James Stanford

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CHAPTER ONE

"Fuck me, Doc. C'mon, put in what I need. I'll 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 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 pink, tender lips of her cunt, and let my finger stray up to her clitoris. As I massaged it softly but rapidly, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile played over her lips.

"Ooooh, that's good, Doc. Yes. Yes, right there! Keep that up and I'll rape you." She opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "Let's race to see who rapes who."

Her hand strayed over the edge of the examining table and rubbed my crotch, which was already beginning to bulge. "Hey! Old Doc's getting horny. Wow! That's a big one. Let's have a party. C'mon, please!" She was writhing on the table now, and begging.

The exciting thrill of entering this young high schooler 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 had one big. Oh, boy, you are really hung, Doc." She lay back with a smile. "Just take it slow, and easy at first, and I'll try to take it all. Oh, God, if the other girls only knew…"

I lifted onto the table over her, and fingered the lips of her warmly moist cunt apart and slowly inserted the cock head. Her sharp intake of breath and the passionately wet warmth I felt nearly made me come right then. As I slowly inched a little more into her, I could feel the tight, hot sides of her young pussy gripping my rigid tool, and I knew that nothing, but nothing can ever replace that feeling of total-conquering, happy sex that a grown man gets when he enters a tender, young cunt.

I felt the slippery walls of her snug love hole relax a bit to accommodate my rod. "More. Give me more. Slowly, lover, but oh, Christ, I want it. This is the biggest and best I've ever had in my life, Doc. Feels like I'm just stuffed with cock." She arched her hard young buttocks up off the table and soon we were working together rapidly.

I would pull back till just the head was between her cunt lips, then drive it in up to the hilt. Her eyes would widen at the depth and penetration, then she'd grin and rotate her hips to grind it in even deeper. I laid my head on her chest and chewed vigorously on one big, full firm teat while I massaged the other one roughly, and she loved it. All the time she kept up a happy chatter.

"Oooohhhh, that's good, more, more, yeah, Doc, I love it, love it, more, there, right there, ouch! No, go ahead, it's all right, it's perfect, it's heaven."

I felt her body gradually grow rigid as her heights of passion were ascended, and my loins tightened as a big load crept closer and closer, then: "I'm coming!" she shouted, and I felt the exquisite tightness of her tiny cunt grabbing my pulsing, throbbing cock as wave after wave of come poured out of it into her hot, eager little snatch. "Aaarrrgh! Good, good, good, oh, Daddy, more, more, don't stop, pump me full, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her hands clawing my back and her pelvis gyrating madly. She exhaled violently as I dismounted and lay there panting, the overflow of my white semen oozing out of her little cunt as she lay there, half dreaming and half passed out from ecstasy.

I got a towel and blotted up the come from her snatch. Then I petted and massaged her breasts and stroked her tender clit with my tongue, until she came again, whimpering and moaning as she climbed step by step up to that heavenly peak again, and I felt the waves of heat from her tiny box bathe my face and mouth with her passion.

I could have kept it up all night, but a doctor has appointment schedules to keep, so I helped her get dressed and we went into my private office and sat down.

"Jesus, Doc, you're the most! I'm going to need a treatment like that every day," she said with an impish smile. "I wouldn't have argued with Mom so long if I'd known psychiatric treatment was that good."

"No, no, babydoll," I told her. "We can't make it every day. Your mother sent you to me, first, to see if you were still a virgin, and second, to get counseling and treatment if necessary. You kids didn't handle your high school sex club very intelligently, is why 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." I lit a cigarette and leaned back. "Now, I felt as if I could trust you…"

"You can, man, I promise," she interrupted. "What we just had is what I want and need, and I won't tell anyone. I'm not gonna lose the best fucking I ever had," she grinned.

"Okay, okay," I said. "I dig young girls – always have – and I think you're the greatest. You're willing and eager, and you already know how much fun fucking is. Well, what you had was just a little sample. I'll teach you a million things, all of them wild and wonderful, and we can have a hell of a good thing going, but it has to be done just exactly as I say. You understand? And agree?"

"Yessir, Doc, you're the boss. Just don't make it too long in between times, will you?" She squirmed and rubbed her crotch. "God, I'm get-tin' horny just remembering that fuck!"

"Don't worry," I told her. "I want your young and tender body as much as you want mine, honey. Now, what we'll do is: I'll certify to your mother that your hymen, or cherry as you call it, 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 trained 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, and I'll need your loving at least three times a week." I smiled at her, "In fact, I could use some of it right now, honey."

"Hell, yes, Daddy-Doc," she said as she slipped out of her tight blouse and let her bra down off those round firm globes. My tool was already enlarging at the thought of again entering the tight yet tender cunt of this young girl, and by the time I got disrobed again, it was at its full majestic length. She seized 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 stuffed into me before. All we had in the club were those damned boys – no men."

She placed her smiling lips around the head of my tool and slowly lowered her head over my shaft. Her long hair draped down the front of my thighs as she gradually engulfed my cock in her mouth. She hesitated once as she almost gagged on the length of it, swallowed, and continued to take more and more of it into her small mouth. When it was all in, she was breathing roughly. She reached one hand underneath and gently lifted my balls, tickling my bag idly with her fingers. She then slowly slid my cock out, her tongue whipping wildly from side to side as she withdrew my rod. She stopped with just the head inside her hot mouth and nibbled the glans and the underside gently with her teeth. My cock was throbbing, and when I looked down at her, she raised her eyes to mine, and they were full of mischief and happiness. Her jaws relaxed and spread to the utmost to take my cock, and then she lowered her head and with rapid, long, hot strokes, proceeded to blow my mind.

"Careful, babydoll, I'm coming," I warned her. She only increased her speed and rapidity of her tongue lashings, and wave after wave of come surged out of my balls into her already thoroughly filled mouth. I felt her recoil as, the force of the liquid rocketed into her face. She gulped and swallowed and pulled half my cock from her mouth, trying to get my full load of come down. Finally, she leaned back, licked the entire organ clean, and rested against the sofa cushion.

"Goddam, that'd wear a girl's jaws out. But, ooohh, that felt good, and all that rich, warm come pouring over my tongue and down my throat. I just love the taste of it, Daddy-O. You damn near blew my tonsils out, but it's so sweet and yummy I never want to quit."

"My turn now, little one," I said as I pushed her gently back onto the couch and knelt in front of her. I spread her firm, white thighs apart and she put her hands under her asscheeks and slid her pink young cunt toward my face. I let my tongue idly wander up and down the tender outside lips a few times, then stopped at the top and nibbled on her clit. She writhed and moaned gently and then she pushed herself further toward me. As I tongued and sucked on her protruding clit some more, I slowly slid a finger, then two fingers, into her snug pussy. By wiggling and rotating my fingers, and continuing with more and more pressure on her sensitive young button, I could feel the responsive shudders through her entire body. I stepped up the pace, and violent tremors racked throughout her as she built rapidly to a passionate peak.

"Stop, stop, I can't take it, you're driving me out of my mind. Oh, no more, no more… no! More! More! Right there, there, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh, God!" Her voice drifted away to a panting silence as her relaxed and expanded cunt bathed my face with hot gushes of love juice. I slowed down and licked tenderly on her pussy and watched her young yet nubile body heave rhythmically as she panted with lust and satisfied ecstasy.

We got dressed again, and I typed up a phony report for her mother. Betty was sitting demurely in the lobby when her mother came to pick her up in answer to my phone call. I talked briefly with her mother and we agreed that Betty would begin her counseling sessions on Monday, this being Saturday. I reassured the lady that the cost would be nominal and implied that only a few sessions would be needed to help young Betty get straightened out emotionally.

I'd had my office in this small Iowa town only a year when word leaked out that about forty junior high and high school kids had formed a sex club and were experimenting.

Police cracked down immediately, and scared them into informing on each other, so they got all the names, but when it turned out that two-thirds of the kids were from businessmen's and school board members' families, the prosecution angle rapidly evaporated. 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 had come to me, and I had eight other appointments lined up for the coming week. This was my delicacy, because I've always had a big weakness and partiality for tender young cunt – they just don't interest me after they get too old and/or big. But the snug feeling of tight firmness and tender warmth as it slides into a gripping young pussy is a thrill that I'd trade heaven for any time. When I went through analysis I found out why – and it's not abnormal. In fact, it's the usual feeling of any grown man – some just repress it. I don't. And now it looked like I had really lucked out here in Somerset – now I didn't have to drive forty miles to Des Moines to a couple of young call girls I'd been patronizing the past year.

Betty, my first of the sex club patients, had gotten aroused in the few seconds that it took me to examine and probe her, and when I had inserted my finger, exploring for her hymen, she had wiggled and giggled, and a flood of lubrication showed me she was ready and willing, eager and able. I gambled that she liked her fucking, and the gamble had paid off handsomely. I looked forward to our steady "counseling" sessions hungrily.

CHAPTER TWO

My first appointment on Monday morning was with young Tony, a sixteen-year-old boy who had been sent by his father, who owned a drugstore in town. I rapidly took a medical case history on him, then leaned back and started to establish some rapport with him.

"How old were you when you first experienced sex, Tony?"

He averted his eyes and studied the tops of his shoes. It was easy to see that he was going to be a reluctant patient.

"I was twelve the first time I jacked off, Tony," I told him. "Then two years later I laid my first girl. She was nineteen and I was fourteen. And it's generally about that way with all fellows," I said.

"Yeah," he admitted shyly. "Me, too."

After I stressed the fact that anything and everything he told me was in complete confidence, and that not even a court order or a couple of martinis could force me to reveal whatever he told me, he began to open up.

"Okay, Doc. Betty phoned me night before last – Saturday – when my folks were out. We aren't supposed to even talk to each other outside of school, because of the club, y' know, but anyway she said you could be trusted, that you were on the kids' side, not our old folks', so I'll tell you about whatever you want to know, I guess, Doc."

Then the whole story came tumbling out: how three older girls – all high school seniors – had gotten him and his buddy, Bill, to undress and "play husband and wife" one rainy day at one of the girls' homes. The three girls took turns jacking them off and sucking them and then introducing both boys into the intricacies and mysteries of the female pleasure valleys.

One of the girls' sisters had come home – a married woman of twenty-five, and joined in and really showed them some variety and talent, whereupon Tony and Bill soon thought of themselves as real men of the world. They soon coaxed a couple of fourteen-year-old girls to undress and let the boys explore them inside and outside. It developed that the girls were as overjoyed and satisfied as the boys, and each pair invited friends for the next bedroom session, so one day they 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 officers, and this fortunate fucking duty rotated right after each new member was broken in. The boys broke in the girls, and the girls broke in the boys.

The other club rules were: no going steady between members, no screwing or blowing outside of fellow club members, which eliminated any chances of venereal disease, no one had to do any sex act that did not appeal to them (although Tony said that there was very little reluctance – experimentation was the name of the game).

When new officers were elected (they called them "erection" nights) the boys elected the girl officers and vice versa – based upon the eagerness, talent, enthusiasm, endurance, and variety of the sex acts that each candidate was willing to perform. Elections all turned into voluptuous orgies of campaigning as each and every kid strove to impress the others with his or her knowledge.

I asked Tony what he liked best, and he said, "All of it, except the only trouble is that these are all just kids. It was better right at the first, when I got to ball that married woman. Man, she was really something! That's what I want again – a real woman. I've seen my mother undressed, and believe me, I'd rather have a big, full woman than these young chicks."

We chatted a little further, then I dismissed him, reminding him of his scheduled thrice-weekly counseling sessions. "Sure," he said, "I'll be here. You're the first grownup I've found that a guy can talk to. And Betty didn't give me all the details, but she said you are really one helluva man." He grinned. "I'll just guess what that meant."

My next appointment was at four p.m. with Betty, after she finished her high school classes. I had no secretary, as my meager clientele didn't warrant it, so a bell in the office notified me whenever someone entered. It rang at four sharp, and I opened the door between the office and the lobby. Sure enough, there was Betty, but not alone. With her was a girl I took to be in high school, a slim, little, long-haired blonde with a well-developed bust. Betty spoke up first.

"Doc, this is Linda. She's my best friend, and her mom is trying to get her to come and see you for some counseling. My mom talked to her mom and recommended you real good. Can she come with us for our counseling session?" She hesitated. "I know I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, but Linda knows. It just sorta slipped out. Don't be mad, Doc-Daddy. She's great – you'll find out," she reassured me.

I locked the office door and motioned the girls into my office. I followed the high-assed, miniskirted little girls down the hall and noticed approvingly the soft rolling hips on Linda. She was small and slim, a tiny, tiny waist topping off her tight skirt filled so voluptuously with round, bouncy asscheeks. And she knew it – you could tell by the slow undulation of her walk. It looked promising.

We had no sooner entered my inner office than Betty started stripping down, and noticed Linda doing the same, only more slowly. Linda wore no panties under her skirt (I'd already noticed that), and I watched admiringly as she pulled her sweater off over her head. Her waist couldn't have been over a 17-incher, and her pubic hair was very scanty and thin, and being blonde, was 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. She laid it on top of her skirt on the chair, and turned around – no falsies, it was all real, and I couldn't take my eyes off the magnificent, bounteous glories of that firm, shelf-like bust jutting out proudly, quiveringly, each tiny pink nipple protruding up and sideways a little. Jesus Christ! I felt myself getting aroused just at the wonderful pair of teats facing me. I eyeballed her up and down a couple of times, admiring the smooth and flat plane of her tummy and the nice full hips and thighs, and then back to those huge, perfect breasts. Betty's voice broke my reverie.

"I knew you'd like her, Doc. And she can keep her mouth shut, can't you, Linda?"

"Sure, I promise," Linda said, noticeably eyeing the bulge in my shorts as she watched me undress.

"Who's first?" Betty asked, and we all looked at each other. "I'll bet you want to try Linda, don't you, Doc? Okay, but don't take too long, and don't wear him out, Linda. Save some for me. Save plenty for me – I haven't had any in forty-eight hours." I saw Betty walk behind my desk and sit in my big leather chair as Linda and I headed for the sofa. I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. They stuck out nearly a foot and jiggled vigorously as she walked. Young and firm and tender – just the way I like them. And big enough to work on for a hell of while without their getting monotonous.

She sat on the edge of the sofa and I sat down beside her, my arm around her, cupping one of those fabulous tits, the tip of my fingers caressing her nipple. It reacted immediately, springing erect, and I leaned her back and kissed her. Her sweet young lips parted, and tongue met tongue in a warm, sensuous bath. I explored her mouth and throat with my tongue as she pressed her huge breasts against me and moaned softly. I slid down and knelt in front of her, massaging both glorious orbs, pressing them against my face and tongue, nipping at the nipples alternately with my teeth, but very gently. Then I pressed them together and rotated them inward with my thumbs so that I could nurse them both at once, and she whimpered and slid further off toward the edge of the sofa so that she was pressing against my body and my harden.

Releasing her breasts from my mouth, I slid down onto my knees in front of her and gently lifted her knees up and apart as my tongue trailed and lapped tenderly across her tummy and down into her cunt hairs. I parted the tickling cunt hairs with my nose and slid my tongue up and down in the crease as she raised her legs higher and higher and slumped even further down toward my mouth. Her childlike cunt pressed up against my face for more tongue caresses, and I obliged her. I felt her hands on the back of my head, and they tightened and pressed my face even closer as the fires built up within her. I felt her soft trembling thighs on my shoulders, and her voice came through to me…

"There, right there, oooooohhhhh, yes, more, more, oh, God! There it is, yes, yes, yes," and I was clasped between her clutching and clawing hands and her straining thighs as she pushed her tender pink lubricated cunt harder into my face. I could feel the warmth and taste the sweet musk of her orgasm as my mouth and her child's cunt became slippery with her hot love juices. I kept tonguing her while I laid her lengthwise on the sofa and mounted her with my knees next to her shoulders and my face still buried in her hot tight cunt, lapping and savoring and bringing a series of quivering responses from her young body and a moaning and whimpering from her voice.

She seized my rigid cock in both hands and then guided it quickly between her baby lips. She stretched her lips around the head and I nearly came from the sudden warmth and moist-ness of her eager mouth. Then I rocked up and down, back and forth, each stroke a little longer, until soon she was engulfing the whole length of my stiff shaft. I lifted her hard little asscheeks up toward my face and while I was sucking on her juicy clit, I slid one finger into her tight, tiny cunt and another up her asshole. The two fingers could feel each other through the connecting wall, and I stroked them carefully and slowly as I had her little love button. I could feel the total response immediately, and the trembling and the quivering of her magnificent body aroused me even further. Her mouth kept getting wilder and wilder as she tongued and chewed and hand-stroked the cock in her mouth. Her pretty head bobbed up and down ever faster, and I could hold back no longer. As I felt her delicious box racked with spasms of passion, I blew my load into her mouth and she swallowed gamely to get all of my juicy come without losing a drop. Meanwhile, her hips bucked and rocked up against, my fingers and my face as her warm musky lust filled my mouth and my tongue fluttered like a hummingbird's wings against her luscious clit to keep her at her peak till she was entirely drained and moaning.

I rolled off, exhausted. She turned on her side and pushed a gigantic breast into my face. "Nurse me, you dirty, wonderful man. Suck it hard! Oh, God, that was simply marvelous." She glanced at Betty, behind the desk. "Hey, look at that – playing with herself. Oh, Betty, I sure am glad you leveled with me about Doc. You weren't kidding a damn bit – he's perfect. And as big as you said he was. So much better than those silly schoolboys." She laughed. "You can have what's left, Betty. Although I'm ready for more now. I haven't been fucked for over two weeks. And never that good!" She pulled her huge tit from my mouth and got up and walked shakily to the desk as Betty came around toward me and the sofa.

"Oh, Daddy-Doc, give me that same big fucking you gave me Saturday," she said as she pressed her firm globular breasts against my chest and then reached up to kiss me. Her tongue pushed itself clear into my mouth and swathed back and forth, up and down, in and out as she ground her smooth thighs up against me. Her hand reached down and grabbed my half-limp cock and slowly squeezed and massaged it. We fell onto the sofa.

"Let's do it different this time. I like variety in my fucking," she said.

"Sure," was my only word to them that afternoon until they were leaving.

I slid down till I was on the edge of the sofa, then lifted and turned her so her back was to me and sat her on my lap, my cock protruding between her white thighs. She rubbed and petted it slowly, gently as I reached around her and cupped both of her hard globes in my hands. I flipped the nipples briskly with my fingers and pressed firmly on her tits as she tantalizingly rubbed the head of my cock and traced her fingernail softly back and forth on the head of it. In no time my tool was rigid and surging and throbbing for action. I pushed her gently forward and spread her thighs apart with my knees so she could rub the head of my big cock back and forth along her already moist cunt. She parted the lips of her snatch with her left hand and wiggled her body down onto the head of my cock. I could feel the snug, firm resistance of her tiny hot cunt slowly yielding to the increasing pressure as she sat slowly down on it. If it had not been for the passionate juices that lubricated the inside of her love nest, she'd have been as tight as a virgin.

"Oooooohhhh, God! That's good, lover. But I'll have to go awful slow – it feels like I'm already stuffed full of cock, and it's only a third of the way in." I rocked my hips up and down a few inches, and each time I did, she would relax a little more, and another inch or so would warmly slide inside her. At this angle I could barely penetrate her, and the firm gripping of her cunt walls nearly drove me crazy. I could feel her slick love juices increasing, too, and knew that she was loving every inch of it. I slid my hand around to just above the shaft of my cock, found her clit, and moistening the tip of my finger at the lips of her cunt, began to stroke the pink button. She started throwing her hard, round ass all over my lap, and I could feel the point of my cock touching the tip of her womb on each down stroke of her body. Then she stayed pressed close to my lap and began rocking back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, grinding my shaft into the heart of her young love nest. The muscles of her cervix rubbed my glans with soft, fiery friction till I was ready to scream with exquisite delight. Her soft panting had turned into talking and almost shouting: "There, there, oh, yes, Daddy, fuck it, fuck it hard, oh, yes, grind it in me, more, more, oh, yes, don't ever stop, I'm coming, Daddy, I'm coming, arrghhh! Ooooohhhh, Jeee-susss!"

My loins were surging, and I could feel the throbbing pump, pump, pump of my cock against the very end of her snug cunt as I shot a load into her that almost lifted her off my lap. She kept grinding and whimpering until every last drop was milked from the head of my willing and eager cock. I lay back, completely pooped, and she slumped languidly back onto my chest, my wilted cock in her well-drowned and fiery cunt. We lay there, panting, and then I could feel the soft, warm contractions of her cunt start to massage and invigorate my cock. Snapping pussy always has aroused me, and she'd learned the trick of contracting and relaxing her snatch muscles until it felt like a warm mouth or hand was squeezing the full length of my shaft. I could feel it beginning to arouse once more. Then she jumped up off my lap and grinned impishly. "I shouldn't do that to you, Doc – it's Linda's turn. And anyway, I'll be too sore to walk if I get all I want." She turned to Linda. "C'mon, honey, I told you I'd share the goodies with you. There's enough for all, I think."

As I lay on the sofa trying to catch my breath and relax. Linda loomed up over me, and it seemed the whole world consisted of a pair of perfect tits, attached to a young girl. She leaned down and pressed them together and thrust both nipples into my mouth at once. I knew what to do with them, and as my tongue flashed rapidly across their tips, Linda's little hand reached down for my semi-rigid tool. As she felt its tumescence increasing and its firmness growing, she stepped back.

"I like a little variety, too, don't forget. How about eating me up, Doc, and Betty can blow you at the same time? Sound okay?" Linda asked. She lay down on the sofa, on the edge, almost on her back, and lifted her long, slim legs back far enough to mash her wondrously full tits, and said, "Come and get your lucky lunch, Doc."

I knelt before her and gazed admiringly at the teensy little pink slit that was barely covered with blonde hair. It didn't look big enough to admit a finger, much less a ten-inch cock, but I'd soon warm it up enough to take all I had and give her all she wanted. As I was looking so admiringly at Linda's young pussy, I felt Betty lie down on the rug, face up, and wriggle between my hips so she could position herself under my half-hard cock. I felt her hands cup my balls and stroke my prick gently as I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up and down the outer lips of baby Linda's sweet cunt. Suddenly I felt the electric touch of Betty's moist tongue on the head of my cock, and I impulsively dove my mouth and nose into Linda's snatch. Tongue stiff, I raked up and down the wet lips of her cunt and they parted willingly before my onslaught. The sweet, apricot taste of her young pussy drove me wild, and I went searching with my lips for her clitoris. Ah, there. Its rigidity and pungent, delicate smell made me even hornier, and I fastened tightly to it with my lips as my tongue roamed happily over and around the responsive little button. I could hear Linda's sighs of delight, and felt the tightening response of her inner thighs along my ears as her passionate young body answered my silent call of love.

I let my hips sink down a little at the urgent pull of Betty's hands on my back, and felt her try to take the entire shaft in her mouth, her hot little tongue twisting and squeezing and sponging the length of my tool, her cheeks and jaws working overtime to contain the rigid muscle. In no time all three of us were in our own private heavens, delighting in our individual fantasies and reveling in the succulent satisfactions of both giving and receiving a lot of love and happiness. The more I thought about the tender bodies and lusts of these two girl-women that surrounded me, the wilder my passions got. Delicious, young, satisfying, overeager, tasty tiny morsels – true Paradise on earth.

