asshole right in my sight; looming tantalizingly and deliciously midway between her firm asscheeks that dominated my narrow horizon.
I placed my hands on her butt melons that so delightfully framed her puckered hole, and their firmness and quivering response to my touch inflamed me even more. I lifted my head from the pleasant scene in front of me.
"Whatever anyone does to someone else, the recipient should do the same, and we can pass all the goodies clear around the circle that way, and no one will be deprived of someone else's inspirations and ideas," I told them, and then faced up again to the heavenly job before me.
As my tongue flashed gently but rapidly up and down on Linda's protruding clit, my finger traced softly along the lips of her cunt. She spread her legs wider automatically, and the tiny pink crack widened. I lowered my tongue to its tasty entrance and felt her push her hips back toward my face, wanting more and more of my hot wet tongue inside her. I obliged, stiffening my oral weapon from soft and wide to hard and straight, and penetrated her honey-well in long juicy strokes. I could feel and taste her slimy oils as they came forth in happy response to my erotic manipulations, and their savory tang lent speed and incentive to my further efforts.
I slid my forefinger in as I withdrew my tongue, then my middle finger. I held them clear in, and slowly began a "scissoring" movement with them, thereby touching her everywhere -- sides, top, bottom -- each wall of her snug, smooth, pink-lined cunt was being massaged. Her soft moans mingled with those of the other participants, and I was positive that everyone else was having as wonderful a trip as I was.
My lingual movements traced upward -- upward for me, as I was upside down to her -- across the two-inch gap that separated her sweet pussy from her tiny asshole. I pushed her cheeks apart with my left hand, then let my tongue wander idly and tenderly up the cleavage that presented itself in all its pink glory. I moistened a finger with spit and tickled the shiny rosebud of her anus. Her butt immediately twitched and tensed, shrinking her asshole to a mere puckered pinpoint at the new sensation. Then she relaxed as she felt the touch to be gentle and erotic. The fingers of my right hand kept working like 'a pair of live snakes inside of her tiny cunt, while my thumb flicked to and fro on her beady clit, my mouth busy nibbling and laving her rosy butt-globes. I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle in her tight anus, then felt it grab and tighten. She softened in a moment and her butt pushed back farther to me, telling me that she wanted more action there.
I knew I was with a truly cooperative group, for within sixty seconds of playing with Linda's ass, I felt Betty slide a hand off my balls up to the crack of my ass, and then felt a digit ooze slowly up my rectum. She had sensibly lubricated it enough for easy penetration, and as she massaged my prostate, I knew that all in the circle were getting the benefit of what I had started.
My finger was so firmly grabbed by Linda's asshole that I truly marveled that I had been able two days ago to get my enormous weapon up in there. Everything about a woman -- ass, cunt, mouth -- will stretch immensely to accommodate whatever size penetrant is introduced therein, and nature puts muscles in a ring structure everywhere to reduce the openings to a normal shape and size and function as soon as the variant invader has retired. That's the beauty of it: careful use is never abuse!
As I rotated my fingers so as to face each other inside Linda's two canals, I was definitely aware of Betty's hot mouth and wet tongue working on my hard cock, and her finger stimulating my prostate, and I had the rare sensation of the whole universe being filled with sex. Surrounded by, drenched in, overwhelmed by sex. It was marvelous.
I wasn't sure whether the eroticism that Betty was showering on me spurred me to greater efforts, or whether my devouring and manipulating of Linda was inspirational for a saturation campaign the other way. Whichever was cause and effect, the sum total was sheer erotic delight!
Knowing I couldn't hold off my come very much longer, as I could feel the deep-rooted throb and pulse of my liquid manhood piling up in my loins, I was aware that momentarily I'd be drenching little Betty's throat with my sperm. I could feel Linda writhing and twitching faster and faster now, and knew that she, too, was building up to a big one. I was hoping that possibly the entire chain could blast off at the same time. As my load started to creep up from my balls to my cock, I increased my pace and put my tongue on the sweet clitoris of Linda, keeping all my fingers in motion at the same time. I felt her legs stiffen as the joy increased for her till I knew it was nearly unbearable. I sensed the first symptoms of her going over the brink of orgasm, and felt the gushing of her pussy fluids filling my mouth and nose with exciting satisfaction. I felt the torrent of liquid passion leaping for release in my cock, and felt the huge glans banging the throat of .little Betty as she gagged and tried to contain all of my meat in her avid mouth. My hips had been thrusting energetically, and she was nearly strangled by the length and size of my rod as I jammed forward to the hilt in her face.
As our mutual tempos mounted, we came. God, how we came! Wave after wave of my seed crashed and broke on the hot pink shores of Betty's hungry mouth and vacuuming cheeks, and I felt her rock and shudder with the jolt of it as it emptied into her gulping throat. I was wrung dry by her flashing tongue, and no snapping pussy was ever tighter than the mouth of this teenage cocksucker that lay and worked between my humping thighs.
Linda's whimpers and moans rose as she sucked and gobbled furiously on Harold's cock, seeking more and more meat, greater and larger ecstatic thrills, thrusting her big smooth ass back onto my fingers to get every bit of penetration into her cunt and asshole in order to savor the moment that would trigger the orgasm. Her asshole grasped and clamped down hard and tight on my fingers, so I kept manipulating them within the orifice, feeling them meet and rub and grind against the pair that remained imprisoned within her tender snug cunt. The rhythm of her hips continued as her insides were bathed in the erotic warmth of a wild come.
Betty continued to suck my still-rigid cock, and I heard her retch as my shaft was jammed into her teenage mouth, but I couldn't help it -- I'm seldom rude or crude, but I had to be engulfed and soaked in sex this moment, or I'd have died. I kept my muzzle buried on Linda's clit, and her squirming at the pain-pleasure spurred me on to further unloading of my life's energy, and I felt another stream pour forth and go jetting down little Betty's throat as she gulped and gasped fiercely to contain it.
Betty had come, too, for I sensed the tightening of her arms, and knew from the way she ferociously chewed and gnawed and tongued my cock that she was relaying all her thrills onto my huge lance. As I lay there, the remnants of spasmodic twitching now delivering a trickle of come into Betty's mouth, Linda squirmed away from my grasp.
I looked down to where Betty was facially impaled on my cock, sucking and searching for still more. Rivulets of creamy sperm ran down her chin and cheeks, was smeared in her eyebrows and matted her blond hair. She was a slick, unholy mess, but her radiant eyes sparkled as she smiled up at me around the cock she clung to like a leech. I finally pulled it from her -- it felt as if she had lockjaw -- with a plop and she lay there with a silly grin, her fingers scraping the come from her face and her tongue licking it off.
"Shit!" Harold exploded vehemently. "I had to come up for air. I thought I was going to suffocate, or drown, or die, or fall off that mile-high cloud I was on. Kee-rrrist! I've never had one like that! And such a delicious little box, Lucy. Got to be some way to bottle that so I could take a swig of cunt now and then at home. You are one beautiful child, honey," he told the happy girl.
I looked over at Jim, spreadeagled on the carpet, panting and grinning. He caught my eye and slowly shook his head.
"Goddam, Doc, I gotta hand it to you," the sheriff said. "I've never in my life dreamed of anything this wonderful." He turned to Lucy. "Babydoll, you sure as hell learn fast. That was one helluva blowjob. I'll bet you got your tonsils and back teeth loosened. I swear I've never felt a load come out like that one. Now, if it's all right with you-all, I'll just lie here about fifteen or twenty years. I oughta have my strength back by that time, the way I feel right now."
Lucy was sitting up, running her little hands under and around her huge tits. "That was great. Now I see what you meant, Linda, when you were telling me about Doc's teaching -- you know, where he told you the biggest kicks in sex are when you know you're making it extra good for your partner. It gets even better for yourself, too." She hugged her own body, pushing her tits even farther out. "Hell, I'm still hot. Anybody for one more? Just a quickier?" she pleaded.
"Honey," I told her, "you're gonna be sore as hell tonight and tomorrow if you get fucked again. Believe it or not, you had muscles stretched today you didn't even know existed. But you'll know it before long. You'll ache all over."
"I'd rather ache and enjoy it than die of frustration."
"No one ever died of frustration," I laughed. "And you won't need to worry, because we'll have another session, oh, about Friday afternoon, say. That O.K. with all of you?" I asked.
But Lucy was not to be denied. "Linda's been getting it for a year now," she pouted fetchingly, "and then, soon's I find out how wonderful it is, you want to ration me. I think you're downright mean and cruel," she said petulantly.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Harold spoke up. "Why don't I give her a gentle trip?" He looked down shyly. "Hell, I haven't got enough cock to hurt her, not after she's had Doc in her cunt and Jim in her mouth. But sometimes we little fellows come in handy. But I'd rather come in Lucy than come in handy." We all groaned at his atrocious pun, and I agreed it would be all right.
Harold had Lucy stand up, then he lay beneath her on the carpet and told her to sit gently down on his face. She braced herself with her hands beside his head as she slowly lowered toward his face. His tongue met her slick cunt-lips on the way down, and at the first touch to her tender crack, she recoiled a bit, then continued to bring her hips and her sweet musky pussy closer and closer to his mouth. As his long tongue licked her clit and caressed around her clitoris, his hands reached up and caught her magnificent breast as it dangled over his head. He tweaked the nipple and jiggled its huge firmness as she bounded up and down on his face; then she insisted he put his meat up in her.
It was obvious to all the rest of us that he was certainly ready, for licking and eating her slick dripping cunt had brought his cock to its fullest.
She lay down beside him and he rolled over on her. She spread her legs, placed her hands beneath her hips, and brought her tiny wet slit up toward his reaching cock. His hands then grabbed her butt and she in turn placed a clutching hand around his small cock and rubbed it a few times along her juicy crack. It came away glistening with cunt juices, and then she steered the head of it into her tender raw cunt. His eyes widened at the tightness that gripped his tool -- probably the first time he'd been able to touch both sides of a pussy at the same time -- and he pushed gingerly halfway in.
"Oooooopps!!" she exclaimed with a gasping intake of her breath. "Damn, I forgot how raw it still is up in there. But no no NO!'" she insisted, as he started to back out, "just keep it there a second to let me get used to it again. If it hurts a little, that's O.K., because it sure as hell feels good, really it does, Harold. It's just that I'll have to take it easy here at first, I guess."
