The Eager Baby-Sitter
by John Harris


FOREWORD 

One has come to expect that stories of this type always bear a legend just 
behind the title page that proclaims: "The characters in this book are 
fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely 
coincidental." Astute readers now observe this legal escape clause and 
comment; "Oh, this must be another book about Howard Hughes." 

In all likelihood, the publisher, or his attorneys, will probably insist 
that this trite "Loophole Louis" clause appear in this book also. Well, 
don't you believe it! 

To be sure, the individual character of George Ross is indeed fictitious. He 
is merely the figment of a fertile author's imagination. Whether or not, as 
a real flesh-and-blood person, he ever loved or did the things attributed to 
him in this story, nobody can really say. Given an infinite number of 
characters and an infinite number of situations into which to place them, 
any author of fiction must, in time, make an accurate portrayal of a 
real-life character. Considered as a generalized characterization, I can 
definitely state that our society is indeed replete with the George Rosses 
of life. They are a natural by-product of our present way of life. 

Neither liking, nor hating, the situation will, by itself, alter the basic 
facts. There are many dark facets to the present sociological scene. Just as 
with flaws in a diamond, we cannot hide them nor can we simply wash them 
away. In order to rid ourselves of these flaws or dark spots, we must first 
study and understand their nature. Only when we have gained a cogent 
knowledge of them can we begin to grind or buff away these ugly flaws which 
mar the gemstone of our existence. 

Progressive political administrations, at both federal and state levels, 
have made tremendous strides in legislating programs of social reform 
designed to give aid and comfort to the very young and the very old. While 
these are commendable steps in the right direction, they do not take into 
account the vast segment of the population caught in the forty-to-fifty year 
span between these two social-aid programs. 

The population, explosion following World War II has made available a 
tremendous work force in their twenties. Trained observers of the business 
and industrial economic scene comment that men, by their mid thirties are 
often considered too old for the job. They flatly state that even highly 
trained and skilled men over forty find themselves virtually unemployable in 
the current labor market. A prominent industrial-relations expert writing 
recently in The Wall Street Journal described this group of men as "going 
through that awkward age in which they find themselves too old to obtain 
gainful employment and too young to collect Social Security." In recent 
years the unemployment and welfare rolls have been swelled by such people. 
In time, even these benefits expire. What are they to do then? Where do they 
run to and how do-they exist financially and socially? Where can a proud man 
go when he has come to the end of the line? Some become wards of the public 
while others become a burden on their children. One might paraphrase the 
words of Sir Winston Churchill and say of this unprecedented social 
phenomenon: "Never before in the history of human endeavor have so many been 
so expendable so early in life." 

Both sociologists and psychologists have long realized that many prisoners, 
while physically restrained from contact with the opposite sex, turn to the 
practice of homosexual acts during their incarceration. Exhaustive studies 
of this problem have revealed that the majority of these inmates regard this 
as a poor substitute for normal heterosexual relationships and lose all 
interest in homosexuality upon their release. They often justify their 
actions on the basis that "a half a loaf is better than none." Several 
prominent psychiatrists and sexologists have noted with alarm the rapidly 
increasing incidence of male pedophilia in our current society. They 
describe a close parallel as existing between the psychological motivations 
of the prisoner to turn to homosexuality and the unemployed middle-age male 
to turn to pedophilia. Common to both cases is the old expression that "an 
idle mind is the devil's playground." In the case of the latter group, men 
used to taking a proud and active part in life are separated from their 
peers either financially or socially. Suffering the pangs of frustration 
born of rejection and futility, they seek to impress and seduce someone, if 
only to bolster their ego. Since youth, as a group, is generally easily 
impressed, they turn to the youngsters of the opposite sex. Often it is the 
grandchild's baby-sitter who is his target because they are alone together, 
in privacy at night. In many cases these men readjust sexually when they 
become socially readjusted. They then regard the pedophilia as a temporary 
substitute for sexual normalcy just as the prisoner regards his temporary 
homosexuality. 

Such a man is George Ross, the principal character of this narrative. The 
story is not a pretty one, but then neither was John Steinbeck's The Grapes 
of Wrath which brought to light the social significance of a similar slice 
of life a generation ago. 

Mr. Harris' portrayal of this character is as poignant as it is pointed. 
Being fictional, our story has a happy ending in that Ross is fortunate 
enough to meet a woman doctor who succeeds in performing a psychological 
retread job which equips him to return to a normal, useful life within the 
current society. In real life, all too few disturbed men afflicted with this 
particular form of sexual aberration are so fortunate. 

After reading this novel, I get the feeling that the author is not asking 
the reader to have compassion for his characters but merely to make an 
effort to understand them and their problems. If he accomplishes this 
purpose, this book-has social significance in that a step will have been 
taken in the right direction. In the words of an old Chinese proverb: "The 
journey of a thousand miles must start with but a single step." 

Jules Griffon, Ph.D. Beverly Hills, California April 1973 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Please, Mister Ross, I'll do anything you ask-anything-if you'll just 
promise not to tell my folks," she pleaded and began to sob which made the 
big beautiful tits tremble like twin mounds of Jell-O. 

George approached the girl and patted her reassuringly on the head and 
shoulders. She pulled closer to him and he was unable to keep his hands from 
dropping down to cup and caress the soft full breasts and tweak at the 
little nipples. Her face was practically against his swollen throbbing prick 
now. She made no effort to move away nor to cover herself. It was too close 
now to even consider turning back. He knew that it was now or never. The 
blood was throbbing in his brain almost as violently as it was in his turgid 
cock. Unmindful of the consequences he released her tits and slowly unzipped 
his fly. Her eyes were glued to the parting teeth until they reached the 
bottom of the track. Reaching in he extracted his big dangling hairy balls 
as well as the twitching, burning shaft with the moist purple knob. 

"Suck it," came the gentle, quiet command. 

"But I don't know how. I mean, I've never done that before," the frightened 
girl stammered but without refusing or pulling away from the hot head of his 
cock that was less than an inch from her face. 

"Use your imagination. Experiment. I'll tell you when you are doing it 
right," he encouraged her. 

The touch of her moist tongue on the burning glans was like an angel's 
caress. It had been so very long. She seemed anxious to please and soon she 
was licking the entire length and breadth of it, even licking his balls when 
she came to the base. 

"Now open your mouth and suck on it, up and down, like it was a lovely 
popsicle," he urged her. 

"But, it's much too big. I could never get that huge thing in my mouth," she 
protested weakly, even as she prepared to follow his instructions. 

The soft tender lips slid enticingly over the hot throbbing helmet of his 
charger and soon it was beautifully encased in the cool moist confines of 
her mouth as she continued to tickle the big swollen vein along the bottom 
of its length with her darting tongue. George held her head gently but 
firmly as he slowly urged more and more of his throbbing, long neglected sex 
into the wondrous wetness of her mouth and throat. She seemed to warm to her 
task now and began to fondle" his balls with her cool fingers and to stroke 
the part of his shaft that she had not yet learned to orally encase. George 
was aflame with passion. While he hadn't been laid in over a year, it had 
been some three years since he had had his cock sucked. Now it was actually 
happening. It was too good to last long. He tightened his grip on her head, 
fearful that the inexperienced young girl might try to pull off of his 
throbbing prick when he blew his load in her mouth. He had no way to knowing 
that his fears were in vain. Betty knew from her experiences at masturbating 
her boy friend's how men ejaculated their hot jism in the climax of this sex 
activity. Also she had watched her mother go down on her father a number of 
times. Before her mother took it out of her mouth it was always limp and 
shrunken. She realized that she had taken his come in her mouth and she 
realized that this was now what was expected of her. She was already aware 
of a rather pleasant fragrance and flavor to his sex. Now she was erotically 
curios to see what the heavy hot fluid would taste like. She had never seen 
her mother spit it out so it must be good enough to swallow. Her jaws were 
beginning to ache now from the unaccustomed stretched-lips position, so she 
began to stroke her lips as far up and down as much of the length of his big 
cock as she could possibly accommodate while she gently kneaded his balls 
and stroked the swollen lower vein where it disappeared into his balls. It 
began to throb and twitch violently in her mouth now, and then she felt the 
head swell up just before her mouth and throat were flooded with the heavy 
liquid outpourings. It seemed to gush out faster than she could swallow it 
and some of it overran her mouth and came out of her nostrils. As she took a 
man's cum into her own body, even though orally, for the first time in her 
life she became aware of a growing hot wetness in her own crotch. Since she 
had gone this far she was anxious to go all the way. Now that she had known 
the feel of a real man's prick in her mouth, she wanted to experience the 
feel of it in her cunt, too. She wondered if he would be able to do anything 
about that now that she had sucked him soft. He released her head and slowly 
she pulled off of 'his spent cock until it plopped limply from her lips. The 
taste of his cum really permeated her mouth and intoxicated her to sexual 
cravings beyond her wildest girlish experiences. 

"You did that beautifully, Betty," old George informed her with a tender 
smile. "Such a good job must be rewarded and I intend to give you your 
reward right now." 

He pulled off her slacks and panties now and spread the firm young thighs. 
The pink gash of her sex glistened with the juices of anticipation like a 
tender rosebud covered with dew. He fell to his knees on' the floor between 
her spread legs and stroked her thighs and tummy and the soft globes of her 
full breasts. Slowly, he lowered his face to her furry triangle and nuzzled 
his nose and lips in the fragrant soft pubic hair while the aroused young 
girl squirmed in delight at the very touch. Then he dropped his mouth to her 
tender slit and began to lick and suck on it while she went wild with 
passionate desire. He sucked the lips of her quim into those of his mouth 
and slipped his tongue between them into the creamy tube in the ultimate 
soul kiss. He licked up and down the full length of her fur-fringed valley 
of sex from her erect little clitoris to her tight tan asshole while she 
moaned and groaned and grasped his head and pressed it tight to her creamy 
cunt. He tickled her sensitive button with the tip of his tongue and then 
sucked the little white pea in the pink shell into his mouth and began to 
suck up and down on it. He worked one hand beneath her and inserted his 
middle finger deep into her ass and his middle finger into her vulva. He 
held her in this delightful bowling alley grip while his tongue and lips 
tortured the wildly erogenous clit as his other hand caressed and stroked 
and squeezed on those luscious breasts. She shuddered as violently as though 
a major earthquake had struck as the mammoth orgasm swept through her while 
the little muscles inside her cunt and ass clutched and squeezed 
convulsively on his embedded fingers. Her head lolled from side to side and 
her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets as she experienced the most 
fantastic multiple cum of her entire life. When the last of the seething hot 
winds had blown through the corridors of her sex, she collapsed beneath his 
face like a deflated balloon. 

Sucking the lovely young girl's cunt, until he had drained her honey pot, 
had re-aroused old George. When he got up on his knees between her 
still-spread thighs he had achieved a workable erection. Having gone this 
far, he knew that he had to fuck her now. He could still taste her cunt 
juices on his lips as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the spongy 
head up and down the soggy slit and against the little clit. He wondered if 
she was still a virgin. Since pecker tracks on the couch in his daughter's 
den would surely arouse suspicion, he pulled two large handkerchiefs from 
his pockets and worked them beneath her creamy cunt. Slowly he urged the 
swollen head of his burning prick between the moist pink lips of her 
throbbing cunt. They soon encased the hot glans even more delightfully than 
her mouth had done earlier. Gently, he thrust forward until he encountered 
an obstruction. The tender membrane that had up to now stood guard at the 
gates of her virginity was still intact. It wouldn't be for long. She lay 
there so still that he wondered if she had fainted. What he had done so far 
was legally carnal abuse, but it had done her no permanent physical harm. 
Medically and legally it could not be proven that he had gotten her to suck 
his cock and that he had sucked her sweet little cunt. There was the element 
of doubt. To forcibly rape an unconscious underage virgin was quite another 
matter. If she felt remorse about the experience and confessed to her 
parents, they could prosecute and he would be a cinch to do hard time in the 
steel chateau. It was too big a risk to take. While it is often said that a 
stiff prick has no conscience, George Ross still had the conservative mind 
of a trained engineer. Reluctantly, slowly and painfully, he moved back 
until the enraged head of his cock realized that it had been removed from 
the wondrous caress of her nether lips. 

"Don't take it out, Mister Ross," Betty sobbed, grabbing for his retreating 
cock. She had not been unconscious after all. Somehow it seemed almost 
ludicrous to George that the dear child should, out of force of habit, call 
him "Mister Ross" at a moment like this. 

"You mean you want me to fuck you? You want for me to destroy your 
virginity?" he asked in happy disbelief. 

"Yes, Mister Ross, I want very much to have you fuck me. I want to feel that 
beautiful big meat of yours all the way inside me, down there. As for my 
virginity, I've only been saving it for a real man like you. I didn't want 
to waste it on one of the kids. I want for you to take it. I'll never tell 
anybody-honest I won't. I've been a girl long enough. Tonight I want you to 
teach me what it feels like to be a woman. Fuck me, Mister Ross. Please ... 
fuck me!" There was almost a note of desperation in her voice. She clutched 
at his cock and at his balls and pulled him toward her as she thrust her 
cunt forward to meet him. This time she guided the soft swollen head into 
her waiting cuntal lips. 

It is not often that a forty-five-year-old grandfather gets a chance to 
smash the cherry of a beautiful fifteen-year-old girl. It would have taken 
Herculean strength to walk away from an opportunity like that. George Ross, 
the sex-starved widower didn't possess such strength. He thrust forward into 
the tight virgin cunt. Betty gasped and bit her lip. Perhaps she couldn't 
take in his big prick after all. He pulled back and rammed forward again. He 
could feel the membrane of her hymen stretch as she gasped in pain at the 
ferocity of the required assault upon this stubborn bastion to her inner 
sex. 

"I don't care if it hurts. Please, don't stop. Keep slamming it at me until 
you get all the way inside me. I made up my mind that tonight I'm going to 
get fucked by a man, not a boy, and I'm not about to let a little pain stand 
in my way. C'mon, man, fuck me!" she sobbed. 

George rammed her good now, back and forth as he felt the rubbery gate 
stretch until it finally ripped. He could feel the virgin blood of her 
maidenhead ooze out and trickle down over his balls. Gently, but firmly, he 
now stretched the tunnel of her sex as he burrowed deeper and deeper into 
her tender virgin cunt. At last he was buried balls deep in her soft sex. He 
could feel the spongy head of his long cock rubbing against her uterus and 
cervix. The walls of her vagina squeezed gently on the embedded meat that 
was the welcome intruder. She lay very still as he stroked gently all the 
way in and out of her. Only towards the end did she seem to respond to his 
movements. There was a sweetness to her responses that delighted his 
sex-hungry staff that hadn't been in a cunt for a year now. He wanted to 
make her cum but soon he realized that he could hold back no longer. 

"I've got to cum, Betty. I can't hold off any longer," he whispered 
hoarsely. 

"Oh yes, give it to me. Cum in my cunt! I want to feel your hot jism 
shooting out deep inside my belly," she urged feverishly. 

He thrust even deeper into her previously secret innermost caverns and then 
erupted like a mighty volcano deep in their confines. She moaned and covered 
the older man with kisses as she felt the deep flow of his molten love lava. 
When the tidal wave from his balls had finally ebbed, she threw her legs 
around his buttocks and held him in a death grip. 

"Don't take it out. Now that I have it inside me I don't want you ever to 
take it out. Just hold still while I squeeze it with my cunt. I'll try to 
help you to get it all nice and hard again. I just know we can do it if we 
try and work at it together. You have opened so many beautiful doors to life 
for me tonight. I want to go the full route. I must know what it feels like 
to cum to a man's cock fucking my cunt. I want to flood your beautiful prick 
with my love offerings, too. You've got to fuck me again and make me cum 
with your wonderful cock. Please!" she pressed her tits tight to his chest 
as she spoke softly, but demandingly. 

For an amateur she displayed a hell of a lot of talent in exercising those 
inner cunt muscles which all women possess but not one in a hundred ever 
learns to use. George felt as if his ball-drained pecker had gotten caught 
in a runaway milking machine and in an unbelievably short time he was again 
big and stiff enough to start stroking in and out of her grateful grocket. 
This time her response was enthusiastic and complete. She humped back and 
forth with him as he tried to tunnel even further into her womb. Their 
bodies were covered with sweat before she let out a shrill shriek like a 
trapped bird that echoed around the small room as she clutched him close and 
thrust her creamy cunt up even tighter to him. 

"Oh, my God. It's happening. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over 
your sweet prick as you fuck my cunt. Try real hard and see if you can't cum 
right with me," she sputtered, breathlessly. 

George felt the muscular spasms of her orgasm clutching and grabbing at his 
embedded member and, then, the cymbals crashed and the skyrockets burst and 
all the colored lights flashed in his head as he felt as though the very 
marrow in his bones had melted and was flowing out of the slit of his cock 
and into her wanton cunt. 

When she finally allowed him to plop from her like a weak champagne cork, 
George glanced at his watch. He had lost all track of time. He was caught in 
a sudden panic. It was nearly one a.m. His daughter and son in law could 
return any moment. God knows what would happen if they caught old dad in the 
act of screwing the young baby-sitter. They dressed quickly now and she 
suggested, "You'd better run along to your room and go to sleep. I'm sure 
you can sleep comfortably now. I'll pretend to be dozing in front of the TV 
when they come in and tell them my date left hours ago. After all, we 
wouldn't want anything as nice as this to turn out be a one-night stand, 
would we. I'll tell your daughter that I'm saving up for a car and want to 
baby-sit steady for her from now on. That way we can have a lot of nights 
like this." 

George carefully removed the handkerchiefs from beneath her and tried to rub 
the excess out of her creamy cunt with them. They were well stained with 
maiden blood and cum but there wasn't a trace on the couch. He squeezed 
Betty's tits, now safely back in their bra and sweater and she squeezed his 
limp pecker through his closed pants. Then he retreated to his little room, 
undressed and crawled into bed. He hadn't felt this emotionally relaxed in 
years. 

He lit a cigarette from the pack he always kept in the bedside table and 
thought back over the events of the evening that had led him into his 
enviable new position of sex master to a fifteen-year-old virginal mistress. 
How had he gotten so lucky as to fall into a pedophilia situation as an 
older man sexually involved with a young girl. He realized that he should 
feel guilty and ashamed about what he had done with young Betty tonight but 
the only emotions he could feel at the moment were pride, contentment and 
exhilaration. At this time the day before he wouldn't have given a dime for 
his sexual chances with the lovely young nymphet next door. Tonight he 
wouldn't take a million dollars for the position he had achieved with her. 
He was almost asleep with he heard Fred and Alice pull into the driveway. 

George Ross had stayed at the Barrel Inn later tonight than was his custom 
and had consumed considerably more bourbon than usual. He had gotten 
involved with a couple of guys he used to work with and they had reminisced 
about happier days when they were riding high in the aerospace industry. 
Also there had been a whore in the bar with a pair of tits and a bulbous ass 
that drove him out of his mind. He hadn't had a piece of ass for over a year 
now and the mere sight of her had made him unbearably horny. He had made 
discreet inquiries to the bartender and learned that she charged twenty 
dollars for her competent services. He had less than twelve in his pocket. 
Now he was walking a trifle unsteadily as he approached the little house 
where his daughter and son-in-law had given him a small hall bedroom. He 
checked the windows of the house next door hoping to catch a glimpse of that 
nymphet Betty getting ready for bed. At fifteen, she had a full-blown 
figure. Twice he had peeked through the curtains and gotten a fleeting 
glance at her in the nude. Both times he had been so affected that he had to 
jerk off to get to sleep. Forty-five-year-old men weren't supposed to be 
that sexy but his big cock was not aware of this. He let himself in the 
kitchen door. The house was quiet, perhaps everyone was asleep. Then he had 
spotted the note held to the refrigerator door with the little fancy magnet 
clips that made this double as a family bulletin board. 

"Dear Dad: 

Fred and I were suddenly called to an important meeting at his office and 
won't be in until very late. At the last minute we got Betty next door to 
baby-sit with Jimmy. She had a date and I said it was okay if they watched 
TV in the den. You might check on them before you turn in. 

Love, Alice." 

George had heard the television and, as he approached, also the whispered 
conversation of the young couple. The lights were very dim and he could 
barely make them out on the couch. They were too involved to notice his 
entrance. He flipped on the light switch. There was a mad scramble on the 
couch as the boy nervously pulled up his jeans and zipped the fly. He had 
removed Betty's sweater and bra and her huge firm tits glowed like polished 
ivory tipped with rosebuds in the sudden light. Her slacks and panties had 
been pulled down around her knees as the two had obviously been masturbating 
each other. The huge muff of curly chestnut brown cunt hair was moist at the 
crotch. The sight of her youthful perfection made George begin to drool from 
both ends. 

"Get out of here!" he had screamed at the red-faced youth who fled the house 
in panic. 

Betty had seemed in no great rush to cover her nakedness. She had seen 
George stare at her while she had practiced her baton twirling in the back 
yard. She knew that his interest in her was far from fatherly. Ever since 
she had been aware of sex, she had felt a strong attraction to older men. 
For several years she had really had a case of the hots for her Uncle Bob 
but he had paid no attention to her. Against her wishes her sexual 
experiences to date had been limited to allowing boys to rub and kiss her 
boobies and play with her pussy. When they got too hot she would jerk them 
off. Once Jack Finlay in her class had tried to fuck her but she kept her 
thighs locked tightly together while he rubbed his hard hot cock into her 
cunt hair until he had shot his jism all over her belly. Betty was ready and 
anxious to go from girlhood to womanhood but could not see wasting her 
cherry blossoms on the callow, inexperienced boys at school. Betty had 
needed a real man and tonight had been her chance. She went home and to bed 
happy that she had not let the opportunity slip by. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Fred entered the house like he expected to find it booby-trapped. He checked 
first on his son Jimmy and found the boy sleeping peacefully in his crib. 
Next he moved stealthily to the den and observed the teen-age baby-sitter as 
she feigned sleep in front of the television set. He had always suspected 
that his father-in-law was a dirty old man and he had secretly feared that 
he would find the lovely young girl raped and bleeding on the floor. Then, 
under the pretext of going to the bathroom, he moved down the hall and 
listened at the old man's door. He heard him snoring away peacefully. Drunk 
again, Fred figured. At least it was better than the fears that had been 
gnawing away at the back of his mind all evening. There would be many of 
these nighttime meetings with the heads of his company in the weeks ahead. 
These were difficult times in his career, with company politics running 
rampant. He had a bellyful of worries at the office without having to think 
of potential problems at home. Ever since George had come to live with them 
he had regarded his wife's father as a trouble spot in the background. He 
was a lecherous old son-of-a-bitch who loomed on the horizon like a keg of 
dynamite in this otherwise-peaceful and well-adjusted community. Perhaps he 
had been unfair to the old bastard. He had never voiced his fears to Alice 
but ever since the old guy had arrived Fred had felt that the sword of 
Damocles was hanging over his head by a thread. 