"That's three, oh, God, three, yes, Daddy, keep it up, oh, don't ever stop, yes, yes, oh, Christ, again, that's four," Linda was moaning and talking. "Oh, Jeee-susss! I'm coming again, Daddy, that's five! Arrrrgghhhh! I can't take any more! Quit! No, no, I didn't mean it – keep it up. Oh, God, I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, Doc. There, there, one more, yes, eat me, eat me, more, more. There!"

With her sixth orgasm, I pumped Betty's face so full of my come that she gagged trying to contain it and my big cock both, and some spilled down her cheeks and neck. She grabbed my hips and sucked the last drop out with her vacuum cleaner cheeks and lips. I just rolled over on the rug, off her, and lay there, panting and smiling. Betty leaned over, petted my cock a moment, and licked up the last couple of drops that came seeping out with what I figured would be my dying twitch. Linda was lying on the sofa with her eyes shut and her hands gently massaging her over-nibbled cunt.

"Oh, Lord, I've come two or three times in an evening before, with different guys, but never, no never have I had such a one-tripper. God Almighty, once I started coming, and you kept nibbling my clit that way, I thought the top of my fucking head was going to melt right off, Doc. Hell, I couldn't take any more, but I didn't want you to quit, either. I was going insane, I thought. But I am sure spoiled now, I'll tell you. I'd read about multiple comes, but thought they were just kidding. Whew! You've got me hooked for life, Doc. But what are Betty and I going to do with just little boys now?" she asked.

"Don't worry about that for a while," I told her. "We'll be making it for quite a while, is my guess. Then you'll just have to get a young boyfriend and teach him what you want and how to do it. Shouldn't be too hard for you girls, as pretty and sexy as you kids are. But as I said, I intend to work on you and keep you happy for a long time. But remember, this is all top secret – we don't want to blow the whole deal, do we?"

"Hell, no, Doc. I just want to blow your prick. Every chance I get. Damn, this afternoon has been the greatest!" Betty said.

"Well, your hour's up, so we've got to get dressed and look like doctor and patient now. What a shame," I said.

Betty's mother picked the girls up a few minutes later and Linda said she had just read the magazines in my lobby while I was counseling Betty. "See you Wednesday, Doctor," Betty said quietly and demurely as she left.

CHAPTER THREE

I eyed Mrs. Walker up and down casually. No woman was dressed like that unless it was bait for something further. Her tight skirt limned her full, voluptuous asscheeks very beautifully, and the wide belt cinched tight around her tiny waist only accented the wonderful pair of tits that peeked roundly and firmly out above her sheer, low-necked blouse. I judged her to be about thirty years old. We entered my office and I commenced taking down her medical history.

Thirty-seven years old. I raised an eyebrow and complimented her on her youthful appearance. Widowed since eighteen, never remarried. Et cetera.

I asked her problem. A vaginal discharge – minor, but annoying. I asked her to go into the examining room and disrobe. While she was preparing herself, I got the instruments together for a pelvic examination, then knocked and entered. She was as altogether exciting as I'd anticipated. If I went for mature women, I'd have gone for her.

I placed her feet in the examination table stirrups, and casually continued my questioning of Mrs. Walker. Periods? Regular. Just recently she'd noticed this problem. Intercourse? Not regularly – in fact, none for over seven years. I began to probe, and entered her cunt with K-Y-Jellied forefinger, only to discover that once I'd parted her cunt lips, my finger would enter barely to the first joint. Her small exclamation of pain as I attempted to probe deeper made me halt. I completed the examination with a Q-Tip swab and visually. She dressed and we went to my office for a consultation. I explained to her that nothing appeared to be infected or organically wrong, and that I'd give her a prescription for a douche that would alleviate the minor problem she had.

"I can't take a douche very well, Doctor," she said. "Every time I do, I get so, so, well, aroused I guess you would call it, that I'm afraid I'll faint."

"Very frankly, Mrs. Walker, your problem is about 90% psychological. You are at your most sexually mature age, and going without, intercourse, or other natural releases that your body and mind need, has built up a reservoir of passion within your mind and body both to the point where any stimulation whatever will release a wave of satisfaction. Don't you have a steady boyfriend or even an acquaintance with whom to get release?" I asked.

"No, Doctor. For two reasons: one, this damned small town is too gossipy and I can't afford it. Second, as you probably noticed earlier, I'm so small that intercourse is too painful with a man, unless I got a man who was a mouse," she laughed. "And that wouldn't be much of a man, would it? And frankly, men just don't interest me that much. They're too demanding and bossy. I've lived alone so long that I prefer to be the boss and have control of any situation."

I smiled, thinking rapidly. "I might have just the solution, Mrs. Walker. You would have to trust me implicitly, and nothing must go beyond this office. Now, if you can be completely honest with me and with yourself, I'm certain I can fix you up in every way. Promise?" I asked.

She nodded vigorously. "What did you have in mind, Doctor?"

"A young boy. That way the size would be compatible, and your emotional needs that you require would be satisfied. What do you think of that idea?" I asked her.

"That would be great," she answered. "Because I have a son that is nineteen now – he's in the Army – and all the time he was growing up I watched it develop, and just got a craving for a clean tender young boy to make love to. I never did bother my son, of course," she hastened to add, "but, God, the thrill I got just studying his tiny penis developing. That might be the answer." Then her face got clouded over. "But where can we find one we can trust in this lousy small town? Do you know of someone, Doctor? I will trust you completely."

"Fine, Mrs… Walker. You be here in my office at 4:30 Thursday afternoon," I told her.

"Call me 'Sally', Doc. This sounds promising. If it does work out, I'll be forever grateful," she said as she left.

Half an hour later my office bell rang and I went out. A man of 40-45 was standing there, nicely dressed.

"Doctor Brentner? My name's Wilson. Harold Wilson. You are working with my boy Tony. Remember him? I wanted to talk to you about that for a moment if I could, Doctor."

I showed him back into my office and we sat down and lit our cigarettes. "First thing, Mr. Wilson," I told him, "anything whatsoever that Tony has told me of a personal nature, or of an intimate mental or emotional facet of his life or feelings, I will not divulge – to you, to his mother, to the law, or anyone else. If we can discuss items of a general nature, or you wish a report on his prognosis, or his progress from time to time, that's okay. I realize you are probably paying my fees for Tony, but he is still my patient, and his personal welfare and improvement is my primary concern. Understood and agreed, Mr. Wilson?" I asked.

"Fair enough. In fact, it's nice to know you can be trusted so completely to protect him. I guess that somewhere along the line I must have failed as a father, or he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in this scandal we had. I know he was very impressed with you, Doc. He told Ma 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 quims and me and Ma never even suspecting he knew about the birds and bees, much less pussy."

"Oh come now, Wilson. How old were you when you got your first taste of it – fourteen or fifteen?" I asked.

"Thirteen." He grinned. "She was twenty-two. I was staying one weekend with a school buddy that lived out on a farm, and they had a hired gal that was puttin' out like a mink. She broke me in."

I raised my eyebrows at him.

"And how many young girls did you 'break in' in the next six or eight years? Don't answer – I'll bet you'd have to count them up. Remember, Wilson, this is just doing what comes naturally. Everybody enjoys a piece that's young, naive, innocent and tender. We love to show off our knowledge and experience, and to have our experience and talents appreciated. And generally the younger ones are more susceptible and naive, so they get conned into it the first time, find out how great it is, and the cycle starts around again."

"Every older guy likes to think he's young enough to get some beautiful young chick and sweep her off her feet – inflates his ego. Don't forget, too, that it's easy for a tender girl to fall for an older guy – the first hero, the first male love she had was her father. But since that's a taboo, and incest is no-no, she's very vulnerable for an older man to substitute for the father image. Personality transference, we call it."

"I know for a fact, too, that incest is commoner than you'd think. Daddy can't keep his hands off young girls, and if there's none available except his daughters, well, so… There's a lot of it in the case histories. In fact, Wilson, to be perfectly frank about it, I think you actually envy your son Tony's getting all that young stuff. Be honest, now, man."

He met my gaze a few seconds, then smiled. "Well, to be perfectly frank, hell, yes. I know how many were in the sex club, and who most of them 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 screwin' 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 are 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. Well, I'll be going, Doc. Thanks a lot for explaining a lot of things. I think you're right about all that stuff you covered." He stood up. Just then my office bell rang to notify me of someone in the lobby, and I told him to wait a moment, that I'd be right back.

I was surprised when I went to the lobby. "Why, Linda, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you have waited and come with Betty tomorrow?" I chided her.

"But I couldn't wait, Doc," she replied. "I need some good fucking in the worst way. Please!" And when she was smiling like that, and thrust those mountainous tits toward me, I could feel the heat rising in my crotch. "Okay," I said, "c'mon." And led her into my examining room. "I'll just be a second, honey. You get comfortable," I told her, and headed into my private office, where Harold Wilson was still waiting.

"Harold, you just listen for a second," I said. "Everything in life is a gamble, and I'm going to gamble on you right now. I think – in fact, I'm sure – that you're exactly the same kind of guy I am. I know your mind, your motivation, and so forth, from talking to you. Now, you can blow my license, my career, and my freedom if you want, or you can join me, and have the pluperfect time of your ever-lusting life," I told him.

"What the hell are you talkin' about, Doc?" he asked.

"Well, Linda – Linda Paulson – just came into the office, and if I slide this pass-through window back about an inch, like this" – I did, to show him how – "you're going to see illustrated what you and I were discussing a few minutes ago. And I can and will cut you in on it: deal?" I asked.

"Jesus Christ! That little broad with the big knockers? Hell, I've got to see this!" Harold said.

"Fine," I replied. "Just remember – not a 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 had already disrobed and was sitting anxiously on the edge of the examining table, stroking her thighs and breasts eagerly. God, I thought, as I started getting undressed, what a magnificent body for such a young girl. Her hands cupped under her fantastic boobs and bounced them up and down as she waited impatiently for me to get my clothes off.

"Hurry up, Doc," she pleaded. "I've got to be home in an hour, and I need some loving the worst way."

She lay back on the table as I advanced, naked, toward her. I stood alongside and let my hands wander across her beautiful upthrust breasts that quivered under my touch, and 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 titties, she stroked my tool slowly and lovingly and murmured, "Ooooh, that feels good, Doc. Now slowly, remember I'm just a baby."

"Yeah, and what a baby!" I replied, lowering my kisses down across the smooth flat tummy toward her tender crotch. My right hand softly wandered up and down her firm thigh as my mouth descended into her blonde cunt hairs, and she let her thighs spread apart slowly, then lifted her knees to permit the entrance of my tongue in her tiny pink clit. Oh, the taste and soft, velvety texture of this entrance to Paradise! 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 large tits, so that I could get a clearer shot at her pussy. I slid my tongue up and down the slickly sweet entrance of her snug 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 and my lips and tongue found her sensitive clit on the first try. I felt her young frame shudder with delight at the tickling sensation that penetrated her when I hit home plate. She moaned and slid further down on the table so that I could get more and more, further and further in her. She was getting so hot that fluids started dripping from her yummy box 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 it was doing to me! My cock was standing out in its full ten-and-a-half inches, and I knew it was going to have to be satisfied, and damned soon, one way or the other. The panting young girl solved my dilemma for me. "Oh, Jesus, Doc, put it in me – I've got to feel all that great big rigid shaft up in me. Please, I've got to have it now, Doc. Now," she pleaded.

I stood up and she slid down to the end of the examining table so that her asscheeks were barely on the edge, then lifted her legs high up again, and the open, inviting tiny cunt was exactly at cock level. I rubbed the head of my dick three or four times on her dripping pussy to get some lubrication, then poked just the head of it in. I could feel the tremor through her body as the hugeness of it was stretching her tiny cunt. I waited, and rested with just the head inside her snug box.

She took a couple of real deep breaths and smiled. "C'mon, lover, slip it to me. I can take it – just go a little slow till I get used to it. That's the biggest cock I'ver had. Or even seen. But go ahead now, Doc, I'm ready." She was pushing her hips up to me as she said it.

I slid another couple inches in, then pulled back to just the head, then pushed till 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 as I prodded more and more meat into her willing but oh, so tiny cunt, and the hot gripping warmth of her young snatch was driving me crazy.

She let out a couple of "Oh!'s" and moans as I was getting nearly all of my tool into her, but her smile just got brighter than ever, and the heat of her passionate body released more and more juices to glide around my cock that was filling her so tremendously. Then it was all in, and with long, slow and even strokes I filled her snug cunt and her lustful dreams.

"Oh, damn, Daddy, that's good. Right there, yes, more, more, stuff me clear full of that wonderful cock," I heard her say. "Don't ever stop, lover, never, ever. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Now! Clear in me, clear up in me, darling! Oh, I'm coming! There, oooooohhhhh!! Oh, Jeee-susss! That is good!" Her yells and encouragement had brought a load up from my gut in a surging, pulsing spasm that I let shoot up in her just as she got her big come, and with my cock clear in her, there was hardly room for it to spurt out of the head of my tool into her hotly snug womb-mouth. My big dick was staying hard because of the gripping of the slick snug walls of her cunt that already was squeezing and grabbing in spasms as heat waves racked her sweet body.

I pulled my cock from her quivering cunt and stepped back. "Whew! That was a goodie, Doc. But look at that – didn't I satisfy you?" she asked.

"Hell, yes," I replied. "It's just that it's always ready and willing and able." She knelt down in front of me and wrapped her sweetly hot mouth around the head of it, with her little hands gripping and massaging the shaft.

After a minute she quit and said, "As long as you're still up and ready, how about another ride, Doc, with a little variety? I like variety, and I'm willing to learn anything you ever want to teach me."

I agreed, and led her to the other end of the examining table, and had her bend over the end of it, braced on her hands and forearms. I reached around her to cup one of those magnificent globes and tweak the nipple while my other hand stroked her thighs and still-wet little cunt. I laid the shaft of my cock up against the slick slit and nudged gently. She reached back under her crotch and then guided the head into her pussy. She grunted with the exertion necessary to take it at that angle, so I pushed it into her very slowly. I could feel a whole new set of muscles grabbing and grinding in her almost virginal cunt and without my weight upon her, I just let her rock back and forth on the rigid shaft and help herself to however much cock she needed and wanted. The freedom it gave her was appreciated, I guess, because her ass began stroking backward and forward, rotating left and right and up and down. She was having a ball, and all I had to do was to stand still and get satisfied. With one hand she had in a minute found her own clit and was rubbing and pinching it, and 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 full of cock – and then when it was moistened, I spread her hard round asscheeks apart with my left hand, and twisted my finger into the tight, tiny rosebud of her crinkled asshole.

She hesitated in her fucking for a moment as it 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 punching, and when they were both clear in, I could feel the long shaft of my cock through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her asshole. I pushed my cock clear in and held her up tight against the end of the table, then began massaging my cock with my fingers. The intervening wall felt as thin as a cockrubber, and I knew that all her nerve endings were getting stimulated, both fore and aft. Her sharp intake of breath when I rammed it clear in at this angle told me that she was stuffed full and overflowing with meat, and the squirming that was starting to move her body told me that she was enjoying the tactile thrill that accompanies having both the cunt and anus satisfied. Then I held my fingers still and stiff, clear in, while I very slowly and gently let my cock slide in and out a few inches. Then I spread my fingers and flipped them rapidly as I really reamed her tiny cunt with my tool. In no time I could feel her extreme arousal, and hear it, too.

"Oh, Keeee-rist! Daddy, what're you doin'? Don't stop, whatever it is. My God, it feels like I'm on fire, front and back, oh, yes, oh, yes, do it more. Oh, there, there, there!" She almost screamed as another orgasm racked her young body and left her lying limp and face down on the table.

I took this opportunity to glance over my shoulder at the sliding partition. Wilson had it open and was almost drooling at the sight. I'd have bet he was jacking off in my office while we were fucking in the examining room. I went back to my work. Work? Hah! My heaven.

"Like that, Linda?" I asked.

"You know it, Doc. Jeez, I'd never had anything in the back door before. I'd always heard just the queers used that. But oh, boy, it sure tickled, and, God, it felt like my ass and my cunt were all one – just sorta melted and all run together, I couldn't tell where it was the best. Boy, you sure know variety, Doc, but I guess I asked for it," she said.

"Well, Linda, how would you like to really have a ball. Some real variety?" I asked.

"Just name it, boss!" she replied. "With you. I'll try anything. You're the doc." She laughed at her own pun.

"Okay, honey. I'm going to put it in your anus. It'll hurt some the first time – same as when you lost your hymen, or cherry, but I guarantee you'll love it. Are you game, angel?"

"I don't know, Doc. Goddam, that's awful big. But we can try. Don't hurt me too much. But that sure did tickle when you were in there before."

I bent her over the table face down and played with her cunt until it was juicy and slick again. I dipped two fingers into her box and slid them slowly up her rectum. I admonished her to relax, let her muscles go, and then inserted a couple of fingers from my left hand into her hot and melting cunt. The four fingers stroked and rubbed each other through the flexible membrane between the two cavities, and I could feel her body respond to this erotic stimulation. Her hand had reached around behind her butt so she could grasp 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 my strokes with my fingers, her hips and body were responding and weaving and writhing against my petting hands. I withdrew my fingers from both orifices and my cock from her hand.

I nudged the head of my cock against the pitifully tiny rosebud entrance to her rectum and rubbed it lightly there a couple of times. "Ooh, that tickles," she laughed. My mouth was practically drooling at the sight of those firm round young asscheeks staring me in the face, so I very liberally lubricated my cock with saliva and guided it with my right hand to the little entrance that was to be pierced. My left hand steadied her ass as I rubbed my slick spit up and down the crack of her little ass. "Now, relax, honey," I told her. "I'll just put one inch in, then we'll rest, then a little more. I won't hurt you any more than I can avoid, believe me."

"I trust you," she said.

I rubbed the knob several times against the entrance, then pushed gently but firmly. It wouldn't penetrate one millimeter. I told her to relax, and slid a finger in and stroked rapidly. As I felt her taut muscles loosen, I then suddenly switched cock for finger and jammed about three inches of cock into her before her sphincter muscles grabbed and halted my entry. The excruciatingly tight grip actually prevented my going either forward or backward. She looked over her shoulder and tears were in her eyes.

"God Almighty, Doc, you're tearing me in two. Take it out. I can't take it that way – you're too big. Doc, honest, I can't. Please don't hurt me any more. I'll suck you off, or fuck you to death, but you're killing me this way. Please."

I stood perfectly still. Then I stroked her body, being very careful not to move my tool at all. "Now, relax, Linda, you've already had the worst. The diameter is what gets you – it doesn't matter how far in it goes. It isn't like your cunt, that has a top end. Hell, you can take a foot and a half of cock up the ass, once you get used to the spread of your ass muscles. Just relax, and I promise not to put another inch in until you say so. You didn't give up this quick when you got fucked the first time, I bet." I felt her tight ring of muscle slowly loosen its grasp upon my tumescent cock. "That's it, honey. Now if it hurts just a little too much, say so, and I'll stop. I am going to pull it out an inch, push it in two inches, out an inch, in two more inches, and you'll see, and you will find out, that you'll love it. Trust me."

"It doesn't hurt so much, now I'm relaxed," she conceded. "I'll try. Just go real slow, and stop if I holler, won't you?"

"Sure, honey. Hell, I want you to learn to like it, and I'm sure you will. It's just that you're losing your ass-cherry. I'll be as gentle as possible," I told her.

I withdrew an inch and felt her spasm of tightening, and then I stopped and felt her relax again. I slowly shoved a couple of inches further into her, and felt her sphincter grab again. I stopped. It was all I could do to stop, to keep from ramming every mother-loving inch of my hard cock into her virginal anus and really rape this tiny asshole of this young maiden. But I held off, applied a little more saliva to my shaft, and eased another couple inches into her. Whenever I stopped, I could feel that tight ring relax, and then I'd slip another inch or two into her, until I felt the grab around my shaft.

By now I had about two-thirds of my ten-plus inches in her, and felt she was ready for some fucking. As I withdrew it almost to the hilt and head, I felt the vibration of her responsive body, and knew that the sensitive nerves of her ass were being tickled. I slowly but steadily pushed my cock its entire length into the tiny orifice and heard her sharp intake of breath as she absorbed the full impact of it. Once it was all the way in, I reached around in front of her and gently searched for and found the pink button that was standing so eagerly at the top of her young cunt. I rubbed her clit gently while holding my tool all the way in her ass, and felt her slow response. I withdrew my cock to the head and plunged in again, a little faster and harder, all the while massaging her clit with one hand and kneading a firm, full handful of tit with the other.

"Oooohhh, that's good, Daddy-Doc, oh, yes, oooppps!" [As I pushed it in to the hilt again.] "Yes, that tickles, oh, that feels so good, yes, do it, do it, stuff me clear full of ooooohhhhh, God, that's a lot of cock, Doc. But it's getting better, and I can feel it clear up inside my gut. Jee-suss! It feels like you're comin' out my throat," she moaned.

Her eager acceptance, and willing enthusiasm for the assfuck was arousing me even more than usual, and my penetrating shaft was pulsing and pounding in the tightly gripped ring of her young asshole, and it was all I could do to keep from coming. I gazed down the length of the baby teenager's beautifully smooth, white-creamy body, the tiny waist accentuating the full flare of her sensuous hips and the hard round balls of her asscheeks backed up to my pubic hairs when my shaft was all the way in. Then as I backed out for another stroke, the way her rubbery anus clung to my cock as if reluctant to part from it, and all the time I could feel the warmly moist flow of her hot cunt in my hand as her passions and lust increased with the balling.

Linda was enjoying it more and more as the snug muscles of her anus grew used to and could accommodate the huge prick. She was moving around and moaning and whimpering with ecstasy and desire, and continually begging for "more cock, lay in more cock" as I stoked her fires with my fuel. I looked over my shoulder toward the wall, and released her tit long enough to wave to Harold Wilson to come in with us. It took him almost seven seconds to appear, naked and with a hardon preceding him like a knight's lance.

I stopped fucking Linda for a moment and told her, "Hey, honey, we've got company. You said you liked variety. Well, let's have some."

She looked around, saw Wilson, and actually blushed! I pushed him up toward her head, and told her, "Go ahead, darling, suck him off – it's okay." She was already reaching for his cock as I told her, and I saw her tiny mouth and darting pink tongue envelop the head of his cock as he stood alongside 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 back and forth the length of his cock, I knew the furious tongue-lashing his knob was getting inside her baby cheeks – Linda was enthusiastic as well as talented – and I figured it would only be moments before he blew his load.

"Wait a minute. Stop the party!" I said. "I've got a helluva good idea."

As Linda took her mouth from Harold's cock, he let fly at that exact moment. She made a grab for his tool and let the last half pour into her mouth, sucking and swallowing for all she was worth. After a minute she came up for air, licking the spilled come from her lips and chin. "Damn, Doc, you know how I love the taste of jism, and you made me lose half of it," she pouted. Harold was explaining that he couldn't have held off another second if his life depended on it, and sounded apologetic. He looked down at his now-limp rod and figured the party was over.