"Well, I won't hold off, baby," he told her. "I'm not so sure I could anyway, even if I tried. My god, you are tight. And it's wonderful, angel. I haven't touched sides or bottom in the wife for twenty years. But we won't go too long this time. I don't want to make you any sorer than necessary." Harold resumed his halfstrokes, then, as Lucy kept pushing her narrow twat up toward him on each of his jabs, he put increasingly more and more into her until his whole cock was stuffed into her, and each other's pubic hair was entwined on each lunge. Her young face was contorted with pain and happiness, and her delighted moans and radiant smile told us all that she was really enjoying the second fuck of her life.
Between Betty's tender help and my memory of Lucy's hot tightness of her virgin snatch, my cock was again rising to the occasion, so I shifted around till I was behind Betty and we lay on the carpet watching Harold and Lucy. She reached back, buttered my shaft at her cunt lips, and I nudged forward and slipped it up her cunt from the rear. She sucked her belly and diaphragm muscles inward, and pushed heavily on her abdomen with her hands. I could feel the pressure of her hand on my cock, and she could feel my tool intruding inward with each jab. The velvety walls of her gripping pussy were stimulating my cock with each stroke, and the rubbing of her hand gave me the sensation of being both fucked and jacked off with each forward lunge. My hands crept to her chest and I firmly grabbed her mashed breasts as she lay there face down and I banged my pelvis against her hard, bouncy asscheeks.
In two minutes I let go, and my river of sperm shot up into her wet hot cunt. She lay there, a smile on her face as she felt my load come pulsing up into the top part of her twat and splash hotly against her cervix. I collapsed atop her tiny white body, and we lay there watching Lucy and Harold as her cunt contracted and flexed to snap and draw my come from my rod.
"Ooooooh, that was good, Doc. A quiet quickie. I wanted to fuck, but I was too exhausted from the last one to start in. But you sure know what a girl wants, and when she wants it, huh? I wish the boys around this hick town knew a tenth as much as you men," Betty said softly.
I saw Linda using both hands to jerk off Jim as he petted her tits and pussy. Then she suddenly bent her head, still holding his rod with both hands, and tried to capture the stream of come that shot forth from him. Y could see the veins throbbing and pulsing as her tiny mouth worked over its flaring head, and her little hands jerked rapidly and smoothly up and down his huge shaft to encourage more of the hot wet load that pounded into her sucking, gulping mouth as fast as she could swallow it.
I turned back to see Harold finish up with Lucy, and her happiest day ever was completed with his cock lying in her to the hilt as she whimpered and moaned and writhed during their simultaneous come.
Glancing at the wall clock, I mentioned that it was about time for the party to break up, and we all agreed reluctantly. I had the girls get dressed and leave first, while the men and I had a highball to celebrate, kill a few minutes and compare notes.
"Well, Sheriff, how do you like our setup? Although I don't really need to ask. I figure," I said, "that each of us violated about sixty-two felony statutes today. Is that pretty close?" I grinned.
"Mmmm, hmmm -- maybe closer to a hundred and ten," he agreed. "And every single damn crime was beautiful, fantastic, delicious, and should definitely be done again." He laughed and swirled his drink. "You know, Doc, you just might be the best damned thing that ever happened to Somerset."
"There could be some mothers and fathers who might disagree with you," I smiled.
"Hell," he said, "there's people who'd argue with you if you tried to give 'em a million bucks, too. But anyone who says this is all bad is crazy. 'Course, we ain't gonna advertise it, we all know that, but I know a couple of other jokers -- Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, who runs the supermarket -- hell, they dig young cunt. I know. I won't tell you how I know, but I do. And they'd keep their mouths shut, Doc, I can guarantee ya, if you'd care to cut them in on a good thing," Jim went on.
"We'll see," I told him. "Meanwhile, what's with this stepdaughter of yours, Jim?"
"Aw, shit, she's rebellin' against her ma, and comes to me with all her problems, and like the twins said, sure she's interested in sex, but not gettin' any, and aw, hell, I don't know. Do you think we'd ought to deal her in? I'd sure as hell like to have some of it. She's got a body and a half. But if my wife ever found out -- sheee-it! She'd kill me, and you, too," Jim added.
"Well, frankly, if anyone, anytime, anywhere, ever finds out about this, we're all dead," I reminded him. "So if you want things to develop, we might be able to help a bit. I'll kick it around in the near future."
"Incidentally," I continued, "I still have eight girls and five boys that were in the sex club yet to interview. The parents have already set up appointments. So don't worry about a fresh supply of young cunt for the immediate future, gentlemen." I lifted my drink. "Here's to the land we love, and vice versa. To delicious young pussy -- may we never run out." We all drank solemnly to that serious and. sincere toast, and then Jim and Harold left.
I locked up the office and headed out for a quick dinner and a much needed long night's sleep. I had another busy day coming up tomorrow.
CHAPTER FIVE
A few days before, I had contacted the real estate agent that had my budding and had rented the adjoining suite of offices, making a total of seven rooms that I now occupied, all connected through both connecting doors and the hallway. I had furnished them with studio couches so they made into beds, and was all set to expand the operation that was going so smoothly.
I had set a sliding scale of prices for my counseling sessions: horny old men paid fifty bucks an hour, oversexed women paid forty an hour for young boys, and the parents of the kids, who furnished entertainment, paid me twenty-five dollars a trip. Things were turning up roses. And greenbacks, my favorite flowers.
Glancing at my schedule book, I saw that Sally and Alice were booked for nine with young Tony and Bill for partners, and at ten I had a new woman, Shirley Wilkerson, down for a preliminary interview. At eleven the sheriff was bringing one of his friends, a very discreet one, he reassured me, and I had penciled in Betty and Linda for them. I felt that little Lucy should have another couple days of rest after such a wild trip on her cherry-popping orgy.
The afternoon was really swamped -- four young boys, sent by their folks for evaluation and possible counseling, a call from Bob Cook, the druggist, "to sort of talk some things over, Doc," he'd said, and appointments for two women -- both of them married, incidentally. Harold Wilson's wife, and Mrs. James Fieser, the sheriff's spouse. I was wondering, with a small foreboding, what the hell they'd want, when my lobby bell rang.
I greeted Alice and Sally, and they introduced me to two other women that had accompanied them, Pauline and Matilda Sorenson. Pauline was the typing teacher at the high school, and Matilda was her old-maid sister. Alice roomed at the apartment house they owned and ran, and they had confided in her to the extent that Alice had brought them along in hopes that I could fix them up, too. I sent them all back into an office and said I'd see what I could do.
Tony and Bill came in shortly, hot with anticipation. They had in tow a flat-chested girl in Levis.
"The folks went away for the weekend, Doc, and Cissy has to stay where I can watch her. I couldn't get rid of her, honest. She follows me everywhere. I told her she'd have to sit in the lobby and read magazines while we had counseling, but that didn't faze her. So give her something to read, Doc, and we can begin." He was grinning at the thought of the. delights he'd have while his baby sister was bored to death. I sent Bill down the hall to where the four women were, and then talked to Tony in. the hall where no one could_ hear us.
"You two have hit the jackpot today, Tony. There are four women waiting in there right now. Can you think of another boy who likes a grown woman? Someone you can trust? There's an acre of tits in there that needs taking care of, and just the two of you, you and Bill, would die -- happily, I have no doubt-trying to satisfy all four of them."
"Sure, Doc. Hell, I can get a couple guys in five minutes. Guys we can trust -- they were in the club," he said.
"Swell. Go out the back door, across the parking lot, and come back in the same way. That way, you kid sister'll never know," I told him. He was off at a gallop.
I returned to my desk in the lobby and smiled at Cissy. "What would you like to read?" I asked the kid.
"I doubt very much if you have anything to appeal to me," the little girl replied. "I've always been quite precocious and I just read specialized things, something that I can learn from. None of those trashy women's magazines or that silly junk."
"How old are you, Cissy?" I figured ten, maybe eleven, judging from her as-yet-undeveloped body.
"Nineteen. Or I will be, in a few months. And I'm in the same grade Tony is -- I skipped a couple of grades." She hesitated, then looked me right in the eye. "I know what they're all doing in there, Doc."
I stared at her. "What do you mean, Cissy?"
"They're fucking. Tony and Bill and two women that are old enough to be their mothers." She giggled. "Surprised I knew, Doc? You shouldn't be. I know more about sex and loving than both of those dumb boys put together. Even if I am a virgin," she stated defiantly.
"Wow! Well, young lady, without conceding your guess of what's going on in there, may I ask where you got all of those ideas?" I asked her.
She tossed her long blond hair back from her face. "Easy, Doc. I eavesdrop. I've got every room at home bugged -- wired for sound. Electronics is one of my hobbies. And Tony and Bill were bragging to each other about their last session. So I forced them to let me tag along today. They don't know I know. But I thought it's about time for my indoctrination, too. I've read all the plain-wrapper books, I've got about thirty of 'em, but I've never been with a man. Boys bore me, they're so stupid and self-centered. So here I am. Now, what do you intend to do with me?"
Damned good question, I thought to thyself. I took a deep breath. Hell of a note. "What would you like me to do, you cute little blackmailer?" I rejoined.
"Well, like I said, I'm a virgin, so I thought that I'd like to try frenching you the first time." She giggled again. "Betty told Tony that you had a cock as big as a horse, and I sure don't want to get split in half, but maybe I can learn to suck. O.K., Doc? And I might have a surprise for you, although I'll bet you're a hard man to surprise," she said astutely, with a cute smile.
"You are a precocious little devil, Cissy. And I agree -- you're far too small yet for intercourse. How big are you -- about five feet?" I asked.
"Four feet ten, and I weigh eighty-four pounds," she said. "But let's get started -- I want to see if it's half as great as all the books say it is."
I led her down the hall to my own private office and locked the door behind us. She was starting to disrobe as I turned around, and her tiny body looked so delicate and crushable that I began getting aroused as I slid out of my clothing. There was just the trace of breasts beginning to bud, and there was no trace of fuzz or hair on her pink cunt slit. Her flat tummy in front was set off by twin buns behind that sloped firmly into a cute rounded ass that someday should be a truly voluptuous set of buttocks. Right now, they were small and hard.