He paid the baby-sitter and stood on the porch until she was safely inside 
her house next door. He didn't suspect that any harm that might befall her 
on the way home would be an anti-climax to what she had already experienced 
this fateful evening. Perhaps a hot shower would calm his uneasy nerves and 
emotions. Fred hated company politics, but realized that this phenomenon had 
become an integral part of American business. In order to survive, one had 
to play the game. Even more, he objected to the way the employers demanded 
that he give up his own time, without compensation, to attend meetings and 
listen to lectures that could just as well be conducted on company time. 
More than anything at the moment, Fred Hughes wished that he were 
sufficiently affluent to tell those arrogant Eastern bigwigs from his 
company to go piss up a rope. Since he wasn't, he settled for a long hot 
shower and a sleeping pill. When he crawled into bed Alice was already sound 
asleep-or pretending to be. Once more he would have to rely upon just the 
pill to unwind him enough for sleep. He never used to have to take pills, 
but ever since his wife's father had moved in with them their sex life had 
gone to hell in a basket. Alice was so afraid that dear old dad would hear 
the telltale squeaking of the bed springs that the only time he would get a 
fuck now was when he would get in at night ahead of old George, and then 
they felt like they were doing something sinful. That old man had surely 
fucked up his happy home life. 

Three nights later Fred and Alice went to another meeting. George announced 
that he was going to a double-feature space-travel movie with a couple of 
the boys and wouldn't be in until late. They called Betty to baby-sit. 
George left before the girl arrived. Tonight he didn't go near the Barrel 
Inn. Instead, he hid in the shadows a half a block away until his daughter 
and her husband drove past. Then he rushed back to the house, and to the 
eagerly waiting Betty. 

The girl was bent over tuning the television set when George came into the 
room. Walking up behind her he reached around and cupped his hands over her 
full firm tits, rather than on her eyes, as he asked, "Guess who?" 

Betty wiggled her rump back until she was rubbing her buttocks along the 
sides of his limp cock. "It feels like my man, George," she said giggling. 

They had no patience with preliminaries tonight. It appeared to be a race to 
see whether he could get her tits out in the open before she had extracted 
his cock and balls from his pants. The mutual massaging that followed spoke 
more eloquently than words of their great need for each other's bodies. As 
soon as she had stroked him to a strong hard-on, she led him, by this 
handle, to a large leather club chair and urged him down into it as she 
dropped to her knees between his legs. Her soft cool tits hung down, grazing 
against his hard hot cock in a way that made it twitch and jerk at the 
tender contact. Slowly, she traced first one nipple and then the other up 
and down and around his throbbing shaft and then down further to tickle his 
hairy balls. When the clear fluid began to ooze from the slit of his glans, 
she rubbed it off onto her nipples. When they were both amply coated she 
raised her chest up to his face and he eagerly licked and sucked the heavy 
crystal juice from them as her nipples grew and stiffened' in his mouth. 

His tortured swollen cock was shuddering now like tall corn in a windstorm. 
Betty pressed her tits together encircling the burning hard flesh with the 
gentle cool caress of her mammaries and then stroked it slowly up and down 
as she discovered the delights of tit-fucking. Then, in a sudden playful 
mood, she pulled up so that her large pendulous breasts hung down one on 
each side of his throbbing shaft, which was drooling profusely now. Swinging 
her shoulders, she made her tits move from side to side like twin pendulums, 
slapping his roaring hard-on back and forth between them like a shuttlecock 
in some fleshy badminton game. Just when George felt that he couldn't stand 
the delightful torture for another moment, she swooped down on him like a 
dive bomber taking his throbbing prick, balls-deep, in the cool damp 
confines of her mouth in a single rapid stroke that almost made him blow his 
balls right then and there. She began rapid rhythmic strokes up and down the 
full length of his trembling cock while her tender lips and ever-active 
tongue drove him right up the walls and across the ceiling. Tonight she was 
sucking cock like a sword swallower's daughter. She displayed a lot of 
talent for just her second effort. Obviously, she had been giving the gentle 
art a lot of mental practice since their first experience the other night. 
He knew from the way that she was going after it that there would be no need 
to hold her head down on it when he was ready to blast his jism into her 
mouth. Her cool finger tips began to stroke and caress his balls tenderly, 
encouraging them to offer up their contents to an appreciative pubic 
pilgrim. She was making little moaning sounds through her nostrils now as 
though begging him to reward her efforts with the liquid pearls of his 
manhood. Her lips and tongue and throat were all making tender demands upon 
his tortured turgid cock until it could resist them no longer. 

George felt it start in the soles of his feet and come blasting up his 
thighs with the force of a skyrocket. Cymbals crashed, cannon boomed and a 
million colored lights exploded in his brain as the powerful flood shot up 
the length of his swollen cock and gushered out into her pumping mouth and 
throat like a new oil well blowing in. Blast after blast of the starchy 
white jism exploded into her oral cavity as she swallowed voraciously as 
though it were the very elixir of her life. Betty was one of those girls 
whose very first taste of male love cream had engendered a lifetime 
addiction to its exotic flavor and bouquet. In explaining it to one of her 
friends later Betty said, "I discovered that I'm just a natural born 
cocksucker and I'm very happy with the discovery." 

Only when he had shrunk down to a spent nubbin did Betty release his 
thoroughly drained prick from its oral imprisonment. When she moved up to 
ask him how she had done, George could smell his cum on her breath. He hoped 
that this bad-smelling breath would wear off before she breathed on either 
Fred or Alice. But then, they were such squares that they probably wouldn't 
recognize the odor, anyway. 

George had in mind that they would change places now so that he could go 
down on her but Betty was too impatient to feel his tongue in her juicy gash 
to waste time on switching positions. As she got up from the floor she 
pulled her skirt and panties down together and stepped out of them. Then she 
braced her knees on the padded arms of the chair and her hands on the back 
and pressed her crotch right up to the older man's face. George cupped her 
firm young buttocks and pulled her close. 

George inhaled deeply of the nice womanly fragrance of warm pussy which he 
found not in the least bit distasteful. The erotic bouquet of a clean young 
cunt is the most aphrodisiac of all exotic perfumes. He had always regarded 
it as one of the major crimes of nature that, as women aged, their body 
chemistry changed and all too many of them developed that fish-market smell 
in their crotches that even the highly advertised "personal deodorants" 
couldn't quite get rid of. He had lived through this unhappy phase of the 
aging process with his own wife. In spite of all of the douches and 
preparations and sprays she had bought and the sincere efforts she had 
devoted to maintaining intimate daintiness, she had developed such a severe 
case of internal B.O. that he had been forced to abandon all efforts to go 
down on her and eat her pussy when she had reached her mid thirties. It had 
always been a source of deep regret and frustration to him since George 
thoroughly enjoyed cunt lapping. Now, after years of forced abstinence, he 
was doubly appreciative of the pleasant personal perfume of the tender young 
grocket that was pressed up close to his nose and mouth. For long moments, 
he contented himself just nuzzling in her hairy mound of Venus and inhaling 
deeply the fresh feminine fragrance of her sex center. His thoughtful 
appreciation of one of the many blessings of youth was cut short when she 
asked, a trifle impatiently. "Are you just going to sniff at it like a dog 
all night, or are you going to eat it?" 

"Sorry, my dear. It's just that I am a grocket gourmet and any gourmet will 
tell you that it is highly improper to charge right in and scarf up the 
entree without first savoring the appetizer," he explained. 

"Okay," she said smiling, pleased with the comparison, "but just don't spend 
so much time enjoying your soup and salad that you let the meat and potatoes 
get cold." 

"What do you want me to do to you, Betty?" he asked, needlessly, "Say it. I 
want to hear you say the words. I want to hear you ask me to do it to you." 

She began to breathe heavily as the sound of the words raised her own level 
of anticipation just as they did his: "I want you to suck my cunt. I want to 
feel your tongue tickle my little clit and slid? into my cuntlips and lick 
out all of the honey, want you to suck my little hot panic button into your 
mouth and lick and chew on it until I come, until I can't cum any more. Oh 
my God, George just talking about it makes me so hot I'm about to cum before 
your lips reach mine. Suck my pussy, daddy. Do it right now. Suck it out 
dry, like I did your big cock. Pleeeeeease suuuuck meeee!" 

George used his hands to open up wide the young girl's hot cunt and then he 
ran his tongue up and down the length of her soft moist slit. He went around 
and around the oval track of damp crimson tissue between the outer and inner 
lips, then drove his tongue as deeply as he could into the velvet quim while 
she trembled and moaned in erotic delight. When he paused to catch his 
breath, she dipped the fingers of both hands into her juicy tunnel and 
spread it as wide open as she could. The lights were fully on in the room 
and he peered up at the very insides of her womanhood. It was like a lovely 
crystal cave of rose-colored quartz. Then he dove back down on it to let his 
tongue and lips feast on the delicious beauty his eyes had just be held. He 
ran his hands up lightly through the furry triangle of her pubic mound and 
across the ivory smoothness of her stomach until he cupped those lovely big 
tits in his hands and squeezed them and tormented the tight swollen 
raspberry-colored thimbles of her hardened nipples as he pulled his tongue 
from the creamy tunnel of her cunt and flicked it about the stiff little 
clit. He sucked the little hardened nerve center into his mouth and tickled 
it with the tip of his tongue as he nibbled ever so gently on it while he 
felt the shuddering of her loins build to a crescendo. 

"Oh, George, it's wonderful. Don't stop now. Please, don't stop now. I don't 
ever want it to stop. It feels so heavenly. Stay with it at least until you 
make me cum to your expert mouth. Please!" she moaned, almost incoherently. 
"Eat my cunt out some more. Keep eating it until there's nothing left to 
eat." 

The sound of her words excited George even more and encouraged him to even 
greater efforts. The sobbing urgency of her begging for more of his oral 
caresses to her hot cunt was totally unnecessary. There was nothing that 
George enjoyed eating more than a juiced-up hot pussy. Her first offering of 
the tasty cunt had merely tantalized his .palate for the rare delicacy that 
he hadn't been able to enjoy for so long. Now that his appetite for a young 
girl's hot pussy had been whetted, he had every intention of satiating it 
while the supply was at hand. He ran his hands down and clutched her low on 
the asscheeks, spreading them apart as he slurped away at her sweet slit, 
working a finger into the tight asshole. She moaned in ecstasy and ground 
her little quim up to his face as he licked harder and harder. 

As George began to saw his finger in and out of her ass, he could sense the 
beginning of an impending orgasm. This sensation urged him to suck at her 
hot cunt even more voraciously and to finger-fuck her hot little asshole 
faster and faster. 

"Oh, George, darling. I like the way you eat my hot little cunt. It's so 
good I don't want you to stop ever. Oh yes, it feels heavenly. Lick my 
cuntlips more. Tickle my burning clit. There. You're there now. Yes, stick 
your finger deeper in my little asshole. Oh yes. It feels soooo gooood. Oh 
good God, it's too much. Please, please. A little longer. Please, George, 
make me cum hard. Please, lick harder at my creamy cunt. I'm almost there. 
Now, George, I'm gonna cum. Please, please. There. Oh, Georgie. Oh, I'm 
cummmminnnng. Oh, God, I can't stand it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh." 

After she creamed in his mouth, Betty was so thoroughly sex-spent that she 
barely had enough strength left to hold herself up on her knees on the arms 
of the chair. George eased her down to his lap where her soaking wet hot 
gash made contact with his semi-aroused cock. She rubbed her cuntlips up and 
down on his big cockhead, spurring his prick to full hardness. Grasping her 
hipbones, George positioned her so that she soon slid down to enclose all of 
his hot meat. His throbbing shaft slid up into her creamy cunt as easily as 
though he were burying it in a bowl of warm custard. George felt all of the 
wondrous little conical rings of pussy muscles hugging and squeezing at the 
stiff shaft. Soon Betty was sliding up and down his hard prick as though she 
were being hoisted up and down a mainmast in a boatswain's chair. The 
plunger-type action of their inverted sex position pumped the excess juices 
from her upended honey pot and oozed and flowed out of her cuntlips with 
every stroke to seep down and flood over his balls. As she began to speed up 
her up-and-down movements of her hot little cunt over George's 
blood-engorged cock, George hungrily took the nipples of her big tits in his 
mouth and began sucking like an infant child would suck at his mother's 
breasts. 

"Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum again. I'm gonna cum all over your big beautiful 
prick that is plugging my cunt so wonderfully. Here it is! See if you can 
feel me cuming all over your cock. Nowwwwwww!" 

George felt it, all right. It felt like his tortured prick had suddenly been 
caught up in some crazy runaway milking machine that clutched and grasped 
and squeezed and pumped at it demandingly. He grabbed her hips and smashed 
her down hard on his bursting cock. "Oh, I feel it. Now it's your turn to 
feel my big cock cum into that tight little cunt of yours. Now, here I cum! 
Feel it swell up and burst and spew out its hot love cream deep inside of 
you. Ahhhhhhhhh." 

Even though Betty had thoroughly ball-drained him into her mouth with a 
superb head job a short time earlier, George now managed to blow a 
tremendous load of jism into her cuntal depths. When his shrunken cock 
plopped out of her creamy cunt, the big load of jism leaked out of her 
stretched slit to flow through his pubic hair and over his well-drained 
balls. 

After George and Betty had carefully straightened out their clothing, they 
obliterated any evidence of their secret sex session. George then retired to 
his room to celebrate his good fortune with a half-pint of bourbon that he 
had kept hidden in his closet for a special occasion. And tonight's occasion 
had been about as special as they could get at his stage of life. 

Once her lover had gone to his room, Betty went to check on little Jimmy. 
The lad was sleeping peacefully. Leaving the door ajar, in case he might 
start to cry or call out, she went to the den and turned on the television. 
Her knees and legs felt weak from the heavy fucking session. She was happy 
with her decision to experience the thrills of fucking with an older, 
experienced man. She felt sorry for her girl friends who were content to 
learn the facts of life from the fumbling efforts of inexperienced and 
inexpert boys of their own age. 

After the Hugheses returned home, Fred didn't check on his father-in-law, 
although it would have been safe to do so. Old George was snoring softly, a 
broad smile of self-satisfaction on his face. A short time before he was 
almost resigned to the fact that his sex life was over the hill. Tonight he 
had performed like a healthy young stud. In Betty he had discovered his 
personal "fountain of youth." At age forty-five, George Ross was in the 
process of learning what so many middle-aged men have discovered and kept 
secret. That there is nothing quite like fucking a young girl with a tight 
hot cunt to rake the glowing embers of a long-banked sex fire and fan the 
forgotten flames into a roaring inferno. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

For the next few weeks Fred had meetings three nights a week but the wives 
were included in only two of these. On all of the other occasions, when Fred 
would be out until past midnight and Alice would keep her father company 
watching television, George thought that he would go out of his mind. It had 
been over ten days since his last fucking session with Betty before Fred 
called Alice late one afternoon and informed her that she was to be included 
in that night's meeting. George tried to look disinterested, but his heart 
was beating like a trip hammer as he eavesdropped on his daughter's phone 
call to Betty to ask if she was available on such short notice to sit with 
young Jimmy. 

George thought that he would jump for joy when he heard Alice say, "Oh, 
that's wonderful, dear. We always feel so safe when you are with Jimmy. I'll 
expect you about seven, then." 

That evening sat dinner George remarked that if they didn't need him to stay 
with Jimmy, he thought that he would go over and play cards with some of his 
old buddies. He wanted to allay any possible suspicions by making it appear 
that he would rather go out than be stuck at home with the young 
baby-sitter. He left the house a little before seven and walked briskly down 
the street. At the corner, he looked back to make sure that he wasn't being 
observed and then ducked quickly into the drug store. He made a small 
purchase and then browsed through the magazine racks from which vantage 
point he could keep an eye on the street without being seen. At ten past 
seven, Fred's car drove past the store. Alice was seated beside him. George 
waited another ten minutes and then walked home. 

When he entered the den, Betty threw herself into his arms and pressed those 
big firm young tits against his chest. The mere contact made his cock twitch 
in anticipation. When she ran her fingers playfully through his graying hair 
and around his ears, he felt his cock hardening rapidly. 

"I was afraid you really had gone out for the evening," she said, pouting. 
"I would've died having to spend all evening here alone, thinking about you 
and what we could be doing all the time." 

George grabbed her buttocks and ground his now-stiff cock into her crotch. 
"Maybe you don't think I've been going nuts all these nights without you," 
he said into her ear as his hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. 

Suddenly, she backed away and fixed him with a strange look. It was as 
though she had to tell him something but was having a hard time finding the 
words. The dreadful thought flashed across his mind that maybe she was 
menstruating. What shitty luck that would have been. He wanted her cunt so 
desperately now that he could almost taste it. 

"What is it, Betty?" he asked softly. "What's on your mind? You don't have 
to be afraid to tell me. No matter what it is." 

"I'm just afraid that maybe you'll think I'm just a silly sentimental girl," 
, she said, dropping her eyes to the floor. 

"I promise I won't think you're silly at all. C'mon, now, out with it," he 
prompted. 

"Well, it's been a long time since we did it, and then we did everything 
here in the den. I've been thinking about it a lot since last time and it's 
just that I'd like to fuck in comfort, rather than with my knees propped up 
on some cold hard-leather chair. I want you to take me to your bed and put 
me naked between the cool sheets with a soft pillow below my head and a nice 
mattress beneath my ass. I want to learn how Mom feels when she does it in 
bed with Dad. Please, George, tonight fuck me in your bed." 

"Why, my dear, that's a lovely thought and there is nothing I'd rather do 
than to have you between my sheets. Come, let's go straight to my room." He 
took her hand and led her back to his little cubicle. 

"George, do just one other thing for me tonight, will you," she said as they 
approached his door. 

"Sure, honey. Anything." He had a roaring hard-on by now and would have 
promised her the moon, if necessary, to bury it in her furry snatch as 
quickly as possible. 

"Carry me over the threshold. It's the first time I've ever been in a real 
bed with a man and I want to feel romantic about it. Do you mind?" she was 
blushing slightly at the boldness of her requests tonight. 

"I think it's a lovely idea," he smiled, suddenly feeling younger himself at 
the young girl's fantasizing of the situation. He swept her up in his arms 
and carried her across the narrow threshold to his tiny room. 

When he put her down she kissed him sweetly and began to stroke his stiff 
cock through his pants while he removed her blouse and reached around her 
back to unhook her bra and let those big boobs fall out of their nest. Damn, 
but she had lovely tits. Then, as he removed his own clothes she unzipped 
her skirt and let it fall around her ankles and then kicked it up on the 
single straight chair in the room. She made sure that he was watching before 
hooking her fingers in the elastic of her panties and pulling them slowly 
down over her hips, bringing the big hairy muff into view a fraction of an 
inch at a time. Then she turned down the bed, kicked off her shoes and slid 
between the sheets. George nearly ripped off the rest of his clothes and 
crawled in beside the naked young beauty. She stroked his hot cock and 
pulled him over on top of her as she spread her thighs and guided the 
trembling head to the damp pink valley of her crotch and rubbed it up and 
down the tender sensitive slit as she stroked the staff of his cock while 
urging him into her. 

For his part George didn't need much urging. It had been a long time since 
he had been in a comfortable bed with a real live woman. Even though Betty 
was just a third of his own age, at the moment she was offering ample proof 
that she was a full-fledged woman, indeed. She wrapped her ankles around his 
in the same way that his wife used to do, and thrust her cunt upwards to 
facilitate his complete entry into her. Inch by inch he burrowed down into 
her. She was so cool on the outside; so warm on the inside. The insides of 
her precious pussy were as softly caressing to his throbbing prick as a wet 
velvet glove and yet the tender internal membranes of her cunt retained a 
virginal tightness that made it necessary for him to force his penetration 
deeper and deeper into her inner pussy as he had to stretch the tight 
stricture inch by inch to accept his hard thick cock as he burrowed it down 
balls deep in her hot tight little snatch. When his entry was complete he 
felt the lips of her widespread cunt graze against his sensitive balls in 
the most intimate of lovers' kisses. They rested then and enjoyed the sweet 
sensations of the total union. George had been supporting much of his weight 
on his knees and elbows. She pulled him down flat on top of her supine body 
now and glued her lips to his while the thimble hard nipples of her fleshy 
tits ground into his chest. Slowly, their hips moved up and down in perfect 
harmony as he worked his hot cock in and out of her tender cunt in ever 
lengthening strokes until it moved rhythmically in and out of her like a 
piston with full six-inch strokes, each of which she returned in perfect 
unison. He felt the muscular convulsions grasp and squeeze at his swollen 
tortured member as he fucked her desperately now to orgasm after orgasm as 
she kept moaning, "Fuck me, George. Keep fucking me and never stop. Here, in 
your bed, tonight I want you to really fuck me flat. Ohhhhhh, here I cum 
again!" 

"Lift your cunt up to me tight, Betty. I'm just about to burst and flood 
your sweet snatch with my hot molten cum. Concentrate on your cunt and feel 
me swell up and blast my jism deep down inside of it. Ahhhhh." 