He didn't know Linda. As she gently and softly and casually stroked Harold's cock, she said, "Tell us what your new idea is, Doc." Already Harold's cock was growing rigid again. Mine was still in full glory, buried in her tiny asshole. I slid slowly 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 double-balling like you've never dared dream of, Linda. Okay?" I asked. She said it sounded fine to her, and she and I, still joined like one person, slid off the table and stood up, my cock buried to the hilt in her snug rosebud of an anus.

"Let's go into the office, on the sofa there. It'll be better 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 gut muscles, and she nearly got her ass pumped full of come before we got to my office. I held her back on my prong by the simple expedient of reaching around her and hauling back on her bouncy huge jugs, which didn't help my self-control any, either. In the office, I had Linda and me back up and sit down on the sofa, with her on my lap and still stuffed with my harden. Harold knelt in front of Linda and couldn't take his horny gaze away from the tiny pink slit that looked only an inch long between her thighs.

"Kiss it, Mr. Wilson," Linda told him, and spread her legs apart as far as she could. "I was going to, my baby darling," he said, and proceeded to pull her tender lips apart and slip his tongue into her warm and eager cunt. When he hit her clitoris, I could hear his lapping and slurping sounds as he sucked furiously and happily on the responsive and sensitive button. She, in turn, answered with her vibrant young body, twisting and turning and moaning and thrusting her hips further into his face, then backing away as the exquisitely sensitive pain-pleasure got too strong. Every time she was backing away, she wag impaling herself deeper on my cock.

Linda could take it no longer, "Put it in me, Mr. Wilson, fuck me. Now! Hurry!" she pleaded. He lifted his face from her cunt, his mouth and chin dripping with her fluids, his eyes alight and shiny and happy, and hunched higher up over her. She reached down, grabbed his now stiff prick, and rubbed the head up and down her slick, deliciously slimy crack a few times, and parted her lips. She placed his knob at the snug, pink entrance, and started to push.

"Oooooohhh, God, that's tight. Take it easy," she said. I told her it was mainly because her whole interior was already stuffed with cock from the back door, and it had distended the walls of her vagina.

Harold was not to be denied, and could no longer control himself with those firm bounteous breasts jiggling in his face and the tightly warm wetness of her young cunt gripping his cock. He jammed forward with all his weight, and I felt the smooth hardness of his cock against mine through the thin membrane walls that separated our two entrances into her.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," she moaned. "Oh, yes, that's good, Goddam, it feels like all the cock in the world is stuffed up in me. Oh, that's wonderful." Her writhing and enthusiasm was contagious, and as Harold would pull back to take a stroke, she'd follow him with an upthrust of her firm young hips, which would stroke my cock almost out of her ass, then when Harold plunged into her and she sank back under his onslaught and got my rigid ten-plus rammed into her to the hilt. It was crowded up in there, but Jesus! There's never been a baby girl as tight and as happy as Linda. She was enjoying the hell out her double-balling, so I just let my mind go, and felt the tension in my loins rising. I knew 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 ecstasy was already tearing Linda apart from reality, and that she, too, would peak and very possibly pass clear out soon from joy.

Harold was hollering that he was coming, and Linda was talking to him, to me, to herself, which encouraged everyone to faster action, and I felt the grandaddy of all big comes approaching. Harold shot his load off first, and I could feel the surge of it through the stretched tight lining between us, and Linda nearly went insane as she thrust and pushed and pumped to get it all rammed in her so she could milk him dry. Her furious gestures with her butt and body brought mine on faster, and I lay back and let her plunge up and down my cock's full length as surge after surge of come pulsed out of my cock and filled her hot, wet asshole. The pounding of my liquids nearly threw her off my lap, but Harold's weight, lying flat on her as he nibbled her tits, and her determination to absorb all my juices kept my cock from escaping. I felt the tight spasms of her ring as she insisted on holding my cock in.

It was five minutes before any of us could move. Then Linda went to the bathroom, got cloths and towels, and cleaned Harold and me up. We just lay there, side by side on the sofa, pinning at each other.

"Doc," he told me, "that has got to be the most perfect piece of ass I've ever had. I'd never have believed it. And I'll tell you something – I'd jacked off twice while I was watching you two earlier. My God, man, how do you keep it up? Just looking at that young cunt damn near makes me blow. Keee-rist! She's tender and delicious! But you know – I wonder if she's retarded? I know for a fact she's only in eighth grade."

Linda returned to overhear his last remark, "Hell, no, I'm not retarded. I'm in my right grade – I'm only thirteen. Actually, I won't even be thirteen till next month. I'll bet you didn't know that, did you?" she said.

"Twelve fucking years old!! Holy Christ! We'll never get out of jail if anyone hears about this!" Harold was almost screaming.

"Precisely," I said. "So if I were you I wouldn't exactly go around broadcasting it, old buddy. And besides, today was just a sample, in ease you're interested in a little more."

"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, twice a week is about it at home."

I told him, "The two greatest and only aphrodisiacs are youth and variety. You had both. Not bad, eh?"

"When can we get together again?" he asked.

"Whoa, not too fast. We have to keep this real cool. I will handle all the appointments and make ail the arrangements. There's to be no – repeat NO – getting any loving except when I set it up. 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, and there'll be no heat on anyone. Agreed?"

They both agreed, and I sent Linda out first. Harold and I had a drink in my office to kill five 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 and appreciation.

CHAPTER FOUR

Promptly at ten next morning Sally Walker came to my office, and less than ten minutes later, as she and I were having a drink in my office, Tony entered. For seventeen, he was tall, handsome, the athletic type, and I noticed the dilation of Sally's pupils as she rather shyly greeted him. I excused myself, saying that I was going to the hotel coffee shop for some late breakfast, that I'd lock the door on the way out, and would be back in an hour.

I went out of my office, opened and shut the outer door and locked it, and tiptoed into my private room, where I could see what was going on. Sally was already taking the initiative. She had walked over to Tony and was kissing him, slowly rotating her pelvis up against his. His arms crept around her as the kissing got more intense, and her hand slid down to where an obvious bulge was already appearing. As she massaged his growing harden, his hands found her buttocks, and he caressed them at first gently, then more fiercely. They broke apart, and she started unfastening her skirt. "Come on, darling, let's get undressed and do it right," she told the boy. He was peeling off his shirt as she said it, and in twenty seconds they were both nude. His hardon had reached its full size as he gazed at her lush round body, and she took him by the hand and led him to the sofa in my office.

"Here, let Mama snuggle up close," she said, and then leaned over him and shoved a huge bounteous breast into his face. "Oh, yes, Tony, darling, nurse me. Suck it, lover, suck it hard. Oh that feels good! Here's the other one – mustn't let it get lonely or neglected. Oh, God, that's wonderful. It just makes me melt all over."

Her hands meanwhile were not idle, and the way she was petting and caressing his small, rigid tool, I was afraid he was going to lose his load before he got the job done properly. But apparently Sally could feel the same thing, for she broke off his tit-sucking and slid off the sofa and knelt before the lad.

"Just lay back now, lover, and let me take care of my baby," she told him soothingly, and gently lowered her head over his boy's shaft.

From my viewpoint, I could see her hot, red tongue flick and dart out and up and down the length of his cock, and saw his body stiffen at the sensuous thrills that she caused his body. His hands reached down between his knees and under her head, and he cupped and gently bounced her full, swinging breasts that hung so temptingly in midair. I could see him pinching her nipples and heard her moan as her mouth parted wider and she engulfed the whole cock. Her long hair flew wildly as her head pumped up and down vigorously, and as her left hand cupped his bag and tickled his nuts, her right arm went around him and pulled him forward so that she could get every millimeter of cock down into her throat. She was whimpering and crooning happily, and then I saw Tony stiffen further, and knew that he was coming. She redoubled her efforts, and I could see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked with tremendous pressure to milk every drop from his spewing penis.

Her "Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm-ing," mingled with the happy cries the boy uttered as she swallowed all his jism and tickle-tongued his shaft to continue his ecstasy. I saw his arms sag, his head loll, and the silliest smile creep over his face as he opened his eyes slowly and gave her a look that was pure love. It was obvious Sally could 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 to her.

She stood up, with her beautiful rounded buttocks toward me, facing Tony, and leaned over to lazily stroke his face with her big, full tits. I saw his hands come around her asscheeks and pull her close, then heard her usual exhortation, "No, wait a second, honey. Let's do this right." She turned around, sat down on the sofa, and motioned to Tony to kneel in front of her. As she spread her thighs, I could see that she had shaved her pussy, and could also see the shiny moisture already forming along the pink slit of her cunt. She put her hands under her knees and leaned back, so that her cunt was pushed high and forward, and Tony leaned slowly down toward it.

"Go ahead, darling," she said softly. "I'll help you. God knows I love and want it done right. First, Tony, just lick the outside crack of the lips, slowly, up and down. No pressure – just barely touch and kiss and caress the slit with the tip of your tongue. Oooooh, yes! God, do you learn quick. Christ! That tickles. Keep it up, honey. Now put your thumbs – hey! Gently – always do everything gently, angel boy. Put your thumbs on each side of the slit and push in and apart."

"See how nice and pink it opens up? Now run your tongue up and down inside slowly, and just keep getting g, little deeper with each stroke. Yes, yes, oh that's perfect lover. More, just keep it up, Tony. 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 and get your started right, then it'll always be good. For both of us. Did you ever eat any pussy before, honey?" she asked him.

"No, but we've talked about it a lot. But then when you blew me – went down on me, I wanted to do the same for you. Is it as good for a woman as for a man?" he asked.

"Better. A woman can come six or ten or twenty times without having to stop and rest and recuperate. Did you like the taste?"

"Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "Sort of like honey and peppermint both."

She laughed. "The peppermint is my douche. The honey is all me and mine. I want to get you addicted to it, my darling. Get that hot tongue of yours back down there and I'll make you an expert and an addict."

Tony lowered his head to her cunt, and her hands lay idly on top of his head. "Now, Tony, right up at the top of the crease, where the lips come together, just below where the slit ends, see that little pinkish-white button? Wow! That's it. Now, just flick the tip of your tongue over it as fast as you can, back and forth, up and down, yes, yes, oooooooooh, that's good. When you get on a woman's clitoris like that, young man, you've got a love slave for life. Keep it up, oh, there, now, now, NOW!!! That was a good one, for a quickie. Feel me tighten up, Tony? I came just then. No spurt, like you fellows, but it does increase the flow of my lubrication juices, so if you feel something dripping, 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 quicker and easier and bigger and better. Now we get back to business. Slide a finger – slowly, remember – always slowly and gently, Tony, inside, while you keep kissing and tonguing the slit 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 – ooooh, you catch on quick, lover. And if your left hand isn't broken, it can reach up and work on my right tit 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 – where your body is just saturated with love and ecstasy."

I watched as she lay back dreamily smiling, her eyes closed, and saw her beautiful body tense, and her hands press her big 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 know you had a harden. But I knew it's aroused 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 lovin'. Okay?" she asked.

Tony grinned, and as she slid further down over the edge of the sofa, he nudged closer to her, so that with him on his knees in front of her, his cock was just level with her opening.

She stroked his cock three or four times up and down her crack to get her lubrication on the head, then she took it and 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, ma'am," he said.

"For Christ's sake, my name is Sally, not ma'am. And you might be in for a surprise," she told him. (I remembered how almost virginal her cunt had been when I examined her in my office last week).

I heard her sharp intake of breath as Tony's cock slid half way in. He paused. "Did that hurt, Sally? You sure are tight – tighter than the girls we had in the club. What do we do?" he asked.

"Just go slow and easy, darling. I can take it all, but it will have to be very gradually, that's all. Now go ahead, but real carefully, Tony." She relaxed and lay back encouragingly.

The boy leaned over her and I could see his ass slide slowly toward her as he pushed his little five-inch cock into her receptive cunt. When it was clear in, and their pubic mounds were touching, her arms crept around him and they lay tightly joined. I could hear her humming and moaning as tiny-tight twat was filled to its capacity by young kid's cock.

Her hands roved idly and gently down across the small of his back till they reached his ass-cheeks, when she gripped him tightly and slowly began to rotate her pelvis and hips. I knew instinctively that her hot cunt was laving and massaging his tool inside of her, and their mutual cooing and whimpering blended into a thoroughly happy sound. I watched them and could see that Tony was getting awfully close to another come at his thighs and leg muscles tightened and stiffened. Then, as she gave three or four sharp forward bumps with her crotch, he came, and the soft look of ecstasy spread over her face as she felt his warm juice surge into her overheated cunt in spasmodic twitches. As he then slumped, spent, across her body, she gripped him hard and kept his now limp and decreasing cock within her, and I could tell from the jerking and tightening of her inner thigh muscles that her pussy was snapping and milking him for the last tiny drop of his come. The rocking of his head on her breast and the soft moans that came from him told me that this had undoubtedly been the biggest and best come 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 who was a mother-substitute, and Sally, delighted to have the fucking she so badly needed, and of a size that her tiny pussy could handle, plus the emotional satisfaction of having her only son replaced by another young boy, but who wasn't taboo incestuously. All things considered, it had been a very therapeutic session for both of them, although they both were primarily after the physical, sexual satisfaction, I was sure. The mental and emotional benefits were merely serendipity for them.

I tiptoed out of my private office, through the lobby, and opened and slammed the front door, to let them think 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 fiddling with some papers and charts when they walked in smiling ten minutes later.

I glanced up at them and told Tony to go on out by himself, reminding him that he had another "counseling session" day after tomorrow.

He grinned. "Yes, sir! I won't forget my appointment." He threw Sally a big grin. "And I'll never forget this one, either, Sally. Thanks a million, I think I love you, Sally."

"Don't ever let your crotch overrule your brain, you handsome little stud," she laughed. "See you Wednesday."

"Doc," Sally 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 $48.12 in the bank."

"But seriously, Doc, I'm really indebted to you for knowing what I needed and handling it all so smooth. 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 small favor to ask of you, though, if it isn't too much. Alice Springs, the librarian, had 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 track meets, and so on, and meet these young athletes on the downtown streets and somehow get them 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 kids are really rather square and bashful, especially with an older woman. She's thirty-six, looks a little 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 have continued the sex later with a few of them – they became fairly competent, she said – but she didn't dare. She always gave them a phony name and told them she was from Sioux City – two hundred miles from Somerset."

"But anyway, Doc, she loves young stuff, same as me, and I was wondering if you could line her up like you did me. She doesn't even know about today – I promised you I wouldn't tell anyone, and I haven't, but I'd like you to cut her in on the deal if you can. How about it?" she asked.

"I'll see what I can do. Bring her here with you on Wednesday. You'll have Tony, and maybe I can arrange a little happiness 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, promising to bring Alice with her two days later.

At one p.m. sharp on Wednesday, Sally Walker entered my office with Alice Springs, a tall, semi-athletic woman with soft features, a quiet manner, and a truly voluptuous chassis. I told them that the boys should be here any minute, and had them go wait in my examination room. I had an appointment with Betty and Linda for one o'clock also, and wanted to be ready to service their delicious and tender, tight and twitchy bodies.

The door chime announced another arrival; and then Tony and Bill, the latter slightly embarrassed, came in. I told them to go on back to the examining room and make themselves at home, that they'd both have 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 down the hall, and I heard the door open and their simultaneous greetings with their women.

In a couple of minutes, Betty and Linda entered the office, and with them was a carbon copy of Linda. They introduced her, after my initial shock of surprise had worn off, as Lucy, Linda's twin sister. Christ, what a happy problem this was going to be, I thought. I had prepared myself mentally and physically to take care of Betty and Linda, and I figured two young teenagers was about my quota for the afternoon. What the hell was I going to do with three of them? Even my perpetual and exaggerated horniness and extreme virility wasn't capable of coping with the concupiscence with which I was now faced. Only one solution. I stepped to the phone, called up Harold Wilson, and told him that I would like him to come on over, as I had three young cunts on my hands and could use some help. From the sounds at the other end of the line, I wasn't sure if he bothered to hang the phone up before he ran out the door. In three minutes the front door chime sounded, 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. "He's the sheriff here in Madison County, Doc." I nearly shit. "But he's with us on this setup, believe me. He was with me and two fifteen-year-olds in Omaha last year, and he digs young cunt the most," Harold went on. I started to breathe again.

"First," I said, "I guess that we'd better arrange some sort of definite plan, so we won't be tripping over each other while we're balling the kids. I'd suggest that you, Harold, take on Betty first, and then he can have Linda, and I'll give a whirl to the new one, Lucy. I've had Betty and Linda already, and Harold has had Linda, so this way we'll all get some variety. You fellows just watch me and take it from there. Let's go," I said.

I led the way into my private office and the three young maids looked up as we entered. "I guess we all know each other, so let's not waste any time on introductions," I said. I walked toward Lucy, and Harold and Betty got together, which left Linda in the sheriff's hands.

"I didn't even know that Linda had a twin sister," I told Lucy as I admired the bounteous rounded breasts that pushed up and out beneath her thin jersey blouse.

"Yes, I'm sort of the shy bashful one. But Linda and I have played around at home, and played with each other, and then when she told me how wonderful and gentle you were with her, I thought I'd kind of like to try it," Lucy said.

"Were you in the high school sex club?" I asked her.

"Oh, my, no," she answered. "I didn't even know when Linda joined, and to be honest about the whole situation, all I know about sex is what she's told me. I'm a virgin, Doctor. Did you think you'd ever see one of those in this horny town, Doc?" she laughed.

"Hell, I've gotten used to seeing anything in this town, Lucy," I told her, caressing her big tits with my roving hands as I talked. I could feel the upthrusting response of her under her blouse, and she snuggled her hips closer to me on the sofa as we petted. She may have been a virgin, but she was certainly willing to finally let go of it. I could tell that this was going to be one hell of an afternoon if she was anything at all like her nympho twin sister. I undid the buttons on the back of her blouse, and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward and let the clothes fall off, and her mountainous twin peaks boomed forth into sight, enough to make a man really gasp.

I took the opportunity of glancing over at the others and saw that Harold and Betty had just gotten stripped and were arranging themselves comfortably in my big leather easy chair. Jim and Linda were sort of sprawled all over the table with its padded top; both nude. I returned to Lucy, unzipping my trousers and shedding them rapidly. My shirt followed immediately, and we soon faced each other completely naked. As I admired her tall figure, slim and firm, and silently lusted after the tender crotch that formed at the top of her sweet white virginal thighs, she spoke: "I know you'll be gentle with me, Doc," she cooed. "Linda said you're bigger but gentler than anyone she'd ever had. And I want to learn to like it – Linda says sex is the greatest thing invented. And she also said you know every way there is. Can we explore, and you teach me everything?"

"Not in one afternoon, angel," I told her. "But eventually you'll get the full treatment, I promise."

Lucy and I sat down on the sofa, and glancing across the room at Jim and Linda, I could understand what they meant by "the long arm of the law" – Jim's cock was clear in Linda's mouth as far as she could take it, and there was enough left over for both of her tiny hands to grasp the base of the shaft. Hell, he must have as much or more than I do, I thought, and I won bets in college and in the Army with mine. Oh, well, there weren't any complaints coming forth from the young girl, so let them work it out. I had all I could take care of here on the couch.

Lucy bashfully and slowly reached over and took my half-hard cock in her hand and began to gently move it up and down. It sprang to full attention immediately under her gentle ministrations, and then she held it more firmly with both small hands. They barely reached around its fullness.

We lay back against the back of the couch, and I cupped a gigantic breast softly but firmly as I kissed her, probing her tender mouth with my tongue. I could feel the instant response as she pushed her breast harder against my palm, and her nipple's erection was immediately obvious. She matched me kiss for kiss, and her hot panting and breathing was accompanied by the writhing of her body. All these soft velvety touches had me on the verge of coming before we even got started on the real action.

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 face, and reached up and stroked and caressed her looming, booming globes, their tiny virginal pink nipples standing firmly erect. Then my hands reached around her smooth buttocks and I slid her further forward on the divan, and gently spread her long marble-white thighs apart. Her tiny, never-before-penetrated cunt was inches from my hungry mouth, and the scanty pubic hairs of this delicious twelve-year-old did nothing to cover the smooth pink-ness of my new target. The clean, sweet smell of her young freshly bathed body permeated my nostrils, and the anticipation of her snug lusciousness almost made me drool.

I lowered my mouth to her tender cunt, and let my hot tongue wander idly up and down the tight crack that beckoned me on. I could feel the tremor and tightness of her loins and thighs as she felt the tickling sensation shoot through her baby body. My tongue roved across the small mons veneris and up and down her inner thighs as I took my time initiating her to the mysteries and the happiness of good thorough sex. After about a minute, I could feel her turning and twisting slightly so as to get my mouth back on her cunt, so I obliged. I had her hold her hands under her knees and pull her legs back, mashing her upper thighs against her mountainous breasts, before my avid mouth.

My fingers tenderly spread the lips of her sweet cunt an inch apart, and the exciting inner redness of her virginal pussy drew my tongue like a magnet. I put the tip of it against her hot slit and massaged her inner lips with my tasting tongue. Her response was both fast and satisfying.

Her, "Ooooooooh, yes, that tickles," and then her moans and total relaxation meant that there would be all the cooperation in the world on this operation. She slid down another few inches on the sofa, indicating that she wanted more. My oral organ was licking and lapping, penetrating an inch or two, waving vigorously up and down her juicy crack. When I came to the top of her sweet slit, I hung there and probed gently for her clitoris. I knew when I found it, for her sharp intake of breath, and the tightening of her legs against my head told me I'd hit home plate. I flicked my tongue tip rapidly up and down and across the baby love button several times, and was rewarded with, "You're driving me crazy, Doc, oooohhhh God-God-God-God Good yes ooooohmigod!" and I backed off as she alternately lunged and went limp.

"Welcome to your first orgasm, Lucy darling," I told her as I lay back and caught my breath. Her panting, heaving chest, its mountains rising and falling rapidly and rhythmically, and her eyeballs rolling back up nearly out of sight, told how good it had been for her.

"Jesus," she whispered, "that was heaven, really truly heaven. I never felt anything in my life that tickled that much. And all over – it felt like my entire body was melting and on fire and exploding. I'm not sure I can take that very much."

"Honey," I told her, "we haven't even really started yet. That was only a sample, a very brief sample. Now you know why your sister loves her sex so much."

"God, yes. I'd always thought that… well, I guess I figured it was good, and lots of fun, but I thought that she was exaggerating. Sort of conning me into trying it. I didn't realize that even with all she explained to me, that she only barely described the feeling. I guess I couldn't describe it either, Doc – my vocabulary just isn't great enough to tell exactly how wonderful it is." She glanced around. "Hey! Look at them."

I looked back over my shoulder at the other two couples busily engaged across the room. Up till now I had been oblivious to them, lost in the thrilling rapture of loving the precious tiny, new snatch of my adorable little Lucy.

I smiled at the happy scene I now viewed. Apparently they'd all had one good fuck while Lucy and I were busy with each other, and now they had formed a quadrangular daisy chain. They looked like a human swastika on the rug: Harold was eating Betty's cunt, Betty was going down on Jim's cock, while Jim was avidly licking on young Linda's pussy while she was gulping and nibbling on Harold's prick. The slurping and bobbing of heads and the happy whimpers and moans formed a semi-musical background for their humping, writhing bodies. I could see that it was just a matter of moments till somebody, or everybody, blew their load, so I just lay there petting Lucy's fabulously firm and huge breasts, while she in turn idly rubbed and massaged my erect cock. We were just relaxing before I introduced her to the next happy phase of her sex education.