Cissy stared, fascinated, at my half-erect cock as it swung heavily against my thighs and balls as I went to her and led her to the couch. Her tiny hand groped its way across my lap and seized my tool. Even before it reached its full volume, her little fingers could not begin to contain its trunklike diameter. She leaned against me, pushing her skinny little chest up on mine, and reached around my head and pulled my mouth down.
And what a kiss! I swear, the child had been reading all the right books. Her little pink lips relaxed, went soft, then parted, her head shifted a bit, and even as I felt the slight scrape of her teeth on my lips, her tiny hot tongue darted inside my mouth and flicked rapidly in, out, in, out, side to side, then tangled itself with my own tongue and we lay there, my passion rousing to the tune of her whimpering moans and writhing, pressing, demanding body that she wriggled so magnificently. By the time we came up for air from the first kiss, my cock was rampant, throbbing with blood and lust.
"See, Doc?" She lay back and smiled up at me as she spoke. "You can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"
She bent her head forward, and I lay back so that my tool stood up in all its tumescent glory. She grabbed the shaft of it avidly, with both hands, and it looked as if a normal-size person were strangling someone's throat. She tugged it up and down a few times, feeling its hardness and reveling in its pulsing, then lowered her head further.
I closed my eyes and lay back to just enjoy it. I knew that I was in good hands, even if she were a virgin and a beginner. I felt her hot little tongue delicately touch the underside of my glans; then her head swung from side to side as she played lingually up and down the full length of my penis. When she got back to the tip end, she licked her soft lips and stretched wide to place the head inside her mouth. She was so small that even her mouth at fullest width felt like a baby's cunt, and the immersion in warm, clinging wetness nearly blew my mind. I tried to relax a bit. Her hot tongue continued to lave my cockhead for a few moments as she strove to adjust her mouth to its size, and I felt her facial movements as she tried gamely to acclimate the entry of my huge bundle of muscle into her young jaws.
The passion mounted in my crotch as she worked assiduously on my rock-hard cock, and the stream of lust juices kept rising closer and closer to ejection. As I gazed down on her childlike body, slim and boyish in its youth and underdevelopment, I felt the big come bubbling in my loins. I placed my hands firmly upon the back of her bobbing head as it came closer.
My load of sperm shot forth just as she was on the backstroke and her mouth was at the tip end of my, cock. The blast of its pent-up momentum pushed her from contact, and the second wave splashed across her tiny face. With a small cry, she returned to the purple glans, her lips fastening themselves to the flaring rim of the head in time to receive the next jet. I felt it jolting her little head as it poured steadily into her gaping mouth and gulping little throat. She swallowed, gagged, swallowed again, and twin rivers of overflow began coursing out each side of her mouth. Her tongue kept up its warm lapping motion until I lay back, spent.
I reached forward and playfully smeared my peter tracks all over her face from where it was running down her lips and chin. Her tongue darted vigorously out and up and around to capture every slick drop of creamy jism that she could reach.
"How was that?" she asked, smiling. "I know that was just my first time, but it wasn't too bad, was it?"
"Not bad? Hell, honey, that was just great," I told her, and she beamed proudly. "You'll make a great cocksucker with very little teaching."
"Swell. And now, as soon as we can get your cock hard again, I want to try something that I've dreamed of for a long time. A couple of years ago I found out that whenever I wiped my butt, I sorta tickled myself. Then came a finger, then two -- well, to be frank, Doc, I get a charge out of anal sex. That is, what I've had of it, just self-induced. Now, I'd like to try the real thing. Are you game?"
"Jesus, Cissy, I don't know. You're awfully tiny, and my cock is pretty large. We can go real carefully, and maybe we'll make it. If it hurts, we'll stop."
"You might be surprised, Doc. I've gradually increased the size of my ass by using pickles and carrots, then cucumbers, and about six months ago I sent away for a dildo set, and it was a lulu! It had three dildos, five, seven and nine inches. I found that after I'd work on the small one for a few minutes, I could take the next size larger, and now I can take the big one, and it just feels so wonderful, I think I'd like to try a live cock."
"We'll go slow and see, Cissy," I promised her.
"Just give me a chance," said the little girl, "to get my hole loosened up, and I'll bet we can make it together."
She assumed a kneeling position on the floor, got her forefinger wet with spit, and proceeded to jab it rapidly a few times into her asshole. Then two fingers, and a smile crept across her face as she felt her sphincter begin to relax and accommodate the onslaught. She looked up at me and smiled seductively.
"Time to help me, Doc," she said. "Get behind and put two fingers in. You take up where I left off. You can get 'em in farther. Go ahead. I'm getting hot, so let's not waste time. O.K.?"
I knelt behind her and she thrust her tiny butt back to me. I marveled at the clean, smooth ass that projected in my face, and mentally compared the child's ass size -- her whole torso was no larger than my thigh, and I wondered if indeed she would be able to take all the cock that swung so ponderously between my legs, half hard now that I saw what I'd soon be ravishing.
Her puckered pink asshole flared and contracted as she impishly and rhythmically flexed it in anticipation of my entrance. I lubricated my first two fingers, clasped my left arm around her incredibly tiny waist, and slid the pair of digits gently up her anus. At the first touch, I could feel the clamp of her ring, then her softening as she pushed the muscles outward, and they slipped into their full length.
I could feel the hot inner lining of her ass as I fluttered and rotated my fingers within it. She was giggling and writhing under my tender ministrations. The more I agitated her, the less resistance I met at the tiny entrance, and I knew that soon we would be ready for the giant assault that I intended, and that she so eagerly sought.
"Oh, yes, Doc, that's good! Oh God, that feels wonderful! Keep it up. Oooooohh, that's better than any dildo, it's alive, it feels like a couple of snakes crawling around up in there -- oooooohhh! Put it in now, Doc. I've got to have it," the young child pleaded.
I withdrew my fingers, noting happily how her hungry asshole clung to them as they left their confining imprisonment, and had her kneel on the floor before the sofa, her upper body on the seat, her head placed on her crossed arms. In this position, her little narrow hips were directly before me, and she could not evade or slide away to escape my onslaught.
By now my cock was in full erection, ready at the thought of violating this youngster's virginal anus and eager for the snug grip of her rectum. I liberally spread saliva on the huge one-eyed head that stood up and nudged it firmly against the miniscule opening that presented itself for ravaging. As I pushed, I cautioned her to relax and push back to meet me. I could feel her cooperate as she strove to provide the necessary teamwork, but my cockhead was unable to enter even the slightest bit. My shaft bent with the enormous pressure of my shoving it, and I began to think that possibly not even her previously stretched asshole could allow its entrance. In fact, as I looked down at the impossibly skinny body of this little child, I was afraid that I'd split her wide open if I continued to try.
"Go ahead, Doc," she encouraged me. "I've just got to have it. Please. I know it's big, but we can make it," she begged.
I slicked it up again, then put my thumbs close to her puckered little hole and spread them hard as I shoved the enormous stalk of meat viciously forward.
Suddenly it went in with a rush and a scream was rent from the girl. "AAAAAARRRRGGH!!! Oh god Doc wait oh god wait a minute oh Jesus ooooohh! Whew! Damn! That is monstrous! I didn't... oh boy that is too much. Just let me rest a second, Doc. There, it's better. Just getting it in hurt. It feels good up in there, though. Give me a minute to get my breath back. I know, now that it's in, it'll be O.K."
From my view above and behind her, the massive shaft of my cock, truncated at the entrance to her stretched tiny entrance, looked half as wide as her ass, and I was awed that she could actually tolerate its invasion. I could feel the almost-torn sphincters clutching at my meat, and the tight hot gripping of her muscles agitated my cock into pulsing, throbbing action.
My hands gripped her small flanks, and I slid another two inches into her snug crevice, then withdrew, watching admiringly as the inflamed skin of her asshole was drawn outward with my pole, due to the grasping, clinging friction of her tightness. I slammed forward, pushing it in to the hilt. The pounding that I was giving the child jammed her breathlessly against the couch. I could hear her panting and grunting under my attack, but intermingled was her soft little voice, moaning approval and joy.
"Oh yes that's it! Oh yes all of it ram it in me give me all of it oh god yes yes fill me up give me that cock stuff it up in me pour it to me all of it over and over and more and more yes yes yes YES YES!!!"
Her tiny body was rocking and bucking, matching me stroke for stroke as I crammed every ounce of huge cock into her virgin asshole.
I was becoming more and more lustful and inflamed, and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer, so I slowed the action down, and finally stopped with "my rod stuffed in her to the limit, my hairs scraping against her tender pink ass crack.
"Hey, Doc, I want to watch," she said over her shoulder. "Have you got a mirror, or can we do it some way so that I can see it going in and out of me? I use a mirror at home."
"I've got abetter idea," I told the girl.
I gently turned her over, keeping my cock jammed up her anus as we slowly shifted around to where we were facing each other, her legs pushed back above her chest. Now we were in the usual position for regular fucking, except my cock was in her asshole instead of her cunt. She could look down the front of her body and watch the action.
I leaned back a bit, and she grasped her legs firmly and kept them held back as I gripped her by the small of her back to control the insertion and withdrawal of my shaft.
I slowly pulled the meat from her tight anus, inch after inch of it. Her eyes widened at the sight of my immense pole coming back into view, along with the slick gripping touch that she felt in her ass. When I got to the point where only the head was entombed inside her rectum, I paused, slowly advanced, and watched the invasion of my gigantic cock up into her slim body. I could sense the feelings that permeated her entire torso, just by watching her young face. Her precious tiny frame vibrated with the tremors of ecstasy that filled her.
After many long, slow strokes to let her get totally absorbed in the thrill of watching herself get stuffed with my meat, I speeded up the levering, and I could see little ripples in her abdominal walls as they swelled and receded to accept the monstrous invasion within her belly. A faraway look was coming to her eyes, and her panting increased, along with the litany that issued from her drooling pink lips. We both knew that a big come was imminent, and the fiery urge in my loins could be denied no longer.
"Brace yourself, love," I whispered, and jammed my cock ferociously up her anus as a river of come was ejected into her. I knew that she could feel the hot drenching torrent scalding her inner gut, for she bucked up against my crotch to get more and more of it up inside her, and her head fell back as she whimpered and cried with the sheer joy of her erotic thrills. As she lay panting, her head lolling to one side, her slim body trembled with the delights that filled her, and I slowly drew my cock out and held it close to her baby face.