"Oh yes, I feel it. Oh, I love it! I love to feel it shooting its load deep 
into my belly. The only thing that could make it any better would be if I 
had taste buds or a palate down there so that I could taste as well as feel 
your sweet love cream as it pumps out of your cock into my cunt. Oh, it's 
like heaven." 

They lay close together for a long time after their original passions were 
spent, petting and playing with each other. Betty's hands kept being drawn, 
as though magnetically, to George's limp cock until it was no longer limp 
from her constant attentions to it. She bent over his body and lowered her 
face to his crotch where she flicked her tongue over the tip and mushroom 
head while she gently stroked the shaft and massaged the balls. Her big 
beautiful tits grazed across his stomach as he brought his awakening prick 
to full attention. George shoved both pillows beneath his head and raised it 
from the mattress. Then he guided her over to kneel above his face in the 
classic soixante-neuf position as she lowered her face to his crotch and her 
crotch to his face. It had been a long time since George had partaken of the 
erotic delights of simultaneous oral-genital contacts. Now he licked and 
tongued on her cunt suspended just above his face while she swooped her 
mouth down to encase all of his trembling hard-on in the tender confines of 
her mouth and throat while her lips gave a silken massage to the inflamed 
skin while her tongue tickled the long swollen vein that rose from his balls 
to the slit in the tip of his cock. With one hand he cupped and spread and 
massaged the cheeks of her ass while the other hefted and pinched the 
nipples of her dangling tits as they hung down over his belly. They worked a 
finger into each other's assholes and had everything going for them at once. 
The erotic thrills of the sensuous massage of tongue, lips, fingers and 
hands was far too powerful to be long lived and within minutes the young 
girl and the older man were spewing their sex juices into each other's 
mouths in simultaneous orally induced orgasms. It was as though their cum 
was flowing in and out of each other at the same time. 

When they had finished their ying-yang encounter, George glanced at the old 
alarm clock on the dresser and was amazed to find that it was already past 
eleven o'clock. Alice and Fred could be arriving at any time now and it 
wouldn't do for them to be caught in this situation. They dressed hurriedly 
and spread the bed back up neatly and beat a hasty retreat to the den. Betty 
had just tuned the television set to a late re-run of an old movie when they 
heard the car enter the driveway. Thank God for noisy gravel driveways. They 
are built-in alarm systems. They heard the back door open and close and both 
knew that Alice would go directly to check on little Jimmy while Fred would 
come to the den to dismiss the baby-sitter and ask if there had been any 
phone calls. As he strode into the den, he found the young girl and the old 
man sitting sedately in chairs on opposite sides of the room, their bleary 
eyes glued in fascination to the tube. Neither seemed even aware of Fred's 
presence until he cleared his throat loudly. 

"I thought you were going to play cards with your friends tonight," he 
challenged old George. 

"I did, but I went broke early. I got home a little after eleven and came in 
to watch the news then got involved in this old John Wayne horseshit and 
gunpowder epic," George explained as though bored with the whole scene. 

"Really, George, you must learn to watch your colorful language in front of 
youngsters. You will shock them into bad habits," Fred lectured the old guy 
sternly. Betty rose to leave without even acknowledging the fact that George 
was still in the room. Inwardly, they were both pretty proud of themselves 
for playing a real cool hand. 

When Fred returned from paying the girl and seeing her safely home George 
was still thoroughly engrossed in the old flick on TV. He looked up as his 
son-in-law entered the room. 

"Want me to turn off the television so you can get to sleep," he asked 
politely. 

"Not if you're involved. Just turn it down and we'll close the door so Alice 
and I won't even be able to hear it," he suggested. 

George turned the volume way down and pulled his chair closer to the set as 
his daughter's husband went back to his room. He knew from experience that 
Fred fell into a deep sleep almost the second his head hit the pillow. To be 
on the safe side he'd give him five minutes and then turn off this drivel 
that was boring him to distraction and beat a hasty retreat to his own room 
and bed. With any luck he might still feel the warmth of young Betty's body 
on his sheets and smell her feminine fragrance on his pillow. 

Nearly a week passed before Alice was again asked to accompany her husband 
to an evening meeting. George was in high spirits at the prospect of playing 
a return engagement with his youthful mistress. All of his high hopes came 
crashing down when he heard Alice inform Betty that they might not be gone 
over an hour since this was just to say good-bye to the visiting VIPs who 
had been conducting the meetings. Thank God, she had warned them! 

With the tight timetable hanging over them, the September and May fuckers 
were afraid to even remove their clothes. George contented himself with 
rubbing her big tits through her blouse and, since it would be faster in an 
emergency for him to simply zip up his fly than for the girl to tug up her 
panties and rearrange her skirts, she simply pulled his stiff cock out 
through the zipped opening and sucked him off. It seemed unfair but since a 
stiff prick has no conscience, he didn't fight her in her surreptitious 
approach to sucking him off. The very fact that the clandestine liaison was 
so fraught with danger made it all the more erotically stimulating and she 
moaned ecstatically as he crammed his hot cock into the cool moist recesses 
of her mouth and throat until he blew a copious load of his hot cum into the 
young girl's anxious mouth with such force that it threatened to blast right 
through the back of her skull. 

Afterwards, he felt guilty about not reciprocating her tender attentions. 
Almost forty-five minutes had passed since Fred and Alice had left. From 
what they had said they could be returning any minute now. On the theory 
that a half a loaf is better than none, old George ran his hand up Betty's 
skirts and into her tight panties to cup her moist crotch and finally work 
one and then two hard fingers into her creamy cunt as he finger fucked her 
violently. She squirmed and moaned but it was obviously far short of the 
attentions that she really craved. George realized that one-way streets of 
this type could kill sex affairs faster than anything else. He did not want 
to risk losing Betty now that he had found her. 

On a sudden inspiration, he withdrew his fingers from her creamy pussy and 
grabbed her by the hand and led her to the living room couch in front of the 
big window. The drapes were drawn but he could see the car's headlights 
through them when it turned into the driveway. He shoved her shoulders down 
onto the back of the couch and had her kneel on the edge of the cushion. He 
turned her skirt up over her pretty little ass and yanked the panties down 
to her knees. Straddling her legs from behind, he spread her firm full 
cheeks with his hands and aimed his re-hardened tool into the crevice 
between. In this position he managed to enter her dog-fashion and banged 
away at her rear as best he could with the panties holding her knees 
together. It was hard going at first and he lubricated the burning tip of 
his cock with spittle and rammed it into the thin crevice between her 
buttocks. At last he effected a tight entry. He wasn't aware of whether he 
was into her cunt or her asshole. Nor did he particularly care at the 
moment. He socked it to her viciously until he was entirely contained in 
either front or rear hole while they watched for the warning signal of the 
headlights. Time was of the essence now and he spread her cheeks wide and 
looked down to watch his big hard cock disappear inside of her. Up till now 
he had been blinded and confused by mounting passion. There was no mistaking 
of the sight that he now saw. His huge prick was crammed tightly into the 
young girl's asshole. The mere sight of his buggery of her rear excited him 
to renewed efforts as he rammed his hot cock further and further into her 
lower intestines until he felt her tremble just before he blasted his load 
into her bowels. He had no sooner extracted his rampant charger from her 
brown rear tunnel than he saw the headlights. Getting his cock back into his 
pants he yanked up the young girl's panties and helped her back into the 
den. 

"Oh, George, that was wild. Really way out. I could feel your big hot prick 
crammed up my ass and it excited me so that I couldn't tell whether I wanted 
to come or go! Promise me you'll do it again when we have time to really 
enjoy it." 

She threw him a brief kiss as George dashed back to his little room seconds 
before his daughter and her husband came in the kitchen door. Betty was 
sitting demurely in front of television; her composure fully regained, even 
if only on the surface. 

Just before he fell asleep George experienced sharp shooting pains in his 
chest such as he had never felt before. He wondered if he was having a heart 
attack. He didn't dare say anything to Alice and Fred. They might call a 
doctor who would diagnose the cause. He remembered hearing about older men 
who had fucked themselves to death trying to keep up with some young pussy. 
He wondered, somewhat absently, if this could now be happening to him. Oh 
well, shit, if it was it was. There was nothing he could do about it. If, 
indeed, he was coming to the end of his misspent life there was no 
pleasanter way he could think of to exit from this veil of tears than by 
screwing himself into oblivion with a beautiful young broad. The very 
thought seemed to relax him and soon he fell asleep and, while he slept, the 
pressures in his chest alleviated. In the morning, he slept a little later 
than usual but finally awakened feeling quite normal again. Perhaps, he 
wasn't really as old as he had feared the night before. Any 
forty-five-year-old man that can satisfy a fifteen-year-old girl can't 
really be that far over the hill. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The weeks dragged slowly by after that last quickie encounter with Betty. 
Sometimes it seemed to George that perhaps Alice and Fred would never go out 
at night again and call in the young girl next door to baby-sit. Several 
times he saw Betty either going out on, or coming home from, a date with 
some boy her own age. On these occasions poor old George was racked with 
pangs of jealousy and deep-seated feelings of sexual insecurity. It was 
horribly frustrating for him, largely because he was so completely powerless 
to do anything about it. If he were financially independent he could afford 
to meet her away from his daughter's house and they could shack up for their 
sex parties in some out-of-the-way motel. Such a thought was far beyond his 
fiscal means since he was hard pressed to meet even his minimal personal 
needs such as cigarettes and a few occasional beers or pack of razor blades 
out of the tiny pittance his daughter squeezed out of her household budget 
and slipped to him, much against her husband's wishes. It was a living hell 
to be middle-aged of body while still young at heart. And to be poor of 
pocket at the same time. It was a hopeless sociological maze in which a 
growing number of working Americans found themselves with each passing year. 
The overwhelming preponderance of youth in the labor market forced these 
men, at the very peak of their productive capability, to be put out to 
pasture years before they had built a proper retirement nest egg. Students 
of the economic trend forecast that, in time, this would force the Social 
Security age down to fifty-five, then fifty and eventually to as low as 
forty-five or even forty. Unfortunately, for George Ross and his 
contemporaries this wouldn't happen in time to be of any help to them. Their 
hard-earned training and technological genius had led their country to 
victory in two major wars and shown it how to put a man on the moon. The 
national sense of security and position of scientific leadership which their 
efforts had created now made these same efforts obsolete in a society newly 
dedicated to political and social reforms and a concentration on ecology. 
Like the legendary General Douglas MacArthur and so many other 
battle-scarred old soldiers who had manned the front lines in the long 
battle for democracy; now that this battle was past and won, the home front 
which they had secured dismissed them with the sweep of a Congressional 
magic wand. Now that the value of their services had passed they weren't 
doomed to die: but to the far more cruel fate of just being asked to fade 
away. As a young man, George had spent six years at Stanford earning his 
degrees of Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Engineering and Master of 
Science in Aeronautical Engineering. In the twenty years that followed he 
became one of the leading aerodynamicists in the airframe and aerospace 
industries. In the current administration, advanced aircraft and space 
programs have been scrapped and men like George have been tossed on the 
human scrap heap along with them. Today, in their mid-forties, these men 
find themselves at that awkward age: ten years too old to find gainful 
employment and twenty years too young to collect Social Security. The 
current emphasis in big business is upon youth. George and his 
contemporaries often discussed this and felt that there were two principal 
reasons for the attitude on the part of employers. Firstly, any business had 
to cater to its customers. There were more potential customers between 
twenty and thirty than in all other age groups combined. It makes good sense 
to employ those to whom you sell. Secondly, since employer-sponsored life 
and health insurance has become almost universal, the insurance companies 
that write these policies are playing an increasingly heavy role in 
dictating hiring codes. Many major companies insist upon a medical 
examination as part of the review of a prospective employee's 
qualifications. While age, as such, is seldom given as a cause for 
rejection, any thinking man soon realizes that few men in their twenties and 
thirties have fatal heart attacks, strokes or major crippling disabilities. 
Such major losses for the insurance companies reach their peak while the 
policyholders are in their forties and fifties. By rejecting those in this 
high-risk age group they minimize their losses and thus increase their 
profits. Most men in this age bracket tend to be a little obese, or to have 
slightly higher-than-normal blood pressure or less than 20-20 eyesight or 
perfect hearing. Any of these failings has become a cause for medical 
rejection by an employer 

Periodically, George had tried straight commission selling jobs. Like 
insurance or real estate. He probably could have made a go of one of them in 
time but, pathetically, he didn't have sufficient "walking around money" to 
subsidize such minimal expenses as bus fare, telephone calls and postage. 
Unlike some of his friends, he couldn't qualify for federal, state or county 
financial assistance because his daughter had offered to support him by 
offering him room and board and the minimum requirements to support human 
life. George often wished that she hadn't been so generous as to volunteer. 
His friends who lacked such a sponsor lived in comparative luxury in nice 
hotels, eating good meals in restaurants and getting enough of a relief 
check each month to hold their heads high and to enjoy at least some of the 
creature comforts of life. 

At long last, a ray of sunshine fell upon his dreary lot in life. Fred came 
home one night elated over the fact that he had been selected as one of 
twenty top men throughout the country to train for major promotions within 
the company. These men, and their wives, were to spend three weeks in 
special executive training at the company headquarters in Chicago. Although 
all expenses were paid, it meant cleaning out their bank account for proper 
clothes and luggage with which to arrive. Alice was proud of old George 
because she felt that he was so happy for his son-in-law for having been 
given this opportunity. She had no way of knowing that George's happiness 
had to do with quite a different type of opportunity which the trip afforded 
him. 

It was arranged that Betty would spend most of the day and evening at the 
Hugheses' house taking care of little Jimmy, feeding and bathing him but 
that when he got safely to sleep at night she was to return to her home and 
George would take over. Fred and Alice agreed that it wouldn't look right 
for the young girl to spend late night hours alone in the house with a man 
who wasn't a blood relative. George could hardly keep from laughing at their 
square attitude. After all, he knew Betty far more intimately than any of 
her blood relatives. She had shed her virginal blood for him. 

Finally, the happy day for all of them arrived. George drove Alice and Fred 
to the airport and then brought the car back to the house. Betty was waiting 
for him when he let himself in. She had acquired a sexy-looking negligee 
somewhere and floated around the house in this near-transparent garment like 
a nymphet child bride. The sight of her lush young body through the 
gauzelike material had only one effect upon George-instant hard-on. by six 
o'clock, Betty tucked little Jimmy into his bed. Five minutes later, George 
tucked Betty into his bed and joined her between the sheets. Her body seemed 
somehow to have matured since their last sex session. Her beautiful tits 
seemed even larger than before. George wondered if any of those young dates 
he had observed had been massaging and chewing on them to make them grow. He 
sucked the crimson nipples to swollen erection and then burrowed his head 
into her hairy crotch and down into the pink valley at the bottom of the 
pubic forest. 

Their long separation had made his need and craving for her reach a 
fever-pitch. Now he wondered if he could keep his roaring hard-on under 
control so that it wouldn't shoot its overfull load before he even got it 
into her. He crawled on top of the girl and she spread her thighs anxiously 
and raised her knees to make the entry easier for him. She grabbed the 
throbbing turgid staff and guided it to her moist slit. The virginal 
tightness seemed a thing of the past now and his thick hot meat slid easily 
into her in a single stroke. She seemed even hotter than he was and began 
immediately to fuck him with the wild abandon of a bitch wolf in mating 
season. The springs squeaked and the bed rocked with the violence of their 
sexual attack upon one another. There was no reason to try to keep quiet now 
and Betty started almost shouting, "Fuck me, daddy, give me all of that big 
cock of yours. I want to feel you cramming and stuffing my cunt so tight 
that you split me right in two and then you'll shoot out that wonderful 
white glue of yours that will put me back together again. C'mon, sock it to 
me, George. Ram that big beautiful prick of yours clear into my belly. I 
want to feel you come in my cunt, or do anything you want to, just so you do 
it in my cunt. Oh, God, how I've missed and needed that hot cock of yours. 
Fuck me!" 

It was like fucking a wildcat the way Betty thrashed around in that bed and 
threw her pussy up to meet his every stroke so strongly that she lifted her 
ass clear off the mattress. There was nothing passive about this 
long-awaited session. The very violence of their attack upon each other's 
sex centers caused the storm of passion to blow itself out quickly. Their 
overfilled floodgates burst at almost the same moment and the spillways 
poured the frothy contents into and upon one another's sex organs as they 
collapsed in total exhaustion from the ferocity of the hurricane of passion 
and the overwhelming force of the tidal wave of their outpourings which was 
only now beginning to ebb. 

Later, George wanted to go down and eat her pussy but Betty said that the 
violence of their fucking had left her crotch so sore that she doubted that 
she would be able to touch it with a powder puff. This fact in no way 
dampened her ardor for his sex and soon she was nestled between his thighs 
taking the limp cock in her mouth and treating it to the most wondrous oral 
massage. Her tongue flicked at it like a Water-Pik cleaning your teeth while 
her lips and gums made like a Jacuzzi bath until the limp member was far 
from limp. She had no trouble getting every bit of it in her mouth and 
throat now and began taking full length strokes from the very tip of the 
glans to the point where the big vein along the bottom disappeared into his 
hairy balls. Her lips made tender demands while her finger tips encouraged 
his balls to disgorge their contents as she tongued and licked and sucked 
and gum-pumped the full length of his swollen cock, treating it to the most 
ecstatic torture while she made little moans and grunts through her nostrils 
as though begging for the sweet meats of his sex nuts. Her mouth became a 
powerful vacuum pump and before long George felt the eruption start beneath 
his big toenails and flood upwards until the head of his cock swelled in her 
throat like a puff-adder and then spewed its venereal venom in jet after jet 
of hot jism which she swallowed avidly, as though life itself depended upon 
her ingestion of his liquid cream. 

After she returned to her house, George enjoyed the best night's sleep that 
he had had in weeks. Lately, insomnia had been troubling him. Now he 
realized that there are few physical problems of middle age that don't 
respond positively to copious treatments of youthful sex. 

During the next few days and nights, George and Betty had a chance to get 
well acquainted socially as well as physically. She confessed to him that 
her penchant for older men was an outgrowth of a girlhood crush on her Uncle 
Bob; a love which was totally unrequited. She went on to say how happy she 
was that she had waited for an experienced older lover to initiate and train 
her in the art of sex. In time, she got to the real point of her 
conversation on the subject. 

"George, I don't quite know how to approach this and I hope you won't 
misunderstand or be angry with me for having let a little secret out of the 
bag. You see, I have these three really close girl friends. Ever since we've 
been in grammar school we've told each other everything. Things we wouldn't 
dare tell our parents. There are absolutely no secrets between us and none 
of us would violate the other's trust so we feel that we can safely confess 
our innermost secrets to each other. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that I 
told these girls about you and how great you were at leading me into a 
mature sex life." 

"My God, Betty. Do you realize that you could've been talking me right into 
prison. If one of those kids would've told her mother about you and I, I'd 
be in the steel chateau tomorrow." 

"Don't sweat it. They'll never tell a soul. I think in a moment when you 
hear the rest of the story, you'll even be glad that I told them about us." 

"I doubt that very much, but go on," George urged, anxious to see just how 
deep she had gotten him involved. 

"Well, it's like this. I have them thoroughly convinced that it is best to 
get your sex training from an older man. They all agree but none of them 
knows any older man that they could even approach on this subject. They're 
very envious of me for having you as my sex instructor. I'm the type of girl 
that likes to share the good things in life with my friends. At least with 
my closest friends. Well, what I'm trying to say is that the girls would 
like to meet you and wonder if you'd be willing to train them in the ways of 
sex just as you've trained me." 

George Ross could hardly believe his ears. He was the most fortunate of 
"Dirty Old Men" to have a fifteen-year-old paramour but now she was offering 
to procure three more nymphets for his sex stable. 

Yeah, verily, George thought to himself, my cup does indeed runneth over. 

"What do you say?" Betty urged him out of his daydreaming. 

"I really don't know. I'm still in shock," George explained. "Perhaps you'd 
better tell me a little bit more about them before I commit myself." 

"Well, let's see now. One of the hardest things for me to do has always been 
to describe one good friend to another, without doing them both an 
injustice. All three girls are from good families and are, I think, quite 
attractive. That is, they aren't little tubs of lard but have cute figures, 
well developed for their ages. Margo and Sally are both sixteen. They are 
brunettes, about five foot two. Both of them are virgins. Cathy is fifteen 
and a blonde with rather large breasts for a fifteen-year-old. She is about 
five foot and looks even older than the other girls, even though she's a 
year younger." 

"Is she a virgin, also?" George interrupted. 

"She isn't sure," Betty answered innocently. 

"What the hell do you mean, she isn't sure. Who's in a better position than 
her to know?" George fairly exploded. Perhaps he didn't understand the 
younger generation as well as he thought he did. Remarks like this still 
threw him for a loss. 

"Like I told you these girls are innocent and inexperienced. That's why they 
need you. Oh, hell, they know the facts of life. They know all about the 
birds and the bees and the butterflies and the pollen and all that high 
school biology happy horseshit. They know that babies are made by a man 
shoving his cock in a woman's cunt and cuming in it, at certain times of the 
month. When it comes to practical knowledge, they don't know shit from 
Shinola. That's why they need your help, George; just as I did." 

"I understand, my dear, and I am more than willing to help but that still 
doesn't explain this young girl's remark that she doesn't know whether or 
not she's a virgin." 