As I watched the foursome, and petted with 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 had convinced me that the average woman, as soon as she gets a ring on her finger, tries 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. Every man wants to be a hero – the old male ego asserting itself, so you start picking up young chicks – you're their first love affair, so you're nine feet tall in their eyes, and it's great. Or maybe some dumb kid broke them in, and they've heard or read enough to know that a man is better than a boy, so they fall right into your arms whenever you shake that teenage tree.

I've never, ever, had the least difficulty in filling up a woman's cunt – my tool could take care of Shetland Pony mare. But the snug, firm tight gripping of a young teenage cunt has got to be the greatest thrill on earth. The adoring look in their eyes as they look up at you as if you were God – and you are: you opened the gates to Paradise for them, didn't you? – and their youth and enthusiasm make up for whatever technical skill they might lack. Hell, they learn fast, and you catch them young, you can break them in right, the way you like it. No more sloppy-hipped, pendulous-breasted, half-drunk women, who think they're doing you a big favor by letting you inside their sloppy, no-sides-or-bottom cunt for ten minutes. Not for me. And I've found that most grown men agree with me; and with Plato, who said that the only two true aphrodisiacs are youth and variety. The old philosophers learned it centuries ago, hence the harems of the sultans and sheiks, and the countless scandals that have scorched the history of royalty in the intervening eons.

Virgins I don't particularly seek out. With a cock my size, it takes a helluva lot of careful doing to keep from killing the whole action, but on occasion they are irresistible. And I had a double handful of delicious cooperative virgin now that could stand a lot of working on. I returned to the ecstatic task, and let the foursome on the floor handle – and mouth – their own problem.

"Rested enough, Lucy angel?" I asked, tweaking her small pink nipple.

"Ooooooh, yes. Doesn't yours ever get soft and limp?" she asked, "I always heard that after a boy, a man I mean, was through, that it shrunk all up. Or was Linda just fooling me?"

"No," I laughed. "Generally speaking, you're right. But it depends a lot on the man, and even more on his girl. If she's inspiration enough, and you sure as hell are, Lucy, a fellow can last a long time. Always ready and willing and eager."

"Linda said you had a big one, and I believe it. Look, Doc, with both hands on it like a ball-bat, there's still about four inches sticking up over. How would a girl ever take care of all that?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I kidded her. "Lesson number two is about to begin. Right now. You just keep both of your tiny fists around it like you have them, and then you'll find that your mouth will just about fit over the rest of it. You know how good it was when I was eating you up?" She nodded, smiling. "Well, I had as much enjoyment as you did. Now we switch roles. You're going to make me come by eating me, and I'll bet you learn to like it, too. Go ahead," I told her.

She lowered her head over the glistening head of my shaft, then spread her dainty mouth wide to get the glans inside her little lips. She was practically having to yawn to cover the head of it, and I didn't want to rush her – she should become accustomed to the size of it for a minute first. Her hot breath and the warmth of her inner cheeks and the moisture of her little tongue on the head of my cock started it throbbing and pulsing. It was all I could do to sit still.

"Now," I told her, "just lick your tongue around the head of it slowly, especially on the underside where it's the most sensitive. Yes, that's right, oh, honey, that's good, keep it up. And all the time your mouth is working, you can move your hands up and down on the shaft. Mmmmm, hmmmmm. Yes. Fine, real fine, Lucy. Now move your head up and down slowly, and each time you go down, take another inch into your mouth. Not too far all at once, or you'll gag. Breath through your nose – you're holding your breath, and you can't hold it as long as you're going to be sucking, so breathe slow and deep through your nose, and you won't have a bit of trouble," I told her.

She was following instructions to the letter and, God Almighty, but it was passionate and wonderful. I knew I couldn't hold out very much longer, the way her huge tits were bouncing against me, and admiring the bell-curve of her tiny waistline that melted into a most exciting pair of buttocks, and the snug young mouth massaging my cock so sensuously. I mentally flipped a coin and then decided. I put my hands over her ears firmly and raised her head back up so that only the head of my cock was in her mouth. She stopped her up and down motion of her blonde head when I told her, and I could feel the pulsing surge of my load rushing from my crotch toward the hot wet mouth that tickled and sucked it relentlessly outward. I braced myself, then came, and felt her head jar as the power of the load of sperm shot to the back of her mouth. She followed my instructions to swallow it and keep sucking and swallowing, and as the waves of come lessened, her breathing resumed evenly. I could see a few drops of white that leaked out around her smiling lips, and as I withdrew my staff from her face, she licked them up, for all the world like a cat finishing a saucer of cream. She looked up at me adoringly.

"Wow! When you come, you come, Doc. Like to have blowed my tonsils out. Hey, that was fun, just like you said."

"How'd it taste, honey?" I asked her.

"Delicious. Sort of like warm, melted vanilla ice cream, with just a little too much salt in it. But good. I think if you'd have asked me ahead of time, I wouldn't have wanted to swallow it at all, but now that I know what it's like, I want more," she said.

"And more you shall have, my hungry little princess. But we have other things to do first, little one." I stood up and faced the quartet across the room. "We're going to take a break now. We need a highball and about five minutes rest. Okay?" I asked. They all agreed.

The men and I gathered on one side of the room, sipping whiskey, while the three girls sat on the sofa across, gossiping and chattering. Their main interest seemed to center on whether Lucy was actually having a good time, and I was flattered by occasional snatches of snatch conversation that reached our ears. Very complimentary of old Doc's talents and techniques. We men agreed that I'd set the pace – they were both tickled to death just to get some young cunt and participate in whatever I came 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 tender teenage pussy, that the whole operation was safe from everything except possibly the FBI and the CIA. I'd worry about them later.

"Okay, kiddies, recess is over. Gather around the old teacher now," I joked. They encircled me, and I outlined the program. When I asked if everybody was happy, they indicated that they were all satisfied with their respective partners: Jim and Linda, Harold and Betty. Fine. Now we could go ahead. I explained that, as they knew, we were breaking Lucy in, so things would have to be worked around that premise at first. But anything they each took a notion to do (with their partner's agreement,) they were free to do. I suggested that we play follow-the-leader, and I was to be first leader. They acquiesced, and I led Lucy over to the sofa, the other two couples heading for the desk and the other lounge, positioning themselves so that the men could see me and follow my lead.

I lay Lucy back on the divan and had her hold her fine young legs up and back, pushing her tender twat up toward my face. She peered at me over her mashed mountains of breasts and watched me as I gently and slowly licked the hot pink slit of her tiny cunt. The few hairs around it were still moist from our earlier session, and the "muskiness" that arose from her crease aroused me to throbbing heights.

My finger probed into the slick interior, and at about the second knuckle, met firm resistance. I bumped gently against it, feeling its rubbery tautness, and only hoped she wouldn't bleed too much. I probed and searched until I found the natural opening – very seldom is the hymen completely across the vaginal walls – and slowly wedged my fingertip into it. During the intermission, while we were having our highballs, I had soaked two fingers in an anesthetic, and I was massaging this into the walls of her cunt and across the face of the hymen. I diddled around this way for a full two minutes, to let the deadening effect set in, then gradually pried the flap of skin away from the walls of her pussy. Only a brief and momentary tightening of her thigh muscles and an abrupt intake of her breath indicated that any pain at all had registered, I rested, then inserted both fingers gently up into her cunt, my thumb meanwhile tenderly rubbing the clit that stood shining at the entrance to her diminutive snatch. The pleasurable sensations she felt from that more than overcame the miniscule pain of her ruptured cherry. The two fingers soon had made their way clear in to the knuckles of the back of my hand, and my soothing instructions to relax and don't worry had reassured her. She was aware, from schoolgirl gossip, that losing one's cherry was painful, but I was sure as hell going to see that it was done far more beautifully than the average sophomore does it on the back seat of a hotrod.

"Now, Lucy darling, just relax. If it hurts a bit at any time, just say so, and we'll stop and rest. In fact, I doubt if you'll get over half of it in the first week or so. But we've got lots of time, angel, and I want you to learn to love it, like Linda does," I said.

From playing with her, her juices were flowing, and the passionate pink portals of Paradise were slick with her fluids, so I knelt up close and placed the bulbous head of my tumescent cock between the tiny lips I had spread with my fingers. The wee mouth of her teenage snatch was filled with my glans, and I pushed exactly one inch, no more, then stopped and rested.

She smiled, and said, "I can feel the heat of it all over the inside of me, Doc, give me some more. I can take it. You didn't hurt me, honest. I know you'll be careful – Linda told me how gentle you were with her and, so far, today has just been perfect. Go ahead, Doc honey, fuck me a little more, it's good."

She thrust her young pelvis up toward my cock, and I tenderly slid another inch in. I could feel the tightening of her inner thigh muscles, and knew she must be feeling some pain. I watched her eyes as yet another inch crammed itself into her tiny cunt, and the gripping strength of her inner vaginal walls massaging my cock made it almost impossible to keep from coming. I rested. I could feel her relax and she looked down at her crotch.

"My God, is there still that much to go? It feels as if my guts are crammed full of cock now, Doc. And are you sure you didn't split me? It felt like it there one time. It feels like a telephone pole up in there, but it feels so warm and big and loving, I know we are really gonna have a good time when I get used to it. So go ahead. If I stop, you'll stop, won't you?" she asked.

I reassured her that we'd take plenty of time all the way, and then I withdrew an inch or so and felt her relax, whereupon I pushed rather briskly, and could almost feel the skin peel off my cock from the tight friction of her twelve-year-old virginal cunt as its sides clung protestingly against the additional five inches of penetration. Her sharp intake of breath made me halt my entry into the tiny, cozy cave, and then I withdrew all but the head and slid it back in to where it had been the farthest. After about half a dozen of these half strokes she was smiling, and I knew that between her natural horniness and the flood of lubrication that her eager cunt had released, and the slight numbing of the anesthetic I'd used, that she was getting to love it. Her words reassured my convictions on that point.

"Ooooohhhhh, that's good, lover, so good. Give me a little more, just a little – I can take it. Yes, yes, yes, I love it, Doc, OH! No, it didn't hurt too much, go ahead, I want it all, all, all of that big wonderful tool in me. Yes, there, oh, God, Doc, this is heaven."

I began pushing it further and further in with each stroke, until soon all but an inch or so of my huge dick was disappearing into her tiny crevice with each thrust. One hand was manipulating her breast, bouncing its fullness and tweaking the upthrust nipple, and with the other hand I was thumbing her clitoris with each withdrawal stroke. On the in strokes, the tightness of her little cunt pulled her pink shiny clit inside out of sight as my shaft rubbed it vigorously its full length, and her soft happy sighs at its tickling sensation were building hotter and hotter and hotter fires within me. The continuing thoughts as I gazed at her slim-waisted body containing all of my manly sex, and the jiggling bounteous breasts that limned my horizon, her happy, thrusting, childlike face that was smiling and starry-eyed – these all made me feel like a sexy God, viewing a heaven of my own making. This is what a man wants and needs and loves.

I could detect the first symptoms of her going over the brink of orgasm – the panting, the writhing, the eyeballs rolling, and could feel the gushing of her fluids as her cunt responded to my violent thrusting, and knew that I, too, was about to release a torrent of liquid passion into the baby snatch that gripped my tool so firm and snugly. I was bumping the end of her canal, and could feel the head of my cock tapping the rock-hard mouth of her untouched womb, and I still had a couple of inches left. As our tempo mounted, my hands shifted to her hard round asscheeks and gripped them firmly, pulling her more and more into and onto my rigid cock. She was pushing and thrusting, moaning and whimpering as she drove herself to be impaled further and further on my spike of love.

Then we came.

Wave after wave of my loin juices spurted up into her hot cunt, and I could feel her rock and shudder with the jolting of each crest as it emptied and broke up in her belly. Her small cries of delight mingled with pain spurred me on, and I was wrung dry by her tight cunt walls. No snapping pussy was ever tighter when snapping than Lucy's was when relaxed, and the hotly moist pink linings milked my shaft till I was spent. We lay on the sofa, panting, and I could feel my cock relaxing and diminishing in the dark wet warmth of her private recesses. I glanced down, and saw that my come and her juices were intermingled and slowly seeping from the badly stretched lips that surrounded and held my tool. I withdrew slowly and got to my feet. Lucy could barely close her legs, her muscles were so sore, and standing was out of the question for a few minutes. She just lay there, smiling dreamily, her eyes full of love and warmth, and her hands idly massaging her huge breasts. They wandered down and across her young flat tummy and cupped her crotch. I knew she was gently stroking her clit to get the last vestiges of sensation from her first fuck. I looked across the room at the others.

They lay entwined, each girl with her cunt stuffed full of a grown man's cock, watching us on the sofa. Betty spoke up. "God, Doc, I wish I'd had someone that good and gentle when I lost my cherry. Shit, I had a dumb awkward boy that damned near discouraged me from ever trying it again. What you did was beautiful."

"I really was learning, right along with Lucy," said Harold Wilson. "I've always been a little leery of virgins till now, but hell I'd like one now."

"See? I wasn't kidding you, was I, Lucy?" Linda asked her twin sister.

"By God, if I had a daughter, I swear I'd bring her to you for breaking in, Doc. That was truly wonderful, the way you did it. Come to think of it, I've got a stepdaughter, but I'm not sure if she's a virgin. Can't ever tell, these days," said the sheriff.

Linda laughed. "Oh yes she is, Sheriff. We were all so scared of you that we wouldn't let her into our sex club, and I'll bet you ten to one she's still got her dumb maidenhead. She's hot to learn, and she's been pestering all of us club members, but like I said, we were scared shit-less of you. Till today. But if I'd known you had such a huge beautiful cock, and liked us little girls, we'd have gotten the show on the road a long time ago. Boy, outside of Doc, I've never had such a big total fuck in my life." She laughed and reached up and kissed him. "And I want some more of that before you leave today."

"It's all yours, m'love," the sheriff replied. "Anytime, all the time. Just help yourself."

"You're certainly generous," Linda kidded. "But you've got enough there I guess you can afford to give it away. In fact, just talking about it warms me up. Can I French you, Jim? You just lay 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 work. The sheriff's enormous glans disappeared and with one hand she stroked the remainder of his cock while the other lifted and tickled the huge bag of balls. We could see her cheeks fluttering and moving as her hot little tongue stabbed and rimmed the head of his shaft. Then gradually she lowered her face further and further along the length of his tool as the rapidity of her strokes increased. Jim lay back, alternately tensing and relaxing as the erotically moist warmth of her mouth soothed and excited him. His hands played idly with her mountainous tits that swung back and forth with her exertions. Then her arms encircled his hips and pulled him closer to her face as she valiantly struggled to engulf all of his tumescent cock. Her blonde hair was flying and her head bobbing the full length of his cock when he exploded his load into her tiny pink mouth. Her head rocked, and she swallowed and gulped as floods of come penetrated her throat. Then, as Jim lay back, spent, she snuggled up to his limpening cock and milked each and every last drop with her cheeks and tongue, and each ecstatic touch was echoed in his eyes and smile. Finally, she withdrew her head and wiped the few dripping leaks from her mouth and chin and smiled up at the sheriff.

"Christ, you can sure come quick, Jim," she said. "My mouth was just getting used to the size of that telephone pole when I felt the pounding and pulsing start. But anyway, this way you won't wear my jaws out," she laughed.

Betty interrupted. "Why don't we get a daisy chain going, so no one will get left out?" she asked. "I know we can't stay all day, much as I'm sure we'd all like to, so let's get as much of a good thing as we can, while we can."

"I think," I told the group, "that Lucy had better just get eaten, because we don't want to hurt her, nor do we want to make her so sore and stiff that her mother will get suspicious. So what we'll do, is sit in a circle on the carpet, arranged alphabetically, and then we each take care of the person to our left. Sound fair?" I asked. "We'll have to juggle a little, because I'm not going down on either of you men, so Linda, you're alphabetically after Betty, you come over here next to me, then Harold, then Lucy, then Jim. See? The girls are alphabetical and so are we men, and it fits real well. Now, Betty takes care of me while I scarf Linda, who will blow Harold while he eats Lucy, who is going down on Jim as he sucks Betty's pussy. Dinner is ready whenever you are, my children."

As I leaned over and cuddled and caressed Linda's magnificent boobies and bent my face toward the blonde cunt hairs that barely covered the young girl's palpitating pink pussy, I felt Betty's soft touch and warm hands reach for my crotch. Her gentle, probing fingers found my tool and began massaging it, while her other hand softly stroked my back and hips. The feeling of an invisible woman working on me as I licked and tongued the tiny tender trap with my lips aroused me further, and I could feel my cock filling and hardening and rising at her mouth, even as the young girl under my ministrations was moaning and twisting as I moistened and nibbled her willing clitoris.

Linda shifted her ass to let me get a better shot at her cunt with my mouth and I, too, settled back down so that Betty could wrap her hot little mouth around my tool more fully. Linda was lying face down so that she could more easily engulf Harold's prick in her mouth and have some freedom for her head movement, and this placed her cunt upside down for me, with the clit at the bottom of the slit and her puckered pink asshole right in my line of vision. I placed my hands on the melon asscheeks that framed her tiny hole, and their firmness and quivering response to my touch aroused me further. I lifted my head from the pleasant task.

"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 the group, then faced up again to my job.

As my tongue flashed rapidly and gently up and down over Linda's tiny protruding clit, my finger traced softly up and down the length of her cunt. She spread her legs wider automatically, and the pink slit widened. I lowered my tongue to its delicious entrance, and felt her push her hips back toward my face, wanting more and more of my hot tongue inside of her. I obliged, stiffening my tongue from soft and wide to hard and straight, and penetrated her honey cave in long, slick strokes. I could feel and taste her wet fluids as they came forth in response to my erotic manipulations, and their savory, sweet tang drove me to further efforts.

I slid my finger in as I withdrew my tongue, then another 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 little young cunt was getting massaged. Her soft moans mingled with those of the other participants, and I was positive that everyone else was having as wonderful a session as I was.

My lingual movements traced upward – for me, since I was upside down to her – across the two-inch gap that separated her pussy from her anus, and I gently bounced and spread her round firm asscheeks apart and let my tongue wander idly and slowly up the cleavage that presented itself. I moistened a finger with saliva and tickled the shiny rosebud of her asshole. Her butt immediately twitched and tightened, shrinking her asshole to a mere puckered pinhole, then she relaxed as she felt the new and surprising touch to be gently erotic. The fingers of my right hand kept massaging the inner walls of her cunt, while my thumb flicked back and forth on her beady clit and my mouth was busy nibbling and laving her rosy butt cheeks. I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle in her anus, then felt it grab and tighten, then relax, and her butt pushed backward toward me, telling me that she wanted some more there.

I knew I was in with a cooperative group, for within sixty seconds of playing with Linda's ass, I felt Betty slide a hand off my balls, back up the crack of my ass, and then felt a digit slide slowly up my rectum. She had sensibly lubricated it enough for easy penetration, and as she massaged my prostate, I knew that everyone in the circle was getting the benefit of what I'd started.

My finger was so tight in Linda's asshole that I truly marveled that I had been able a few days before to get my enormous cock up in there. Everything about a woman – cunt, ass, mouth – will stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch however and Nature puts muscles in a ring to reduce it to its normal shape and function as soon as the variant practices have ceased. That's the beauty of it: careful use is never abuse.

As I turned my fingers to face each other within Linda's two cavities, I was very definitely aware of Betty's hot mouth and moist tongue working on my cock, and her finger stimulating my prostate, and I had the sensation of the whole universe being filled with sex. Surrounded by, drenched in, overwhelmed by sex. It was marvelous. I wasn't certain whether the eroticism that Betty was showering on me spurred me to greater efforts, or whether my devouring of young Linda was inspiration for a saturation campaign the other way. Whichever was cause and effect, the total action was heaven, that was for sure! I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off my come very much longer – I could feel the deep-rooted throb and pulse of my liquid manhood beginning to pile up in my loins, and knew that soon I'd be drenching young Betty's face with my sperm. I could feel Linda writhing and twitching faster and faster, and was aware 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 bowels to my tool, I increased my pace, putting my tongue on the sweet clit of Linda, and keeping all my fingers in motion at the same time. I felt her legs stiffen as the pleasure increased almost to the point of being unbearable, and then she came. Her whimpers and moans as she sucked and gobbled fiercely on Harold's cock, seeking higher and higher peaks, more and more cock, greater and larger and longer continuation of her ecstatic thrills, brought my load faster and faster to it throbbing, pulsing exit, and I rammed my huge tool down Betty's throat as my life's energy streamed forth. I heard her gag as all ten and a half inches were stuffed in her teenage mouth, but I couldn't help it – I'm seldom crude or rude, but I, by God, had to be engulfed, surrounded, swallowed by sex at this moment or I'd have died. I felt Betty gulp and gasp, then pull my hips back toward her face to keep my gigantic tool within her, and I knew that she, too, was coming big and long and heavy. The way she softly but firmly chewed and gnawed and tongued my cock, I felt that she also was trying to get the maximum of sex out of this very moment.

As I lay there, the last remnants of twitching delivering my spent load into Betty's mouth, and my mouth trying to stay fastened and sucking out Linda's sweet cunt and drain her of all energy and warmth, I heard a voice.

"Shit! I had to come up for air," Harold said. "I thought I was going to suffocate, or drown, or die, or fall off that mile-high cloud I was on. Whew! Keee-rist, I've never had a session like that. And such a delicious cunt, little Lucy. There's got to be some way to bottle that so I could take a swig now and then at home. Lordy, you are a beautiful child, honey," he said.

I looked over at Jim, who lay spreadeagled on the carpet, panting and grinning at the same time. He caught my eye and slowly shook his head.

"Goddam, Doc, I gotta hand it to you," he grinned. "I never in my life dreamed of anything this wonderful." He turned to Lucy. "Little babydoll, you sure as hell learn fast. That was one helluva blow job. I bet I loosened your back teeth and tonsils. I swear I've never felt a load come out like that one. Now, if it's all right with you-all, I think I'll just lie here about twelve years – I ought to have my strength back by that time."

Lucy was sitting up, running her little hands under and around her huge breasts. "That was great. Now I see what you meant, Linda, when you were explaining about Doc's teachings – you know, where he told you that the biggest kicks in sex are when you know you're making it extra good for someone else." She hugged her own body, pushing her tits even further out. "Hell, I'm still hot. Anyone for one more – just a quickie?" she was pleading.

"Honey," I told her, "you're gonna be sore as hell tonight and, and tomorrow if you get screwed again. Believe it or not, you got muscles stretched today that you didn't know existed. But you'll know it tomorrow – you will probably ache all over, little one," I told her.

"I'd rather ache and enjoy it than die of frustration," Lucy said.

"You won't die of frustration," I told her. "We can have another session, let's see, how's Friday afternoon for everyone here?" I asked the group, and they all chimed in with enthusiastic agreements.

But Lucy was not to be denied. "Linda's been getting it for a year now," she pouted, "and then when I find out how good it is, you-all want to ration me. You're mean," 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 to hurt her, after Doc in her cunt and Jim in her face. But sometimes we little fellers can come in handy. I'd rather come in little Lucy than come in handy, but let's try it." We groaned at his atrocious pun and I agreed that that might be okay.