"C'mon, finish it up," I commanded. "Lick it all off, get all that shit and come off it. Clean it up, angel, and swallow it."
She leaned forward, tired but eager to do my bidding, and worked rapidly and softly first on the knob, then the shaft, her tongue darting and flicking to get every last drop from its surface.
"Boy, did I hit the jackpot!" she grinned as she snuggled up close and fondled and squeezed my limp tool. "I'd figured I had read enough for a young girl -- I'd ought to try the real thing. But I never dreamed it would be that good! God, I've never had an orgasm that wild! I love it up the ass! And you're perfect, Doc. And when I could see it, as well as feel it, it just felt like the entire world was made of big, pounding cock, and it was all mine!" She sighed happily and we cuddled together a moment to rest and recuperate. "I decided a while back," she went on, "never to fuck the regular way. All you get is diseases, pregnant, and a lot of static from your parents if they ever find you lost your cherry. So when I discovered how much satisfaction the anal zone gives, that solved all my problems and desires. Except a girl gets tired of asshole masturbation. Was it good for you?" she asked solicitously.
I told her sincerely it sure was, because she had undoubtedly the smallest anus I'd ever had the good fortune to fuck, and her eagerness and enthusiasm and willingness couldn't be equalled anywhere.
"Good," she smiled, "because now you've got to give it to me up the back door at least once a week. I've found that my hot spells go in cycles, about every five to seven days, and my periods don't interfere, because I can just take my Kotex off and have it in the rear all I want. So you just schedule me for whenever I say, Doc, and I'll never tell a soul." She grinned up at me wickedly. "Never thought you'd see a sexy blackmailer this young, did you?"
"Nope," I admitted. "But you aren't black-mailing me, love, you're just satisfying me. I'll look forward to seeing you each week, tiny doll, because I've never had a girl as small as you and as eager to take it up the rear. I really dig your ass, and we'll have lots of delicious scenes from now on," I promised.
I helped her dress and she returned to the lobby and sat demurely reading as she awaited Tony's completion of his counseling session. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly ten o'clock, time for Shirley Wilkerson, the new patient.
She entered shortly thereafter, and I appraised her very happily. About forty, tall and well dressed. Through her fine dress, I could see that she had a good bust, a trim, slim waist, and soft sensuous hips that flared out gently but arousingly from her beltline.
I introduced myself and we went down the hall to my private office. She sat down, lit a cigarette, and got right to the point.
"Doc, I need a psychiatrist. And I've heard that you're tops in your field." She smiled disarmingly. "And we both know exactly what field I'm talking about, don't we? You dig young chicks -- I dig young boys. So let's get rid of all the spade work real fast. Can you line me up with a boy or two -- about eighteen or nineteen years old? I love to take 'em and train 'em. Maybe it's a mother complex -- I can't have any kids of my own, maybe that's my hangup. We always want what we can't have, right? Anyway, I have always been extra partial to smaller cocks, and I need one the worst way right now, so can you fix me up?" she asked.
She was coming on strong, but in my position one has to be wary of entrapment, so I asked her if she had any personal local references. She said Sally Walker was her cousin and best confidante, so I agreed to fix her up. I sent her to my examining room and told her to wait a bit. Tony and Bill were just leaving, having conscientiously kept an eye on the clock, and knowing that their hour was up at ten.
"Just a minute, Tony," I said. "Do you know of another boy you can get hold of right away? I've got another woman -- and she's a lot of woman -- who needs the same treatment." I grinned down at him. "Or are you ready for another session?"
"Oh, no, Doc," he shook his head ruefully. "Much as I'd love to help, all three of us guys took turns with all the women, and I couldn't get another hardon to save my soul from hell right now. We really had some fun this trip! What a workout! No complaining, though, it was really perfect. But I think I can find Paul Nelson. He's a pretty hip kid. I'll be back in five minutes."
He disappeared through the back alley door and showed up directly with a slim young boy and introduced us. Then he and Bill left through the lobby, taking Cissy home with them. I took Paul down the hall and introduced him to Shirley and left the room. I decided, since this was the first time in the office for each of them, to watch from my own private office and check the action.
Before the lad knew for sure what was going on, Shirley had disrobed and was helping Paul remove his clothing. When he was naked, she led him by the hand to the studio couch, lay back on it, and pulled him on top of her. I could see her hands stroking his back and sides, and could hear her soft voice.
"Oh, you're such a handsome young boy, Paul. There, does that feel good? And that? Just lay here on my boobies, Paul, and relax. That's right, just snuggle up close together and let mommy love you, darling. Here, kiss the nipple. Chew it up, rub it, do whatever you want with it, baby, it's all yours. And so's the other one, lover, don't neglect it. Oooooohhh, that's good and warm and wonderful, honey. Can you get both nipples in your mouth at once? See, if we push them together like this, yes, yes, ooooooh, that's wonderful. I can feel myself melting, Paul, down inside. Oh, what you do to me, you splendid boy."
I could see that one of her hands had wandered down to his crotch and she had seized his prick between two fingers. I watched as she softly and gently stroked it, getting faster and firmer as it rapidly responded to her feminine touch. She grasped it fully in her hand as it reached erection, and she began to flog it faster and harder.
"Now, honey," she said as she disengaged his mouth from her tits, "you lie back and let mommy take good care of you. You look good enough to eat, and that's exactly what I'm going to do right now, Paul." She slid down across his thighs and I saw her get Paul's stiff little cock into her mouth. I could see her lips and jaws moving vigorously as she sucked, tongued, and chewed his rod. For a second he lay still, then a smile appeared and I saw his body tense as the warm thrill of her oral actions brought tremors to his slim young body. She was obviously an expert and loved what she was doing, and with his innocent inexperience, it was surely the best he'd ever had. Probably his first blowjob, but to be definitely one of his best.
His hands wandered down and cupped her big squashy tits and fingered the erect nipples that crowned them. She doubled her efforts, and heard his soft cries as he emptied his load into her willing, hungry mouth. His body leaped and bucked and his torso twisted and writhed as the orgasmic tickle of his ecstasy was drained from him by her vacuuming cheeks.
"There," she said, smiling as she gulped the last drop of his come and sat up beside him, "that'll take some of the pressure off, so we can go longer from now on and have some sort of self-control. You like that, love? I just adore eating tender young cocks, and yours was absolutely delicious. I'm going to have to have lots more of that real soon. But now, while your dick is recuperating, honey, I want you to return the favor for me. Have you ever eaten pussy, Paul?"
"Just twice," he admitted. "When it's clean, it's great. It arouses the hell out of me, I know that."
"Wonderful. Because as soon as you get aroused again, I have a surprise for you, darling," Shirley told him.
She went to the foot of the divan and Paul knelt before her. As she. pulled her thighs up and backward to her chest, mashing her bounteous breasts together, her cunt rose to meet his smiling mouth. He began to lick and tongue her slippery twat. I could see his tongue penetrating her hot opening, and her happy sigh told me that the young boy was doing pretty well in satisfying her. After a minute he withdrew his oral weapon and concentrated on the wet clitoris that glistened at the top of her slit. Her movements and whimpers informed me that she would soon be coming, and I saw her leg muscles tighten, then her whole body stiffened.
"Oh,. that was a good one, for a quickie, but look out now, angel, because they'll be coming a lot faster and bigger from now on. Once I come, it triggers off a chain reaction in me till I'm satisfied. And it's been so long since I had a boy! God, I needed you, and needed that! You're in for the wildest session you've ever had, I'll guarantee you that! You'll get the benefit of all the fantasies I've ever had, baby, I promise you. Now, turn around and get on top of me, but head the other way, so I can eat that delicious cock of yours again. You stay on top, working on my cunt, and we'll. sixty-nine our way to heaven. There, that's right, yes, right there."
Paul had turned around so that his cock was right over her face. His arms were under her knees, keeping her legs on her chest and bringing her hot cunt directly into his tongue's line of fire. He bent his head to the delightful task that faced him, and they began nibbling each other. Then I saw her hand creep from his buttocks to the crack of his ass, and one finger pressed lightly on his asshole. He stiffened. She turned her head away from his cock for a moment.
"Relax... I won't hurt you. And remember, anything I do, you return the favor. O.K.?" She resumed sucking his dick after moistening her finger with spit. She then slid it slowly up into his anus, one knuckle's worth at a time, till it was clear in. I knew that she was massaging his prostate and was building a new sensation in his gut and balls as she stimulated his penis, his rectum, his entire body, with her lustful, gentle ministrations.
Paul, too, slowly inserted his finger into her pink rosebud of a hole, and was pushing it gently as he nibbled and kissed and sucked on her juicy clitoris.
Suddenly she pushed him away and said, "Baby, you have to fuck me now, because I can feel that you're about to come again, and we don't want to waste another load of that precious come, do we?"
"Well, I... I don't... well, do I have enough there to fill you up, I mean, to satisfy you, Shirley?" He was hesitant and a little embarrassed.
"Oh, hell, is that all that's bothering you, love? Here, come on. Let's do it this way then," she said, and placed herself on all fours, with her lovely big round ass pointed toward him. "Come on, baby, we can do it dog fashion, and you'll find you have plenty of cock to satisfy me."
He positioned himself behind her and lay gently across her back. Reaching back under, she grabbed his cock in her hand and rubbed the head of it a few times in the juices that fringed the edge of her cunt lips. "When I say push, you shove it in me, Paul. I'll guide it. All set? PUSH!"
I could see her lift her hand up and drop her hips simultaneously, so that his cock was centered on her puckered brown asshole. She thrust her lush soft ass backwards against his belly, and his eager young cock was trapped in her tight rectum.
For a moment he had no idea where he was, and began to pump in rapid, short strokes. She took one of his hands and led it around her belly to the mouth of her cunt and began rubbing the crevice. Her arms reached back around his thighs and held him closely to her, and they pumped happily away for a few minutes.
"Tight enough, lover?" she asked, smiling.
"Hey! This is great! God, you sure are snug for a grown-up woman," he enthused. Then he must have looked down, and seen that his cock was buried in her asshole. A bewildered look came over his face, he stopped moving, and said, "But wait a minute, I'm in the wrong hole, Shirley!"