"Well, I can only tell it to you the way she told it to me. Cathy has been 
going steady with this boy for about six months now. Every time he could 
borrow his folks' car they'd park and have a hot necking session. One thing 
led to another and soon he started taking out his cock and having her jerk 
him off while he finger-fucked her. I've never understood what great thrill 
boys get out of playing stink-finger with a girl. I guess it's just that 
they feel they are doing something they shouldn't. Well, anyway, after a 
month or so of masturbating each other they graduated to going down on each 
other. Cathy says she enjoyed sucking him off but that when he went down and 
licked her pussy it just frustrated her because he got her all excited but 
nothing ever happened. Afterwards, she'd have to go home and finger her clit 
to get relief from her pent-up emotions. Then, she says, there was this 
night that he became insistent upon putting it in her. She stroked him and 
sucked him but still he wanted to get it inside of her. She thought she was 
in love with him and was afraid that she might lose him if she refused, so 
finally she spread her legs and he crawled between them. He was terribly 
excited by now and Cathy was very frightened. She remembers him working the 
burning tip of his cock into the lips of her vagina and then lunging forward 
into her. She says she felt several sharp pains but then, suddenly, he 
spewed his spunk but it was all out at the mouth of her cunt. She thinks 
that he blew his load before he broke through her hymen. In that case, even 
though she's had a prick cum in her pussy, she's still technically a virgin 
because her hymen is intact. Now, do you understand her remark about not 
being sure?" 

Just listening to this third hand account of a juvenile sex experience had 
given George a throbbing thunker. He hadn't even met this young broad, 
Cathy, but already he had developed a crotch twitch over her. The very idea 
of a man his age being invited to deflower a covey of virgins in their teens 
made him feel like a character out of Arabian Nights. 

Betty could see that his curiosity was piqued but that he was still a little 
reticent about getting sexually involved with a whole quartet of teen-age 
girls. That much juvenile quim could easily pussy-whip a man George's age. 
If she wanted him to bring her anxious girl friends in on a good deal, she 
would have to play it cool. 

"I can see that you are undecided, George. I understand your worries. I know 
these girls, you don't. I'm not being fair in asking you to buy a pig in a 
poke. How can you judge people you've never even met. These girls have some 
money. Perhaps, we should have a get-acquainted party tomorrow night. After 
you have come to know them as I do, then you can make your decision as to 
whether or not you want to lead them into womanhood. They'll bring a big 
bottle of wine and a large pizza pie. I'll bring them with me and you can 
get acquainted with one another. I'm sure you will like them and want to 
help them. That can't do any harm, can it?" she asked plaintively. 

"I suppose not," George agreed. Actually, he was enthralled with the idea of 
possibly becoming involved in a teen-age orgy but he was plagued with the 
conservatism of middle age and the fear of losing his happy home, such as it 
was. 

"Fine, then it's settled. Now you'd better get to bed and have a good 
night's rest. I have a hunch you're going to need it. I'll bring the girls 
over around six tomorrow." 

Before George could think of a comment to make, she had kissed him and left. 
He made his way to his little room off the kitchen. His mind was spinning. 
Was he really up to handling all this action? He had already proven to 
himself that even at this stage of life, he could handle one sex; young 
nymphet-but four of them was quite another story. His sex life was on the 
crap table. If he didn't make the point on the back line he was quite likely 
to lose what he had already won on the front line. Betty was quite a sex 
prize all by herself. She was more than he had ever dreamed of having a few 
scant months before. The idea of parlaying his winnings in the sex 
sweepstakes up on a four-to-one basis was, of course, pretty tempting. Few 
men on the downhill side of their sex lives could resist such a temptation. 
On the conservative side of the talisman, Betty provided him with as much 
sex as he could hope to handle. She was pretty prime stuff. Would he be a 
complete and utter fool to gamble away his present position as a sexual 
gourmet for the potential role of a sexual gourmand? 

"It surely won't hurt just to meet them," Betty repeated with typical 
feminine logic. 

"No, I suppose not," George said. 

"Fine. Now you get a good night's rest and I'll bring your new pupils over 
to meet their old professor at around six tomorrow evening." 

George thought that he had actually heard her say this. Soon he realized 
that the logical argument had existed only in his mind since Betty had left 
him several minutes earlier. Maybe he was going out of his mind, but one way 
or the other, he was now committed. 

George fell into a fitful sleep, filled with wild dreams. He saw himself as 
a sylvan satyr. 

The next night, a little after six, Betty arrived with her three friends. 
The girls looked so terribly young in their sweaters and skirts and saddle 
shoes. They looked like mere children. Soon they were sharing a gallon 
bottle of vin rose and a huge pizza pie. Everyone seemed ill at ease and 
George was sure that this entire scene was a big mistake. Betty looked back 
and forth amongst them and seemed to be laughing to herself. 

"I'm afraid that my friend, George, thinks you look awfully young. Maybe 
he's worried that you'll try to sell him Girl Scout cookies. He doesn't 
understand that we dress 'little girl like' on purpose so that our folks 
won't realize how grown up we are when we go out at night. Perhaps the best 
way to make him realize how mature you are is to turn this into a nudist 
party. So, off with the girlish buttons and bows and on with the womanly 
buttocks and boobs!" 

Before George could offer a word of protest-not that he was about to-the 
four young girls began to shed their clothing. Within minutes it was raining 
sweaters, skirts, bras and panties. Old George's bulging eyes darted around 
the room like a kid trying to keep up with all the acts at a three ring 
circus. 

A nameless Madison Avenue philosopher in a gray flannel suit once said, 
"Clothes Make the Man." Any patron of the popular topless and bottomless 
cocktail lounges will tell you that "Absence of Clothes Makes the Woman." 
There is no faster or surer way for an adolescent girl to be treated as a 
woman, rather than a child, than to simply remove her clothing and display 
her mature body. 

George began to drool at both ends as he feasted his eyes on the sexual 
smorgasbord that was spread with such appetizing goodies before him. On 
every side he was tempted by firm young tits, well-rounded asses and 
unbelievably hairy cunts. A scant few minutes before he felt like an old 
fart surrounded by little girls. Now, suddenly, he was a powerful cocksman 
surrounded by sexy, eager women. At first he was haunted by the thought that 
he was nothing more than a lecherous old man who suddenly found himself in 
the garden of the young virgins. 

"C'mon, George. Either you take your clothes off, too, or the girls will put 
theirs back on. Don't be afraid, they won't bite you," Betty chided the 
older man. 

George complied immediately. He couldn't take his eyes off of these three 
lovely new virgins who had come to him for deflowering and proper sex 
instruction. They may have had the faces of children but they surely had the 
bodies of women. They were ripe for fucking and sucking and all those good 
things. From all appearances they had been ready for several years. 
Suddenly, he thought of what he had learned in sociology classes at 
Stanford, many years before. There are many primitive cultures and societies 
in which the young people are delivered to the elders of the opposite sex 
for deflowering and sexual indoctrination. He just hoped that they were 
entertaining no wild notions of his ability to service all three of them, 
plus taking care of Betty again, in this one evening. Sexy senior citizen he 
was-Superman he wasn't! 

"Hurry and get your pants off, George," Betty urged him on. "Margo and Sally 
have never seen a real live penis close-up. They're about to cream in their 
jeans-if they were wearing any-in anticipation." 

George unbuckled his belt and ran down the zipper of his fly. The girls eyes 
were wide and they seemed to be swallowing a lot more than necessary. He 
dropped his slacks and then looked down. His shorts looked like he was 
trying to smuggle a flagpole. He had a hard time getting the elastic 
waistband down over his swollen drooling dong. As it popped out and stood 
proudly erect a little gasp went up from the three young virgins. At the 
moment George wished that he had three cocks to offer them tonight. He 
paraded around the room letting each of his sex novitiates get a good look 
at what was in store for them. He wondered which of the lovely trio of 
nymphets would be the first to take his big hard hot cock between her legs 
and into her belly. He rather hoped that it might be little Cathy. The girl 
was taller than the others with huge tits that gave her the look of being 
top-heavy. There was no doubt that she was a natural blonde. An unbelievable 
growth of soft lush blonde hairs formed a mammoth triangle which rose from 
its apex in her crotch nearly up to her navel. George's twitching cock just 
throbbed to forage its way through that dense growth and explore the 
treasure trove of the love cave that lay hidden in the very center of that 
vulva verdure. He was, therefore, somewhat disappointed at Betty's proposed 
modus operandi. 

"The way I suggest that we go about this training program is to have our new 
students observe before they attempt to participate, Tonight will, 
therefore, consist of a sex-orientation demonstration in which they'll 
merely be an audience to our sex acts. They will watch us engage in normal 
intercourse and also go down on each other. In this way they will know what 
to expect when it comes their turn in the saddle. Afterwards, they can ask 
us both questions and we can discuss the various aspects of their impending 
sex lives. I'm sponsoring these neophyte nymphets and have given a great 
deal of thought as to the best way to program their metamorphosis from the 
cocoon of girlhood into the beautiful winged butterfly state of mature 
womanhood. Does everyone agree that this constitutes a logical and practical 
approach to this specialized quest for knowledge?" 

The girls nodded dumbly in acknowledging their agreement to any study 
curriculum proposed by a more experienced teacher. Reluctantly, George found 
himself going along with Betty's program. Normally speaking, he would have 
been delighted at the prospect of enjoying Betty's body again. Until she had 
mentioned her friends this had been the height of his sexual ambitions. Now 
that he was offered such a tempting menu of varied delicacies it became 
difficult to content himself on the same old bill of fare upon which he had 
feasted so often in the recent past. The thought occurred to him that it was 
strange indeed how quickly a man's sexual palate could become jaded by a 
simple threefold increase in the meat menu. 

If the girls felt any disappointment at having their initial role reduced to 
that of mere voyeurs, their excitement at the prospect of the impending sex 
show soon outweighed such feelings. 

"And, now, if the students are ready," Betty announced in professorial 
tones, "your instructors will proceed with the laboratory demonstrations of 
the principles involved." 

As the young girls assembled around them in awed silence and gave their rapt 
attention, Betty fell to her knees in front of the standing George. She 
grasped his huge turgid cock and stroked it lightly back and forth and then 
allowed her hands to fall back to his balls while she proceeded to lick the 
trembling head and staff until the glans was well coated with the clear 
pre-coital sex fluids. Betty made sure that they all saw the sticky liquid 
that made the swollen mauve glans glisten in the lamplight. Then she opened 
her mouth and took the head of George's cock and another inch for good 
measure into her mouth. She sucked and licked at it for several seconds and 
then pulled away from it, making little appreciative noises as she indicated 
to the enraptured girls that the heavy clear coating was now gone. 

For his part George felt like a keg of dynamite whose fuse was burning 
short. There is a limit to how much a stiff prick can stand and George was 
close to the breaking point. Everywhere he looked he be held firm young 
female flesh and lovely patches of tender virgin cunt hair. Even though it 
would constitute a criminal waste of natural resources, he felt that any 
moment now he was in danger of spewing his love cream before he had a chance 
to get inside any of these lush young bodies. 

Betty, having backed her mouth off of his twitching staff of manhood, lay 
back flat on the rug in a spread-eagled position and held her arms up to 
beckon him to join her. The moist crimson valley of her secret sex slit 
gaped open invitingly for all to see. 

"Come, George, this is what the girls came here to watch tonight so that 
they'll know how to do it with you later. Show them with it looks like when 
a real man who knows what he's doing fucks a willing young girl. Come down 
here and fuck me. Let them see that big beautiful prick of yours cram its 
way into my pussy and ram in and out until I cum and cum and cum and then 
you plant your sweet semen in the valley of the purple-headed giant." 

No normal man who suddenly found himself the star of the show in front of 
such a delightful audience could resist the temptation to "ham it up" just a 
little. George placed his hands on his hips and thrust his hips forward so 
that his hot throbbing prick jutted forth proudly like the bowsprit on a 
sailing vessel. He turned from one side to the other to give all three of 
the breathless young girls the full view of his throbbing manhood as they 
watched in wild-eyed speechless awe. Then, taking the swollen shaft in his 
hand as the clear juices oozed from the slit in its throbbing tip, he sunk 
to his knees and leaned forward until the burning glans parted the soft lips 
of her gaping cunt. Slowly, he thrust forward and the girls gasped as inch 
after inch of the huge sex buried itself inside of Betty's hairy crotch 
until, at last, it had completely disappeared from view. For her part, Betty 
moaned in sheer ecstasy at the tender onslaught. The erotic sensitivities of 
her highly erogenous zones seemed tripled by the consciousness of the three 
pairs of admiring eyes of her peers. 

George tried to make the show as exciting for them as possible by taking the 
longest strokes he dared in and out of her soft warm cunt. They had moved in 
close now and he pulled out so that they were treated to the view of the 
full length of his meat from balls to corona. Only the very tip of the head 
still remained inside Betty's pussy before he pressed back forward until he 
buried it all in her tender sex hole. His female audience was breathing 
heavily now and beginning to perspire. Two of them had buried their fingers 
in their own hairy sex centers as he continued to saw in and out of his 
young sex partner. He found that his own sexual sensitivities were 
heightened by his constant awareness of the three lovely voyeurs who watched 
his every stroke in silent admiration and erotic anticipation of the moment 
when they would be called from the audience to assume a center stage role in 
the sensuous performance. 

"Fuck me, George, fuck me harder and deeper. I'm about to come. Oh, my God, 
I'm cuming all over your wonderful big prick in my cunt. Nowwwwww!" Betty 
moaned as she flailed her head back and forth and rolled her eyes back in 
their sockets. 

"That's right, Betty. Give it to me. I want to feel your cunt cum to my 
cock," George encouraged her-and his audience. 

Betty sobbed and moaned and groaned as the massive orgasm swept through her 
open loins. She was being more vocal about it than usual, apparently intent 
upon seeing that her performance was enhanced with a fully synchronized 
sound track. The two girls who were fingering their clits brought that 
activity to a feverish pace, obviously anxious to join their friend in her 
orgasmic relief. 

"Cum to me, George. I want to feel you shoot in my cunt. Drain your balls 
deep in my palpitating pussy and flood my belly with your hot jism. Give it 
all to me! Show the girls how you put eight inches in there and only take 
three inches out. Give it to me, lover man. Fill my cunt with your heavy hot 
cream." 

George was showing off now, fucking her hard and furiously as he pinned her 
ass so tightly to the floor that she could hardly raise her cunt to respond 
to his ferocious onslaught against her hairy crotch. The girls around them 
had almost ceased breathing now, except in little periodic asthmatic gasps. 

"Here it is, Betty. I'm going to cum deep in your cunt and give it a creamy 
lover's douche. Feel it swelling way down inside there. In just a second 
I'll gush out all of my hot jism into your very womb. Here it comes!" he 
grunted in the final efforts of the climax of his intercourse. 

Betty trembled and shuddered beneath him as though her cunt was the 
epicenter of an earthquake. She let out a little scream as she orgasmed at 
the very feel of the flood he was loosening deep down inside of her. One of 
the girls began to sob and moan and George realized that fucking in front of 
an audience this way increased the thrills for the performers as well as 
providing them for the viewers. This had to be the fuck of a lifetime and he 
thought that he would never stop cuming. It was like all of the bone and 
marrow in his body was melting and flowing out of his cock into the lovely 
young girl beneath him on the carpet in his daughter's house. When the 
delightful deluge of his discharge finally ceased he fell on top of Betty as 
limp as a dish rag, almost unaware of the sudden hubbub of conversation 
between the members of their select audience. 

When he finally regained enough strength to climb off of the supine girl he 
displayed only a two-inch vestige of the proud eight-inch charger that he 
had crammed into her ten minutes earlier. The girls giggled nervously and 
rushed to Betty, suddenly mindful of his presence. 

"Did it hurt?" Cathy asked Betty, excitedly. 

"Well, if it did, I wish I could figure out a way to stay in that kind of 
pain forever," Betty said, smiling weakly at her friend. 

"Could you really feel it when he came inside of you?" Margo asked as though 
the thought was inconceivable. 

"Of course, silly. Can't you feel the soapy water flushing into your bowels 
when your mother gives you an enema? It's much the same," Betty explained 
patiently. 

"I know that I said I wanted to try it," Sally spoke almost fearfully, "but 
I'm sure that it would be utterly impossible for anything as big as that 
thing of his to fit into a tiny little hole like mine." 

"Don't worry, Sally, you'll have a chance to find out soon enough." Betty 
tried to calm her fears, "Think of it this way. Your rectum is so tight that 
sometimes you can't even work your little finger into it; yet, when you have 
to go, it stretches painlessly. Have you ever looked in the toilet bowl 
before you flushed it? Some of your bowel movements that have come 
comfortably out of that tight hole are even larger than George's cock. It is 
all a matter of elasticity. Your pussy works the same way, in reverse. As 
soon as you learn to relax the muscles and let it dilate naturally, you will 
find that you can accommodate any size male organ with little or no effort, 
or even consciousness of its size." 

Margo and Betty then went to the kitchen to heat the pizza and pour the 
wine. George felt a little awkward left alone in the room with the two naked 
girls who kept staring at his shrunken pecker which now resembled a peanut 
more than a banana. Since he was momentarily embarrassed to look into their 
eager young faces, he let his gaze rest upon their pubic mounds. He could 
still not get over the heavy crops of cunt hair on these young girls. 
Suddenly, he noticed that it looked different from when he had first 
observed the beards on their pussies. Now the hairs seemed damp and matted. 
He was anxious to smell and taste those wet furry triangles but since Betty 
had set up this action he had best follow her timetable. He would die now if 
anything happened to abort the missions that he had in mind so he would 
restrain himself, sit back, and leave the countdown entirely up to the 
show's producer, Betty. 

While they ate and drank Betty suggested that everyone might feel more at 
ease if they had a frank discussion group on the topic at hand-sex. She 
suggested that the girls ask questions in order to get the open conversation 
flowing. As usual in such situations, nobody wanted to be the first to 
speak. Finally Betty turned to Cathy, "Why don't you ask George a question 
about male sex. Any question at all that you've always wondered about. Then 
he will ask you a question in return about girl sex. That should get the 
ball rolling." 

Cathy seemed to have a hard time phrasing her question. After several false 
starts she blushed attractively and fixed her attention on her toes, rather 
than on George as she asked him, "In sex education classes at school they 
talk a lot about young boys and masturbation and midnight emissions. I've 
wondered about this but never had the nerve to ask a boy about it. When you 
were our age, or younger, did you use to masturbate a lot and did you have 
wet dreams?" 

"Why, of course, I did," George grinned at the attentive young faces. "All 
the guys did. Any man that tells you he never jerked-off or had wet dreams 
is either a saint or a liar, and you'd be amazed at how few saints we meet 
in this life. Would you like to hear about the first time I jacked off?" 

The girls all nodded excitedly. He had their rapt attention now, like he was 
about to let them in on the deepest, darkest secrets of the life of the 
opposite sex. 

"Well, I remember I was about twelve years old and I didn't even know that 
such a thing as sex existed. Although I never really thought much about it, 
I guess that I still believed that the stork brought babies. You see, we 
didn't have such a thing as sex education in those days and our parents 
wouldn't have thought of even mentioning the subject to us. Mothers were 
supposed to have 'that talk' with their daughters and fathers to have it 
with their sons but, for the most part, they were too embarrassed by the 
taboo subject to ever broach it. What little we ever learned, we kids had to 
learn from each other. It's too bad, too, because we all learned a lot of 
false knowledge that we had to unlearn in later years. Well, anyway, I 
remember I woke up late one night feeling like I had to pee something awful. 
I got out of bed and went, half-asleep, to the bathroom. I lifted the toilet 
seat and tried to pee but nothing happened. My little cock was all swollen 
and hard and standing straight out from my belly like it never had before. I 
figured that it was just because I had to pee so bad. I was afraid that when 
I did let go it would go all over the back of the toilet so I took it in my 
hand and tried to pull it down to aim it into the toilet bowl. It felt 
awfully good when I stroked it downward that way and I sensed that if I kept 
rubbing it back and forth it would finally start to let loose with the 
stream of pee. The harder I tried, the tighter it got but then it began to 
feel better and better as I stroked it up and down. It must have gone on for 
about ten minutes, feeling better all the time. I guess by then I couldn't 
have stopped even if I wanted to. Then finally it was as though something 
squeezed -the tip of my cock very tightly and then broke. The next thing I 
knew this heavy hot white stuff was shooting out instead of pee. It hurt at 
first, like a bowel movement when you're constipated and have to force it 
out. Then, towards the end, it felt real good. At first I was scared. I 
thought that I was sick and that something terrible was happening to me. My 
first inclination was to run to my parents and tell them what had happened. 
As soon as all of the heavy white stuff shot out, the swelling went down and 
I began to pee quite normally, except that it burned a little. By the time I 
finished taking my leak my pecker was hanging back in its normal limp manner 
and I didn't hurt any more so I went back to bed. By the next morning I had 
forgotten all about it so I didn't mention it to my folks." 

"Was that the only time it happened to you?" Sally took up the questioning 
of the older man. 

"Good heavens, no. A few nights later it happened again. This time it didn't 
scare me because I knew what to expect and how to cure it. I stroked it 
until it felt so good I couldn't stand it. It felt especially good when I 
tickled and rubbed this big vein down here." George lifted his limp cock and 
indicated the seminal discharge tube along the bottom length of his shaft. 
"When the heavy white stuff shot out tonight it hardly hurt at all and felt 
even better than it had the first time. Afterwards, I didn't even have to 
pee. I began to look forward to the next time it would get hard and I could 
do it again. Then, one day, I was taking a hot bath. I was washing my 
privates real good with soap when they started to get hard from the 
attention. When my cock was fully erect I stroked it with my soapy palm. 
This felt better than anything ever had before. I kept putting more soap on 
my hand and watched as I stroked it up and down under the warm water. The 
head stuck out above the water and soon it began to swell up to where it 
would seem it was about to burst. Then three separate jets of the heavy 
white stuff shot out. They must have gone over a foot in the air before they 
fell back into the bathwater. I remember thinking that if this was a disease 
I hoped they'd not found a cure for it." 

The girls giggled not only at his remark but because just talking about it, 
his cock was beginning to expand and reerect. 

"After that I began taking a hot bath every night. My folks thought that my 
hygiene classes in school were having a profound effect upon me. Actually it 
was just that I'd discovered what fun I could have in the tub with my own 
little cock." 

"Did you relate this pleasure to girls?" Margo asked him. 