Harold had Lucy stand up, then he lay beneath her on the carpet, and asked her to sit gently down on his face. She braced herself with her hands beside his head as she slowly lowered her hot, steamy cunt toward his face. His tongue met her on the way down and she recoiled as it it were an electric pole then continued to bring her sweet "musky" pussy closer and closer to his face. As his tongue penetrated her slit and caressed her aroused clit, his hands reached up and fastened onto her magnificent globes, tweaking the nipples and jiggling their huge firmness. She bounded up and around on his face, then insisted that he put it in. It was obvious to all of us that he was certainly ready, because sniffing and eating her dripping pussy had brought out his full six inches.

She lay down beside him, and he rolled over upon her. She spread her legs and placed her hands beneath her hips to bring her tiny slit up toward his probing cock.

As his hands grasped her hips, she in turn placed a guiding hand on his cock and rubbed it up and down the teeny pink slit opening a few times. It came away glistening with her juicy-slick fluids, and then she fed the head of it into her snug new cunt. His eyes widened at the tightness – probably the best that he'd ever felt – and he pushed gingerly halfway in.

"Oooooops!" she said, with a sharp intake of breath. "Damn, I didn't realize how tender it was up in there. But, no, no, no," she said as Harold started to back off, "just keep it there a second and let me get used to it. It feels good, really it does, Harold. It's just that these muscles have to take it easy, I guess."

"Well, I won't hold off, Lucy," Harold told her. "I'm not too sure that I could anyway, even if I tried. My God, you are tight and snug. And it's wonderful. I haven't touched sides or bottom in the old lady in twenty years," he added with a laugh.

Harold continued with half strokes, then as Lucy kept pushing her twat up toward him on each of his down strokes, he put increasingly more and more in her until his whole cock was stuffed in her and their pubes butted with each other on each rhythm. Her face was contorted with pain and happiness in each stroke, and her happy moans and smile told us all that she was really enjoying the second fuck of her life.

As I remembered the hot tightness of her virginal pussy, and with Betty's tender help, my cock again was rising to the occasion, so I shifted around till I was behind her, and we lay on the carpet watching Harold and Lucy ball. She reached back, buttered my shaft in her cunt fluids, and I nudged forward to slip it in her young cunt from the back. She sucked her belly and diaphragm in and pushed her abdomen heavily, I could feel her hand motion through her belly, and she could feel my shaft penetrating wombward with each stroke. The velvety walls of her tight pussy were stimulating my cock with each long, slow, easy stroke, and the snugness of her eager cunt, and the firmness of her young upthrust breasts that filled my hands, soon brought on another ejaculation that surged up into her already slick and steamy twat. She lay there, a silly half smile on her face as she felt my sperm come pulsing up into the furthest reaches of her tiny snatch.

"Ooooooohhhhh, that was good, Doc. A quiet quickie. That's a change and a switch, but you sure know what a girl likes. I wish the lava around this hick town knew a tenth as much as you men," she said.

I saw Linda using both hands to jack off Jim's gigantic organ as he idly fingered her tits and cunt, and then she suddenly bent her head, still holding his tool with both hands, and gulp his load as it surged forth from his throbbing cock. Her hips writhed and wiggled under his hand as she, too, came simultaneously with his hot wet load that pounded into her sucking, gulping mouth as fast as she could swallow it.

I turned back to watch Harold finish with Lucy, and her happiest day was completed with his cock lying in to the hilt as she whimpered and moaned ecstatically during their mutual come. They were completely satisfied.

I glanced at the wall clock in the office, and mentioned that it was about time to break up the party, and we all agreed reluctantly. I had the girls get dressed and leave first, while the men and I had a highball to kill a few moments and compare notes so that everyone didn't go out at the same second, which would be too suspicious.

"Well, Sheriff, how do you like our setup?" I asked. "I figure we each violated about a hundred and three felony statutes today. Is that close?"

"Mmmm, hmmmm – just about. And every Goddam crime was beautiful, fantastic, desirable, and will definitely be done again," he laughed. He swirled his drink. "You know, Doc, you're probably the best thing that ever happened to this damned town."

"There might be people that would disagree with you," I told him.

"Hell, there's people that would disagree with you if you tried to give 'em a million bucks," he averred. "But anyone that says this is bad is crazy. 'Course, we can't let it get out, we're all aware of that. But I know a couple of other jokers – Richardson the undertaker, and Larson, that runs the general store – they dig young cunt. This I know. And they'd keep their mouths shut, Doc, if you'd care to let them in on a good thing," the sheriff said.

"We'll see," I told him. "Meanwhile, what's with this stepdaughter of yours, Jim?"

"Aw, shit, she's rebelling against her mother, and comes to me with all her petty problems, and like the twins said, she's interested in sex, but not gettin' any, and I don't know. Do you think we ought to deal her in?" he asked. "I'd sure as hell like to break her in. She's got a body and a half. But if my wife ever found out – sheee-it! She's kill me. And you. And half the town," the sheriff said.

"Well, frankly, if anyone, anytime, anywhere, ever finds out any of this, we're all dead," I reminded him. "So if you want things to develop, we night be able to help them along," I told him. "I'll kick it around in the near future. Incidentally, I still have about eight girls and five young boys that were in the sex club to interview. Their parents have already set up appointments. So don't worry about a fresh supply of young cunt for the immediate future, men." I lifted my drink. "Here's to delicious young pussy – may we never run out." We all three drank solemnly to that serious and sincere toast, then Jim and Harold left. I locked up the office and headed out for dinner. I had another busy day tomorrow.

CHAPTER FIVE

A few days before, I had contacted the real estate agent who handled my office building, and had secured the adjoining suite of offices, making a total of seven rooms I now had, including my lobby-outer office.

I had surreptitiously furnished them with studio couches that made into beds, and was all set to expand the operation I had going so well.

I had set a sliding scale of prices for my "counseling sessions": horny men paid fifty dollars an hour, oversexed women who needed a young man paid twenty an hour, and the parents of the kids paid twenty a session. Things were turning up roses – and greenbacks, one of my favorite flowers.

I glanced at my schedule book, and saw that Sally Walker and Alice Springs were booked in at 9:00 a.m., with young Tony and Bill for partners, and at 10:00 I had a new woman, Shirley Wilkerson, scheduled for a preliminary interview. At 11:00 a.m., the sheriff was bringing one of his friends, a very discreet one, he promised, and I had penciled in Betty and Linda for them. I felt that little Lucy should have another couple days rest after such a wild orgy on her first cherry-popping trip.

In the afternoon, I was really swamped – four young boys, sent by their parents for evaluation and possible counseling, a call from Bob Cook, the druggist, "to just sort of talk things over, Doc," and appointments for two married women: Harold Wilson's wife and Sheriff Jim Fieser's spouse. I was wondering what the hell they wanted when my lobby chime rang.

I walked out to the office and there was Sally, Alice and two other women, who were introduced to me as Pauline and Matilda Sorenson. Pauline was the typing teacher at the high school, and Matilda ("Call me Tillie, Doc," she simpered) was her old maid sister. Alice roomed at the apartment house they had, and they had confided in her to the extent that Alice had brought them along in hopes I could fix them up, too. I sent them all back into an office-bedroom, and said I'd see what I could do. In a few minutes, Tony and Bill came in, hot with anticipation. They had in tow a diminutive, flat-chested girl in Levi's.

"Folks went away for the weekend, and Cissy has to stay where I can watch her, Doc. I couldn't get rid of her, honest. She tags me everywhere. I told her she'd have to sit in the lobby and read magazines while we were in counseling, but that didn't faze her – she was willing. So give her something to read, Doc, and then we can get to talking." He was grinning at the thought of the next hour. I sent him and Bill down the hall to where the four women were, then called Tony back and talked to him in the hall where no one could hear us.

"You boys have probably hit the jackpot today, Tony. There are four women waiting in there right now. Can you think of another young boy who likes a grown woman, someone you can trust? There's an acre of lush female tits in there that need taking care of, and you two kids would die – happily, probably – trying to satisfy all four of them."

"Sure, Doc. Hell, I can get a couple of the fellows in five minutes. Guys we can trust, I promise," Tony told me.

"Swell. Go out the back door, across the parking lot, and come back in the same way, and your kid sister will never know," I said. He was off at a trot.

I returned to the lobby and sat down at my desk and smiled at Cissy. "What would you like to read?" I asked.

"I doubt if you have much that would appeal to me," the little girl replied. "I've always been pretty precocious, and I just read specialized things – something I can learn from. None of those trashy girls' magazines or any of that silly junk."

"How old are you, Cissy?" I queried.

"Fourteen. Or I will be in a couple of months. And I'm in the same grade Tony is – I skipped two years." She hesitated, then looked me right in the eye. "I know what they're doing in there, Doc."

I looked up 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 and manipulation than both of those dumb boys put together. Even if I am a virgin," she stated defiantly.

"Wow! Well, young lady, without agreeing with your statement of what's going on around here, may I ask where you got those ideas?" I asked.

She tossed her long hair back from her face. "Simple, Doc. I eavesdrop. I've got every room in our house bugged – you know, wired for sound, and Tony and Bill were bragging to each other last night about their last session. So I forced them to let me tag along today. I figured it was about time that I got some 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, and frankly, boys bore me, they're so stupid and self-centered. So here I am. Now, what do you intend to do with me?"

I took a deep breath. Hell of a note. "What would you like me to do, you cute little blackmailer?" I asked.

"Well, like I said, I'm a virgin, so I just 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 don't believe that I'd like to get split in half, but maybe I can learn to suck. Okay, Doc? And I might have a surprise for you, although I'll bet you're a hard man to surprise," she said.

"You are a precocious little imp, Cissy. And I agree, you're too small for regular intercourse. How big are you, five feet?"

"I'm four-eleven, and weight 87 pounds," she smiled. "But let's get started – I want to see if it's half as great as the books all said it is."

I led her down the hall to my own private nooky nook and locked the door on us. She was starting to disrobe as I turned around, and her tiny childlike body looked so delicate and crushable and tender that I began getting aroused as I slid out of my clothing. She had tiny, hard breasts the size of small oranges, and there wasn't a trace of fuzz or hair around her fine line pink pussy. Her flat tummy in front was set off by twin buns that sloped firmly into a cute ass that someday, when she got grown up, would be a truly voluptuous set of buttocks.

Cissy stared fascinatedly at my half-hard cock as it swung heavily against my balls as I walked toward her and led her to the couch. Her tiny hand groped its way across my crotch and seized my cock. Even before it attained its full volume, her little hand could not reach completely around it. She leaned against me, pushing her hard baby boobies on my chest, and reached around my head and pulled my mouth down for a kiss. And what a kiss! I swear this baby doll had been reading all the right books. Her soft warm lips pressed mine, and then slowly her lips parted, her head turned 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 tongue and we lay there, my passion rousing rapidly to the tune of her whimpering moans and writhing, pressing, demanding body that she was moving so magnificently. By the time we finished that first kiss, my cock was at its fullest tilt, throbbing and bursting with blood and passion.

She lay back a bit and smiled up at me. "See, Doc, 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 it avidly with both hands, and it looked as if a normal-size person were choking someone's throat. She bounced it up and down a few times, feeling its hardness and pulsing, then lowered her head further.

I closed my eyes to lie back and just enjoy it – I knew I was in good hands, even if she was 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 ran lingually up and down the full length of my shaft. When she got back top end, she licked her kissable lips and placed the head inside her tiny rosy mouth. She was so small that even her mouth felt like a baby's cunt, and the total immersion in warm moistness nearly made me blow my load. I tried to relax. Her hot tongue continued to lave my tool for a moment, tip to tip, and I could feel the passion mounting in my loins as she worked assiduously on my tumescent cock, and the stream of lust kept corning closer and closer to ejection. I gazed down at her tiny childlike body, slim and boyish in its youth and underdevelopment. I felt the big come rising in my bowels, and placed my hands upon the back of her head as my load of sperm began ejecting into her tiny mouth. She struggled manfully with my load and kept swallowing as fast as the streams of sperm pumped into her hot avid mouth. Her tongue milked the last remaining traces of liquid from my cock, and I lay back, spent. She raised her head.

"How was that, boss?" she asked. "I know I'm just a beginner, but that wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Honey, that was just great," I told her. And I meant it. For a young child, she was a helluva student of books.

"Now," she said, grinning slyly, "as soon as we can got 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 sort of tickled myself. Then came a finger, then two – well, to be frank, Doc, I sort of 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, I don't know, Cissy. You're awfully small, and my cock is bigger'n hell, as you know. We can go real careful, and maybe we'll make it. If it hurts, you just let me know, and we'll stop," I told her.

I slid down on the sofa, and she put her arms around my hips and pulled me close as she mouthed and tongued my limp cock. Her hands were gentle and ticklish as she felt me up while she sucked my dick, and in no time I was erect and standing at attention. She then rolled over on her belly and got up on all fours, so that her cunt and tiny asshole were staring me in the face. I could see the wet shimmering drops clinging to her hairless cunt, and the ruby red pucker of her anus as she thrust them backwards up toward me. I mounted her from the rear, and reached around her and fingered her little pussy, getting my right hand all wet from the juices that continued to seep from her crotch. Then I stroked the wee puckered entrance to her rectum. I could feel her muscles tighten as I tickled the entrance, and I knew that she was waiting impatiently for my entrance.

"Go ahead," she said, as I dawdled around. "About six months ago I sent away and got a dildo, and I've been using that for a long time, and boy, do I love it! It's been a lifesaver – every time I feel frustrated, I just slip that in the back door, and I get a big come in only a couple of minutes. But I've been hoping for a real cock up there, and so you just go ahead, Doc, and we can have a real ball. I want it, I really do."

I spat on my hand, and massaged the saliva onto the head of my cock, and put a few drops onto the tiny snug entrance of her anus, and then stroked the head back and forth, up and down, against her asshole. She quivered and shook and backed herself slowly up against my rigid tool. I put my arms around the slim waist of this small, little girl and guided my cock up against her rear entrance. It might as well have hit a stone wall. Then I backed off and applied more saliva.

"Relax, honey," I told her, and placed my cock at her anal entrance again. I told her to push back with her insides, like taking a big shit, and when she felt it start in, to relax completely. This she did, and I could feel the tight grip of her sphincter muscles as I slid the first inch in. I rested. And as I looked down at this child that I was fucking in the ass, I thought that my cock was half the diameter of her little buttocks. It seemed impossible that I could penetrate her without splitting her in half. Then she glanced back over her shoulder, and smiled, and said: "Hey, that's great, Doc. Just go slow. It feels as if I was stuffed clear full of hard, hot cock, and it is really wonderful. No more dildos for me – this is the best I've ever dreamed of. Give me a little more now."

I pushed another three or four inches into her tight, hot cavern, and the total sensation, of having a little child for a target, and her tight hot rectum gripping my tool, almost made me blow my mind. As I withdrew it for a long charge into her, I could see the sides of her anus clinging avidly to my cock, and could hear her sharp intake of breath as she felt its great size work on her fanny. I shoved very gently and slowly, but firmly and steadily, and could feel the hot ass of my newest victim as she responded to my flicking ministrations.

I put my hands upon her hips and guided her slowly and gently back upon the rigid stiffness of my overly willing cock, and I could feel the vibrations of her tiny young body as she accepted the full entrance of its long hardness within her snug cavity. I was truly enveloped with lust and passion as she remained impaled upon my hot tool. I slid my arms around her skinny waist and one hand crept up to cup her small underdeveloped breasts and fuck her nipples as the other wandered beneath her crotch to seek out her budding clitoris.

Her moans came gently to my ears as I kept my cock clear in to the hilt and played with her other appurtenances. Then she was speaking again.

"Slowly, Doc. Pull it clear out except the head, then ram it in again. Oooooohhhhh, that feels good! I love that. God, I wish I could watch it. Yeah, again. And again. Don't ever stop, Doc, just fill me up with that big beautiful cock."

She was writhing and twisting her ass against my belly as I poured yard after yard of cock into her tiny rectum. The tightness and the enthusiasm soon brought me to a peak, and I couldn't stop the hot viscous load from pulsing into her heated rectum. I jammed it in to the hilt and felt every quiver of her slim young body as she accepted the outpourings of my loving tool. Her soft cries and writhing and moaning told me that it was as good for her as it was for me.

"Leave it in," she begged. "It feels good, just being in there, filling me with love and warmth." She was spasmodically squeezing my limp tool with her belly muscles as she spoke, alternately ejecting and clamping it with her sphincters, and milking it for every last drop. I could feel my roots being pulled out through the end of my cock as she strained to get the last bit of goodies from my balls.

I collapsed atop her, and we lay there, panting and warm and happy. She grinned at me over her shoulder. "I have been anal-oriented for some time, Doc," she said. "I just never had the chance to get a real cock up in there before. And boy, did I hit the jackpot. I've read enough to know that you're a hell of a lot bigger than average, and I wasn't sure I could take it all, but I love it so much up the ass that I wouldn't take no for an answer. Did you like it, boss, buggering me?"

I had to answer yes, because she was undoubtedly the smallest and snuggest and tiniest anus I'd ever penetrated, and her eagerness and enthusiasm and willingness couldn't be equaled anywhere. This tiny child really loved to assfuck. I could hardly believe her capacity, "I decided a while back," she went on, "not to ever screw the ordinary way – all you get is diseases, pregnancy, and a lot of static from your folks if they ever check up on your hymen. And I'd found out that there's a tremendous satisfaction found in the anal zone, if it's done properly, so here we are, Doc. Now, you've got to take care of me at least once a week – I find that my hot spells go in cycles, about every six or seven days, and my periods don't interfere, because I can just take my Kotex off and have at it. So you just schedule me for whenever I say, Doc, and I'll never tell anyone." She grinned up at me. "Never thought you'd see a sexy little blackmailer this young, did you?"

"No, I didn't," I admitted. "But you aren't blackmailing me – you're just satisfying me. I'll look forward to you each week, tiny one, because I've never had a girl as small as you, and as willing to take it up the rear. I really dig your back door, and we'll have a lot of happy sessions together from now on," I told her.

I helped her into her Levi's and blouse, and she returned to the outer lobby to await 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, a new patient.

In a few minutes, she walked in, and I appraised her very happily. About forty, but looking thirty-three, tall and very well-dressed. Through her fine dress, I could see that she had a good bust on her, a trim well-slimmed waist, and soft voluptuous hips that flared out gently but arousingly from her belt line.

I introduced myself and we went down the hall to my private interviewing room. She sat down, lit a cigarette and got right to the point.

"Doc, I need a psychiatrist. And I've heard you're good in your field." She smiled. "And we both know exactly what field I'm talking about, don't we? You dig young girls – 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 fourteen or fifteen? I love to take 'em and train 'em. Or maybe it's a mother complex – I can't have any children, and perhaps that's my hangup. We always want what we can't have, I know that. Anyway, I've always been partial to little pricks, and I want one the worst way now, so can you fix me up?"

She was coming on strong, but I didn't know what to say, so I asked her who sent her to me. She said Sally Walker, so I said I'd fix her up. I showed her into my office and told her to wait, then went down the hall. Tony and Bill were just leaving, having kept an eye on the clock, and knowing that their hour was up at ten.

"Come here a moment, Tony," I said. "Do you know of another fellow you can get hold of right away? I've got another woman – and a lot of woman – that wants the same treatment." I grinned. "Or are you ready for another session?" I asked.

"God, no, Doc," he answered. "Much as I'd like to help, all three of us guys took turns with all three of the women, and I couldn't get a harden again for hours. We really had some fun and games this trip. Boyohboy! Whatta workout! Not complaining, though, it was really perfect. But I think I can get Paul Nelson – he's a pretty hip kid. I'll be back in about five minutes."

He and Bill left through the back door, and reappeared shortly with a slim young boy and introduced us. I took Paul down the hall and introduced him to Shirley Wilkerson 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 room and check the action.

Before the lad knew what was going on, Shirley had disrobed and was helping Paul remove his clothing. When he, too, was nude, she led him by the hand to the studio couch and she laid back on it and pulled him on top of her. I could see her hands stroking his back and sides, and could hear her voice.

"Oh, you're such a handsome young boy, Paul. There, does that feel good? And that? Just lay here on my big boobies, honey, and snuggle up close and let Mommy love you, darling. That's it. Yes, cuddle and chew on those jugs of mine, little boy. Oh, God, I love for you to nurse them that way. Yes, yes, don't stop. Can you get both nipples in your mouth? See, if we push them together like this, ooooooohhhhh, God that's good. I can feel myself melting, Paul. Oh, what you do to me, you wonderful, naughty little boy."

Her legs spread slowly apart and one large firm thigh swung lazily up and over his slim, teen-age body. The movement brought her cunt directly against his left hand, I could see his fingers explore the hairy bush nest and then gradually penetrate her vaginal opening. She responded with moaning and wriggling, and then she broke the embrace and pushed herself up over him and pressed him flat down on the bed.

"Now, honey, you just lay there and let Mommy take good care of you. You look good enough to eat, and that is exactly what I'm going to do, right now, Paul. Ooooh, that is a cute little cock."

She slid down across his thighs and I saw her pop Paul's now stiff cock into her mouth, and could see her lips and jaws moving vigorously as she sucked and tongued and chewed his tool. For a second he lay still, then a smile appeared and I saw his body tense as the warm thrill and hot sensation of her active mouth brought tremors to his slim body. She was obviously an expert and loved what she was doing, and so did her partner. She was making it real good to him – undoubtedly the best and hottest blow job he'd ever had. Maybe his first one. But definitely his best one. His hands wandered down and cupped her large squashy breasts and fingered her nipples. She redoubled her efforts, and I heard his soft cries as he emptied his first load into her willing and avid mouth.

"There," she said, smiling as she swallowed 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 control. Did you like that, lover? I just adore eating sweet young cocks, and yours was absolutely delicious. I'm going to have some more of that pretty soon. But now, while your little dick is resting and recuperating, honey, I want you to return the favor. Did you ever eat pussy before, Paul?" she asked.

"A couple of times," he admitted. "When it's clean, it's great. It arouses hell out of me, I know that."

"Good. Because as soon as you get aroused, I've got a surprise for you, darling boy," Shirley told him.

She slid down to the foot of the bed and Paul knelt before her. As she pulled her thighs up and backward on to her chest, mashing her voluptuous breasts, her cunt rose to meet his eager mouth, and he started licking and tonguing her slippery slit. I could see his tongue penetrating her hot pink opening, and her happy sigh told me that the young boy was doing pretty well about satisfying her. After a moment he withdrew his lingual weapon and concentrated on her wet clit that loomed up at the top of her opening. Her moans and whimpers sounded at the same time that I saw her leg muscles tighten, and her whole body stiffened as she came for the first time.

"Oh, God, that was a good one, for as quick as it happened. But look out now, angel, because they'll be coming faster and oftener and bigger from now on. Once I come, it triggers off a chain reaction in my guts until I'm satisfied. You are in for the wildest session you've ever dreamed of. And you're going to get the benefit of all the fantasies I've had to live with alone since the last time I had a boy to love, and that's been a helluva while. Too long. Now turn around here and let me eat that delicious little tool again. You stay on top and keep licking my pussy, baby, and we can sixty-nine. There, yes, that's it."