"Bullshit!" she exclaimed. "You just keep it right there, and keep working your hand on my cunt, and you'll give me a really big thrill, lover. C'mon, keep humping. You want to please me, don't you?" She laughed. "There's no such thing as a wrong hole, darling -- whatever tickles both of us is good."
Paul began rhythmically stroking in and out of her tight hole again, and I knew that it was getting to him -- it was probably the tightest hole he'd ever been in, considering the size of his prick. In no time he let loose his load, and I knew by the silly grin on her face that she had felt the hot stream of his young sperm coursing upwards into her guts. I saw her thigh muscles spasmodically twitching as she clamped and relaxed her ring, milking him of every last ounce of come.
He rolled off her and lay on his back, exhausted and delighted. "Boy, that was great, Shirley. But I always thought that only homos, you know, queers, did it that way."
"Silly child. Of course not, Paul. Every woman has erotic zones all over, and the anus especially is the next best to her clit, and it's much tighter, so that way we both get satisfied. Any complaints?" she kidded him.
"Lord, no," he smiled. "But I never knew any girls that did it that way before."
"That was your trouble, honey," she said. "All that the little girls know is to put it in their cunts. No variety, no technique, no talent. That's why you need your big mama to teach you all these fun things. Now you just lie down and rest and put your handsome head on my breasts and let me cuddle you. You're my boy, my lover, my man. I'm going to take real good care of you every way you've ever dared to dream of. There, just nurse these big bouncy tits of mine. They're all yours."
I closed the secret sliding window through which I had been observing Paul and Shirley, and returned to my office. It looked as if I'd recruited another satisfied pair.
I fiddled with some necessary paperwork for a little while, then, shortly before eleven o'clock, Jim Fieser, the sheriff, came in, accompanied by a tall gentleman about fifty years old, well dressed and conservative appearing. I shook hands with Weldon Stone as we were introduced, and directed Jim and Stone down the hall to their assigned room. In a couple of seconds Betty and Linda entered, and I informed them where to go.
"When do I get you again, Doc?" Betty asked. "You're the greatest cocksman I've ever known, and you sorta spoiled me. Although," she added, "we're having a real ball this way, I gotta admit."
"Yeah, me, too," Linda chimed in. "I'd like a repeat ride with all your special variety, first chance kou get."
I promised them both a meeting real soon, and they went on down the hall. In ten seconds, Betty was back, mad, cursing, stomping, irate.
"What the hell is going on, Doc? You just blew the whole shebang! Do you know who's in there with the sheriff? Judge Stone! The same son of a bitch that put me on probation eight months ago for being a juvenile delinquent. Good God!. How in hell did he get hep to our group? Doc, we're all dead now!" She was hysterical. "He has sent up a dozen kids or more the last couple of years."
"Whoa,, little one, relax. Let me check this out," I said, and with trepidation, I went down the hall as Betty almost collapsed, sobbing, into my desk chair.
I burst into the room. The sheriff and the judge were both naked, and Weldon Stone was fondling the enormous tits that Linda wore so proudly. His cock was being petted and stroked by the girl, and I could detect a half-fearful look on her childish face.
"Jim is he a judge? And what exactly is the score?" I demanded.
"Oh, hell, Doc, relax," Jim shrugged. "Stone likes his tender young cunt as well as the next guy, and we've hit a couple of peace officers' conventions together. He's O.K., I promise you."
"But Betty says he put her on probation, and that he's sent up a lot of kids," I persisted.
"May I interrupt?" Judge Stone spoke up. "And thank you, my dear, just wait a moment and then we'll resume," he told Linda as he disengaged himself from her tender caresses.
"First," he said to me, "let me assure you the only children I've ever sent to reform school were the ones convicted of their second felony -- and then only for theft or violence. On any moral counts -- never! Because while I could never before dare to avail myself of any of the beautiful pussy and young tail that's rampant in this horny town, neither was I about to waste and ruin it by getting it buried in a stupid reform school.
"No, I've had to go over two-hundred miles away for my teenage nooky. Ha, ha, but not anymore," he continued happily. "And now, Doc, if you'll excuse me, I have a tight snatch staring Me in my hungry face that very definitely needs devouring. See me in about an hour if you have any further questions."
With which comment he slid down before Linda's tiny pink crack and began delicately licking, tonguing, and attacking with such enthusiasm that I was positive the dirty old man was totally sincere in his quest for young quail.
Returning to my office, I explained to Betty what had transpired. I assured her that we held the very ultimate in leverage and blackmail over the old boy's head from now on, and anyway, she was with Jim, and if she felt that she got screwed on the juvenile sentencing, here was her best opportunity to screw the judge -- quite literally -- in return. She blew her nose, wiped her tears, and philosophically went down the hall to get what she came for.
By the time the morning circus was over and I had dashed over to the hotel coffee shop for lunch and returned to the office, the place had begun to look like Grand Central Station.
The four young kids who had, had to come to me at their . parent's request and insistence, I assigned to individual rooms, to await my turns at counseling them and exploring their problems. Then Dorothy Wilson, Harold's wife, came in, followed immediately by Agnes Fieser, Jim's wife. They were a little out of the pattern, and I sure as hell didn't have any time to waste with ordinary, run-of-the-mill medical or psychiatric patients. I didn't need the money, and I was not about to waste the time, either.
I escorted Mrs. Wilson to' my office first, assuring Mrs. Fieser that I'd be with her shortly. As I shut the door, Mrs. Wilson started in with a long list of complaints -- physical, mental, psychic, emotional. I interrupted her torrent of gripes.
"... so get to the point, Dottie. I think an awful lot of your problems, from the sound of them, are frustrations, and the rest of your headaches and hassles are the symptoms of sexual deprivation. Pardon my bluntness, but we psychiatrists are trained to get right to the root of the matter. And I believe that is what's the matter," I told her firmly.
"Oh, Harold was right! He said you were a brilliant doctor. And yes, to be honest, that is one of my big problems. Harold hasn't been paying attention to me -- physically, you know what I mean -- for the last few years, and I am frustrated. He used to be so lustful, so manly and virile, so -- this won't go any further, will it, Doctor?"
I reassured her on that count.
"Well," she continued, "he was horny all the time. But just nothing the last few years. And I'm lonely and don't know what to do. And earlier, I guess maybe it wasn't really too wonderful -- he was always too fast and rough, and frankly, he is so big, and in a hurry."
I interrupted to tell her that I could probably fix her up so that she'd be more satisfied than ever before in her life, and then she started in on her dreams and fantasies.
"I never went for the John Wayne types. I've even had a little flirtation going with our paper boy. He seems cute and such a sweet boy, always so clean and polite and quiet and gentle." She was almost simpering now. "I guess I'm just a little girl at heart." God, how coy could a fortyish matron get?
"Yes, fine, Dottie, fine," I agreed. "Well, you just go into the second room down the hall and I'll be with you in a few minutes. If you want to," I added casually, "just disrobe and lie down and relax. The blinds are drawn, and it'll be nice and quiet."
I returned to the office and talked to Agnes Fieser. She said that the sheriff seemed to feel I knew what I was doing, and by the time we had verbally scratched the surface, I saw the need for privacy, so I sent her to a room and said I'd be there in a moment. I'd seen Bob Cook, the druggist, coming up the walk, and I told him to be seated in the lobby while I finished with another patient. I went down the hall to where Mrs. Fieser waited for me.
As I turned to lock the door behind me, I heard Agnes Fieser's voice. "Look at me, Doc. Not half bad, eh?"
She had stripped and was standing, arms akimbo, and I sure as hell had to agree as I surveyed the soft, full tits that covered her chest completely, and the lush rounded hips that met at her prominent heart-shaped pubes. She smelled arousingly delicious.
I realized that she was prating rapidly, and brought my thoughts back as she said, "... and so we haven't had any lovemaking for over eleven years. He's just too damned big for me, and after I had to get ten stitches where he tore me last time, we agreed to skip the sex life. But, Doc," she was almost pleading, begging for help, "I can't go on this way. A woman isn't meant to live alone. I know he's getting some on the side, and since it's my fault, I've never asked any questions, but the damned road has to run both ways, right? All I want is to be loved. But I can't and won't have that tree trunk of his rammed up me all the time."
"I don't know why," she continued. "I have such a big lush body on the outside, and inside I'm tinier than an adolescent girl, but those are the facts. Now, what's the solution, Doc? Jim did say that you were smart and discreet. Can you help me?"
"I think I might have the perfect solution for your little problem, Agnes," I assured her. "Now you'll just have to trust me, and be honest with both yourself and anyone that I call in for assistance. Can you promise to do that?"
"Oh, yes, yes. Anything. I'll be so grateful."
I told her to wait a moment, and hurried to where I had the four boys stashed. After kidding with them a minute to relax them, I selected Dan Gallery and Tom Petrovic, and had them come with me. As we walked down the hall, I asked them point-blank how they'd like to have a couple of real women to make love to -- not silly teenage girls. Their joyous response confirmed my first impression.
I put Tom in with Dottie and Agnes got Dan, and I then returned to the other pair of boys waiting for me. I told them I had to cancel their appointments, that I had just gotten too busy to take care of them today. I rescheduled them for the next day, and they departed.
Back in the lobby, I told Bob Cook I could take care of him now, and we went to my office. He accepted the highball and cigarette I offered, and we leaned back to chat. I asked exactly what his problem seemed to be.
"... so ever since my wife died ten years ago, I've had a pretty good thing going with the high-school girls. You gotta be careful, fucking 'em gets you in trouble, but if your luck holds up, and you're selective, it's great." He smiled. "I've been selling those magazines, you know -- all the goodies. and then sometimes I move a few French ticklers and some small dildoes, and things like that. Hell, a drugstore sells everything but drugs and prescriptions nowadays, Doc. Incidentally, any prescriptions you run through my store, I'll give professional courtesy. You get a twenty percent kick-back. Keep it in mind -- it adds up over the years."
"But anyway, as I was saying, I even used to use a little Spanish fly in some of the sophomores' Cokes at the soda fountain. In six minutes they'd be in the back room with me, asking if I had anything to take care of that awful itch. And I sure as hell did! Then you came to town. And, Doc, frankly, I haven't had any young cunt since a month after you hit this town. A real monopoly. Now don't misunderstand me, old man, I'm not monopolistic, or even competitive. I just want a piece of the action. And I mean a young piece," he grinned. "But no more high-school quiff stopping in my shop with the hots. No more tender snatch hanging around my soda fountain waiting for my rigid digit. Damn and double damn, Doc. You really shut off the fountain of youth. Well, hell, I always say, if you can't whip 'em, join 'em. So here I am, volunteering. Can you fix me up, old buddy?" He sounded plaintive and hungry and horny, but at least we had a common goal.