"No, believe it or not, I didn't realize that it had any connection at all 
with the opposite sex. As far as I was concerned this was just a way that 
boys could enjoy themselves," he answered in simple honesty. 

"Well, then, when did you first find out about girls?" Cathy asked, fully 
caught up in the intimate narrative now. 

"It was almost a year after I first started playing with myself. I went to 
this girl's birthday party. There were about eight couples of kids there and 
we played party games like 'spin the bottle' and all that kid stuff where 
you wind up kissing. There was this one real pretty girl there that I'd 
never met before. She was well developed for her age and I got to kiss her 
five or six times. I'd never really kissed a girl that way before and about 
the third time I held her body close and kissed her I got this hard-on. She 
must have felt it and known what it was all about because the next couple of 
times when I kissed her she pressed her body up real tight to it and I 
thought I was going to shoot my load right in my party pants. That night I 
kept dreaming about her kisses and the feel of her soft warm body pressed up 
against my hard cock and I shot a load right there in bed. It was my first 
wet dream. I didn't dream that I actually had it inside of her, or anything 
like that. Even then the connection wasn't too clear." 

"Then when did you really go all the way with a girl?" Sally asked. 

"Oh, I remember that clearly enough. It was the summer just before my 
fifteenth birthday. My cousin, Emma, came to spend two months with us while 
her folks went to Europe. She's a year older than me and she was no virgin 
even then. Within a few days after she arrived we started having hot necking 
parties. Boy, but that girl could kiss? The minute her lips touched mine my 
cock popped up like a jack-in-the-box. Pretty soon she had me sucking her 
tits and she took out my cock and stroked it until I'd shoot off in her 
hand. Then she got me to run my. hand up her skirt and into her panties and 
play stink-finger with her. One day I did it and she didn't have on any 
panties. When she took out my stiff cock she turned up her skirts and pulled 
me down on top of her and started rubbing the head of my cock in her hairy 
gash. The next thing I knew it was inside of her and we were fucking. It 
felt infinitely better than my hand, or even hers. After that we screwed 
every day. When she had the rag on she'd go down and suck me off. Later she 
taught me to go down on her, but mostly we just fucked-fucked-fucked all 
summer." 

"Did you still masturbate and have wet dreams?" Margo insisted on knowing. 

"Are you kidding? Why drink beer with so much vintage booze right there at 
hand?" George laughed. "As for wet dreams, she didn't leave anything wet in 
my balls by bedtime every night." 

George hadn't realized it but reliving those early days of his sex life had 
given him a roaring hard-on. Now, as he got up and crossed to the table to 
refill his wine glass the young girls all giggled excitedly. On his way back 
to his seat he paused in front of each of them and invited them to feel of 
it and to lick the clear drool from its tip. Each was more than anxious to 
do so. Betty watched the action in silent amusement but would not allow it 
to go any further for this first session. 

"When did you first become aware of sex?" George asked Cathy next. "I would 
like to know all about your sexual awakening from the very beginning." 

"I'll tell you the truth if you will all promise not to laugh at me and call 
me childish or stupid. If this session is going to mean anything to us I 
think we all owe it to George to be just as frank and forthright as he was 
in answering our questions. Okay?" she asked the other girls, almost as a 
challenge. 

When they had all nodded their agreement, Cathy began to narrate the dawn of 
her own sex life, "Even though the period in which I was raised is supposed 
to be a more enlightened generation than that of George's youth, it might as 
well have been the Dark Ages as far as my family was concerned. Would you 
believe that I never remember having seen either my father or my mother 
undressed? In our house everyone locks the door when they go to the 
bathroom. We never lounge around in robes or pajamas. My parents stay fully 
clothed, except that my father removes his coat and tie when he comes home 
from work, until bedtime. Then they retire to their bedroom, they do so 
fully dressed and lock the door once they're inside. In the morning they are 
fully dressed before they unlock the door and emerge. If our house were to 
catch fire in the middle of the night I think they'd rather burn to death 
than run out in the street in their night clothes. My folks still believe 
that sex is a dirty word. Maybe that's why I'm an only child. Maybe they 
tried it once and didn't like it and never tried it again. I'm telling you 
this so that you'll understand my early experiences. I mean, I was really so 
square it's sad. Like honest, I was brought up believing that my pussy had 
no purpose other than to pee out of just as my asshole had no purpose other 
than to shit out of. I must have been ten or eleven before I saw pictures in 
the museum that showed that women's tits were used to nurse an infant. I 
never questioned where that infant came from. If I'd have asked my mom she'd 
have told me babies come from heaven. Sometimes I wondered what women did 
with their tits when they weren't nursing babies. I never dreamed that they, 
or those other parts of the anatomy, could be sources of physical pleasure. 
I never even paid much attention to my own body, other than to keep it 
clean. Then, when I was between twelve and thirteen, I began to notice that 
I was getting a growth of fuzz around my snatch. I had never seen my mother, 
or any other grown woman in the nude and I didn't know anything about pubic 
hair. I thought that I was turning into some kind of freak, like a bearded 
lady at the circus. It frightened me. I wondered if I should try to shave it 
off, or something. My toilet habits have always been very regular so I never 
went to the girls' room at school. Because I have a slight asthmatic 
condition I have always gotten a medical excuse from gym, so I never had 
occasion to see other girls' bodies, even. So this fuzz down there began to 
worry me more and more. I was afraid to mention it to my mother but each 
day, after school, I'd rush home and check my crotch. I kept hoping it would 
just go away but it got heavier and heavier. Within months I had a real 
beard down there and it kept spreading higher and higher. As you can see, my 
pubic hair covers twice the area of any of the rest of you." She stood up 
and ran her fingers through the huge blonde triangle to emphasize her point. 
"Soon I began to check on the progress of the growth with a hand mirror. It 
was in this way that I became aware of my internal sex parts. I used to 
spread my legs and hold the mirror down there and stare in awe at my 
insides. Soon I was examining them with my fingers and I soon discovered 
that touching some areas felt better than touching others. At that point I 
never brought myself to orgasm-with my fingers but I did become aware that 
it could feel good just to be touched down there." 

"That's real weird, Cathy, because I had the exact same experience," Sally 
interposed. 

"Yeah, me, too," Margo added, encouragingly. 

"Well, anyway, one day in school I got this awful stomach ache. I figured it 
was something I had eaten. I thought I had a little fever along with it 
because I felt like I was sweating all over. After school, as usual, I 
rushed home and right into the bathroom to examine my new 'beard' with the 
hand mirror. I almost fainted when I discovered that my panties were soaked 
with blood. I feared that the hair had been the warning of some dread 
disease, like the Black Plague, and that I had ignored the warning and now I 
was bleeding to death from it." 

"What did you do then?" George asked. Hearing about a young girl's first 
reaction to menstruation was all new to him. His wife had never mentioned 
the subject and surely his daughter Alice hadn't; at least, not to him. 

"Well, I was scared to death. I had never bled from anything more serious 
than a cut finger or skinned knee. Now I was bleeding internally and I was 
sure that I was about to die. I ran to my mother and told her what was 
happening to me." 

"What was her reaction?" Betty asked her friend. 

"She seemed more annoyed and embarrassed than anything. She gave me an 
aspirin tablet and told me to put on fresh panties. Then she took me over to 
see this, old nurse. She must have been sixty years old. She just left me 
there while she went shopping. The old nurse, who had never been married and 
I doubt had ever been with a man, brought out books and charts and explained 
all about the menstrual cycle and the testicles and the ovaries and all that 
junk. She insisted upon examining me and kept poking her fingers in me and 
rubbing places that made it feel good. I later figured out that the old maid 
was a bull dyke and probably would like to have gone down on me but I guess 
I was so messy and smelly down there that it turned even her off. She kept 
talking about sex, but I'm sure she was quoting books rather than talking 
from personal experience. She made menstruation sound like a punishment 
since she kept referring to it as 'the white woman's curse." I often 
wondered later where the bigoted old bitch got that term since I have a lot 
of black girl friends and I found out they are plagued with the same curse 
as us white girls." 

"What was your attitude towards sex after you went through that first 
menstrual period?" George asked the young blonde. 

"I was tremendously curious about the whole subject. I remembered that on 
the page opposite a medical diagram the nurse had showed me there was a 
diagram of the male sex organs. I had never seen any and I wanted to very 
much. I had to content myself for almost a year with self-examination of the 
female genitals. I began to finger and massage myself there and it felt very 
good although I never brought myself to orgasm. Probably, I just quit too 
soon. You see, I didn't even know that there was supposed to be any climax. 
I had no idea what orgasm meant, much less felt like." 

"Do you know now?" Margo asked her. 

"Yes, of course, I do. You can't stay a baby forever. About a year later I 
began dating boys. You know, when I look back on it I guess it's really 
kinda funny. I was just the opposite of most girls. If a guy didn't try to 
get fresh with me on the first date I never gave him a second chance. I 
wanted to learn about sex and I had no patience with hand holding and tit 
squeezing. I wanted to go the full route. When I met Bobby I thought I'd 
found the answer to a maiden's prayer. The very first time we went out he 
took me to the movies. Before we even finished our box of popcorn he was 
running his hand up my skirt and into my panties. I was all hot and sticky 
and he seemed to know just where to touch and rub and I began to squirm 
around in that seat like mad. He had his whole hand in my panties and had 
two fingers in me and the others were doing wondrous things to my seething 
sex. Then he took one of my hands in his free hand and led it to his lap and 
placed it on his cock. It was like I had a hold of a red hot poker through 
his pants. I really went wild now and soon the most marvelous feeling swept 
through me and I saw a million shooting stars and my crotch got all wet and 
slimy and I had my first orgasm. He told me later that my snatch squeezed 
him so hard it almost broke his two embedded fingers. I wanted to unzip his 
fly and run my hand inside and feel that real flesh of manhood. Just then 
the damned usher lit us with his flashlight to show people to the empty 
seats next to us. We both pulled our hands back quickly and that ended it 
for that night. The following Friday, Bobby borrowed his folks' car and we 
went to a drive-in movie way out on the edge of town. I took off my panties 
so they wouldn't get in his way and pulled up my skirt so that he could see, 
as well as feel, me. That night he used both hands and did a wonderful job. 
When I came all over his fingers I heard the angels sing. Then I took out 
his cock and balls and examined them closely with both my eyes and my hands. 
I was completely fascinated by his male anatomy. I rubbed and tickled and 
stroked him while I watched his stiff cock tremble and throb at my touch. At 
last he got very hot and then these geysers of white syrup shot out of the 
tip like 'Old Faithful' going off. I watched, enthralled, as they rose a 
foot or more in the air and then fell back on his dark trousers. A lot of it 
got all over my hand and we had to clean it off as best we could with his 
handkerchief." 

"Did you think about how it would be to have that stuff shoot out of his 
cock into your cunt?" George asked her. 

"No, I didn't. I was still pretty stupid. I knew that we could massage each 
other's organs and bring them to a pleasurable climax but I had no 
conception of the fact that that massage could be administered with anything 
other than the hands. I was totally ignorant of actual fucking." 

"What happened next?" Sally asked her. 

"Nothing, really. For months after that we were content just to play with 
each other's genitals and masturbate one another to climax. As far as I was 
concerned, that was all there was to sex. Then one night he was sucking my 
tits which had begun to grow very rapidly in the past few months. They 
seemed to fascinate him. Each week they were larger than the week before. On 
this particular night he sucked and nibbled on my nipples far longer than 
usual. I was beginning to get very excited from his attentions. I even 
thought he could make me cum by just sucking and chewing on my tits." 

"Yeah, a guy made me cum that way once," Margo interjected. 

"Well, it didn't really happen to me," Cathy continued, "after he got his 
fill of my boobs he began to kiss me beneath them and then over my stomach 
and in my belly button and then down into that big patch of cunt hair. 
Finally he spread my legs and brought his face right to my snatch and began 
to do things to it with his tongue and lips that he had previously done only 
with his fingers. I felt like my delicate parts were being massaged with a 
live wire. He licked and slurped and sucked and nibbled at my sex until I 
thought I would go wild. At last I could stand it no more and I let go a 
flood of cum in his face. I was terribly embarrassed. Like I had just farted 
in his face, but he seemed to enjoy it. Later he came up and kissed me. His 
lips were all gooey and funny tasting. Suddenly, I realized that I was 
tasting my own sex juices on them. Then he asked me to go down and lick and 
suck on his big cock and to take it in my mouth and suck him off and swallow 
his cum. Under the circumstances of the moment I could hardly say 'no', so I 
went down and sucked his cock. It wasn't nearly the unpleasant experience 
that I thought it would be. I was really beginning to enjoy it when he blew 
his load in my mouth. If anyone had ever asked me I'd have said I was sure I 
would throw up under such conditions. My reactions were the exact opposite. 
It was like the first time I ever tasted a coconut malted. I loved it from 
the very first sip. I hungrily gulped down every bit of it and wished that 
there had been more. He came so much that it was running out of my nostrils 
and drooling down over my chin when I pulled off of his cock, but I loved 
every moment of the experience. Some girls are born to suck cock and I am 
happy to be one of them." 

"Did you ever let him really fuck you?" Sally asked her, Betty and George 
exchanged knowing glances but remained silent, wondering if Cathy would be 
as honest with these other girls as she had been with Betty. Of course, 
George had gotten the story from Betty. 

"Well, the only way I can honestly answer that is to say 'yes and no,' even 
though that sounds evasive," Cathy grinned. "Here's what happened. For many 
months after that first experience we kept going down and sucking each other 
off. It was better than hands but we both wondered if it was really as good 
as the 'real thing.' For the most part I think that we were both so happy 
with what we had that we were almost afraid to try for higher stakes in the 
sex lottery. Then this one night we were both hotter than two dollar 
pistols. Bobby kept begging me to let him put it in. I don't know why I 
resisted, but I did. At last, he wore down my resistance. I lay back on the 
seat of the car and spread my legs and he crawled between them with his 
throbbing twitching cock in his hand. I'll never forget the thrill when I 
felt the burning head of it rub into my vaginal lips and creep inside of my 
secret places. He felt it, too. Soon he moved forward and got the whole head 
in and then a little before he encountered the obstruction of my intact 
hymen. I was dying to have him break through that membrane and get that big 
hard cock all the way up inside of me. He lunged once and then twice, 
bouncing off of the protective wall and then suddenly he flooded the lips of 
my cunt with his hot cream. He had shot his load before he had broken down 
the barrier. I was aflame with passion but he was suddenly incapable of 
doing anything about it. I was in the ridiculous position of having had a 
man cum in my cunt and yet still technically being a virgin. I don't mind 
telling you it was pretty fucking frustrating. That night I decided that 
Bobby wasn't man enough for me. Even though I was determined to shut him 
off, I had no replacement in mind. Then Betty came along and told me about 
the merits of a more mature lover and how happy she was with George here. 
Suddenly, I wanted an older man to take sexual care of me but I had no idea 
where or how to find one. Then Betty offered to share George with me and I 
knew that I had found the answer to my problem. That's my story, what's 
yours?" The junior member of the trio looked to her two older compatriots. 

"Just a moment," Betty interrupted. "We all know that confession is good for 
the soul and that talk-out sessions are one of the best ways of really 
getting to know and understand one another. Nonetheless, I had planned that 
this first session was to be largely a demonstration one. I think that we 
should now have an intermission in the confessionals and resume the 
laboratory displays of the gentler forms of the art of sex." 

"Hey, this isn't fair. You're having all the fun and we're just standing on 
the sidelines playing with ourselves. I thought you promised to share George 
with us," Sally objected. 

"All in due time. Each of you will have your full evening with George and, 
on those occasions, I will content myself by merely being an observer, as 
you are tonight. If you don't like the curriculum of this course, you are 
free to withdraw from it here and now. It is my firm conviction that any 
student must first learn by observation, then by experimentation." 

"Okay, okay, we'll go along, even though you are torturing us. What next?" 
Margo put in. 

"Well, this is something that I hadn't planned on for tonight, but it was 
brought up minutes ago by Cathy in her sincere recital. All of you are 
virgins. Earlier, George and I showed you what it is like to have a man's 
cock in your cunt. Cathy mentioned that she had always thought a cunt was 
just for peeing and an asshole just for shitting. We are now going to 
demonstrate to you that the second concept is no more valid than the first. 
In short, my dear girls, you are going to observe our friend George as he 
fucks me up the ass!" 

Her announcement left her audience momentarily stunned. In the interim Betty 
disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a jar of cold cream. She 
helped George to his feet. Every eye in the room was on his throbbing hard 
cock as she coated it liberally with the white cream. Then she dipped a 
finger into the jar and anointed her rear cavity. Once this was accomplished 
she crouched on her knees on the couch, bracing her shoulders against the 
back of it. Her knees were spread apart and George walked up between them as 
the girls gathered close to watch the demonstration of buggery. 

George's coated cock glistened in the lamplight. Sally, at his right side, 
reached out to touch and stroke it as though unwilling to trust her eyes. 
George reached forward and spread Betty's buttocks wide with the palms of 
his hands. The valley of the tan starfish 'was exposed to the unrestricted 
view of all in the room. The little beige purse string suture of her ass 
seemed to undulate as though it had a mind of its own as he brought the 
well-lubricated head of his stiff cock closer and closer to it. The three 
young girls who were relegated strictly to the position of observers tonight 
gasped as the huge piston sought to force its way into such a tiny cylinder. 
George got a good grip on Betty's hipbones and pulled her back as he lunged 
forward with all of his might until the swollen greasy head of his cock 
disappeared into the little brown tunnel of her ass. He held still for a 
moment now, giving her rectal muscles a chance to relax, and the tight shaft 
a chance to dilate. At length George grasped her hips tightly once more and 
lunged forward, burying a full half of his huge pole in her spread buttocks. 
Betty began to wiggle her ass now and seemed to be thrusting it back to him 
to aid in making the anal penetration complete. The girls gave a gasp as, 
with a brutal lunge, all of his huge cock disappeared in her rectum. 

"Oh yes, George. Fuck me up the ass! Ram that big beautiful prick of yours 
all the way into my asshole and flood my bowels with your sweet cum." Betty 
groaned as she undulated her hips back and forth to meet his every thrust. 

He buggered her good now with long strokes that left only the tip of his 
swollen cock in her tan starfish and then crammed the balls deep into the 
tight brown stricture while the young girl squirmed around on the cock that 
impaled her from the rear and groaned in ecstatic pleasure. 

"Oh, Betty, your sweet little asshole is so hot and tight that it's making 
my balls boil over. I can't cornhole you much longer, baby, I'm just about 
to blow up load now," he groaned. 

Betty stepped up the pace at the sound of his words, bucking her buttocks 
back to him like a wild woman. At the same time she began to make little 
animal noises each time he would cram balls-deep into her hot ass. The 
audience realized that they were both about ready to cum and showed surprise 
that Betty could be brought to orgasm through her rear sex opening as well 
as her front. 

"Now, George, now! Let me have it! I want to feel your hot jism giving me a 
sex enema and flushing my lower intestines. Cum in my ass!" 

The girl began to shake as though caught up in a severe chill and then her 
older lover grasped her hipbones and drove into her anal canal mercilessly 
until he too came to a trembling crescendo and the girls who watched their 
every move in wide-eyed awe sweated and gasped at the realization that he 
was cuming up their girl friend's ass. When his wild, passionate gushings 
had finally thoroughly drained his balls, George nearly collapsed on top of 
the bent-over girl. 

"Wow!" Margo exclaimed as George plopped his spent cock out of Betty's 
distended anus. "Now I know what my dad means by that corny old expression 
he uses." 

"What expression is that?" Sally asked, still in a daze from the weird 
performance they had just witnessed. 

"You bend over and touch your toes and I'll show you where the wild goose 
goes," Margo explained and the girls all snickered and broke the high 
tension of the moment. 

While they relaxed again over a glass of wine Betty suggested that Sally and 
Margo give a brief rundown on their early sex experiences, or lack of same. 
A talk-out session is only fair if everyone bares his or her soul. 

Little brunette Margo picked up the ball and began by narrating her early 
experiences. She had a tiny patch of cunt hair, compared to the blonde 
Cathy, and her titties were small but well formed. Her lips were quite full, 
which usually indicates sexuality and her eyes were large and wide set. 
There was something about her that made George think of the descriptive term 
"neat and petite." She was such a proper-looking young lady, even sitting 
here in the nude, that it was hard for George to realize that she was only 
here because she wanted this man, three times her age, to fuck her. There 
was no blushing or floor-staring where Margo was concerned. She looked 
around the small group and kept her voice level and her eyes high as she 
began her sex recital, "I'm afraid I can't say I was innocent of any 
knowledge of sex until recently. Nothing could be further from the truth. 
Based upon the depth of my knowledge of sex and the age at which I acquired 
it I suppose it is nothing short of a miracle that I am a sixteen-year-old 
virgin today, instead of a practicing whore with a wide following. In order 
that you understand what I am about to tell you, I must give you a certain 
amount of background information on my upbringing. About the time I was 
born, my father used to make an awful lot of money. I don't know just how 
because the folks would never talk about it. Well, anyway, something 
happened and by the time I was between three and four years old, Dad went 
broke. Fortunately, we had this big old house in a good neighborhood that 
was fully paid for but the maid and the gardener service fell by the 
wayside. Soon the grounds were overgrown and the place looked generally 
rundown. Dad, who had always been in business for himself, took a job and I 
guess he wasn't too happy about it. Even though he worked long hours he 
couldn't seem to make ends meet and soon Mom started working, too. That 
meant that even before I was five I was left at home a lot on my own except 
for an occasional friendly neighbor who would look in on me or bring me 
something to eat. While most kids under those circumstances would glue 
themselves to the television set, I became a bookworm. Daddy had this full 
scale library. He must have had thousands of books. Even before I learned to 
read I used to spend many happy hours just looking at the pictures in them 
and making up stories to fit them in my own mind. What used to fascinate me 
the most was a huge locked section of bookcases behind solid doors. Why 
would people want to lock up their books? Like most little girls I was 
consumed with curiosity as to what they contained. I used to think of these 
locked cabinets as being Pandora's box. I wondered what would escape if I 
could ever open them. One rainy afternoon I had tried to reading, or 
pretending to, and I was drawing on this big sketch pad someone had given 
me. I was completely engrossed with my artistic endeavors when I broke the 
point on the only pencil I had. I had never before dared to go into my 
father's big desk but now I did, in search of either another pencil or a 
sharpener. In one of the top drawers I discovered a small key hanging on a 
cup hook that had been screwed into the side of the drawer. I don't know 
what possessed me to do so but I tried the key in the locked cabinets and 
sure enough, it fit. My father was, obviously, one of the original 'Dirty 
Old Men' because those cabinets were crammed full of every type of dirty 
book, picture magazine and other forms of pornography. Mind you, I was about 
five years old when I made this discovery. I didn't understand what the 
people in the pictures were doing but they held a fatal fascination for me. 
I felt as though I was being allowed to eavesdrop on some secret rites and 
some sixth sense told me not to ever mention this to my parents. For years, 
even after I was in school, I would rush home, unlock the cabinets and look 
at the dirty books. As I got a little older I began to feel a strange 
excitement in my crotch as I went through them and often my panties would be 
moist and sticky when I had finished my perusal of Dad's porno collection. 
Unlike Cathy, I knew exactly what to expect when I started getting hair on 
my cooze. It meant that I was becoming an adult, like the women in the 
pictures, and soon I could do those strange things that they were doing. By 
the time I was thirteen I was anticipating sex more than anything else in 
life. My first experience was, therefore, somewhat surprising." 