Paul had turned around so that his cock was directly over her face, and his arms were on the underside of her knees, keeping her legs on her chest and bringing her hot cunt directly up into his tongue's line of fire. He bent his head to the edible chore and they began devouring each other. Then I saw her hand creep from his buttocks to the crack of his ass, and one finger pressed against his asshole. He stiffened. She turned her face away from his cock for a moment.

"Relax, little one. Mommy won't hurt you. And remember, anything I do, you return the favor. Okay?" And she resumed sucking his dick after moistening her finger with saliva. She then slid it in slowly up his ass, one knuckle's worth at a time, till it was clear in, then I knew she was massaging his prostate and was building a new sensation in his bowels and balls as she stimulated his penis, his rectum, and his whole body with her body's passionate warmth.

Paul, too, slowly inserted his middle finger into her pink rosebud and was stroking it slowly as he nibbled and kissed and sucked on her juicy slit and clit.

Suddenly she pushed him smoothly away and told him, "Baby, you've just got to fuck me now, because I could feel that you're about to come, and we don't want to waste another load of that precious come, do we, young man?"

"I-I don't – well, do I have enough there to fill you, I mean satisfy you, Shirley? I don't know," he was embarrassed and hesitant.

"Oh, hell, is that all that's bothering you, lovie? Here, come on. Let's do it this way then," she said, and placed herself on all fours, with her lovely rounded ass pointed toward him. "Come on, babydoll, we can do it dog fashion, and you'll find you've got plenty for me."

He positioned himself behind her, and lay gently across her back. Reaching under, she grabbed his small but erect cock in her hand and rubbed the head of it two or three times in the honey juice that fringed the edge of her cunt lips.

"When I say, 'push', you shove it in me, Paul. I'll guide it. Ready? Push!" and I could see her lift her hand and drop her hips simultaneously so that the lad's tiny cock was centered on her puckered-snug asshole. She thrust her bountiful ass back against, his belly, and his eager cock was trapped in her rectum. For a minute he had no idea where he was, and began pumping rapidly with short, but full strokes. She took one of his hands and guided it around her belly to the mouth of her cunt and he began rubbing the slit and her clitoris. Her arms reached back around his thighs and held him closely to her, and they pumped happily away for a moment.

"Tight enough, lover boy?" she asked, smilingly.

"Hey! This is great. God, you are sure snug for a big, grown woman," he said. Then he must have looked down, and seen that his truncated cock was buried in her asshole. He got a kind of bewildered look on his face, and said nervously, "But wait a minute – I'm in the wrong hole, Shirley."

"Bullshit! You just keep it right there, and keep on playing with my crotch, and you'll give me a really good thrill, baby. C'mon, keep humping. Don't you want to please your mommy-lover?"

Paul began rhythmically stroking in and out of her close sphincter again, and I knew that it was getting to him – probably the tightest hole he'd ever been in, considering the size of his small prick. In no time he let loose of his load, and I knew by the happy grin on her face that she had felt the hot stream of sperm coursing upwards into her guts. I saw her thigh muscles spasmodically twitching as she clamped and relaxed, milking him of every last drop of youthful semen.

He rolled off her and lay on his back, exhausted and delighted. "Boy oh boy oh boy, that was great, Shirley. But I always thought that only queers, you know, homos, did it that way."

"Silly child. Of course not, Paul baby. A woman has erotic zones all over, and the anus especially is the next best to her clitoris, and it's much tighter, and so that way we both get satisfied. Any com plaints?" she asked.

"Lord, no," he replied. "But I never knew any girls that did it that way before."

"That was your trouble, honey," she laughed. "All girls know is put-it-in-the-cunt. No variety, no technique, no talent. That's why you need your big Momma to teach you all these things. Now you just lie down and put your handsome head on my breasts and let me cuddle you, baby doll. You're my man, my lover, my boy. I'm going to take real good care of you in every way you've ever dreamed of, angel. That's it. You nurse those big breasts of mine – they're all yours, pretty child."

I closed the secret window through which I'd been observing Paul and Shirley, and returned to my office. It looked like we'd recruited another satisfied client.

I fiddled with some necessary garbage paperwork for a while, then shortly before eleven, Jim Fieser, the sheriff, came in accompanied by a tall gentleman about fifty years old, well-dressed and conservative-looking. 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 minutes, Betty and Linda entered, and I told them where to head.

"When do I get you again, Doc?" Betty asked. "You are the greatest cocksman I've ever known, and you sort of spoiled me. Although," she added, "we're havin' a real ball this way, I gotta admit."

"Yeah, me, too, Doc. I'd like a repeat ride with all your special varieties the first chance you get," Linda chimed in.

I promised that it would be real soon, and they went on down the hall. In ten seconds, Betty was back, mad, stomping, cursing, irate.

"What the Goddam hell is going on here, Doc? You just blew the whole shebang! Do you know who's in there with Sheriff Jim? 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 into our club? My God, Doc, we're all dead now." She was crying and hysterical. "He's sent up a dozen kids."

"Whoa, baby, let me check this out," I said, and was striding down the hall as Betty almost collapsed into my desk chair.

I burst into the room. The sheriff and Judge Stone were both naked and Weldon Stone was fondling the enormous tits that Linda wore so proudly. His cock was being petted and stroked by Linda, and she had it half hard when I dashed into the room.

"Jim, is he a judge? And what exactly is the score?" I asked.

"Oh, hell, Doc, relax. Weldon likes his young cunt as well as the next guy, and we've hit a couple of peace officers' conventions together. He's okay – I'll bet my life on it, Doc, old buddy."

"Betty says he's put her on probation, and he's sent up a lot of the kids," I persisted.

"May I interrupt? And thank you my dear, just wait a moment and we'll resume," he told Linda. "First, let me remind you that the only children I've sent to reform school are the ones convicted of their second felony – and then only for theft or violence. Never on any moral turpitude counts. Because while I could never before dare to avail myself of any of the beautiful pussy and young tail that's been running rampant in this horny town, neither was I about to waste it by getting it buried in a stupid reform school. No, I've had to go two hundred, five hundred miles away for my teenage nooky, but not any more. Right, Sheriff? And now, Doc, if you'll excuse me, I have a tender snatch staring 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 crack and began licking, tonguing, massaging, with such enthusiasm that I was positive the dirty old man was very sincere in his quest for young quail.

I returned to the office, and told Betty what had transpired. I also reminded her that we held the ultimate in 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 him – literally – in return. She blew her nose, wiped her tears, and philosophically went down 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 got back to the office, it began to look like Grand Central Station. The four young kids who had to come to me at their parents' request and insistence, I had assigned to individual rooms, to await my turns at counseling them and exploring their problems.

Then Dorothy Wilson, Harold's wife, came in, followed almost immediately by Agnes Fieser, Sheriff 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 psychiatric patients. I didn't need the money, and I was not about to waste the time, either.

I took Mrs. Wilson to my office first, promising Mrs. Fieser that it wouldn't be a very long wait. As I shut the door, Mrs. Wilson ("Call me 'Dottie', Doctor") started in with a long list of complaints – physical, mental, psychic, emotional. I stopped the spillover of her verbal dam with: "… so get to the point, Dottie. I think that an awful lot of your problems are frustrations, and the rest of your headaches and hassles are merely the symptoms of sexual deprivation. Pardon my bluntness, but we are all trained to get right to the root of the matter, and I firmly believe that that is what's the matter."

"Oh, Harold was right. He said you were such a brilliant doctor. And yes, to be frank, Doctor, that is one of my big problems. Harold hasn't been paying a lot of attention to me – physically, that is, of course – the last few years, and maybe I am a little frustrated. He used to be so lustful, so – this doesn't go any further does it, Doctor?" I reassured her on that count. "And he was so horny and randy. But nothing much the last few years. And I'm lovely and don't know what to do. Even earlier, maybe we didn't have it too wonderful – he was always so rough and in so much of a hurry."

I interrupted her, and told her that I could fix her up mentally, emotionally, sexually, to where she'd be more satisfied than ever before in her life, and then she got started on her dreams.

"I never went for the John Wayne type, Doctor. I've even got a little flirtation going with our paper boy. He seems such a sweet young child, always so clean and polite and quiet and gentle." She was almost simpering. "I guess I'm just a little girl at heart, Doctor." God, how coy could a fortyish matron get?!

"Fine. Fine, Mrs. Wilson. Okay, yes, 'Dottie'. Well, you just go into the second room down the hall and I'll get back to you in a few minutes," I said. "If you want to, just disrobe and lie down and relax. The blinds are drawn, and it'll be nice and quiet. I'll get to you in a few minutes," I promised. I returned to the outer office and talked to Agnes Fieser. She said that the sheriff had said that I seemed to know what I was doing, and by the time we scratched the surface, I could see the need for privacy, so I sent her down the hall and told her I'd be there in a moment. I'd seen Bob Cook, the druggist, coming up the walk. I told him to wait in the lobby a few minutes while I finished with another party, and then went down the hall to Mrs. Fieser.

As I turned to lock the door behind me, I heard Agnes Fieser's voice.

"Look at me, Doc. Am I half bad?" And I had to agree, as I surveyed the soft, full breasts and the lush rounded hips that she wore so gracefully. Her pubes were prominent, and through the thick, dark foliage I could see a glimpse of a hairline crack. She smelled arousingly delicious, clear across the room.

"… and so we haven't had any lovemaking in over eight years. He's just too damned big for me, and after I had to get ten stitches when he tore me last time, we just agreed to skip the sex angle. But, Doc," she was almost pleading, begging for help, "I can't go on this way. A woman wasn'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 got to run both ways. Right? All I want is to be loved. But I can't and won't have that telephone pole of his rammed up me all the time. What's the solution, Doc? Jim did say you were smart and discreet both. Can you help me?" she asked.

"I think I may have the perfect solution for your little problem, Agnes," I told 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 do that?"

"Oh, yes, Doctor. I'll be so grateful for anything you can do to help me."

I told her to wait right there, and went down the hall to where I had the four boys stashed. After kidding with them for a couple of minutes. I selected two of them, Dan Gallery and Tom Petrovic, and asked them to come with me. As we walked down the hall, I asked them pointblank how they'd like to have a couple of real women – not silly teenage girls. Their response confirmed my first impressions.

I put Tom in with Dottie and Agnes got Dan, and I then returned to the pair waiting for me. I told them I had to cancel their appointments, that I had just got too darned busy to take care of them this afternoon, and rescheduled them for the next day.

Back in the lobby I told Bob Cook that I could take care of him now, and we went to my private office. He accepted the highball I offered, and we leaned back and relaxed. I asked what the problem is, and…

"… so ever since my wife died ten years ago I've sort of had a pretty good thing going with the high school teenagers. You gotta be careful, fuckin' them gets you in trouble, but if your luck holds up, and you're selective, it's pretty good. I've been sellin' a lot of books their parents might not approve of – you know, Roth, Harold Robbins – 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 except drugs and prescriptions nowadays, Doc. Incidentally, if you run any prescriptions through my place, I always pay a 20% kickback. Keep it in mind – it can add up over the years. But anyway, as I was saying, I even used to use a little Spanish Fly – cantharides euphonium, you know – in some of the sophomores' Cokes at the soda fountain, and in six minutes they'd be in the back room with me, wondering if I had something to 'take care of this awful itch' – and I sure as hell did."

"Man, I was making out like a burglar. Then you come to town. And, Doc, frankly, I haven't had any young cunt since two weeks after you hit town. Naturally, I get a little bit snoopy, and hey I how about that – old Doc's got the corner on the market. A real monopoly. Now don't misunderstand me, old man, I'm not competitive. I just want a piece of the action. And I mean a young piece. No more high school quim stops in my drugstore with the hots. No more tender nooky hangs around my soda fountain waitin' 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 whup 'em, join 'em. So here I am, volunteering. Can you fix me up, old buddy?"

He almost sounded plaintive, but at least we had a common goal.

I allowed as how we'd take care of him. God, I was soundin' like an Iowa hillbilly, too. But I sure couldn't find fault with any of the women in this town of 3,000. It seemed as if they all had the same philosophy that I had – catch 'em young and treat 'em right. All of the older women wanted the younger boys, and all the charming young pussies were aching to get stabbed by manure cocks. That's about as near as you'll get to finding a Utopia on each.

I mused reflectively on what was transpiring in my series of rooms down the hall. For instance, while the sheriff was getting his fill of tender young cunt, his sex-hungry wife was being balled in the adjacent room by a handsome young teen-age boy. Each of them dying of frustration in their own way, and not enough communication between them to be honest about their needs and desires. C'est la vie – the human race's perennial headache. That's all right, I thought, that's what keeps psychiatrist in business.

By now it was crowding noon, and I had to shepherd my patients out singly, so as not to let each one know who the others were that were coming to me for assistance. Especially Jim Fieser and his wife. I tapped gently on three doors, and told them, respectively, five, ten, and fifteen minutes. I knew they'd happily keep going right to the last second, and none would come out into the hall even a minute early, so that provided the protective overlap that was needed.

After lunch, I got a phone call from Betty. I had more or less designated her as a confidant and leader, and trusted her judgment 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 lining up half a dozen other young boys, because I could see that the sisterhood in this town was spreading the word on their gossipy grapevine, and it looked as if it were truly pyramiding.

Harold Wilson phoned me and asked if I could let Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, who ran a grocery store, into the group. I told him to have them drop over this afternoon about two o'clock and I'd fix them up.

When Betty and Sue came in, I sent them down the hall to my private room, locked the lobby up, and followed them. They were undressing when I entered, and I was amazed at the rounded voluptuous body that young Sue displayed. Full, round hips topped by ballooning buttocks that narrowed to a sinuous waist that was charmingly capped by a bouncy full pair of breasts that would have done wonders on a full-grown woman. Betty caught me admiring Sue and laughed.

"Better'n you expected, huh, Doc?" she asked, and I had to agree enthusiastically.

"I was telling her," Betty went on, "about you, in pretty good detail, and I guess the only cock Sue has even seen was her stepfather's, which is the only one I've ever seen that rivals yours, Doc, so she thinks it normal for all men to be hung like horses. Boy, is she in for a disappointment later on in life, eh?"

I had disrobed and approached Sue and we sat down on the bed. I saw Betty across the room on the couch, idly and slowly massaging her crotch, 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. Okay by me – can't get too much of a good thing, I always say.

I put my arm around Sue's shoulders and let my hand drop over and cuddle her large young tit that sprang so invitingly toward my touch. We leaned together, and the kiss she gave me, so soft and meltingly warm and loving, made my cock start throbbing and filling. Her hand crept over onto my lap, but she didn't grab my tool, she just stroked the full length of its upper surface, and 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 part way around it, so the other hand helped, and she gripped it firmly 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, "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 gently toward my glands and she promptly placed her mouth over the head of my cock. I almost had to laugh at her next gesture. She actually tried to blow! Betty saw what was happening, and came over to the bed.

"Here, Sue, let me show you how to start," she volunteered. Her mouth replaced Sue's, and with a wide yawn she engulfed my prick. As her tongue raced around the rim behind the head of it, I was describing to Sue exactly what she was doing, and then as Betty took longer and longer strokes into her face, and the whole shaft was gradually disappearing a little more with each stroke, and her cheeks were in-and-outing, I saw Sue's head was bobbing in rhythm with Betty's, and I pushed Betty's head away and let Sue drop her sweet, tiny mouth down on my prick.

"Aw, shit, Doc," Betty griped smilingly, "I was trying to get you to come before you sent the second team back in. I do the work and she gets the gravy. Hell of a note. Hey, I've got a idea. Here, Doc, you stand up in front of the bed and Sue can go down on you that way, and I'll still have a little something to play with. Fair enough?" she asked.

I did as asked, and as Sue slid forward to better control her actions, I felt Betty kneel beneath my legs and gently cup and tickle my balls. Then I felt her hotly penetrating little tongue explore the crack of my asscheeks, and her lingual efforts centered on my sensitive asshole. I put my hands behind and on Sue's head and guided her face back and forth on my cock, and could feel the racing traces of her moist tongue as it tingled along my rigid tool. I didn't want her to take it all in – it might gag her, which would be discouraging for future efforts, and it undoubtedly would make her jaws sore and tired, and I wanted this session to last a while.

As I gazed down at the vision of childlike loveliness before me, my love slave and obedient pupil, new thrills coursed through my body, and I knew that it would be only a matter of moments before my load of sperm surged forth to drown her hotly wet mouth with its passionate juices. Betty had replaced her tongue with a finger, and was crooking it after entrance to massage my prostate, which did nothing toward helping my self-control, and I felt the load of liquid lust lunging-up from my loins. Sue was struggling to get more and more of my long cock into her already overloaded mouth, and the vigorous mouthing and sensuous gripping of her tongue and teeth and cheeks was driving over the brink.

Then it came, pouring, pounding, pulsing. I felt her head rock with the shock of my superheated load as it filled every inner crevice of her mouth, and she withdrew halfway back the length of my cock and gulped manfully to swallow the warm melted love that filled her face and throat. A low moan escaped her, then she breathed deeply a couple of times through her mouth, her tongue not missing one whipping stroke in the meanwhile, and then Sue resumed her long, slow, even suck-stroking. I felt Betty release her touches of my ass and crotch, and waited a minute for Sue to get her fill of her first blow job. Finally she came up for air, and sat back on the bed.

"Oh, that was fun. So warm, and tender. I've had visions, and dreams, and fantasies of what that would be like, but I never ever dared think it would be that much fun," Susan said. "How did I do, Doc? Did it satisfy you as much as it did me?"

"Honey, you were perfect," I told her, perfectly truthfully. "You are going to be – already are – a wonderful cocksucker. Now I'd like to return the favor, and you'll see how ideal it is to get eaten up. But look at Betty – we can't leave her out in the cold, can we? So I'll tell you what we're gonna do, m' friends. I'll lay on my back, and Betty can mount my cock and screw herself to death while you sit on my face, Sue, and I'll nibble away at your delicious pussy banquet. That way there's something for everybody. How's that sound, little girls?" I asked. Their immediate and enthusiastic assent followed.

I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and felt Betty clamber up and settle her face on my crotch. Sue, on the other hand, straddled my chest and then slid forward until her juvenile cunt was staring me in the face. She lifted a bit with her thighs until her tiny pink slit hovered over my mouth, and then leaned forward until her hands were above my head, supporting herself. Her tits hung and swayed excitingly over me, and my hands just naturally went to them as my tongue reached avidly for the young virginal slice of heaven that presented itself to my oral ministrations.

As my hotly moist tongue touched her sensitive opening, her thighs contracted involuntarily, and her hips rose away from my face. She lowered again immediately, and relaxed her legs till she settled more fully upon my face, my lips and nose buried in her delicately-scented pubic hairs. My lingual antenna searched out and found the entrance, and its sweet, honeyed moisture drove me to thrust rapidly and eagerly into her delicious slit.

Her soft moans and slow writhings were combining with the arduous and happy tongue-lashing that Betty was giving me down below, and my arms encircled, and my hands seized her buttocks and brought her beautiful young cunt mashed closely to my face. I could feel her buck and rear as the tickling sensation nearly drove her out of her mind, and that response, with the cloyingly savory sensations that permeated my mouth and nostrils was driving me ape.

My tongue slashed furiously in and out and up and down and around the pink-walled vagina that was so eager to impart happiness to both me and its bearer, and her responses to my caresses were all that I needed to achieve the delights that all three of us were seeking. Betty was assiduously working over my cock and balls, and one of her hands crept beneath my buttocks to tingle and tickle my asshole. She really knew how to stimulate every possible erotic zone – real fine for fifteen years old.

Sue was peering down and backwards, watching me kiss and love her tiny slit and budding clit that was moistened with the hot fluids that poured from her chaste pussy. My hands were molding and squeezing her big, soft titties vigorously and their nipples stood out proudly as they reveled in my massaging. The look of love and rapt adoration in her eyes was worth all the jewels on earth, and I knew at once that another delightful young teenager was enthralled in my palace of love, a willing slave.

Her hips were moving slowly up and down, and writhing round and round as the tickling of her crotch from my mouth increased the awareness of her sex. Faster and faster, hotter and hotter – she was on the brink, and then suddenly she collapsed full length on the bed on top of me, mashing her crotch hard against my face, and whimpering and softly crying as she struggled to get her cunt harder and faster up against my oral tool that brought her such ecstasy. It broke the hold that I had on her luscious tits, and I encircled her quivering buttocks and bounced them tenderly, heaving and panting.

Slowly her peak subsided, and we lay there, spent, exhausted. I didn't realize until that very second that I, too, had come, right at the same instant. Betty was wiping the drops of sperm from her smiling lips as she got up, and it was only then that I realized that my cock lay flaccid and limp on my thigh. It had all been so totally simultaneous that my orgasm had been as much mental, satisfying my childish lunch, as it had been physical I hadn't even known when Betty had switched from fucking me astride to Frenching me. I had been thoroughly engrossed in devouring this responsive, delighted and delightful young babydoll that was parting so hungrily with her chastity. Her indoctrination was so complete that all else, even my own sensations and fucking satisfaction, had been blacked out of my mind.

"Ooooooohhhhh, yes, ooooohhhhh, that was wonderful," Sue was whispering, lying prone on the bed above me, her hands cupping her tender crotch and her soft, full, round asscheeks looming on my visual horizon. "Oh, God, Betty, that was even better'n you said it would be. Omigod, I just can't believe it. I thought that I was going out of my mind there for a minute. I thought that Doc'd drive me crazy. I almost quit halfway through, but I'm sure as hell glad I didn't. Ooooohhhhh, yes…" her voice trailed off to a smiling moan.

"Doc," said Betty, "how about you mounting me and really ramming it in? God, I need a really healthy, total fuck. I've been doing too much watching and helping, and not getting enough up in me to satisfy me. C'mon, big boy, ride the hell out of me just once. I'll bet I can take all you've got and more. I'll have you beg-gin' for more and beggin' for mercy, all in the same breath," she taunted me.

I was delighted to accept the little girl's challenge and we moved to the bed. Sue rolled over to the far side and we lay down and embraced. The soft warmth of her young body and the thought of penetrating and loving her tender teenage body soon had me aroused, and as we lay there kissing and caressing, with her hands manipulating my responsive tool, my fingers found her hotly wet pussy and she spread her beautiful thighs and tugged me over upon her.

Her hands avidly rubbed the enormous head of my cock against the damp pink slit opening of her snug cunt, and then her hips thrust up against me. I could feel the wonderfully tight gripping of her vaginal walls as inch after inch of meat rammed into her. Each different time I loved a young girl, the thrill was the same upon entering her, and I gazed raptly down at the combination of surprise, shock, pain and ecstasy that played across her face as she took my shaft inside her hot little gut.

"Damn, Doc, I'd forgotten, I guess, how huge you are. Lor-dee! That feels like I'm splittin' wide open, but it feels so hot and good up in there. Don't stop, hell, I love it. There, yeah, that's better. Ooooohhh, yes, that's good, more, now, a little more, yeah, keep it up, lover."

Her head was rolling back and forth in time to the writhing of her hips, and her big young tits jiggled entrancingly as she wiggled beneath the spearing of my long, stiff cock. I slid it further and further in at her begging, and saw her eyes open wide and her chest heave with a great deep breath as my tool finally disappeared completely up against her womb mouth. I left it there, in to the hilt, and with my right hand I pressed down on her tenderly flat belly muscles and began to rotate my hand directly over where my cock was filling her. With my left hand I sought, found, and started to pinch gently on her protruding clit. The response was immediate and electrifying.