* * *
After lunch, I got a phone call from Betty. I had more or less designated her as a confidante and leader, and trusted her judgement as to the receptivity of the younger girls. She said that Susan Shaw, Jim Fieser's stepdaughter, was hot to trot and would like to try it. I told her to bring her over this afternoon, and we'd see what developed. I had Tony busy lining up other young boys, because I could see that the sisterhood of this town was spreading the word on their gossipy grapevine, and our happy group was pyramiding.
Harold Wilson phoned me and asked if I'd let Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, a grocer, into the group. I told him to have them drop over . this afternoon at two and I'd try to fix them up.
When Betty and Susan came in, I sent them to my private office, locked the lobby up, and followed them. I saw they were undressing as I entered, and I was amazed at the rounded voluptuous body that young Susan displayed. Fluidly curved hips backed by firm asscheeks that narrowed to a tiny waist that was charmingly capped by a bouncy pair of full tits that would have done justice to any full-grown woman. Betty caught me involuntarily admiring Sue and laughed.
"Better than you expected, huh, Doc?" she asked, and I had to agree enthusiastically.
"I was telling her," Betty said, "about you, in pretty good detail, and I guess the only cock Sue has ever seen was Jim's, which is the only I know of that rivals yours, Doc, so she thinks it's normal for all men to be hung like horses. Boy, is she in for a big disappointment later on in life, huh?"
I disrobed and approached Sue, and we sat down on the sofa. I saw Betty across the room in my big leather chair, idly rubbing and fingering her scotch, and knew that as soon as I finished indoctrinating little Sue, and was able to get it up again, that I'd be expected to take good and total care of Betty, too. O.K. by me -- can't get too much of a good thing, I always say.
I put my arm around the girl's shoulder and let my hand drop down over the large breasts that sprang so invitingly toward my cuddling touch. We leaned together, and the kiss she gave me, so soft and meltingly warm and clinging, made my cock start throbbing.
Her hand crept over my lap, but she didn't grab my tool, she just stroked the full length of its upper surface. The hot touch of her palm along its top was so tickly that it began rising of its own accord. She then tried to grip it in her tiny hand, but could only reach partway around it, so the other hand joined in. She seized it firmly like a baseball bat at the base, and lifted and lowered alternately on the skin. In no. time it was at full erection, with a good six inches protruding beyond her two-handed grasp.
"Now, Sue, honey," I said gently, "what you'd better do is blow me for a minute, while I play with you and warm you up, too."
I pushed her head down slowly toward my glans and she promptly placed her mouth over the head of my huge cock. I almost had to laugh aloud at her next gesture. She actually tried to BLOW! Betty saw what was happening and came over to the couch.
"Here, Sue, let me show you how to start," she volunteered. Her mouth replaced Susan's, and with a wide yawn she engulfed my flaring purple cockhead. As her tongue raced around the rim behind the head, I was describing to Sue exactly what she was doing, and why, and then, as Betty took longer and longer strokes into her mouth, and the big shaft was gradually disappearing a little more with each stroke, and her cheeks were in-and-outing, I saw Sue's head bob in rhythm with Betty's. I pushed Betty away and let Sue drop her sweet hot mouth down upon my prick.
"Aw, shit, Doc," Betty pouted ruefully, "I was trying to get you to come before you sent the second team in. I do the work and she gets the gravy. Nice way to treat a friend. Hey, I've got an idea. Here, Doc, you stand up in front of the couch, and Sue can blow you that way, and I'll still have a little something to play with. Fair enough?" she asked.
I agreed, and did as she asked, and when Susan slid forward to control her actions, I felt Betty kneel beneath my legs and gently cup and tickle my balls. Then I felt her penetrating little tongue explore the crack of my ass, and her lingual efforts soon concentrated on my sensitive and responsive asshole. I put my hands on Sue's head and guided her face back and forth on my rod. I could feel the racing touches of her hot tongue as it tingled along my rigid cock. I kept her from taking it all in it would surely gag her, with its tremendous length, which would be discouraging for future efforts, and it undoubtedly would make her jaws sore and tired for a while, and I wanted this session to last.
As I gazed down upon the vision of loveliness before me, my love slaves and obedient pupils, new thrills coursed through my mind and body. I knew that it would be only a matter of moments before I expressed my total passionate reception of their movements by ejecting my load of come into the girl's hot wet mouth. Betty had replaced her tongue with a couple of fingers, and was crooking them after entrance to massage my prostate. This did nothing to help my self-control, and I felt the stream of lust building up in my crotch. Sue was struggling to get more and more of my long cock into her already-overloaded mouth, and the vigorous tonguing and sensuous gripping of her slick cheek linings was driving me over the brink.
Then it came! Rippling, streaming, pulsing, and I felt the girl's head rock with the first shock-wave of my hot load as it filled every inner crevice of her mouth and throat. She withdrew till just the flared head of my penis was locked behind her teeth. She gulped eagerly to swallow every drop of my sticky come, and as white rivers of sperm jetted from the corners of her mouth, I could feel the suction of her throat as she tried to lose no more of it outside her. She gnawed ever so gently on the base of the glans as her tongue flashed across and around the tip and into its spewing hole. The excruciating delights brought forth another salvo of lust from my emptying balls.
I felt Betty release her touches of my ass and crotch as my muscles relaxed. We waited a minute for Susan to get her fill of her first blowjob. Finally she came up for air, and we all sat back.
"Oh, that was fun!" was Sue's first comment. "So warm and tender. I've had dreams of what it might be like, and you told me how much fun it was, Betty, but I never dared think it would be that great! I just love the warm feel of all that meat inside me -- and kissing it was so thrilling. It answered back just like it had a mind of its own, and loved me in return. How'd I do, Doc? Did it satisfy you as much as it did me?"
"Honey, you were perfect. You are going to be, already are, a wonderful cocksucker, and a man really loves that, angel. Now I'd like to return the favor, and you'll see how ideal it is to get devoured. But look at Betty. Hell, we can't leave her out in the cold, can we? So I tell you what we're gonna do -- I'll lie on my back, and Betty can mount my cock and screw herself half to death while you sit on my face, Sue, and I'll nibble away at your delicious pussy. That way there's something for everyone. How's that sound, girls?"
Their immediate and enthusiastic assent was joyous.
I lay back, spread my legs, and felt Betty clamber up and settle her face on my lap. Sue, on the other hand, straddled my chest and then slowly slid forward until her virginal cunt was only inches from my lips. She lifted upward a bit with her thighs, until her tiny pink lips hovered by my mouth. Then she leaned forward until her hands were placed above my head, thus supporting her upper torso. Her smooth, full breasts hung and swayed excitingly over me, and my hands just naturally gravitated toward them as my tongue reached avidly for the slice of young heaven that so aromatically presented itself for my oral ministrations.
As my hot wet tongue touched her sensitive outer lips, her thighs contracted involuntarily with the electric sensation, and her hips rose from my face. She lowered herself immediately upon feeling the loss of contact, and relaxed her legs till she had settled down more fully upon my face, my lips and nose buried in her delicately scented pubic hairs. My tongue found the entrance, and its sweet musky dampness drove me to thrust rapidly= and eagerly into her delicious slit.
Her soft moans and slow writhing at this tickling feeling were combining with the arduous and happy tongue-lashing that Betty was giving me down below. My arms encircled little Sue; my hand seized her buttocks and brought her honeyed young cunt mashing against my face. I could feel her buck and rear as the exquisite thrill nearly drove her out of her virginal mind, and that response of hers, together with the cloying taste and smell that permeated my mouth and nostrils, was driving me truly ape.
My tongue slashed rigidly and firmly in and out and up and down and around the slick, pink-walled vagina that was so avid to impart happiness to both me and its bearer. Her quivering tremors at my caresses were all that I needed to achieve the delight that I sought. Betty was assiduously working over my cock and balls; one of her hands crept beneath my buttocks to tingle and tickle my anus. She really knew how to stimulate every erogenous zone. Really fine, for a fifteen-year-old chick.
Susan was peering down and backward, watching me kiss and lave her tiny slit and budding clitoris. Both my hands were molding and squeezing her big tits vigorously, and their nipples stood out proudly as they reveled in my kneading. The look of rapt adoration in her eyes was worth all the jewels on earth, and I knew another adolescent was delighted and thrilled in my palace of love.
Sue's hips moved slowly up and down, and writhed round and round as the pain-pleasure of the tonguing of her snatch lips increased her awareness of sex. Faster and faster, hotter and hotter -- she was on the brink. Suddenly she collapsed full length on the couch on top of me, mashing and grinding her crotch harder on my face, whimpering and crying softly as she struggled to press her cunt harder against my face.
Her flopping had broken the hold that I had on her bouncing tits, and as her peak slowly ebbed, I turned my head for air. I didn't realize until that very instant that I, too, had come, simultaneously with Susan. Betty was wiping the white drops of my sperm from her smiling lips as she got up, and it was only then that I was aware of my cock now lying flaccid along my thigh.
I hadn't noticed whether Betty was fucking me or frenching me, I had been so thoroughly engrossed in devouring this responsive, delighted and delightful child. Her indoctrination was so complete that all else, even my own sensations and fucking satisfaction, had been erased from my knowledge.
"Oooooooohhhh, that was wonderful," Sue was whispering. "My God, I just can't believe the feeling! Better than you said it was, Betty. But I guess I couldn't describe it very well to anyone, either. Oh I just wanted to scream and yell and cry all at once, and I didn't have any air, and no voice, and I was just floating way, way up there. Omigod, I'd had no idea... I wanted to quit halfway through, it was driving me out of my skull, but I couldn't do anything or say anything. Oooooh, it was heaven!" Sue went on, her hands slowly rubbing her steamy cunt gently. Her voice trailed off to a soft moan, and her head tossed and turned as she mentally relived her first orgasm.