"In what way?" Betty encouraged her friend to continue. 

"Well, one day I was way over on the other side of town, running an errand 
for Mother. I figured if I walked all the way home I could save the bus fare 
Mom had given me and buy an ice cream soda. I was trudging along the 
unfamiliar streets when this big car pulled over to the curb. There was a 
man my father's age inside. He opened the door and told me that he was a 
friend of my dad's and that he would drive me home. Like a little idiot, I 
hopped in the car. All I was thinking about was that I'd enjoy that ice 
cream soda sooner, thanks to the ride. Like I say, I was unfamiliar with the 
neighborhood, so I paid no attention to where he was going. As far as I was 
concerned we were heading for home. All of a sudden we're out in this 
deserted area with no houses or other cars around and he pulls over and 
parks. He tells me that he has something interesting to show me and then he 
opens his pants and takes out this huge cock and even pulled out his balls. 
I guess he thought he was showing me something I had never seen before and 
that I would turn to putty at the sight. How could he know that I had seen 
hundreds of cocks in all sizes, shapes and colors in those pictures in Dad's 
books. He grabbed my hand and forced me to touch it. I had no idea that it 
would be so hot. It was like he had a fever. Then he told me that he was 
going to put that thing in me, between my legs. He said it like I wouldn't 
know what he was talking about. Little did he know! He spread my legs and 
aimed that huge tree trunk at my tiny virgin pussy. In spite of the fact 
that I offered no resistance he almost split me in two just trying to get 
the head of that monster in me. I had never dreamed that it would hurt from 
the expressions on the faces of the people in the pictures, so I was 
suddenly shocked and frightened. He kept ramming it at me and the pain got 
worse and worse. I told him to wait a minute, that I had an idea I thought 
would make it easier for us. While he pulled away slightly I reached down 
and took off my shoe and whacked him in the balls as hard as I could. While 
he squealed in pain I jumped out of the car and ran for my life. My first 
close encounter with sex had left me so frightened and frustrated that I 
remained turned off on the subject for a long time afterwards. Then I began 
dating this real nice guy at school. I really wanted him to fuck me but he 
was an unbelievable square. Even when he kissed me and I'd shove my tongue 
in his mouth he never tried to play with my titties or anything. Finally I 
grabbed him by the cock. It was hard enough and I made it even harder. When 
I finally decided that the time had come I got real bold and unzipped his 
fly and pulled out his cock and kept stroking it as I spread my legs and 
pulled him towards my burning crotch. Just as the head of his hot prick 
grazed against my cunt hair I felt him twitch and jerk and suddenly I was 
all wet and sticky and he was shrinking like a deflated balloon. He had shot 
his load all over the outside of my cunt, creating more mess than relief. I 
was so frustrated I could have climbed walls. When I went to bed later that 
night I reached down to see if I had gotten all of his spunk cleaned off of 
me. I touched my clit and it felt real good so I kept rubbing and massaging 
it until I reached my first orgasm. The experience was so thrilling that now 
I knew I wanted sex, the real way. I couldn't stand the thought of having 
some other young swain blow his load before he made me crumble my cookies. 
Then Betty told me about her perfect arrangement with an older man and I 
decided that that was the answer for me too-so here I am." 

Now that Margo had bared her soul to the rest of them, everyone looked to 
Sally. Sally was the same height as Margo and her hair was about the same 
color and yet, somehow, one would not use the word "petite" to describe her. 
Her tits were much larger and fuller. Even the nipples and the aureoles were 
larger and darker in color than Margo's. Her hips were fuller and she had a 
very slight tummy. The growth of pubic hair was larger and heavier than 
Margo's. She wasn't exactly chubby but she had a provocative amount of baby 
fat. She was best described as "cuddly". 

Sally began her story, after looking around and checking each face as much 
as to ask if they would be understanding. Apparently satisfied, she started, 
a little hesitantly, "I'm afraid my experiences, or birth of them, are 
really so uninteresting that they will bore you. You have made me realize 
that I am so middle of the road that it's almost pathetic. I am neither as 
naively innocent of the facts of life as Cathy nor as cogently knowledgeable 
of them as Margo, My mom thought that she was progressive and tried to read 
all the literature on what to tell a daughter about the facts of life. When 
I first started to menstruate we had long talks. There were no secrets, no 
mystic rites. Mom laid it right on the line and, as a woman, I knew what was 
expected of me sexually and what I might expect in return. It was no more 
dull nor exciting than learning arithmetic or French. It was just another 
facet of the knowledge of life that I had to learn to grow up. Mother told 
me that there was a time in life for all things-including sex. She explained 
that all too many young people fouled up their whole future by trying to go 
against the social timetable. She told me of the tragic cases of young girls 
who got pregnant, or married, or hopefully both, before they were prepared 
to take on these responsibilities of life. She explained that today's 
society demands that people have a good and full education in order to 
achieve success. As a result they should finish college and only think of 
marriage and sex when they reach their mid-twenties. I had no reason to 
dispute her ideas. In all matters I have always accepted my mother's word as 
the gospel truth. This was no different, or so I thought at the time. The 
one thing Mom didn't explain to me is that the sex urge and desire is every 
bit as powerful in girls as it is in boys. When guys would try to 'make out' 
with me I'd tell them that I wasn't ready, that it wasn't time for that yet. 
They'd assume I meant to wait until our next date. After a while they got 
frustrated and gave up on me. Then I began waking up at night with hot 
sweats and a strange gnawing sensation in my crotch. Funny, but I didn't at 
first relate it to sex. I had to talk about it to somebody my own age and so 
I discussed it with Betty, since she's my closest friend. She got my head 
screwed on right on the subject. She told me about how you had helped her, 
George, and extolled the advantages of learning anything as important as sex 
from an experienced and qualified instructor. It made sense to me, 
especially when she related it to the fact that she would not for a moment 
consider jumping out of an airplane with a guy who had never made a sky-dive 
before." 

The other girls commented among themselves for a few moments and then they 
all looked to George as though for words of mature wisdom. George was afraid 
that he might say the wrong thing and break the spell that had led him into 
this sexual Shangri-la. Finally, Sally asked him, "George, you are older and 
better educated than we are. Our parents and the society in which we live 
keeps telling us that there is a time in life for sex and yet we are all 
eaten alive with passions which we are told to cool and wait for 
fulfillment. Are we doing the wrong thing in wanting to break down the 
sexual barrier and enter into the society of real women while still in our 
mid-teens. You seem to be a nice guy whom we can rely upon to level with us. 
We have enough faith in you, from what Betty has told us about you, that we 
don't think that you would bullshit us just to crawl into our cunts. After 
all, we are only here because we're offering up our virginity to you. You 
appear to be the type of guy who would consider that to be a sacred trust 
and wouldn't violate it. Tell us, from your great depth of knowledge and 
experience, are we rushing life by wanting to participate in sex in our 
mid-teens? Should we wait another ten years, as society seems to dictate? Is 
there a perfect age at which to embark upon one's sex life, and if so, what 
is that age?" 

George looked around over the bevy of young naked beauties. Their anxious, 
sincere eyes were fixed upon him as though he were a later-day Ovid, an 
oracle of sex. He couldn't bring himself to lie to these honest girls who 
had bared their innermost secrets to him. Even if it meant forgoing sex with 
them he had to give them an honest answer. He walked over and poured himself 
a glass of wine, draining the big bottle, before he settled down to answer 
their open-heart questions. 

"Girls, it's been a good many years since I studied sociology at college but 
I doubt that the rules have changed any. What we are considering here 
tonight is the age-old battle between the laws of nature and the laws of 
society. Without wanting to sound religious about it, let's assume that 
nature's laws were created by God and society's laws were created by man. 
From the very dawn of history, mankind has been engaged in a moral tug of 
war between these two codes of behavior. Primitive man didn't have this 
problem. When he was hungry he simply hunted and killed and ate. When he 
grew tired he lay down and slept. There were no rules that dictated to him 
that he must eat at seven, twelve and six o'clock and go to sleep at ten at 
night and then awaken at six in the morning. The rules of his life were 
simple in that he did that which came naturally. As for his sex life, when 
he got an erection he simply approached the nearest female and inserted his 
stiff staff into any available orifice of her body that was convenient. 
Whether he addressed her vaginally, anally or orally was of no consequence. 
Nor did it matter whether the subject of his sexual gratification happened 
to be his mother, his sister or a total stranger. He was merely obeying a 
purely animalistic instinct. As our primeval forebears developed a form of 
society which we can refer to as civilization, man placed more and more 
yokes around his neck in the form of what became known as totems and taboos. 
As this so-called civilization progressed and grew, man came to think that 
his laws were wiser than and superior to those of God. The basic laws of 
nature became subordinated to the laws of man. This condition, like a 
cancer, fed upon itself until today society has a disdain for the laws of 
nature and insists that the universe revolve about and exist by its own 
prescribed principles. The ultimate culmination of this trend is our 
present-day society." 

"Now, let's translate this in terms of the topic at hand-which is sex. We 
must remember that the forces of nature and the forces of society are at 
constant loggerheads. You girls have all related the experiences of your 
sexual awakening. Invariably, these have been on nature's-not 
society's-timetable. The human animal reaches what is known as a stage of 
puberty in the early teen years. This is evidenced by the sudden growth of 
pubic hair around the genital areas. It is further evidenced in the female 
by the onset of the menstrual process and in the male by the subconscious 
erection of the penis at periodic intervals. This is nature's way of telling 
us that the time for sex has arrived. Both male and female bodies have 
achieved maturity and are now capable of reproduction in order to perpetuate 
the species. As in other life forms this is the basic law of nature. But the 
man-made laws of society say 'NO! Nature is wrong. You may have these drives 
and urges and physical abilities but we decree that you must wait another 
ten years before putting these God-given blessings to use.' The pursuit of 
this false concept of morality is the seat of most of mankind's 
psychological and physiological problems. The older I get the more I am 
inclined to go along with nature. To give a straight and simple answer to 
your question, I think that the ideal age at which to begin one's sex life 
is the age that nature gave us the capabilities to engage in this happy 
activity." 

If there were any doubts in the minds of the lovely young females present, 
George's erudite analysis of the socio-sexual scene removed them. 

"Are there any among you who wish to back out rather than embark upon the 
sea of sex with friend George as your leader?" Betty asked the sexual 
novitiates in the room. There were no dissenting comments and so Betty 
announced that this first session had come to an end. The girls were invited 
to return here at the same time for the next three nights. They would draw 
cards and the high-draw would get George's deflowering attentions for that 
entire session while the others watched. All of a sudden the first meeting 
was over. George hated to see those lush female bodies cover themselves but 
slowly they got dressed again. The transformation was amazing. One minute, 
in the nude with tits and asses blossoming and cunt hair displayed, they 
were women. The next minute in skirts and sweaters and saddle shoes, they 
had returned to adolescence. 

Ten minutes later he and Betty were alone again. They went in to check on 
young Jimmy and then came back to the den. Betty led him to the big leather 
club chair and urged him to sit while she fell to the floor between his legs 
and proceeded to lick and suck on his sex until he got hard and then 
continued to do so until he got quite soft again. After that she dressed and 
ran next door to home. It had been quite an evening for all concerned. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The next day seemed endless to George. He was living in anticipation of six 
o'clock but it seemed that someone had poured molasses in all of the clock 
movements. When a middle-aged man knows that he will have the privilege of 
smashing the cherry of one of three beautiful teen-age virgins that night, 
the day can seem to be a thousand hours long. 

Betty arrived late that afternoon and took care of feeding Jimmy, giving him 
his bath, playtime and then putting him to bed an hour before her friends 
arrived. Neither she nor George made any move towards or even mention of 
personal hanky-panky. Both of them knew that he would need all of his sexual 
energies for what lay ahead of him that evening. 

At about six thirty the girls arrived. Once again George was shocked by the 
difference that clothes made on these adolescents. In their sweaters and 
skirts and flat shoes they looked like they should be carrying dolls and 
bouncing a ball. Once they stripped off these "Babes in Toyland" costumes it 
became obvious that they themselves were the dolls and that the only balls 
they should bounce came in pairs and equipped with their own bats. 

Once again Betty assumed the position of party director. Even stark naked 
she appeared to be wearing the robes of a Satanic priest in conducting the 
Black Mass. As George watched her, he had the feeling that this young broad 
was born to be a madam. Perhaps she was the reincarnation of Polly Adler. 
That famous New York madam had written a best-selling book entitled A House 
Is Not a Home. Perhaps young Betty would write its sequel, A Trip Around the 
World Is Not a Cruise. 

Betty approached the coffee table carrying a deck of cards with all of the 
dignity of a priest about to serve communion. She handed the deck to George 
to shuffle. 

"Now girls, you are all three anxious to have George lead you from childhood 
into womanhood. Obviously, he can only do this to one of you tonight. Our 
selection will be made by the simple expedient of cutting the cards. The 
girl cutting the highest card will become a woman tonight. The other two 
will have to wait until tomorrow night and the following night. Are you 
ready to determine which of you will cross the one-way threshold tonight? 
You all understand that once you have entered the portals of this new domain 
you can never return to the status of life in which you have lived up until 
now." 

"Who calls this living?" Margo quipped and they all snickered to make light 
of the momentous decision which they were facing. 

"Very well then, Margo, you may draw the first card," Betty announced. 

Margo made a big ceremony of the cut but came up with the nine of diamonds. 

Sally cut very deep in the deck and produced the four of clubs. She muttered 
"Shit" and Margo looked pleased. Then the hairy blonde Cathy closed her eyes 
and turned over about half the deck, exposing the jack of hearts. George was 
pleased because, while they were all very attractive young ladies, there was 
something about this Cathy that really turned him on. 

George led the blonde virgin with the huge muff of cunt hair over to a large 
club chair. The admiring audience gathered around not wanting to miss a 
moment of the performance that was to follow. First, he devoted at least 
five minutes to each of her luscious tits until the little pink rosebud 
nipples became crimson and swollen as hard as his cock. He chewed on each 
nipple hard enough to leave teeth marks and then slowly moved downward until 
he could inhale the heady perfume of her femininity. After breathing deeply 
of her intimate fragrance he began to lick her tender slit. It was the 
lightest pink in color and covered with little droplets of moisture which 
gave it the appearance of a rose covered with early-morning dew. As he 
licked and sucked on the lovely gash he realized that blonde cunts smell and 
taste different from brunette pussies. Their bouquet and flavor are as 
different as white wine and red wine. Judged on that basis this little Cathy 
rated as vintage champagne. George realized that the best job he could think 
of would be that of wine taster in a vineyard of cunts. She squirmed happily 
beneath him as he licked and sucked and mouthed her trembling cunt. He could 
hear the other girls breathing heavily behind him. He opened her lips wide 
with his fingers and began to give his full oral concentration to the 
exposed tip of her little clitoris. When his tongue grazed it, she began to 
sob slightly and lifted her cunt up to his mouth. He sucked the little clit 
right into his mouth and she drew in her breath in a loud gasp and shuddered 
violently as the orgasm hit her. She was nice and juicy now and this would 
make it easier and less painful when he brought her virgin years to an end 
within the next few minutes. The wonderful flavor of her champagne cunt 
filled his mouth and coated his moist lips as he reluctantly emerged from 
her happy valley. 

From beneath the chair, where he had secreted it earlier, George produced 
one of those pocket flashlights that looks like an oversized pen. He had 
bought this earlier today for the special occasions which lay ahead of him 
these next few nights. 

"Let's see if she is really a virgin," George suggested to the girls. "She 
said that she herself wasn't sure." 

Instructing Cathy to use her fingers and stretch her cunt as wide open as 
she could he held the flashlight to the mouth of her vaginal tunnel and 
peered deep inside. The little pink membrane with the small hole in the 
center that was her ring-like hymen still blocked the entry way to the deep 
recesses of her sex. 

The girls all wanted to take a look. It wasn't that they had doubted that 
Cathy was still a virgin. It was simply that while all of them, except 
Betty, had a hymen they had never been able to see it and were curious. 
First Betty, then Margo and Sally took a good long first and last look at 
Cathy's physical badge of virginity. They expressed curiosity as to what the 
female interior looked like without the hymen intact. Betty obligingly 
lifted her leg to the arm of the chair and pulled her pussy wide apart while 
George moved the light to her chasm and the other girls took a close look at 
the unrestricted penile tunnel. He wondered for a moment if this little 
comparative inspection might trigger any latent homosexual tendencies in the 
young girls. As if to assure him of her normal heterosexuality, Margo 
reached down and cupped a feel of his balls while looking up Betty's snatch. 

George got up and produced a small white Turkish towel, one of three that he 
had bought on this day for a very special purpose. The girls got the idea 
immediately. He started to spread the towel out on the carpet but Sally 
suggested that they would get a much better view of the whole action if he 
screwed Cathy just as she was on the edge of the chair. He slipped the white 
towel beneath her spread thighs. Before getting down on his knees between 
her legs, he leaned over the chair and suggested. "Why don't you give my 
cock a little kiss for good luck?" 

Cathy was aflame with passionate anticipation and needed no urging to do 
anything George might suggest at this point. She swooped his cock into her 
mouth like a feather being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. The other girls 
were amazed by her obvious proficiency as a cocksucker. She appeared to take 
his huge dong into her mouth effortlessly. 

"I wish I would find a pair of shoes like that," Margo giggled as she 
watched the little blonde swoop down balls deep on the older man. 

"Whadda'ya mean?" Sally asked her. 

"Small on the outside but huge on the inside," Margo explained. 

George's glans was well coated with his own juices mixed with her saliva 
when he pulled back from her face. He kneeled between her spread thighs and 
while the fingers of one hand opened the inner lips of her virgin cunt, he 
took his hotly throbbing prick in the other and Cathy felt the burning juicy 
head of that huge organ press into those inner vaginal lips as it demanded 
admission into her still-untrespassed sex tunnel. Next he pressed his lips 
to her mouth and his tongue forced her lips apart and forced its way inside, 
past her teeth, just as his rampant charger was forcing its way into those 
nether lips and urging its way through the tiny stricture in her untorn 
hymen. 

She was conscious of his kiss for just a moment and then every thought and 
sensitivity in her body seemed to rush down to the current disaster zone of 
her tortured cunt. The head of his huge cock was well within her now and she 
could feel it pounding against her stretched but still intact hymen like 
some mammoth, red hot, battering ram beating at the gates of her virginity 
in an incessant demand for admission. She was moaning now and mumbling 
incoherently and then her lips, still close to his, emitted a sharp little 
scream as, with one final brutal lunge, he splintered the bastions of her 
maidenhead and crammed his way into the tight passageway beyond. 

The jealous audience moved in even closer to watch that huge rod of flesh 
batter past her fallen maidenhead and stretch at the tender membranes 
beyond. A series of little sobbing screams, like those of a wounded animal 
escaped her lips as he continued to lunge inch by inch further into her most 
secret places. She felt little streams of warm blood running down between 
her widespread thighs and the fresh new towel began to get quite sticky 
beneath her open buttocks. Suddenly, even the last defenses of her 
constricted inner muscles capitulated under the overwhelming force of his 
attack and he plunged full depth into the very thimble of the throbbing, 
stretched and torn cavernous tunnel of her now mature womanhood. 

Exhausted from the efforts of gaining the first total entry into the cave of 
her sex, he rested briefly while her vaginal juices started to flow and mix 
with her maiden blood to provide the much-needed lubrication for the 
pistoning strokes that his huge horsecock now began to take in and out of 
her fiery raw little cunt. Cathy's screams and evidences of the pain of the 
deflowering now became a series of soft moans of increasing pleasure as the 
hurt of the torturous forced entry began to give way to the sensuous 
delights of receiving a good, solid fucking. 

George could feel her virgin blood keep oozing out of the ripped gash and 
trickle down warm and sticky onto his hairy balls. He felt a thrill of 
accomplishment at the sensation. 

"Are you all right now?" he asked the moaning girl. "Do you want me to stop 
and just lay still in you for a while?" 

"I feel just fine now. It only hurt for a minute or so. Now it's beginning 
to feel better and better with every stroke. Don't you dare stop now. Not 
even for a moment. I've waited fifteen years to know the exquisite delight 
of feeling my pussy impaled on some gigantic lance of flesh and muscle. All 
I want you to do now is to fuck me and to keep on fucking me like I was a 
real woman, not just a little girl. Please, George, sock it to me the way 
you like it best. Screw me the way you would if I were your own age. I think 
I'm going to like getting fucked from now on." Her voice was like a hoarse 
whisper and the words came out in little breathless staccato phrases. 