"Keee-rist! I'm gonna explode, boss! Oh, no more, I can't take it! Don't stop, please. Oh, yes, yes, yes, but no more, Doc, I'm going crazy. Please, please, you are drivin' me out of my mind, oh-God-oh-God-oh-God that's good, good, good! Oh, Christ, Doc, stop. Please. Stop." She suddenly slumped and her eyes shut. I let up on the extraneous ministrations and slowly and tenderly slid my cock out until only the head remained between her pink moist lips. Then slowly and steadily into the hilt again. On the second stroke, a smile crossed her face and her eyes opened, looking up at me so adoringly and worshipfully that I knew she was all right and merely getting the full charge of ecstasy and exquisite bliss that comes from experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, each one faster and bigger than the last, until the ultimate was reached, and she had nearly passed out from joy.

Leaving it clear in, although it was getting softer since I had come, too, just as she climbed that highest mountain, I let my hands trace gently all over her thighs and belly, across her breasts and nipples, and knew that the tender, warm touch, with the filling love and inside feelings, would make her happy and contented.

"Oh, Doc, that was wonderful. Sooooo perfect. As great as any time ever for me. God, I needed you, and what you do to me, you wonderful dirty old man. Christ, if I had that kind of action once a day, I'd be happy for life. Just leave it in a little while longer, Doc," she said, and began snapping her pussy muscles and milking my cock for every last drop of come. The only thing wrong was that that snapping action would soon arouse the hell out of me, and we'd be right back where we had started. And I had work to do, dammit. Others to take care of. I slowly dismounted from off Betty and playfully slapped her beautiful bouncy butt.

"You'd better get dressed, babydoll," I told her. "I can't stay here all day, much as I'd love to. And you, too, Susan. I just wanted to give you a sample today of how pleasant sex can be. You won't be losing your cherry today. How about tomorrow? We'll get together again, and I'll teach you what fucking is like. How come your boyfriend never scored?" I asked her.

"Who, Paul?" she replied. "He's just not aggressive enough, I guess. He never pushed me. Or he's probably scared of Dad – everyone thinks old Sheriff Jim is the meanest guy in town. But he isn't – he's always gentle and good with me – not like a stepfather at all," Sue said.

"Little child, whether you know 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, to be precise. 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 that's a good friend of Tony's?"

She nodded. "Yes, do you know him? He was with Tony this morning. Why?" Sue asked.

"Nothing. How do you feel about your stepfather?" I asked her, "C'mon, be totally honest with me."

"He's wonderful," she replied. "Like I said, he's always so gentle and good to me. And he's a helluva man, you know, in the sex department. I've seen him a couple times when he didn't know it, and he's got a cock about like yours, Doc. Really, he's the grooviest stepdad a girl could ask for. Why?"

"Just an idea," I told her. "Why don't you kids come back at one-thirty tomorrow afternoon? We can have a nice session and we'll teach you what all the rest of sex is about, Susan," I told them.

They both agreed enthusiastically, and then dressed and left. I sat at my desk making phone calls the rest of the day, lining up tomorrow's schedule. I had determined to make the next afternoon a red-letter day that this whole damned town would always remember. By four o'clock I was done, and went home to get well rested for the morrow.

CHAPTER SIX

As Betty, Linda, Lucy, Susan and Cissy appeared at my office, I assigned each of them a different room of my suite, and a quarter-hour later when Agnes, Shirley, Alice, Dottie and Sally entered, they filled each of my remaining offices.

At two p.m. sharp, in came Harold Wilson, Sheriff Jim, along with Stone, Richardson, and Bob Cook. Giving them the rooms of Lucy, Susan, Linda, Cissy, and Betty, I had all of them except Sheriff Jim go ahead on down the hall to their respective partners. As they trooped happily toward their horizontal conquests, the door again opened and Tony, Bill, Paul, Tom, and Dan entered and were assigned to the older women's rooms.

I motioned Jim Fieser to a seat, poured us each a highball, and brought up what was on my mind.

"I'll be very frank, Jim. I like you, know that we trust each other, and we have the same hobbies and goals, obviously. Now I want you to trust me implicitly. One hundred percent, right down the line. I know what I'm doing, and this is a little outside of the regular sex club routine, but it's for the best, and I speak as a doctor and a psychiatrist when I want you to do exactly as I'll instruct you."

"Sure, Doc," the sheriff said. "Whatever you say, old buddy, you know that."

"All right. Now, I have a girl that's a virgin, in Room Seven, and it's all yours. Yeah, I know, you've got a helluva lot of meat for a virgin to take, but believe me, it's best this way. I just want you to be patient and very, very slow, and gentle as hell. Agreed?" I asked. "Yeah. Hey, that's great. Who is it, Doc, anyone I know?" I could see him running over all the possibilities in the town.

"Why, yes, Jim, it just happens to be someone you know. Pretty well. It's Susan. Mmmm, hmmm, your stepdaughter," I studied his reaction, "Whoa, now, Jim – don't say it. 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. As a public officer. As a good provider. Every way that a girl or a woman looks at a man, she is positive that you are the greatest. Okay, prove it. Be the most perfect lover. I know you want her – you've said so. And I know that it is a lot more than just a piece of young tail. I can tell that by the way you've raised her, and treated her. You've been her lover – in your mind, in your dreams, in your fantasies – for a long time. 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', instead of 'fuck' – that tells me right there that you'll be gentle and perfect for her. 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 is the rumble? You two aren't blood relations, and if you were ever divorced or widowed, you could legally marry Susan. So forget your Goddam Protestant ethics and start living honestly with your needs, desires, dreams, ideas and ideals. You just might be surprised at what all develops this afternoon. In more ways than one," I added.

He knotted and loosened his fingers half a dozen times while he thought it over. Finally he somberly stood up and nodded and reached for and shook my hand.

"By God, I'll do it, Doc. All of my dreams come true, and I'm as nervous as a freshman with his first piece. Helluva note for a grown man, isn't it?" He laughed. "But I see what you mean. And I'm curious about 'other surprises this afternoon' that you mentioned. What are they?"

"Whoa, boy," I told him. "All in good time. Now in Room Seven is a young lady – and I use the term properly – who is eager, willing and tender. Be gentle, Jim, but it's all yours. To build or destroy. Whatever. But I am willing to bet you build and win. The jackpot. Go get 'er, Jim." He left, hurriedly.

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. When he turned around, it was to face a nude and very lovely Susan. Her face turned white at the sight of her stepfather, and for a moment I thought that she was going to either panic and scream, or faint. She did neither, due to Jim's opener.

"Doc sent me to you, Susan dear. 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 spouting such smooth talk; but then, he'd probably gone over in his mind a thousand times what he'd say if he ever had Susan available. I could see her relax, and the color came back into her face and her bashful, youthful smile graced her pretty face.

"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 'patients' – the grapevine spreadeth, you know." She smiled. "Get out of those clothes if you're uncomfortable." She walked directly up to him, put her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him full on the mouth. I could see that her tongue had entered his opening mouth, his hands grabbed her bare hips, and they melted into a pliant single body.

As they broke loose from the passionate kiss, I could hear her, "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 I know that you and Mom, well, you… well, you know, you sleep apart, and all that, and I was just hoping 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 talked, and he was kicking his shoes off.

They walked over to the bed with their arms around each other's waists, and sitting there, had another long sensuous kiss. Jim leaned back on the bed, drawing her closer to him, and I heard him say, "Little angel, this makes all my dreams come true, and I'll be so very good and gentle and tender with you. Just lay back and relax – we've got all afternoon, and I just want to savor this moment." Good God, he was getting as corny and as horny as a sophomore in love.

They lay back, and his soft touch on her breasts, and his slow caress of her back and hips soon had her breathing deeply and squirming over closer to him. Her hands were not idle, meanwhile, and I saw them slowly stroke his cock as her lips nibbled at his ear lobe and she whispered to him too softly for me to hear. Then they both laughed, and as he started to slide down on the bed, I could see her hands pushing him eagerly on toward his velvet target.

She rolled over on her back and gradually spread her richly ripe thighs apart as his face reached the promised land. His huge hands reached and slid under her buttocks and hoisted her crotch a foot in the air so that this face was looking directly into her virginally tender love nest. I could see the glistening juices starting to form on the lips of her sweet pussy as he bent his head toward the answer to all his dreams. 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 heard her murmur as her hips thrashed about in his firm but gentle grasp. "Oh, yes, that feels good. So wonderful. Oh, Daddy, I've wanted that for so long. Yes, right there, yes, yes, ooooooohhhhhh! Don't ever stop. Oh, love, I'm coming! Now, now, NOW! Whew! Oh, God, that was perfect, Daddy. Hey, slow down. I'll melt, lover. Oh, that hurts!" He had inserted one finger a few inches into her slickly hot cunt. "But go ahead. Be gentle, that's all. Oh, yes, I want you to do everything to me, Daddy-lover. I need you and want you and love you oh, so much," she was moaning and whimpering.

I could see that he was very tenderly inserting only one knuckle of one finger, and was stroking it gently in and out to increase her fluid flow and keep her at a peak of excitement. Then she wriggled loose and bent at the waist so that she was turned down in the bed toward him. "Don't be so stingy, love," she cooed. "I'm hungry, too, you know. Let me help a little." Her tiny rosebud mouth encircled the enormous head of the sheriff's huge cock and she slowly inhaled the rigid weapon. Half of it was all she could take into her young mouth, but I could tell from the movement of her jaws and cheeks that that half was getting a real tonguing. The sheriff half-rolled over onto her and clamped her legs back against her chest as he dove starvingly into her hairy bush. His end of the bed was toward my peephole, and I could see that as his teeth and tongue operated with wild abandon on her receptive clit, that he had one finger in her tight little asshole and another in her cunt, and I knew that the two fingers were rubbing together inside to stimulate her to the utmost through the thin vaginal-anal membrane. I could see her thighs and belly muscles tighten as she came closer and closer to blowing it again, and her jaws opened even wider for the intromission of his thick, long cock into her face. It was obvious that neither of them would long be able to sustain the pace at which they were each taking care of the other, and I knew that the sensuous physical touches, combined with the intense psychological implications, was driving them both out of their respective minds. True – 'twas only a moment later that I heard her muffled moans as she experienced her second big come and simultaneously was drenched and nearly drowned by Jim's pulsing wave of sperm that filled her mouth and throat. She gulped bravely to contain it all, chewing and swallowing and reaching for more, and I could see him inhale her effluent honey and musk as she came in writhing waves against his tongue and fingers. Then all was still as they both lay there, regrouping their thoughts and strength. I knew they were permeated with the warmth and love that complete ecstasy and satisfaction can give a person. A rare and truly divine feeling, and I saw the sweetly adoring smile on her face as she slowly roused her self to turn and face her stepfather.

"Oh, Daddy, that was heaven. Just perfect. My God, I thought that I was going to turn wrong side out there for a minute. Ooooohhhh, what you did to me. Now you can't ever quit lovin' me – I just won't let you." She looked worriedly into his eyes. "Did I satisfy you, honey?" she asked plaintively.

He patted her shoulder and lay down alongside her and cuddled one of her beautiful young breasts. "Darling, it was better'n I ever dared dream of. And that was only the beginning, sweetheart. Just lie here and let me nurse this wonderfully perfect tit for a minute. God, they are delicious," he said as his mouth encircled her firm young globe and his other hand cupped her other tit and flicked the nipple softly. She pressed her pelvis against his and moaned quietly as he sent thrill after thrill through her boobs and loins with his hotly avid tongue.

"Oh, Daddykins, it's so nice to be able to be honest with each other. I've wanted you for such a long, long time, and I didn't dare open my mouth." She was grinning now. "And I've really got to open it to take care of you, big boy. Keeee-rist! That's a lot of meat for a little girl to take care of. But thank heavens I'm not a vegetarian," she laughed.

"Now just lie back and relax, honey child. We can take our time and do this 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, Sue."

"It's all right, Daddy-Jim," she reassured him. "I know it'll hurt some the first few times – I'm not totally ignorant of the facts of life – but it will be worth it. I know that. So go ahead. As gentle as you are, and as eager as I am for my first love affair, I'm sure we'll get along all right."

Jim petted and caressed her hips and tits and thighs and gradually worked around to her hot little box. As he neared his target, her legs drifted apart, and I could see from my hidden vantage point the twitching of the outer lips of her cunt as she was emotionally ready and mentally hot for her first fucking. He parted the pink opening with his fingers, and grasped his huge tool and rubbed its head in the opening to lubricate himself. A moment later, he placed the flared crown of his glans between her labia and just rested it there. She tried to press her thighs together to hold it at the mouth of her pussy, and thrust her hips up to help him enter her. It slid out from the tiny opening, and Jim patiently replaced it, telling her to lie still and let him do the work. That way they wouldn't have any sudden, unexpected and painful stabs, he told her.

Again her cunt mouth oiled his rigid shaft head, and he held it firmly in the middle while he guided it to the moist entrance that begged for penetration. His left arm encircled her hips and held her gently but tightly in position as he inched slowly and gradually into the young maiden's tiny crotch. She winced, and Jim stopped.

"No, Daddy," she insisted. "Go ahead. It didn't really hurt. Just sort of surprised me. It feels good and hot and big and wonderful in there. So go on, give me some more. We'll make it, lover." She was smiling up to the big stud with both her eyes and her lips.

Jim tentatively thrust another couple inches into her snug and almost splitting cunt, and after resting a minute to let her stretch and absorb the distension that was being forced up her, he withdrew clear to the head and softly entered her again, but only as far as he'd been the first time. After a half-dozen strokes, she was again smiling, and I could see that with every plunge, he was adding a half inch or an inch. She looked down at her pubes.

"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 it. At least not the first time. Would that disappoint you, honey?" she asked plaintively.

"Don't worry about that, little angel," the gruff old sheriff told her. "This is so good, and you're so wonderful, it's all I can do to control myself now. If we aren't careful, I'll explode in you right now. And I wanted our party to last a little longer."

With a slyly malicious grin, she wrapped her arms around her stepfather and her legs encircled his ass and she lunged upward, impaling herself on his gigantic cock. I heard her moan and whimper as its terrific size nearly split her belly in two with its deep penetration, and then they clung together as the sheriff's cock plunged, almost of its own free will, hard and long and determinedly into her tender-yet-tight twat. She clung fiercely to his pounding body, and in ten seconds it was over – his load was pouring from the edges of her overcrowded and hot little cunt, and he was panting and limp with ecstasy and exhaustion. They lay quietly in each other's arms.

"I couldn't resist it, Daddy," she smiled. "I figured it was like takin' a bandage off – one quick little hurt, and it would be all right. And I was correct. It feels so good. But I think maybe I'm bleeding just a little. Better let me up so I can clean up." She walked slowly, totteringly and slightly spraddle-legged over to the wash basin and tidied herself up.

"Now that the worst part is over, Jim-Daddy, we can settle down to good, tender lovin' whenever we want to, can't we? Oh, darling, I've been in love with you ever since you and Mom got married. You're my hero, did you know that? O' 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.

"We'll have to work something out," he said. "This damned 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 talk it over with Doc – he's a sure-enough smart man – he'll probably figure some way out for us," Jim said.

I slid my peephole closed and left them to their billing and cooing and getting better acquainted. I had a lot to do in short order. I went down the hall 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, I put Tom and Dottie Wilson in with Dan and Sally Walker. While these happy foursomes were switching and swapping and enjoying the new arrangements, I got Betty and Linda and Harold and Judge Stone together in one room, and Lucy, Cissy, Bob Cook and old Richardson together for a little variety.

That left Sue and Jim alone, and Paul and Alice Springs. I invited all four of them into my own office, and there was a brief moment of embarrassment when Paul saw his "steady" undressed with her stepfather.

Alice smoothed it over rapidly with, "See? That's why I prefer young boys. Migod, look at the size of that cock. Come here, Paul, take care of me real gently, darling, again." I left them to get acquainted, and set myself to 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, fornicating, devouring, enjoying. No one could put the others down for favoring what they, too, favored. In thirty seconds, the whole crowd was happy and kidding each other. Only two small problems remained – Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, and Mr. and Mrs. Fieser.

Mrs. Wilson took the initiative, jokingly made a mock introduction. "Tom, darling, I'd like you to meet my husband. Harold, dear, this is your replacement. Now, let's see, where were we, Tom, love?" and they immediately resumed fucking. I motioned Tony to go take care of Alice Springs, and when Paul stood up from her bed, I beckoned him over.

"Paul," I told him. "I certainly hope you like the looks of Alice Fieser, because if you do, this whole deal will be the jackpot of the century. How's about it, young feller?"

"Susan's mom? Hey, Doc, she's real cool. I'd have loved to have made out with her long ago, but the sheriff and all, you know how it was, God, yes, she's a lot of woman." Paul was hot to trot.

He and I walked over to Agnes, and I told her pointblank that they had had a houseful of lovers for a long time, but that the pairing off had been execrable. Instead of Paul dating Sue, and Agnes married to Jim, which was an impossible setup for happiness, I now had everyone paired off according to their talents, capabilities, and desires. Everyone's dreams were coming true today. She smiled up at Paul and put her arms around him.

"Come to Momma, little boy, let me take care of you like you never knew of before." He melted down on the bed beside her, and I could see that they were going to get along fine.

I noticed that old man Richardson and young Lucy were sort of off to themselves and I figured, correctly I found out later, that he was merely being overprotective of her recent deflowering and didn't want her to participate in too much group sex and get worn out, torn up, or otherwise abused. And Jim and Susan were playing on the fringe of the crowd for the same reason, plus I had a sneaking hunch that the sheriff wasn't going to share her young body with anyone else, and it was all right with her – they were actually, totally, stars-in-the-eyes in love with each other, and more than a little possessive about each other. Which was fine. There was more than enough action going on in the center ring of the large room.

Betty (who else but this complete extrovert and insatiable variegator) had suggested a French daisy chain, and had everyone (an even dozen, anyway) lined up in a circle, and then they each leaned toward the partner on the left and began a licking and sucking contest. Since there were six of each, male and female, everyone got a good partner, and there were cries and screams and giggles as each one came at a different time, some hanging on for seconds, others looking up and watching those across the circle.

I suggested when that was through – old Judge Stone hung on for thirds, young Cissy was such an artist with her tongue – that I would turn my back, they were to rearrange themselves in the circle, then count off, from 1 to 12. That way I didn't know who was where. Then, when that was finished, I turned around and started calling numbers three at a time.

"Four, nine, two," I called, and Harold Wilson, little Cissy, and Bob Cook stepped forth.

"Sic 'em," I grinned, and they raced to the nearest bed, where Cissy lay with one on each side. As Harold fondled her tiny breasts, Cook began licking her cunt, and she then began sucking on Harold's cock as she jacked off old Cook with her hand. We all sat and stood around, most of the viewers idly petting and caressing a neighbor, watching the first revelers participate in the menage a trois before our eyes. Finally, Cook suggested that Cissy get face down on Harold's cock, boost her ready rear-end up in the air, and let him in the back door. Cissy responded with alacrity, and as Richardson drove his shaft up her snug rectum, she almost choked herself diving forward onto Harold's tumescent cock. Cook hauled her back by the hips onto his pounding shaft, and they soon synchronized their strokes until with a glorious cry of triumph he emptied his seed up her tiny asshole just as Harold filled her avidly working mouth with his load of sperm. The three of them lay back, exhausted, to some well-earned applause from the rest of us.

"Next," I called, "numbers three, six, and seven." It turned out to be Tom, Tony and Sally Walker. So far, the pairings had been luckily ideal. Or ideally lucky. Either way, everyone was happy with the arrangement.

As Sally escorted the two hot-blooded youths to the field of champions, we all settled down once again to view the proceedings. Sally took charge immediately, and had the youths lie side by side on the bed, with herself in between them.

"Now, whichever one of you gets a good hard-on first, fucks me, I'll French the other one," she told them, and proceeded to stroke and jerk their cocks while they both reached for and fondled one of her bounteous, jiggling breasts. Tony's cock rose immediately, and as he started to roll over onto Sally, she pushed him back.

"Okay, you're first," she told him, "but we'll have to do it my way. Now, we'll do it dog fashion so I can blow him at the same time. Besides, you can get your cute little pecker clear in that way and have plenty of freedom back there to play all you want, and if you're wondering what to play with, I'll guide you to the best clitoris you ever massaged. Now get with it – get on and get in. This is going to be great." And so saying, she knelt over Tom's semihardon, smiled eagerly, and engulfed it and began working with her hot mouth, tonguing and sucking rapidly on the deliriously delighted youth. Tony was pumping manfully away at her cunt, bracing himself with both hands on her big full cheeks of her butt, and ramming away merrily. His hand finally crept under her, searched for and found her hot button, and pinched and caressed it as she backed more and more up to him to get it all in. As she came, her moans told us how good it was, for she never let her mouth leave young Tom's cock for a single stroke, but she clamped her thighs together, trapping Tony clear in to the hilt, and we could tell from the way her thigh muscles undulated that she was milking his small cock for every last drop of his young come. Just then Tom exploded in her face, and she swallowed each drop as it surged forth, so that when she rose and sat back, breathing heavily, Tom's cock flopped sideways, totally spent. The three lay there for a few moments, savoring the session, and I thought of three more numbers.

"Eight, thirteen and sixteen are next," I called. It was Alice, Bill, and Dottie, and as the two well-developed women led their young lad to the sacrificial altar – and a very eager sacrifice he was, too – we knew that we were in for a big session, for each of them was kidding the other, and bragging how they were going to outdo the other in working Bill over. If each of them kept half their promises, young Bill would get turned wrong side out in about five minutes.

Alice lay on the bed and took Bill's already-hard dick into her mouth. Dottie lay down alongside, facing the other way, and pulled Bill's head down into her hotly moist muff, where his tongue soon found its target, and Dottie's hips began to writhe and twist and turn as he fluttered her clit avidly and vigorously. Bill's hands, meanwhile, were exploring, and one of them ended on Dottie's full, bouncy tit, while the other crept up to and then into Alice's cunt. His mutual gropings and caresses, and the two women's keen cravings drove them all to a peak far sooner than they had anticipated, and in less time than it takes to tell, the variety of the threesome blasted them all off into orgasm.

I decided, in order to make the teams come out even on the last round, to participate in it myself. Besides, I was so horny I couldn't sit still any longer while all the action was going on around me without getting my share. It turned out that there were two foursomes: Agnes, Paul, Dan and Shirley; and Stone and myself with Betty and little Linda; so the teams were again evenly matched.

Stone grinned ruefully as we approached the girls on the bed. "Don't know how I can compete with that big tally whacker of yours, Doc. Damn, these kids'll throw me and my little one out of the circus, probably."