"Kids," I said, "I hate to be a party pooper and all that, but look at the damn clock. Time to go. C'mon, on your feet, let's get your threads on. Sorry, but tomorrow's another day. I'll satisfy you then, Betty."
"Boy, you'd better! I'll have you begging for mercy and begging for more, all in the same breath," she challenged me. "I've been doing entirely too much watching and helping, and not enough fucking this past week. We get all caught up tomorrow, promise, Doc?"
I gave her my word.
"Now, Susan, I just wanted to give you a sample of how pleasant sex can be. You'll lose your cherry tomorrow, and then you'll see why Betty's so wild about the whole program. How come your boyfriend never scored?"
"Who, Paul?" she said. "He's just not aggressive, I guess. He never pushed me. Or he's scared of Dad -- everyone thinks old Sheriff Jim is the meanest guy in town. But he isn't. He's always been good and gentle to me -- not a bit like a stepfather at all."
"Sue, whether you knew it or not, Jim has actually been courting you. He doesn't even know it himself, really, but he's in love with you -- or your body, or what you stand for -- I can't be precise yet. He'd give his right arm and left nut to make love to you, but moral inhibitions and stupid early training have kept him in control so far." A sudden thought hit me. "Is your Paul a slim blond boy who's a good friend of Tony's?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes, do you know him? He was with Tony this morning. Why?" Susan asked.
"Nothing. How do you feel, really feel, about your stepfather? C'mon, be totally frank with me."
"Oh, he's wonderful, Doc," Susan said, glowing. "Like I told you, he's gentle and good to me. And he's great in the sex department. I've seen his a couple of times, when he didn't know I saw him, and he's got a cock about like yours, Doc. Really, he's the grooviest stepfather a girl could ask for!"
"I just had an idea," I told her. "Why don't you kids come back at one-thirty tomorrow afternoon? We can have a nice leisurely session and we'll teach you what the rest of sex is about, Sue."
They both acquiesced happily, then dressed and left. I sat at my desk making phone calls the rest of the day, lining up the next day's schedule. I had determined to make the next afternoon a red-letter day that this, whole damned town would long remember. By four o'clock I was through, and went home to get well rested.
CHAPTER SIX
As Betty, Linda, Lucy, Susan and Cissy showed up at my office, I assigned each of them a different room of my suite. A quarter-hour later, when Agnes, Shirley, Alice, Dottie, and Sally entered, they filled each of my remaining offices.
A few minutes later, in came Harold Wilson, Sheriff Jim and Judge Stone, and Richardson and Bob Cook. I gave them the rooms of Lucy, Susan, Linda, Cissy, and Betty, respectively, and had all of them except Jim go on down the hall to their assigned partners. As they trooped happily toward their horizontal conquests, the door opened and Tony, Bill, Paul, Tom, and Dan entered. They were given the room numbers of the older women.
I motioned Jim Fieser to a seat, locked the lobby door, poured us each a good stiff drink, and brought up what was on my mind.
"I'll be very frank with you, Jim. I like you, I know that we trust each other, and we have the same hobbies, goals, and interests, obviously. Now I want you to trust me fully and implicitly. One hundred percent, right down the line, with no questions or doubts. I know what I'm doing, and this is a little outside of the regular club routine, but it's for the best, and I speak as a doctor and psychiatrist as well as your friend and buddy when I ask you to do exactly as I'll instruct you," I told him.
"Sure, Doc, whatever you say. You're the boss, y'know."
"All right. Now, I have a girl that's a virgin, in room seven, and she's all yours. Yeah, I know, you've got a hell of a lot of meat for a virgin to take, but believe me, you're the best man for her. I just want you to be patient and very, very slow, and gentle as possible. Agreed?" I asked.
"Yeah. Hey, that's swell of ya, Doc. Who is it? Anyone I know?"
"Why, yes, Jim, it just happens to be someone you know. Pretty well. Very well, in fact. It's Susan, your stepdaughter." I watched his reactions cross his face. "Whoa, now, Jim, don't say anything. Think it over. She was in here. I left her a virgin, because this kid is really hung up on you. Worships you, both as a father and as a man. She's positive that you're the greatest. O.K., man, prove it. Be the most perfect lover. Complete her dream, and yours right along with it. Why not? I know that you want her. You've told me that already. And I know that it's more than just a piece of tail to you. I can tell that by the way you've raised her and treated her.. You've been her lover for a long time -- in your mind, in your dreams, in your fantasies. She's the ideal girl, in your brain. Admit it -- isn't that correct?" I was pressing him now.
He nodded slowly. "Yeah, Doc. you've got it pinned down to the nitty-gritty, all right. But how can a man sleep with his own daughter?"
"Relax, Jim. You used the phrase `sleep with' just now instead of `fuck.' That alone tells me that you'll be gentle and perfect for her, because you respect her. You're not just using her crotch for your own selfish release, which frankly is what usually goes on around here. So unless someone complains to the authorities -- ha, ha! -- what's the rumble? You two aren't blood relations, and if you were ever divorced or widowed, you could legally marry in this state.
"So," I continued, "forget your upbringing and start living honestly with your needs, desires, dreams, ideas, and ideals. You just might be surprised at what develops this afternoon... in more ways than one," I added.
He knotted and kneaded his fingers and stared at his shoetops a few minutes, mulling it over. Finally, he somberly got up, nodded, and reached for and shook my hand.
"By God, I'll do it, Doc. All of my dreams have come true, and I'm nervous as a freshman on his first date. Hell of a note for a grown man, isn't it?" He laughed. "But I see what you mean. And I'm curious about the other surprises you mentioned. What are they?"
"Whoa, boy. Never mind," I told Jim. "All in good time. Now go to room seven where your young lady is willing and eager and tender. It's all yours now, Jim, but be gentle. It's yours to build or destroy, but I'm willing to bet you'll build and win. The jackpot. Go get 'er, Jim."
I slipped down the hall to my examining room with the hidden peephole into room seven, and arrived just in time to see Jim enter, turn and shut the door, and lock it. He turned around to face a nude and very beautiful Susan. Her face got ashen white, and for a moment I thought that she was going to either panic and scream, or else faint. She did neither, due to Jim's opener.
"Doc sent me to you, Susan darling. You need me, and I need you, and your love. It's been too long, little angel. So just relax." I was amazed at the, crude old boy's smooth talk, but then, he'd probably gone over in his fantasies a thousand times what he'd say if he ever had Sue available. I could see her face soften, and the color come back, and her bashful, youthful smile once more graced her pretty features.
"Hi, Daddy. This is a surprise, I'll admit. Doc didn't say anything to me." She hesitated and looked. up. "But I knew you were one of his club -- the local grapevine spreadeth, you know." She smiled. "Get out of those clothes if you're uncomfortable, Daddy."
She walked directly up to him, put her arms around his broad shoulders, and kissed him full on the mouth. I could see that her tongue had entered his opening mouth, his hands grabbed her smooth, bare hips, and they melted together into a single pliant body.
As they broke loose from their passionate kiss, I could hear her say, "I've wanted that kind of kiss from you for so long, Daddy. Don't think I'm naughty, please. I'm a woman now, and I think like a woman, and have emotions like a woman, and I know that you and Mom, well, you... well, you know, how you sleep apart and all that, and I was just hoping that you needed and wanted me and my love as much as I do yours, Daddy. Does that make an ounce of sense to you?" She was unbuttoning his shirt as she spoke, and he kicked his shoes off.
They walked over to the bed with their arms around each other's waists, sat there, and had another long, sensuous kiss. Jim leaned back, drew her closer to him, and I heard him say, "Little angel, this makes all my deepest and wildest dreams come true, and I'll try to be so very good and tender and gentle with you, I promise. Lie back and -- relax -- we have all afternoon, and I just want to savor this moment."
They lay back and his soft touch on her breasts, and his slow gentle caress of her back and hips, soon had her breathing deeply and squirming ever closer to him. Her hands were not idle meanwhile, and I saw them slowly stroke his enormous cock as her lips nibbled at his earlobe and she whispered to him, too softly for me to hear. Then they both laughed, he nodded, and he started to slide down on the bed. I could see her hands pushing him eagerly onward toward his velvet target.
She rolled over on her back and spread her lush girlish thighs apart as his face reached the promised land. His hands groped and slid under her buttocks and hoisted her crotch a foot in the air so that his face was looking directly into her virginal love nest. I could see the shiny glistening juices starting to seep from the lips of her sweet pussy as he bent his head forward toward the answer to all his prayers. His tongue shot out and licked softly at the fluid-covered slit, and her body tensed with the tickling ecstasy of his passionate embrace.
"Oh, Daddy," I could hear her murmur as her hips writhed about in his gently firm grasp. "Oh, yes, that feels good. So wonderful. Oh, Daddy, I've wanted that so long. Yes, right there, do it to me, oh daddy do it yes yes yes YESSSSS!!! Do it do it more oh god oh Christ god yes it's good good GOOD GOOD!!! I'M COMMMMMING!!! AAAAIIAIAIEEEGH! Oh oh god Daddy Daddy Daddy I love you I love it oh god Daddy ohhhh yessss... "
Her voice died to a whispering moan as every fiber of her being melted in lustful harmony and her body and mind were racked with the unbearable thrill of orgasm.
They lay still a minute, still locked in their loving embrace, as Jim waited for the child to stop trembling and vibrating from the magnificent come he had given her.
"Oh, Daddy," she said softly and lovingly, "that was so perfect. God. I thought I was going clear out of my mind for a minute. You're so good to me, Daddy. I want you to do everything to me! I need you and want you and love you so very, very much, Daddy." Then she smiled dreamily up at him. "But don't be so stingy -- I'm hungry, too, you know. Let me have some."
She wriggled loose from his arms and turned around in the bed. Her tiny red mouth encircled the bulbous flare of Jim's enormous glans, and she slowly lowered onto it, trying valiantly to inhale the giant lance. Half of it was all she could possibly take into her little mouth, but I could tell from the movement of her jaws and cheeks that that half was getting a real workout. Her hands grasped the remaining trunklike portion of his rod and plied themselves vigorously to stimulate every inch of his massive cock.
In a few minutes, the sheriff pushed his little stepdaughter's head from his lap, and she reluctantly ceased her sucking of his huge cock. She looked up at him questioningly.
"Did I do it wrong, Daddy? Don't I satisfy you?" the girl asked plaintively. "Oh, I did so very much want to please you in every way."