The other girls were breathing heavily now, too. They had all held their 
breath from the time he crammed the mauve head of his huge cock into the 
lips of her pussy until he had worked his way balls-deep into the very base 
of her vaginal canal. Now they were almost gasping for breath as though they 
had been under water too long. 

George continued the long, slow strokes of his proud prick in and out of the 
happily distended cunt as Cathy began to respond to his movements and thrust 
her cunt upward and outward from the edge of the chair to meet his every 
final penetration. Her eyes were closed and her every concentration was in 
the newly opened shaft of her final womanhood. His hard hot prick was the 
most beautiful thing she had ever felt. Just as she would tell herself that 
it was so wonderful it could not possibly get any better-it did. The 
agonizing ecstasy of her initiation into the society of adult womanhood 
swept over her in wave after wave of pleasure and pride. She prayed that she 
might miraculously conjure up the power to stop the clocks and the calendars 
and make this all-too-brief interlude of heavenly bliss last for all 
eternity. As though her body felt called upon to convince her mind that the 
lovely thought was a physical impossibility, she became suddenly aware that 
somewhere deep in her very womb a skyrocket had been ignited by the heat and 
friction of his huge cock. Now it roared upwards through her very insides to 
burst into a million colored lights behind her closed eyes. She let out a 
long moan of deepest pleasure at the sheer ecstatic beauty of her first 
coming to a real live cock in her cunt. The shuddering spasm of her first 
intercourse-induced orgasm raced through her lovely young body from toenails 
to scalp and left her drenched in the sweet sweat of sexual satisfaction. 

The sight of her mammoth climax proved more than Sally could endure and her 
hand dropped to her own hairy gash and she began to massage her swollen clit 
vigorously. Margo resisted the temptation to do likewise even though her 
crotch had never felt hotter and stickier than at this moment. 

George's tempo gradually increased as he began to charge her inflamed cunt 
like a young ram. It has often been said that a man is only as old as he 
feels. Surely, no experience can make a middle-aged man feel and act like a 
youth again more quickly or more completely than that of smashing the cherry 
of a beautiful young maiden. He forced one hand beneath her buttocks and his 
middle finger sought her tight little asshole and worked its way inside 
until it was as fully embedded in her rear as his cock was in her cunt. This 
forced her to press that hot little cunt up even tighter to him until their 
damp, matted pubic hairs became entangled. If he had been any closer to her 
he would have been behind her. Even though Cathy had thought that she was 
fully spent from that massive original orgasm which his wonderful big hot 
prick had triggered, she saw the colored lights burst in her head again and 
her ears heard the deafening roar of thunder as the lightning flashed back 
and forth through her feverish brain. She let out a long moan of supreme 
pleasure as she felt him gushing forth into the deepest reaches of her womb 
and flood her entire insides with the hot heavy juices of his balls. 

"Oh, my God, I could actually feel your hot juice shooting out into my cunt. 
I never dreamed you could really feel a man cuming inside of you that way. 
It was sheer heaven. Please, don't take it out yet. Just hold it way inside 
me and let me feel you with my cunt," she begged breathlessly. 

"I'll hold it in you as long as I can," George promised as he bent down to 
flick his tongue across her nipples which stood erect as two thimbles now. 
She shuddered at the contact. The little erogenous zones of her aureoles had 
always been highly sensitive but never more so than at this moment. It was a 
wildly thrilling new sensation to feel a tongue on her nipples and a cock in 
her cunt at the same time. 

Cathy could feel the little circular purse string muscles that -lined the 
inner walls of her vaginal canal hugging and squeezing George's rapidly 
softening prick in little gestures of love and appreciation for the 
delightful internal massage it had given them. 

The girls of the audience were still speechless. Betty, who had been the 
female star of the performance held the night before, had never watched 
another girl getting fucked before. She had been close to cuming herself 
just from the excitement of being a voyeur at the total destruction of her 
close girl friend's virginity. When she had first agreed to introduce the 
girls to George and ask him to service their sexual needs, she had feared 
that she might feel deep pangs of jealousy at seeing her man make love to 
another girl. Instead, she had found the experience to be erotically 
stimulating. She had related to him, as well as to Cathy, and had enjoyed 
the sight of sex almost as much as she enjoyed the feel and taste of it. She 
looked at Sally and Margo. Their bodies had taken on the pink glow of a 
flush of passion at the exhibition they had just witnessed. Perhaps, in some 
ways, they had found it even more thrilling to behold since it was a live 
preview of what lay in store for them the next two nights. Even now that the 
main action was over they couldn't take their eyes off of the two pubic 
bones that seemed to have grown together. They were delightfully 
apprehensive of what it would be like to feel that huge hot meat of his 
crammed into their own tight virgin pussies. In their fantasizing, each of 
them had imagined herself to be the fortunate victim of tonight's 
deflowering ceremony. Sally had strengthened the illusion by fingering her 
inflamed clitoris to climax twice while she watched. Margo had resisted the 
temptation, after a brief trial at it, preferring to wait for the real 
thing. She hoped that she wouldn't have to wait until the last. 

In spite of Cathy's desperate efforts to keep his beloved cock hard and 
locked in her snatch, George shrunk rapidly until it slipped from the warm 
moist confines of her juicy crotch. She sighed at the loss of the welcome 
intruder which had taken her on such a wondrous maiden voyage on the seas of 
sex. George slipped his finger from her rear as his limp warrior retreated 
from her pussy. 

The girls rushed over now and hugged and kissed Cathy whose body glistened 
like polished ivory in a bath of perspiration. The massive triangle of soft 
blonde cunt hair was pasted flat to her belly. Now the girls wanted to see 
her torn hymen. She remained perfectly still, thighs widespread and gash 
gaping, still distended from the stretching his huge cock had given it. 
Heavy pink juices oozed from the open trench like melted strawberry ice 
cream as her maiden blood mixed with the copious cum he had injected into 
her depths. Little rivulets of blood had dried on her lower loins and matted 
and crusted in the blonde hairs at the base of her crimson slit. George was 
the last to take the flashlight and examine the havoc he had wrought upon 
her tender sex center. Finally, when she had let them each examine her 
bloody quim thoroughly and had regained strength enough to move, she held 
the bloodstained and cream-coated towel to her crotch like a diaper and made 
her way to the bathroom. 

"Save the towel and don't wash it. Bring it back with you," George called 
after her. 

Now the girls relived the experience in conversation while Cathy who had 
been so happy to be properly violated at last made the necessary repairs in 
the privacy of the bathroom. When she rejoined them some ten minutes later, 
everyone agreed that she had never been more radiantly beautiful. A woman 
reaches the very epitome of her radiant loveliness when she has just been 
sexually satisfied by a capable and knowledgeable lover. 

The intimate little group felt even closer to one another after 
participating together in the ceremony of Cathy's sacrifice upon the altar 
of sex-love. They chatted happily and congratulated the two principals on 
their superb performances. Sally and Margo seemed even more elated than 
Cathy. She had already had her moment in the spotlight. They still lived in 
breathless anticipation of their own premiere performances. 

Later in the evening, Cathy walked over to where George was sitting. She 
crouched cross-legged like a tailor at his feet and ran her cool fingers up 
and down the limp prick and over the drained balls. Soon, the dead soldier 
began to twitch and expand. Encouraged by the feeble signs of life, the 
young girl lowered her blonde head to his crotch and swept his balls into 
her mouth. Her tongue and lips did wondrous things to the orally imprisoned 
sex sacs and soon he was erecting nicely. After a few minutes she eased his 
balls from her lips and swooped down on his now-semierect cock like a 
pelican diving on some particularly tasty fish. Her cheeks pumped in and out 
like a bellows while her soft lips traversed up and down the rapidly 
lengthening shaft. Her tongue covered him with little butterfly flicks in a 
barber-pole pattern. She would pull all the way off of it and blow her 
breath playfully at the glistening knob and then flick it about with her 
tongue and then trail her tongue up and down the tightening urethral tube 
along its base several times before swooping it back into her mouth and 
sucking and gulping his meat down. It was amazing how she encased that 
mammoth member in what appeared to be a tiny cupid's bow mouth. For his 
part, George responded in just the manner that she had in mind. Soon his sex 
stood proudly like a giant redwood towering above the dense underbrush of 
pubic hairs. Cathy pulled off of the throbbing hot fleshrod now and moved 
back to admire her handiwork. 

"Behold the Phoenix has arisen again from the ashes of death!" she 
proclaimed proudly. 

She got her feet now and faced him with her hands on her hips. The huge bush 
of blonde hair was just inches from his face. 

"You've only done half of your job, Mister Ross," she announced in mock 
anger. "You promised to deflower me and yet there is one place I am still a 
virgin. If there is anything I can't stand it's a man who leaves a job half 
undone!" 

As if to emphasize her point, she turned her back to him and bent way over, 
spreading the cheeks of her ass with both hands. That huge expanse of blonde 
cunt hair didn't end at the base of her crotch but continued up the rear 
crevice of her buttocks. The little beauty had as much hair around her 
asshole as most girls have around their cunts! The tight tan orifice stared 
and winked at George like a brown-eyed Cyclops. The clear fluid began to 
ooze from the slit of his glans at the charming sight. 

Standing erect again she turned around and offered him her hands to help him 
up. Then she knelt on the edge of the chair upon which he had taken her 
cherry and braced her shoulders against the back as she bade him to enter 
her virgin rectum. 

"Fuck me up the ass, George. It's the only variety of sex I haven't tasted 
of as yet." 

No gentleman would think of denying a lady her heartfelt desires and George 
Ross was, above all, a gentleman. He moved in between her knees and held the 
glistening purplish spongy head of his rock hard cock against the very 
center of the little tan doughnut. He lunged at the tiny anal stricture 
several times as they grunted in unison but to no avail. Their audience had 
moved in to get a close-up look at the new action. As hard as he was and as 
cooperative as she was they couldn't seem to effect a penetration. It was as 
though he were trying to force a half dollar into the dime slot of a pay 
telephone. 

Betty slipped unnoticed from the room and returned with the bottle of baby 
oil from little Jimmy's room. While George spread Cathy's cheeks, Betty 
applied a large quantity of the clear mineral oil to the edges of Cathy's 
rectum and then worked some of it up inside with her fingers. Then she 
poured more oil in her hand and coated the length of George's turgid 
trembling prick with the same lubricant. While George held the buttocks 
widespread and Cathy reached back between her legs to grasp his balls and 
pull him toward her, Betty grasped the hot shaft of his cock and directed 
the well-oiled glans at the bull's-eye of its target for the evening. 

Cathy let out a little shriek of mixed pleasure and pain as the huge helmet 
of his rampant warrior buried itself in her tight rear sex tunnel. George 
waited for a few moments until the involuntary muscles of her anal canal 
relaxed and dilated and then he lunged forward again burying another inch in 
the hot tight hole. Again he waited while the rings of rear muscles felt and 
examined the strange intruder into their private domain. Again he plunged 
forward and slipped in another inch or more. The audience seemed to have 
stopped breathing and all that could be heard was the labored breathing of 
the two performers in the little sex circus. 

Cathy began to wiggle her buttocks and thrust them back to him. She had 
relaxed now and was anxious to have it all the way up her ass. George was 
quick to accommodate her with a vicious thrust that forced a loud gasp from 
her lips. Nobody snickered or made the least comment. George held her fully 
impaled from the back on his hot ramrod. She still had a grip on his 
dangling balls and pulled these forward to massage. her swollen clit. 
Slowly, at first, he began taking short tentative strokes in and out of her 
rosy rectum. Its edges had split slightly in the brave effort to accommodate 
his mammoth member and now little trickles of blood ran down into her open 
cunt as though a posterior hymen had been torn away. 

"Don't just tease me, George. Fuck my asshole. Cornhole me good and proper 
and see if you can make the colored lights flash from this approach. God, my 
cunt can feel your gorgeous prick through that thin wall that separates fore 
from aft. Bugger me good, lover man!" she begged in hoarse tones. 

George took her at her word, He pulled all the way out to where just the 
glans remained in her stretched rectum and then he lunged back to hide all 
of his meat inside her rear. He looked down and watched the hard shaft saw 
in and out as fascinated by the sight as the three girls who stared in 
disbelief. Margo was so moved that she let wind as he plugged her friend's 
asshole with one particularly strong thrust. 

Cathy was humping back at him with all her might now. She wasn't conscious 
of the onlookers or of anything save that huge hot sausage that stuffed her 
intestines. She began moaning and making those little wordless animal sounds 
now as she ass fucked him with every ounce of her newfound sexual energy. 
They were lunging together and tearing apart viciously now, their breath 
coming in loud snarls like two wild beasts in the jungle, unmindful of 
anything save the thrilling eroticism of their unnatural sex union. 

It was obvious to the other girls that this crazy symphony of sodomy was 
rapidly building to a crashing crescendo. Sally, in a feeble attempt to know 
what her friend was experiencing, had reached behind her and was sawing her 
middle finger in and out of her own asshole. 

"Oh, my God, George! Yes, yes, yes. Fuck my ass harder and faster. You're 
doing it. I'm hanging right on the precipice. You've got to push me over 
That's it. Just like that. Ahhhhhhh! I'm cuming! I didn't believe Betty, but 
it's true. My cunt is actually cuming to your prick up my ass. Here it is!" 
she moaned as she was swept away on a tidal wave of orgasmic relief. 

George felt the bear hug of her rear as the anal muscles locked him in a 
death grip. So strong was their clutch that he was powerless to move in or 
out of her soft sweet ass. He wondered if the girls might have to turn the 
hose on them like one does with dogs locked in heat. Her rectum pumped at 
his embedded cock while her fingers squeezed his dangling balls urging them 
to give up their treasure trove of liquid pearls in an attempt to quell the 
inferno that raged in her entrails. The dual urging was finally rewarded and 
George almost collapsed atop her back as he let blast with an explosive 
charge of molten manhood as the hot jism flushed through her lower 
intestines to culminate the efforts of this torrid sex enema. The lovely 
young blonde squirmed and squealed in delight as her older lover thoroughly 
back flushed her rear radiator. When the flooding had subsided, the 
exhausted George felt the need to sit down. He pulled his semierect spent 
cock from her asshole. It made a loud plopping noise like a cork being 
yanked from a champagne bottle. The weird little sound broke the tensions 
that had accompanied the performance and everyone laughed good-naturedly and 
the girls rushed to Cathy full of congratulations and highly personal 
questions. 

George could hardly believe it when he looked at the clock. Five hours had 
passed as easily as five minutes. It was after eleven o'clock. The last 
thing he wanted was to arouse the suspicions of the girls' parents to where 
they couldn't get out again the next two nights and, hopefully, every night 
for as long as his family was away. 

The girls dressed hurriedly and all left together as soon as Betty had made 
a final check on little Jimmy. Five minutes later, George was again alone in 
the house enriched by the vivid recollections of a most-memorable 
experience. He hurried to the bathroom and fetched the little white towel 
with the six-inch round stain of her virgin blood. Taking it to his room he 
stretched it out carefully on the dresser to dry. From his coat pocket he 
removed the last of his special purchases today-a felt-tipped marking pen. 
On the clean white border of the towel he carefully lettered the name 
"Cathy" and the legend, "Age 15" and the date. He wished that he would have 
had a towel for Betty that happy first night with her but he had saved the 
bloodstained handkerchief. He extracted that from the back of the bottom 
dresser drawer and marked it with her name, age and the date of her 
deflowering. He hoped that this would be the start of a highly personal 
collection of sex souvenirs. One final touch occurred to him. The following 
night he would cut off a hank of their cunt hairs and Scotch tape them to 
the towels. Next he carefully folded the other two clean new towels that 
were intended for Sally and Margo and placed them in the drawer. 

"Two down. Two to go," he mumbled happily. 

Catching his reflection in the mirror, he looked himself in the eyes as he 
proudly proclaimed, "George Ross, you're a dirty old man!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next morning, George awakened in high spirits. He felt like a young 
bridegroom on his wedding day. That night another redskin would bite the 
dust-or, in this case, the towel. He wondered vaguely which of the remaining 
virgins would draw the high card tonight. It really didn't matter. They were 
both damned pretty girls. Sally had bigger tits but she also had quite a 
round little tummy that might get in his way. Oh well, he would enter that 
tunnel when he came to it. He hummed and whistled happily as he showered and 
shaved. He felt like a sheik in a Turkish harem having a new virgin offered 
up to him each night. He was secretly proud of his performance the night 
before. It was surprising that a man of his age still possessed such sexual 
stamina. Absently, he wondered how long he could keep up an active 
membership in this virgin-of-the-day club. 

Betty came over a little after eight and got Jimmy up and gave him his bath 
and breakfast and took him out to play. George wondered if she might feel 
sexually neglected and expect him to give her a little action. Maybe she was 
beginning to regret her generosity to her close friends. In any event, there 
wasn't much he could do about it. He had to save his strength for the 
evening. Perhaps, just to be on the safe side, he had better leave a note 
for her and get out of the house for the day. In that way, he wouldn't be 
tempted to spread himself too thin in the sex department. 

He went down to the Barrel Inn and shot a few games of pool with some of his 
buddies. He drank nothing but plain tomato juice. The bartender referred to 
them as "Virgin Marys." He was tempted to celebrate with a few bourbons or, 
at least, beers but knew that a long drinking session would only lessen his 
sexual capabilities. When his friends urged him to have a real drink he made 
some vague references to an upset stomach. The hours dragged by at a snail's 
pace. It was almost as though someone had magnetized his watch. When lunch 
time finally arrived he went to a cheap oyster bar he had heard of and 
treated himself to a dozen raw oysters. At two o'clock he bought a ticket 
and entered an X-rated double-feature movie. It was sexually explicit, all 
right. There were so many "cum shots" that the manager probably had to mop 
up the first two rows of seats after every performance. The whores of both 
sexes who had done their thing for the camera projected from the screen like 
rank amateurs by his newly established standards. When one of the actresses 
would go down on a guy's cock she would let the cum run out of her mouth to 
prove that the scene was for real and not faked. In the screwing episodes 
the guy would always pull out of the girl's twat at the crucial moment so 
that the audience got the questionable benefit of watching the guys cock 
twitch and shoot its load of jism all over the girl's stomach or buttocks. 
In one oral sequence the woman pulled off of the guy's cock just in time so 
that he shot his load full into her face. Obviously, the producer thought 
that cock cream either ingested or injected into one of the broads in the 
cast was simply a cum wasted. Once in a while George would look around and 
observe the reaction of the audience. Some of the woman-hungry guys his age 
were jacking-off as they watched the action on screen. A month or so before 
he might have been moved to do the same thing. Thanks to Betty and her 
friends he could save his hard-on and look forward to active participation 
in all the sex acts depicted on the flickering screen. After an hour or so 
he got bored with the constant repetition of sex but forced himself to sit 
through the entire performance as the quickest way to kill time while 
waiting for his private harem to assemble and the one-man orgy to begin. 

Betty had already gotten Jimmy bedded down for the night when he got home. 
She was nervous and edgy and kept lighting cigarettes, taking three deep 
puffs on them and then grinding them out. He knew that she wanted a little 
sex. When she bent over to pick up a match she had dropped he ran his hand 
up the back of her skirt. She was wearing no panties. His continued 
enjoyment of her friends' bodies relied on his keeping her happy. Well, 
there was one way he could safely do that. He led her over and sat her down 
on the edge of Fred's desk and dropped to his knees in front of her as he 
shoved up her skirt and addressed himself to her hairy little box. She 
understood his purpose and seemed pleased to settle for having him eat out 
her cunt in order to relieve her sexual frustrations without depleting his 
own seminal reserves. She ran her fingers through his hair as he buried his 
face in her bush and licked and slurped at the juicy gash while she squirmed 
and cooed happily. Suddenly, she started to giggle. Looking up he saw that 
she still had the cigarette in her mouth. She reached behind her for an 
ashtray as she grinned down at him, "I hope it won't bother you if I smoke 
while you're eating." 

Again he was impressed with the difference in taste and smell between her 
and the hairy blonde, Cathy. He loved the heady flavor of her cunt. Cathy 
the night before had been a light May wine. Betty was an aged Port. Her clit 
began to grow and soon the little head peeked out of its protective hood. He 
treated it to a thorough tongue massage before sucking it into his lips and 
kissing and nibbling on it as he shoved two fingers into her pussy and 
lifted her closer to his face. He felt the clutching at his embedded fingers 
as the muscular spasm of her orgasm came and went. He stayed on it until he 
was sure that she had enjoyed every final moment of the sweet experience. 
The taste of her cunt was strong on his lips as he removed his head from 
beneath her skirts and got to his feet. She threw her arms around him and 
kissed him deeply. He had almost forgotten how she enjoyed tasting her pussy 
on his lips. 

Betty seemed quite calm and content after his oral attentions to her furry 
slit. She smoothed her skirts and emptied the ashtrays while waiting for her 
friends to arrive. She wasn't half as anxious to see them as George was. 
They were late tonight and for a while he was afraid that perhaps they 
weren't coming at all. It was nearly seven o'clock when the doorbell rang 
and the three sexy schoolgirls came in together, explaining that Sally had 
encountered a little difficulty getting out since an aunt had arrived 
unexpectedly from out of town. She had finally broken away. 

Once more George marveled at the instant transformation from clothed little 
girls to unclothed women. Since they were getting off to a late start, none 
of them had any patience with preliminaries. Betty and Cathy already knew 
that their roles tonight would be those of inactive voyeurs. Betty produced 
the cards for George to shuffle and placed them face down on the table. 
Margo made a shallow cut from the top of the deck and left her pile face 
down in front of her. Sally took a thicker stack from the remainder of the 
deck. The two girls turned them up at the same time. Margo had drawn the 
eight of spades, and Sally, the five of clubs. It was to be Margo's night of 
nights. 