I told him don't worry about it, there was enough to please a little girl, and a girl would rather be tickled to death than bored to death, and so on, and then we were bedside. Stone headed for Linda, and I was glad to get Betty – her lush, voluptuous roundness and willingness and ability to try everything, to perform in every way, still gave me a thrill. And she really worshipped sex. A truly sexual hedonist – just loved to fuck, suck, take a trip around the world, a dealer's choice sort of game. I grabbed her and began fondling her hard, young tits. As I mouthed a nipple, and tried to twist the pair of them inwards to get them both in my mouth at once, her hands were strolling up and down my body, bringing little tickly tingles of electricity clear through me. Finally her hands settled in front, in my crotch, and I could feel her tiny paws trying vainly to surround my huge cock. As she felt it stiffen and grow in her grasp, she could wait not a second longer, and she dropped to her knees in front of me and crammed the bulbous head of it into her mouth, both hands still on the base of my shaft, and looked up adoringly at me with eyes like a happy spaniel. As her hotly wet tongue flicked around the rim and the head, I could feel it swell even more inside her mouth, and then she lowered her head and began diving forward on it and engulfing as much of its ten-inch-plus length as she could take in her tiny jaws. The firm, warm snugness of her oral cavern, with her frenzied tongue keeping time to her rapid head strokes, drove me up the wall, and I decided to let the first batch fly – then on the second and subsequent comes I'd have a lot better control. We could both begin to feel the buildup of my orgasm, and she redoubled her efforts on my cock, tickling my balls with one hand and gently stroking my asscheeks with the other. Then it came: surging, pulsing, wave after wave of hot, thick, creamy love for the filled, stretched face of my teenage delight. She held her head still, gulping valiantly to swallow all of my jism before it could trickle from her avid mouth. Finally she backed off and sat up, panting heavily, slowly rubbing her jaws.

"Goddam, Doc," she grinned, "every time I think I'm used to that supersized cock of yours, I get another session, and it seems like it's always bigger'n I remembered it to be. Don't tell me you're still a growing boy?" She laughed, "I'm not complaining, you understand, I was merely mentioning it."

"Honey, you are the best fifteen-year-old cocksucker I've ever known," I told her, "so just possibly it does get just a little bigger and harder for you. You're really something special, Betty baby."

"Why, thank you, kind sir," she said with a bow of her head. "If I'm that good, could you get it up for a really good hard fuck about now, sir?" She started petting it as she spoke.

"Keep that up about another ten seconds, and you're in for the ride of your life," I threatened or promised her.

I glanced over at Judge Stone and Linda, and saw to my surprise that the old boy had more imagination than I had given him credit for. She was on her back, and he was seated gently on her navel, with his cock between her two mountainous breasts, and as he held her tits together with both hands and pinched and tweaked her nipples, he was tit-fucking her, sliding his shaft back and forth in her cleavage. Apparently she was enjoying it, for each time that he would slide forward, exposing the head of his cock, she would lick her finger and rub the glans vigorously, tickling the very tip of his rod with her fingernail. Let them play their games – I had all I could contend with when Betty was as hot as she was now.

Betty's hands pushed me gently over on my back, and I watched passively as she seated herself astride my gigantic cock. She had to halfway stand up to get above the head of it, and as she rubbed it back and forth in the musky, steamy juices that were seeping from her crevice, I felt the first tingle and thrill of her prelude. As I gazed up at her soft round child's body, with her tits swinging sensuously in my face, and her tiny hands trying to manipulate my huge organ, I was exquisitely happy that I had this moment of pleasure – heaven on earth, having complete and totally sating sex with such a beautiful young girl-child.

Her sharp gasp as she sank halfway down on my cock was coupled with the hot, snug warmth of her cunt walls rubbing vigorously against my shaft, and the knowledge that this penetration was filling and delighting her was almost enough to make me come. I relaxed, to let her take the lead. She sat upright, and with only her legs in motion, began humping and sliding up and down on my dick, each time sinking further and further down, taking more and more of it up into her belly. I could feel the hot, hard mouth of her womb bumping against my cock-head, and wondered when she'd stop, or how much she'd try to take. Both her hands were pressing her belly, and I knew that she could feel my long rigid meat through her abdominal wall, as I could feel her little hands as they pressed her tummy. My cock was bumping against their pressure, too. I was engulfed in, surrounded by, and totally wrapped up in this hot young teen cunt. Every touch, each sensation, all my emotions were tearing at the wall of ecstasy, and soon the wall came tumbling down, and I was pouring her tight wet cunt full of my sperm. She sat perfectly still for a moment, then began snapping the inner muscles of her cunt, drawing upwards the last vestiges of cream from my loins.

She sprawled face downward on my chest, her hands and arms fondling and stroking my upper body, as she rested with my now half-limp cock still in her oozing, seeping cunt. Neither of us paid any attention to the mess that was trickling out upon our thighs. It was only a juicy batch of love fluids – no harm done. She raised, leaned forward, and gave me a tender, gentle kiss. Mostly soft, clinging lips, not much tongue action. It wasn't like her usual hot impassioned embraces, and I asked her, "Hey, what kind of a kiss was that, lover baby?"

She smiled slowly and wistfully. "I've got a sneaking hunch, Doc, that this may be the last time we make it together. Am I right or wrong?" I patted her on her beautiful rump and slid out from under her. "Tell you later all about it, angel," I told her, and rolled over to where Linda and Judge Stone were now resting.

"Next gunner," I told them joyously, and the judge turned to Betty with a lecherous old-smile. I had Linda sit up on the bed, to display her 42-D tits to better advantage, and then lay with my head in her blonde crotch and looked at those enormous jugs towering over me. As she leaned forward to reach my cock, a tit hit me right in the mouth, and I encircled it with both hands to keep it in my face as I hungrily gnawed on the little pink nipple. It sprang to life simultaneously with my cock, and I immediately rolled over and pushed her legs apart and turned in the bed so that my cock was in her face as I reached with my tongue for her delicious snatch. I then bent her legs back, flattening out her huge-though-firm tits on her chest, and hoisted her pelvis up toward my face. I let my tongue rove and wander up and down the sweet moist line of her closed cunt, and felt her legs and body relax beneath me as her hot emotions began to be sated.

She had half my cock in her little mouth, her jaws straining to contain it, but I scarcely felt her tongue caressing and firing my sensitive rod, for I was faced with Paradise on earth – the pubes and ass of a twelve-year-old nympho. And I knew exactly what to do. And I set about doing it.

I inserted my forefinger and my middle finger in the sweetly slick juices of her cunt and rubbed gently inside.

My thumb was flicking and tickling her shiny, beady pink clit that peeked out so enticingly. The tremors that shot through her young pliant body urged me onward, and I knew that this tiny, tender love slave would soon be rocking and moaning with the hottest and highest of heavenly delights – continuous orgasms. I craned my neck a little further and let my stiff wet tongue stroke gently and caressingly up the crack of her beautiful ass, between the round bulbous white globes of her cheeks and linger lovingly on the pink puckered rosebud of her asshole. It puckered tighter in response to my kissing and licking, and then I felt her relax beneath me and was welcomed into the inner sanctum by her backward pushing with her buttocks.

She wanted more of my ministrations.

More she would willingly get. My tongue penetrated her viciously tight anus a half inch, an inch, then two inches, and I could feel the response and acceptance throughout all of her slim childlike body. My tongue whipped back and forth, in and out, my fingers stroked with a scissors movement inside her hotly eager cunt, and my thumb was arousing her clitoris to a peak of excitation. All in all, charming little Linda was getting the full treatment, and I could now feel her renewed efforts with her mouth on my turgid cock. She was gradually drawing my strength and manhood out the head of my dick into her hotly receptive mouth and throat. Her finger entered my anus and when she rubbed vigorously against my prostate I felt her shudder and vibrate beneath me just as I came clear from the tip of my toes. Her young mouth was so gorged with cock, and her thrashing around was so rapid and strenuous that she had engulfed the entire ten-plus inches just as I unloaded what felt like gallons of my sperm into her sucking, drawing mouth. The continued flagellation of her tongue on its pulsing length finally drained the last drop from me, but she stopped not, neither did she rest or slow down. My cock remained rigid and ready.

With a sudden burst and roll, I was free of her and turned her face down on the bed, reached under her flat, smooth tummy, and hauled her to her knees. My still-slick cock was pointed right at her tiny rear opening, and I spread her lovely asscheeks apart and nudged the tool at her back door. She cooed and smiled and snuggled back against it. As I pushed against its impossibly wee, snug entrance, I felt her sphincters relax and her bowels push back against me. I shoved, and was rewarded with a plop as the gigantic head leaped into the cruelly stretched hole. Her soft whimper was her only indication of the pain that I knew had been caused her, but now that it was in, and the diameter adjusted to, the length was immaterial, and I knew that she wanted all of it, in long, slow, easy, full strokes.

"Oh, yes. Doc, ram it in me, lover, all of it," she was saying happily. "Clear in, then clear out, oh, Christ I love it there. More, more; I can take it, Doc, I have to have all of that meat in me. Faster, faster, c'mon, more MORE!" She had reared back up onto her hands and knees by now, and I was pinching and rubbing her crotch and clitoris as hard as I could, and with the other hand I was trying to capture one of her huge tits that swung so magnificently to and fro with her violent lunging and rocking. She craned her head around and underneath so that she could see the full length penetrating and withdrawing. God knows she could feel it, but she also said she wanted to see it. I rammed and jammed every millimeter of my meat up the ass of this luscious twelve-year-old blond and admired the tiny, slim waistline that flared so voluptuously into her hourglass-shaped ass that was being stretched so sensuously by my huge cock. This was heaven. But too soon, too soon, and I could do nothing to stop it, the hot load gushed up her gut and nearly drove her head first down on the bed. I felt her cunt and ass and stomach muscles all churning with the happy acceptance of my warmly wet wave of love that pounded up into her, and was milked dry and limp in a few precious seconds of delirium. I fell back, exhausted, happy, and totally satisfied.

Linda turned around and lay against my heaving, panting chest and placed my hand on one of her huge-yet-firm tits. Then she reached up and kissed me, gently and warmly, like a child-lover, not as a prelude to more and passionate sex. Just a clinging baby kiss on the lips.

"Doc, was Betty's hunch right? Was this the last time we'll make love? I hope not," she said.

I figured that this was as good a time as any to make my announcement, so I got the attention of the group and after a few moments each of them ceased the pawings and nibblings that they were in the midst of, and I then told them the details of the plan I had made.

"Folks," I said, "the time has come for me to move on. I'll be closing my office here in Somerset in just two days, and I already have another suite of offices all 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 seen to it that way."

"We have had a pleasant, no, a truly wonderful interlude here. The town, and especially its charming and beautiful little 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, you all have been good to me, and I am positive that I've been able to help you in many ways – emotionally, physically, and mentally. Quite possibly you'll come to appreciate it even more over the years."

"Remember the lessons we've shared here – pass them on to the next pupil. For God's sake, rather for your own sakes, get rid of any and all inhibitions and repressions you have, don't acquire any more new ones, and you sure as hell shouldn't pass any on to your children. The world will mess them up enough – you folks do all you can to prevent it. Okay?"

"Another thing that I wanted to touch upon, and then we'll have a little roundtable discussion. I think that young Betty here should probably be elected captain or queen or whatever you wish to call it, to represent and recruit and screen any future applicants in her age group. Tony could handle the young boys, and Alice knows most of the women in town."

"I suggest that Sheriff Jim Fieser ride head honcho on the men, for several reasons. And it would sure as hell pay all of you to see that he is reelected term after term if you want any protection. He and Judge Stone can keep it out of the limelight, I'm sure. In fact, Jim, if you'll stay after a few minutes, with your family, and you, too, Paul, I want to chat with you all a bit. Now, are there any questions that any of the rest of you have?" I asked.

I settled the babble that erupted, and sorted out the more sensible and important queries (such as: where would they hold their meetings, how big should they let the group get) and answered them as best I could.

After the party had broken up, and we had toasted each other's health several times and thanks had been expressed by all concerned quite profusely, I was left alone with Jim and Agnes and Susan and Paul.

I always figure the best way to face an issue is openly, even abruptly. You get more honest reactions that way. So I dropped my bomb on the quartet.

"Sue, you and Paul should get married as soon as possible." I shushed the hubbub that ensued. "Listen, I generally have good and valid reasons for my remarks, don't I?" I asked. They agreed. "Okay, the purpose of that would be to let the young 'honeymooners' move in with you and Agnes, Jim – a natural enough move, when a young couple is having a hard time financially at the start, so no one will think anything of it. Then, and this is the crux of the matter: Jim and Sue will set up their own love life, and Paul and, Agnes will have the same bedroom."

"Now, don't give me that stunned look – we all know you two adults haven't had any kind of a marriage, and frankly, you never will. But you 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 devoted to your daughter, and you have security and protection, so there's no sense at all in having a divorce and a scandal when it can all be handled so conveniently for all concerned."

"Five or ten years from now," I went on, "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, and satisfy the mores of Somerset in the bargain. Paul is just eighteen, and you can give your consent for Susan, so they can get 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 of you women. And in public, play it straight. Well that's about it, folks."

I could see them all mulling it over in their minds, but I also noticed that Agnes' hand crept into Paul's, and they exchanged smiles. Jim put his arm around Susan and drew her willing body closer to him. Then they all apparently arrived at the same conclusion that I had, and we all shook hands on the arrangement. They filtered out the back door, and I remained in the offices to reluctantly start closing out my book-work and miscellany.

EPILOGUE

As I tooled my car toward the freeway and interstate highway west to my next office setup, and pulled to a halt at a red signal, a girl, roughly clad in the uniform of the free-thinking semi-hippie types of today approached my car and thumbed me.

"Ride, mister?" she called. I glanced around hurriedly, as many times, I was aware, several of them in a group use a single girl for bait to get a ride, and when you open the door, they all pile in. She was obviously alone – no one within a hundred yards. I reached over and unlocked and opened the passenger door.

"Hop in. Where are you heading?" I asked as the car gained speed and swung up the ramp onto the interstate.

"Anywhere you're goin', mister." She grinned. "I just ran away from home." A carefree little gamin, I decided as I appraised her cute face and short hair.

"Problems?" I asked, casually.

"God, I'll say. And I was supposed to be in court at ten-thirty tomorrow morning. I just know they were going to put me away till I'm twenty-one. That's what the judge threatened the next time I came in front of him. It's not for me, nossirree."

"What was the problem, specifically?" I asked.

"Aw, hell, just 'juvie' – you know, juvenile delinquent. Same old crap all the time. Just don't want us kids to have a good time," she snorted.

"Sex or dope?" was my next question, and her head snapped around.

"How'd you know? Are you fuzz, mister? Oh, well, I guess it would just about have to be one or the other, wouldn't it? Naw, I never touch dope – I've seen too many of those clowns get all fuck… all messed up on it. I wouldn't touch that," she declared virtuously.

"Don't be afraid to say 'fuck', like you started to say, young lady. If you've been doing it, you can certainly say it. And I'm a doctor, so you can't tell me a new word anyway, I'll bet you." I looked at her and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, you're okay, Doc. Where you headin'?"

"West. A couple or three states. It all depends. You want to go along? I guess I can afford to feed you for the company. I don't suppose you drive, do you?" I asked.

"No. I was goin' to learn this summer, but my boyfriend got busted and his car got repossessed." Then she grinned and slid over on the front seat. "But I'll try to keep you good company, Doc, to pay for the lift." She left little doubt by her tone of voice and voluntary nearness as to exactly what she meant.

I slipped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her a little closer, then dropped my hand down across her young chest. Her breast, small and firm and round, met my hand through her shawl, and I squeezed it gently. She leaned forward.

"Wait a minute. Let me get out of some of these threads, Doc." She wriggled and shrugged, and tossed the shawl and a sweater into the back seat and laughed up at me. "Hell, no sense wasting a good feel on a bunch of cloth, is there. That better? I thought so," she said, settling down again within my one-armed embrace.

In half a mile she let her hand creep across my lap, and unzipped my slacks. Hauling my cock out, she stared down at it and whistled.

"Jeeeee-sus! Where'd you get all that? What a beauty!" she said, and began rubbing and stroking it with both hands. The touch of her tiny hands and her enthusiasm brought it rapidly to full erection, and I began looking for a side road off ramp. I swung off at the next turn out, and proceeded a couple of miles up the narrow road to where I could see both ways for over a mile. That was enough warning time, I figured, so I pulled over and stopped and turned to face her.

She still held my turgid cock firmly in both of her hands, and was gazing at it in awe and wonderment. Then she looked up and smiled and spoke.

"Can I give you a blow job, Doc? Keeee-rist! That's a honey. I've never seen one that big," And without waiting for permission, or perhaps she felt the tacit approval that pulsed in the veins of my rigid dong, she bent her head, stretched her jaws, and finally got the head of my shaft into her tiny mouth. She stroked furiously with both hands along its stiff length as I felt her hot, wet tongue rimming the head and feeling around the opening in the end of my tool. As snug as her cheeks and mouth were, I knew that she wouldn't even "be able to begin to take any sizable portion" of it into her willing-but-little face, so I lay still and contented myself with the happy sensation of watching her small hands and tender pink lips massage my cock and fantasized about her adolescent avidity.

It had been twenty-four hours since I'd had any sex, so it was only a matter of moments till I felt the striving of my load to escape. I placed my hands on the back of her little head and pulled, her to me, inserting another couple of inches into her thoroughly stretched oral cavern. Then it came, running, leaping, pounding into her mouth, and although she struggled to contain it all, it was almost gagging her, and small white driblets seeped out the corners of her overloaded mouth. In a minute she came up for air, and kept hold of my cock as she spoke.

"Wow! And I mean wow! That was groovy. But who in the hell can take all that, Doc? God almighty, I sure wish I could – you're the answer to a girl's prayers, but a girl would have her choice of choking or getting split in half with a cock like that. But it sure is fun to play with for a while. Was it good, Doc?" Her eyes were appealing and seeking approbation. When I assured her that she was a really tremendous head job, it satisfied her, and she continued to pet my dick till it was again rampant and throbbing.

"I wasn't," I told her, "going to try to screw you, because I'm so damned leery of V.D.. Do you have a dose, little one? And what the hell is your name?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm Carolyn. I guess I took care of the other chores before worryin' about introductions, Doc. And no, I don't have a dose. The court insisted that I have a physical four days ago – pre-probationary exam, they called it – and I passed, and haven't been near a cock till just now, so we're both safe. But I don't know if I want to screw you, Doc. I don't mean to sound uncooperative, but, Jesus Christ, that's a helluva lot of cock to stuff up inside a little girl. Oh, I've dreamed of one like that, but who the hell ever thought they'd have their dreams come true so fully?" She kept fondling my staff, and I waited patiently. "We could try it, I guess. I'd sure like to take it. But if it hurts, and I tell you to stop, you stop, won't you? Don't hurt me too much, Doc."

I promised, and told her to get on top of me, and that way she could settle down on it only as far as she wanted to and could take comfortably. I'd just lie on the bottom and let her direct traffic. She said that that sounded better, and slipped her skirt up around her waist. She wore no panties, and I was amazed that she had shaved all the hair off her pubes, leaving me staring at a clean pink slit that was already rimmed with beady-slick juices from her emotional warmth of petting and sucking.

My thumb reached down and rubbed her tiny clitoris very gently, and she squirmed over on top of my lap as she got saliva in the palm of her hand and rubbed it all over the already-lubricated head of my cock. Then she parted the lips of her tiny cunt, and I could see the inflamed and eager redness of her waiting cavity as it was slowly lowered onto the flaring head of my pulsing tool. As the head was seated an inch or so inside, and bumping against the first barrier of close-set walls of her cunt, she parted the lips with both hands and wrapped them around the head. The intense heat of her tender young cunt enveloping my shaft caused a jerking motion throughout my cock, and this communicated itself to her, and she took a deep breath, sucked in her abdomen, and dropped fiercely down upon my swollen penis. It felt for a moment as if she had flayed all the skin off my pecker, and I could imagine how furiously her vaginal walls must have stretched with the straining entry of my immense cock into her baby pussy. She collapsed forward onto my chest, and lay sobbing with her head and face on my neck. She was breathing rapidly, and I could tell that she was almost crying with the splitting pain of my huge cock rammed up in her pinhole cunt. But it had been her choice, so I lay still and waited.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod, I'll bet I'm torn in two," she moaned. "I should've gone slow and easy, but I just thought, get it in, then it won't hurt so much. But, oh Christ! It hurts, Doc. No, don't move. Leave it in. I think it would hurt too much to try to take it out right now. It's gettin' a little better. Oh shit, I feel as if I'm ruined for life. My God, I nearly split myself on that beautiful hunk of meat. There," she said, smiling up at me bravely, although traces of tears hung in her eyes, "it's gettin' better, if I can just relax. But Keeee-rist! And damn! Every muscle in my gut is either stretched or torn, I'll bet." She raised herself an inch or two and lowered herself again, slowly and tentatively. "There, that's not as bad as that first stab. In fact, that feels great, once I can get my cunt relaxed. Now let me go ahead. I'll give you the tightest ride you ever had, Doc. Damn, but that's good. Ooooooh, yeah right there, just hold still and let me work all that lovely meat over. And over and over." She speeded up her rhythm, and the hot gripping of the walls of her sweet young pussy clinging to my shaft with every long stroke soon brought forth another boiling in my loins, and her frenzied attack told me that she, too, was nearing her orgasmic peak. We exploded together, and she fell onto my chest with all of my huge cock stuffed up into her gripping, grabbing cunt, and we lay there enjoined as she rubbed and milked in spasms to drain me of all of my love juices.

Finally she slid off and we got our clothing in some semblance of order, and as I drove back onto the interstate and headed west again, with her snuggled up close and warm against me, we discussed the situation we were facing.

"I really dig young girls the most," I told her, "as you probably guessed, so why don't we tie up together for a while? If, as and when we ever split up, I'll be generous with you, so you won't be hurting for money or clothes, and I'll get you a second-hand Mustang to drive, and so forth. In the meanwhile, you'll be my daughter, and no one will be the wiser. Incidentally, what are we going to do about school? How old are you, and what grade were you in last?" I asked her.

She giggled. "You're gonna hate me, Doc. I was eleven three months ago, and I'm in sixth grade." She laughed again at my stunned expression. "I started sprouting when I was nine, and then some of the boys taught me a little, and I liked the hell out of it, so being a little dumb about things, we soon got caught. Naturally, the boys just got a lecture, but I got put on probation. Hell, I'll bet the judge and lawyers'd have liked to fuck me, too. Anyway, I just decided I didn't want to go to reform school for seven years – they put you in till you're eighteen, y'know – so I just decided to run away. I'll promise you a couple of things, Doc. If you take care of me, I'll give you all the lovin' you can stand, and do anything, and I mean anything you want me to, 'cause I like sex every direction, and I won't let nobody else touch me, and I'll damn sure never ever snitch on what we do. That's a promise," she said solemnly.

I told her that we'd try to find a private school that would take her on the basis of tests instead of a school transcript, and that we'd work it out. Now I was set up permanently – or at least for a few years until she grew up and I wanted another, younger cunt – with my own little Lolita. It looked like my new life and setup were coming along exactly according to dreams I'd had.

So here we are, all fixed up fine in our new location, and you'll never know for sure exactly where we are, or who I am. We may even be in your town, and I may be seducing your daughter. If I am, all you have to do to get even with me is to be honest with yourself and your natural desires for young quim, and go on out and get yourself a young, snug teenager and teach her the delights of sex. The young ones want us older partners, too, you know.

Happy hunting.

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

EPILOGUE