"Baby doll, you were perfect," he assured her. "That was the trouble -- it was getting too good. I'd have come in another second, and I want to save this next load for where it'll be spending the rest of its life -- inside you, darling, right up inside your sweet pussy where it belongs."
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I want it, too," she beamed joyfully. "It's so wonderful, being able to be honest with each other. I've wanted you, too, for such a long time, and I didn't dare open my mouth." She grinned. "And I've got to really open it to take care of you. Wow! That's a lot of meat for a girl to take care of. I just hope I don't disappoint you, Daddy. I do so want to please you. C'mon, love me to death, Daddy darling!" She lay back, smiling and willing and receptive to her stepfather's cock.
"Just relax. We can take our time and do this leisurely and properly," Jim told her. "Hell, for once I wish I didn't have such a damned big cock. I don't want to hurt you, Susan angel, and I know it will."
"It's all right, Daddy," she reassured him. "I know it's painful the first time or two. I'm not totally ignorant of all of the facts of life. But it'll be worth it. So go on. Be gentle, and as much as I love and want you, all of you, I'm sure we'll make it all right," the girl said.
Jim petted and caressed her hips, thighs, and tits, and gradually worked around to her hot little cunt. As he neared his target, her legs drifted apart, and I could see from my hidden vantage point the twitching of her outer cunt-lips as they shone with the slick moisture of her last come, their involuntary moving and response proving that she was emotionally ready and mentally eager for her first fucking.
The sheriff parted the tiny pink slit with his fingers and held, his big tool to rub the large purple head of it softly along the opening to lubricate it. A moment later, her hand placed the enormous knob between her labia and rested it there a moment. Sue thrust her hips upward to help him enter her. His cock slipped from the tiny slit, and Jim patiently and gently replaced it at the mouth of her cunt and told her to lie still and let him do the work. That way, he said, they wouldn't have any sudden, unexpected, painful stabs.
Again her cunt oiled his enormous shaft head, and he held the long rod firmly in the middle as he guided it to the moist entrance that begged for penetration. His left arm encircled her hips and held her tightly but tenderly in position as he inched gradually into the young maiden's snug cunt. She winced as the bulbous head spread her lips wide and began to enter her taut hole. Jim stopped.
"No, Daddy," she insisted, "go ahead. It didn't really hurt. Just sort of felt funny and surprised me. It feels good and hot and big and loving in there. So go on, give me some more." She was smiling up at the big stud with both her eyes and her lips.
Jim tentatively thrust another couple inches into her almost-splitting cunt, and after resting a minute to let her insides stretch and absorb the thick shaft that was being forced into her, he withdrew clear to the head and softly entered her again, but only as far as the first time. After a half-dozen of these very short strokes, she was smiling again, and I could see that with each plunge he was adding a quarter inch or so. She looked down at her crotch.
"Omigod! That's only a third of it! I thought sure you were clear in, Daddy. Whew! Maybe I won't be able to take all of you. At least not the first time. Would that disappoint you?" she asked plaintively.
"Don't worry about that, little one," the gruff sheriff told her tenderly. "This is so good, and you're so wonderful and beautiful, Susan, that it's all I can do to control myself now. If we aren't careful, I'll explode in you in a second. And I want our party to last a little longer."
With a sly grin, she wrapped her arms around her stepfather; her legs encircled his ass and she lunged upward, impaling herself on his gigantic cock. Her mouth attached itself openly and tightly on the sheriff's, kissing him deeply, and her moans and cries and. whimpers were so stifled by this that I'm sure Jim didn't realize her total immersion in a sea of pain. She clung bravely to her new lover as he plunged his cock in and out, hard, long, determined strokes that almost rent her young body asunder and ravaged her tender, viciously clinging little twat. Sue hung on fiercely to his lunging, ramming body, and in twenty seconds it was over. His load poured from the edges of her bruised and overcrowded cunt. He was limp, panting from ecstasy and exhaustion. They lay quietly entwined within each other's arms.
"I couldn't resist it, Daddy," she smiled up at him even as big tears rolled down her cheeks from the shattering pain she had taken. "I figured it was like a needle -- one quick, sharp pain and it would be all right. And I was right. It feels so good, just to have you, all of you, up in there, loving me, really, totally loving me. But I do think I'm bleeding a little. Better let me up so I can clean up." She walked very slowly, tottering cautiously over to the washbasin, driblets of come drooling down her lush thighs, comingling with pink traces of her hymen's blood.
"Now that the worst part is over, Daddy, we can settle down to good, tender loving whenever we want to, can't we? Oh, darling, I've been in love with you ever since you and Mom got married. Of course, now what do we do? We can't hurt Mom, but we've got our love to take care of, too, haven't we?" she asked, love shining in her eyes and her smile.
"We'll have to work something out. This damn small town wouldn't go for my divorcing your mother and marrying you, we both know that, but there's gotta be some way to get around all the headaches. Maybe I'll take it over with Doc. He's a sure enough smart man. He'll probably figure some way out for us," Jim told the girl.
I slid the peekhole closed. I had a lot to do in short order. I went to the room that contained young Tony and Agnes Fieser, and asked them to please join Bill and Shirley Wilkerson in the next room. Then, two doors down the hall, I put Tom and Dottie in with Dan and Sally. As these happy foursomes were switching and swapping and enjoying their new arrangements, I got Betty, Linda, Harold and Stone together for a little variety.
That left Susan and Jim alone, and Paul and Alice Springs. I invited the four into my own office, and there was a brief moment of slight embarrassment when Paul saw his "steady" girl undressed with her stepfather. Alice smoothed it over rapidly with, "See, Paul? That's why I prefer young boys. My God, look at the size of that cock. Come here, Paul, and take care of me again real gently, darling."
I left them to get familiarized and started sliding back the dividing partitions that separated all of the suites of offices. This brought, for the first time, all twenty people face to face, nude, devouring, enjoying. No one could put the others down for favoring what they, too, were doing. In thirty seconds, the whole crowd was happy and were kidding each other. Only two small problems remained -- Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, and Mr. and Mrs. Fieser.
Mrs. Wilson took the initiative, and jokingly made a mock introduction: "Tom, dear, I'd like you to meet my husband. Harold, love, this is your replacement. Now, let's see, where were we, Tom darling?"
They immediately resumed their fucking. I motioned to Tony to take care of Alice, and when Paul stood up from her bed, I beckoned him over.
"Paul," I said, "I certainly hope that you like the looks of Agnes Fieser, because if you do, this whole deal will be the jackpot of the century. How about it, young man?"
"Sue's mom? Wow, Doc, she's real cool. I'd have loved to've made out with her long ago, but with the sheriff and all -- you know how it was. God, yes, she's a lot of woman." Paul was really hot to trot in this new direction.
I thought this was as good a time as any to make my announcement, so I got the attention of the group, and after a few minutes of last-gasp pawings and nibblings and strokings, I gave them the drawings.
"Folks," I said, "the time has come for me to move on. I'm closing my office here tonight, and I already have offices rented and outfitted in another town, in fact, in another state. No one here in Somerset will ever find me, unless by some far-out coincidence you happen to move where I am. And that's a very slim chance, because I've arranged it that way. We have had a pleasant, no, a truly wonderful interlude here. The town, and especially its charming and beautiful girls, has been the nicest experience of my life. I knew when I came here that there was no possibility of my remaining permanently.
"However," I went on, "you have all been good to me, and I am positive that my stay here has helped you all in many ways -- emotionally, physically, and mentally. Quite possibly you'll come to appreciate it even more over the years. Remember the lessons you've learned and shared. Pass them on to the next pupil. For God's sake, or rather for your own sakes, get rid of any and all inhibitions and repressions you might have, don't acquire any new ones, and you sure as hell shouldn't pass any on to your kids. The world will mess them up enough. You folks do all you can to prevent it.
"One further thing I wanted to touch on," I continued. "I think that Betty here should probably be elected captain or queen or whatever you call it, to represent and recruit and screen any future female applicants. Tony can handle the young boys, and Alice knows most of the women in town. I suggest that Sheriff Jim Fieser select the men, for several reasons. And it would sure as hell pay all of you to see that Jim and Judge Stone are re-elected term after term if you want good protection. They'll keep it out of the limelight, I'm sure.
"In fact, Jim, if you'll come with me -- you and Agnes and Sue and Paul -- I want to talk to you a moment. Now are there any questions that any of the rest of you have?" I asked.
I settled the babble that erupted, sorted out and replied to the more sensible and important queries, and accepted their effusive thanks and well wishes. I left the crowd to their horizontal occupations and retired to my private office with the Fieser family and Paul.
The best way to face a strange issue is openly, even abruptly, so I dropped my bomb on the quartet.
"Sue, you and Paul should get married as soon as possible," I had to shush the hubbub that ensued. "Listen, I generally have good and valid reasons for my remarks, don't I? O.K., the purpose of that would be to let the young honeymooners move in with you and Agnes, Jim. That's a natural move, when a young couple is having a hard time financially at the start, so no one will think anything about it.
"Then," I went on, "and this is the crux of the matter, Jim and Sue will set up their own love life, and Paul and Agnes can share the same bedroom. Now don't give me stunned looks. We all know you two adults haven't had any kind of sex life in years, and frankly, never will again. But you both like and respect each other, I know that. Agnes is a good housekeeper and mother, Jim, you've got to admit. And Jim is a good provider, Agnes, and truly devoted to your charming daughter, and you have security and protection, so there's no sense at all in having a divorce and a scandal when itcan all be handled so conveniently for all concerned.
"Five or ten years from now," I continued, "possibly other arrangements will have to be made. People change, and no one can predict the future, but for the immediate and foreseeable few years, this setup could be ideal for all four of you. Paul is just eighteen, and you can give your consent for Susan, so they can be married right away. I know damn well the town gossips will start counting the months, figuring they had to get married, so for God's sake, stay on the pill, both you gals, and in public, play it straight. Well, that's about it, folks."
I could see them mulling it over in their minds, but I also noticed that Agnes' hand crept into Paul's, and they exchanged shy smiles. Jim put his arm around Susan and then drew her willing, supple body closer to him. Then they all apparently arrived at the same conclusion that I had, and we all shook hands. They filed out, and I remained to reluctantly start closing out my books.