George had assembled all of the equipment for the occasion. First he had the 
naked nymph lay back of the desk where he had eaten Betty's snatch earlier. 
He directed her to spread her legs wide and grasp them behind the knees and 
hold them high and wide apart while they examined her hymen in the first 
step of the before-and-after view of it. To encourage her he gave her a 
little kiss on the clit and she squealed in delight and opened even wider to 
give them all a full view of her inner sex. George held the little pocket 
flashlight to the mouth of her pink cavern. He pointed out to the others 
that Margo's hymen was different from Cathy's in that it was what is known 
as a septet hymen. There was the same hole, about the size of his pinkie in 
the center of the delicate pink natural diaphragm except that there was a 
thin cord of membrane across the center dividing it into two separate 
semi-circular orifices. This cord would have to be broken before the 
already-swollen knob of his cock could cram its way into the small hole 
stretching it until it ripped to allow him full entry. The girls seemed 
fascinated by the slight anatomical difference. 

He wanted to spread the souvenir towel on the rug but the girls suggested 
that since they had such a fine view with her laying back on the desk this 
way that it serve as the sacrificial altar for the night. Betty brought in 
two padded back chairs from the dining table and put these several feet 
apart and hung the backs of Margo's knees over the backs of them while 
George took his position between them. Margo was spread open and raised up 
as though she were in the stirrups of an obstetrician's examining table. 
George reached up and kneaded her firm young breasts with his hands and 
pinched at the nipples until they got firm and stood erect like twin pencil 
erasers in the center of the half-dollar-size beige aureoles that became 
covered with little bumps of gooseflesh. While he massaged her boobs he 
allowed the spongy head of his big cock to graze lightly against the little 
patch of soft brown pubic hairs and the slightly puffy lips of her vagina. 
He began to run his hands over her body lower and lower until he was 
caressing the pubic mound and she became so inflamed that she reached-out 
and grabbed his stiff staff and stroked it admiringly and hefted his large 
balls in her hands. Falling to his knees as he had earlier before Betty, he 
began to lick and tongue-tickle her rosy beige slit with the brown fur 
collar. He dug his tongue deep into her until he could lick the very little 
hymen that he would soon destroy. She began to get very juicy indeed and by 
the time he sucked her clitoris until she reached a climax from his oral 
attentions her cunt was nice and creamy which would make the initial entry 
into her tight sex thimble easier. When he got up they all noticed that the 
glans of his throbbing burning staff was heavily coated with its own clear 
pre-coital lubricating fluids as though it realized what lay ahead of it and 
was anxious to grease the ways to make for a smooth christening and launch 
into womanhood. The same breathless hush fell over the little group as 
though some circus performer was about to go into his death-defying act. 

Little Margo bit her lip and began to shiver as though she were having a 
chill. As anxious as she was to go through the erotic initiation into adult 
sex, she was still a frightened young girl. George rubbed the slippery head 
of his roaring hard-on up and down the girl's sex slit trying to arouse and 
calm her at the same time. Her trembling only increased. He began to feel 
afraid. Perhaps his huge cock would prove to be more than the child could 
handle. Suppose he tore her open or did some internal damage to her. She 
might run to her parents and he would be unmasked as a dirty male pedophile 
and charged with carnal abuse or perhaps even statutory rape. He was a fool 
to take such a chance. He could safely enjoy all the sex he could handle 
just with Betty and perhaps Cathy. He moved back breaking all contact with 
her sex. 

"I don't think our little friend Margo wants to go through with it. Perhaps 
she isn't ready to become a woman yet," he told the others. 

There was a groan of disappointment from the other girls until Margo 
clutched at his huge cock and screamed hysterically, "I am, too, ready and I 
do want to go through with it. I know that it will hurt like crazy for a 
little while before it begins to feel good but the other kids say it is 
worth it. It's just that I've always been afraid of pain. Please, you 
mustn't stop now. If you do I may never get up my nerve to try it again. 
Please, George. You've got to put that big thing in my little hole, even if 
it kills me. I've got to have it. Just, please, go ahead and do it. The 
longer you wait the more frightened I become. Come on and fuck me like you 
promised to. If Betty and Cathy lived through it, I'm sure I will, too. 
Please, don't stop now. I'll never tell anybody no matter how badly you hurt 
me. Can't you understand, I've got to have it and yet I can't help being 
afraid? Please. Cram your big cock in my little cunt until you smash my 
cherry and ram it all the way in and make a woman of me. Now!" 

George looked around at the other girls and they all nodded silently and 
murmured little words of comfort and encouragement to the frightened 
youngster. Now the die was cast. No matter what the outcome, George knew 
that he couldn't stop now. His cock was throbbing so for that virgin pussy 
that he threw caution and pangs of conscience to the wind and moved in for 
the kill. 

"Let me know if it hurts you too bad and I'll try to stop if I can," he told 
the child as he guided the swollen sticky head between the inner vaginal 
lips and gently eased it inside the mouth of her tiny immature sex hole. 
Cathy and Betty held her legs firmly apart over the backs of the chairs and 
George pressed firmly forward until he encountered the hymen. The thin cord 
of her separated hymen worked into the slit of his glans as if to indicate 
that he was dead on target. Her cunt began to tremble violently as fear took 
over the involuntary control of her internal muscles. 

"Hang on tight, Margo. I'll be as gentle as I can but sometimes it takes a 
lot of force to do the job," he told her soothingly as he increased the 
forward pressure into the tight little hole in the center of her inner 
diaphragm. 

Margo bit down on her wrist as if to stifle the scream that she knew would 
come when he tore into her. George gripped her hip bones securely and pulled 
her toward him over the edge of the desk as he lunged forward into her. Her 
muffled scream startled them all but he felt the cord stretch and break and 
the glans of his cock crammed into the tiny stricture and was trapped as it 
snapped tight around his corona and held him in a bear-trap grip. He 
couldn't pull out now if he wanted to. The only way out was by going further 
and further in, stretching the tight little stricture until it ripped and 
made room for more comfortable entry. At the moment he felt like the little 
mouse who was too intent on getting his head out of the trap to care whether 
he got any cheese or not. He pulled back as much as he could, thinking to 
stretch it in both directions. Now he rammed forward again feeling the tight 
ring slip a little further back on his shaft. What if he got all the way in 
and the tough little diaphragm still didn't tear? He would be trapped in 
there and they would have to be cut apart. No, that was silly. If such a 
thing did happen he would have the girls play with his balls and suck them 
until he came inside of Margo. Then his cock would shrink and he could pull 
it out of the tender trap in which he was now caught. The girl was sobbing 
steadily now as he crammed it into her a fraction of an inch at a time. The 
going was rough. He felt like he was trying to shove a size-twelve foot into 
a size-four boot. He could no longer even attempt to be gentle. He lunged 
into her, viciously feeling the tight annular constriction forced back 
further and further towards the base of his prick. He was sweating like a 
pig from the supreme effort. Sally moped his brow with a handkerchief. It 
was like those scenes in the surgery movies. With one final violent lunge 
forward he felt the hymen tear and the force of his thrust plus the removal 
of the obstruction buried him in the young girl's cunt clear to the hilt. It 
also made the maiden blood squirt out all over his balls. He remained still 
now, fully buried in her virgin tunnel of love, conscious of the blood 
oozing out of the mouth of her torn vagina. Her sobbing had stopped now and 
he looked down at the child, fearful that she had fainted. She was staring 
bug-eyed up at him and a faint smile crossed her lips and she wrinkled up 
her nose as she looked up into his sweating face. 

Almost as if that pixie expression had triggered it, suddenly a miraculous 
thing happened. All of the tightly constricted muscles and sidewalk of her 
little cunt relaxed and dilated to twice or more their original size as 
though they had been inflated with a bicycle pump until that virgin sex 
tunnel accommodated his huge dong as comfortably as though she had been 
taking it inside of her for years. 

"It's all the way inside me now, isn't it. I mean, I've taken it all in. 
There isn't any more to go. I could take it all after all. And you know 
something? It doesn't hurt a bit now. It feels quite comfortable. I'm sorry 
I was such a baby about it. It really did hurt like hell at first but it 
doesn't anymore. The girls were right. It only hurts for a little while. Now 
make it feel good. Fuck me and make my cunt cum to your beautiful big prick. 
I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a woman now and I want to be fucked by a 
real man like you. Come on, George, fuck me good and proper," she was 
smiling broadly now, not only at George but also at the other girls who 
smiled back reassuringly. 

George stroked in and out of her easily now, taking long slow trips almost 
all the way out and then all the way back in. He moved forward and upward 
some so as to rub firmly against her clit with every inch of every stroke. 

"Oh, that's wonderful. That's heavenly. I never dreamed that it would feel 
this good. I've never felt such a yummy sensation in all my life. Don't stop 
now. Not yet. Fuck me and make me cum time and time again and then soothe my 
burning torn little snatch with the sweet ointment of your balls and rub it 
in with the lovely applicator of your prick. Oh, I love it. Get it even 
deeper inside of me if you can." 

George quickened and strengthened his pace now and rammed in and out of her 
like a pile driver as she moaned in ecstasy until at last she let out a 
little gasp. 

"Oh, God, it's happening. It's finally happening. I'm going to cum to a real 
prick in my pussy. Oh, George, you dear precious man. I'm so glad I saved it 
for you. Fuck me deeper, George. Fuck me all the way down inside my creamy 
cooze and let me flood your dear cock with my virgin deep cunt cum. Now, 
baby ... oh yes ... nowwwwww! Can you feel it? Can you feel my cunt cuming 
all over your big wonderful cock?" 

Her inner rings of vaginal muscles clutched and squeezed at him as she went 
through what must be the greatest climax of her young lifetime. When the 
lengthy spasm had passed she seemed to dilate even more and George was 
amazed at how such a tight little girl virgin vagina could transform itself 
so quickly into the huge womanly cunt he felt now. It was as though there 
was still room enough to get his balls in, too. 

He began to fuck her slowly and tenderly now sometimes pulling all the way 
out and tickling her vaginal lips as he worked just the head of it in and 
out of them and then massaged her swollen clit with the hot spongy glans 
before sinking it full length back into the newly cavernous sex tube of the 
newly arrived adult woman in front of him. He was pacing his strokes now to 
provide himself with the maximum pleasure and soon he forced through the 
soft moist vaginal lips on what he knew would be a last plunge into her 
depths. As the head of his burning staff rubbed against her delicate uterus 
he gushed forth his white offering into the very depths of her sex. God, but 
she had a soft, tender cunt. 

When Margo felt the welcome warm flood drenching her innermost sex parts, it 
triggered a second orgasm and she squeezed and milked his still-ejaculating 
cock until she had extracted every last drop of its precious fluids. 

"God, Cathy was right. There is nothing quite so wonderful as to feel a 
man's prick swell up and cum inside of your cunt. It made me cum again the 
moment I felt it. I'm glad I waited for a man instead of getting off to a 
bad start with some stupid boy. Oh, George, thank you. You have given me a 
wonderful introduction into the world of grown-up women. I'll never forget 
you." Her smile was flushed now and aimed at George but she shared it with 
the other girls who had served as a sort of bridesmaids of the nuptial 
couch. 

When George backed off and let his cock slip from her creamy cunt, he 
noticed that the puddle of red on the towel was fully twice the size that 
Cathy had deposited on hers. 

They helped her up from the desk then and unhooked her legs from over the 
chair backs. She clutched the towel close to her flowing stretched snatch 
and started for the bathroom. 

"Don't wash the towel or throw it away," George called after her. 

There were a few cans of beer left in the refrigerator and George 
distributed them now. Again the girls were in high spirits as their little 
club had initiated yet another member. 

When Margo returned from the bathroom George gave her a beer and excused 
himself. He found the towel piled in a heap next to the trash basket and 
carried it to his room and spread it out carefully on top of the dresser. 
The red spot was huge and streaked liberally with white, like a slice of 
some crazy cherry marble cake. It would make a prized addition to his 
collection. From the top drawer he removed three envelopes upon which he had 
already written separate names of the three girls. He also picked up a pair 
of scissors. 

Back in the den he announced, "Call me a silly sentimentalist if you like 
but I would like a little highly personal souvenir of each of you," he 
brandished the scissors and the envelopes as he spoke. 

The three girls giggled excitedly as he clipped a large clump of cunt hair 
from each of their bushes and allowed it to fall into the appropriate 
envelope. Sally's turn would come the following night. 

It had become their custom that each girl was entitled to two drainings of 
his balls as well as having their cunt lapped. Later that evening, George 
wondered if Margo, like Cathy, would want to be fucked up her virgin rump. 
When the time came Margo made her personal preferences known in no uncertain 
terms. 

"Now that I know what your beautiful prick feels like I'm anxious to find 
out what it tastes like. Unlike my friends here, I have never gone down on a 
guy so you may have to be patient with me and all of you help to teach me 
how to do it. I have a virgin mouth where sex is concerned and I don't want 
to be a virgin there anymore." 

Her announcement brought George to an almost-immediate erection. There is 
nothing quite so flattering to a man as having a beautiful, sexy young woman 
state that she has never sucked a cock before but that she wants to do it to 
him. 

What young Margo lacked by way of experience at the gentle art of giving 
head she more than made up for in sincere effort. First, she licked him all 
over as she had seen her friends do. Then, she managed to stretch her jaws 
enough that she could take the swollen head and a bite more into her mouth. 
George had hoped that her small mouth might suddenly distend as much as her 
tight snatch had but it never happened, as hard as she tried. She pressed 
down on it in diligent effort but her mouth was shallow and when the spongy 
glans ran into the back of her mouth she seemed unable to master the art of 
directing it down her throat even though the other girls made helpful 
suggestions as she kept trying. At length she had to struggle to get even 
half of it in her mouth and settled for gently stroking the base of his 
staff and massaging his balls with her hands while she sucked on the portion 
she could orally handle. 

As George watched the young girl trying so hard to learn to become a 
proficient cocksucker, he was struck with the realization that this was one 
area in which extremes were most attractive. A sincere amateurish effort was 
almost as erotically thrilling as a highly professional performance. The 
most disappointing and frustrating experiences came from those who committed 
the act as a sort off duty rather than pleasure, such as his dear late wife 
and from those who took a sort of half-hearted approach to the whole thing. 
As he watched the pretty little brunette whom he had recently deflowered, 
giving his throbbing prick the benefit of her very best efforts and striving 
to do ever more, he came to the conclusion that in order to be a really good 
cocksucker a girl has to really want to suck your cock. Expert technique and 
proficient performance are strictly secondary to the sincerity of her desire 
to please. There was surely no dearth of desire in this young Margo. 
Perhaps, as with any other art form, practice would make perfect. He 
determined that one night, when he could afford it, he would take the 
eager-to-learn young girl to see the movie, "Deep Throat." Perhaps she could 
learn much by watching a real expert gobble the huge monster. 

She tried so desperately to force more and more of his meat into her mouth 
that she began to gag and choke and the little swallowing gestures were 
stimulating, indeed. George was getting very close to pop his wad. Then, 
suddenly, she developed a severe case of the hiccups. Even then she didn't 
stop but the little muscular spasms of her oral cavity as she kept 
hiccupping were a wild new thrill. Never before had he had his cock sucked 
by a girl with the hiccups. 

Moments later he felt the eruption start deep in his balls. He grabbed her 
head and held it firmly down on his near-bursting prick for fear she might 
choke and try to pull off and ruin everything as he started to cum in her 
mouth. Then the dam burst and he was gushing out his heavy hot seminal 
discharge into her virgin lips. To his surprise she made no effort to pull 
away even though she nearly drowned by the heavy outpouring from his swollen 
glans. She sputtered and gagged and some of his frothy fluid came out of her 
nostrils and trickled from the corners of her mouth but she made a valiant 
effort to swallow all he had to offer. She stayed right on it until he was 
thoroughly ball-drained and had shrunk back to almost normal size. Now she 
managed to get it all in her mouth and kept her tongue working it over until 
he could stand it no longer and had to force her face off of his spent cock. 

Her eyes were watering and the juices still flowed from her nose and mouth 
but she kept gulping and swallowing even when she came off of it and she 
looked up and treated him with another of those proud little smiles of hers 
and wrinkled up her nose at him. 

"Why, it's delicious!" she exclaimed suddenly in great surprise, "It reminds 
me of the creamed kelp I had once in one of those health-food restaurants." 

He patted her tits reassuringly and then, before they got dressed and called 
it a night, they all wanted to get the "after" look at her newly opened sex 
passageway. Margo assumed her widespread position on the edge of the desk 
and they all peered in as the flashlight revealed the remnants of the torn 
hymen and the creamy interior of her now-adult cunt. 

Time had again run out on them and Betty went to check on Jimmy and then 
they all dressed and left quickly. 

George felt somehow older this evening than he had the night before as he 
made his way back to his room and inked in Margo's name, age and the date on 
the border of the towel with the huge red stain at its center. 

"Three down, one to go," he told himself proudly as he crawled into bed and 
fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

These sexy young broads might be the death of him yet but he couldn't think 
of a pleasanter way for a dirty old man to go. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Sally was the last member of George Ross' private parade of virgins. There 
was no need to cut cards on that evening. It was her-turn in the barrel. As 
with her predecessors the ceremony of her deflowering started with an 
internal inspection of her secret badge of virginity. She spread her thighs 
wide as George brought the little flashlight into place and peered into her 
crimson interior. He let out a long low whistle at what he saw. Lord knows, 
he had his work cut out for him. 

The little brunette with the huge orbs and the belly to match had a rare 
hymen, the toughest of all to break into. Unlike an annular or a separated 
hymen there was no pencil-size single hole in its center. Instead, the tough 
membrane that had stood guard over her virginity since birth was riddled 
with tiny little perforations like a tea strainer. There wasn't even a 
starter hole to gain initial entry. Often brides with this unusual physical 
guardian gate resisted the most violent attack upon their inner sex all 
throughout their wedding night while the rigid, rock-hard cocks of their 
virile young grooms bounced off the tough thick diaphragm like it was a sexy 
midnight trampoline. Many had to be taken to a gynecologist to have the 
unusually strong barrier to penile penetration surgically removed. George 
had read of many primitive societies in which the maidens were deflowered 
publicly by use of a phallic wooden rod or stone used ceremonially to split 
the hymen. Women in these cultures who had rare hymens often resisted even 
the battering-ram effect of the sticks or stones and were cast out from the 
tribe as being unfit for sexual purposes. Comparatively, the normal hymen 
was like a silk gauze and this rare form had the strength of awning canvas. 

George pointed cut the odd phenomenon to the girls, one of whom held her 
vanity mirror in place so that Sally herself could see the problem. To 
batter down such a strong barrier was a formidable task for even the most 
powerful young stud, let alone a man in his mid-forties. The problem seemed 
insurmountable under the circumstances but Sally was insistent that he at 
least give it a try. George dreaded the thought of being doomed to failure 
in front of his young female admirers. At the moment he wished that he were 
a trained and experienced surgeon rather than an aeronautical engineer. He 
knew too much about human anatomy and also stress analysis not to realize 
that the odds against his success were stacked against him. Sally insisted 
upon her opportunity to join her friends and peers in the society of women. 
Tearfully she begged George to at least give it the old college try. 

"Yeah," he muttered to himself, "do or die for dear old Stanford. Okay, you 
lecherous dirty old man, you lucked your way into this harem arrangement; 
now let's see you luck your way out of this predicament." 

To get the ordeal under way George went down and sucked her cunt with all of 
the voracity at his command. Not only did he want to get her well lubricated 
(although that was the excuse he gave her) but he also hoped to make her 
orgasm so many times that she would holler "Uncle" before demanding actual 
intercourse. No such luck befell him. He sucked and licked and chewed on her 
gooey gash until his jaws ached and he was completely out of breath. Each 
successive orgasm seemed to only heighten her desire to feel his cock inside 
of her. Her cunt was filled to overflowing with sex juices but George 
realized that lubrication alone was not the answer. That would be fine if 
she were just tight. In the case at hand he was called upon to batter his 
way through a virtually impenetrable obstruction. 

Even his first attempts to gain even partial entry were thwarted. George 
himself had quite a little pot belly. When it came into contact with hers he 
couldn't even reach her. They looked, for all the world, like two marbles 
trying to fuck. In a final desperate effort he put her towel over the back 
of the couch and bent her over it as he approached his tender target from 
the rear in a dog-fashion form. At first he didn't seem to be hard enough 
and then they would try again. He had no difficulty working the head of his 
huge cock into her vaginal lips but then he encountered the strong 
obstruction which resisted his most ferocious efforts to break it down. He 
might as well have tried to blast his way through a concrete wall using his 
cock as a jackhammer. 

On a sudden inspiration, he began to move his hips around and batter at her 
from various angles, rather than a straight-on attack. Was it his 
imagination or was the tough little barrier beginning to stretch. He looked 
down and watched as his big hard cock sunk into the base of her open cunt. 
He wasn't imagining things. It was going in a little deeper with every 
stroke. He redoubled his efforts and moved about to batter at it from even 
more oblique angles. Each time he seemed to sink in an eighth of an inch 
more. The girls watched in breathless admiration as he rammed harder and 
deeper into her virgin cunt from this rear approach. 

Sally grunted and groaned and kept urging him onward. He was very close to 
the end of his strength when she let out a loud gasp of pain and he felt the 
tough little membrane barrier tear and the ferocity of his thrust carried 
him full depth into her virgin sex tube on the very first stroke. 

She bled profusely and George rested with her throbbing bleeding cunt fully 
impaled on his stiff prick while he caught his breath. Then he began to fuck 
her with long powerful strokes as she moaned and groaned and thrust her 
buttocks back to flatten against his belly as he kept sawing in and out of 
her new opened sex canal. She shook with one climax after another as he 
continued to give her a screwing that she wouldn't soon forget. There seemed 
to be no limit to young Sally's orgasmic capacities. Finally, George felt 
his own approaching and then, almost without warning, it burst upon him and 
he blasted jet after jet of his frothy white jism into the girl's burning 
cunt. When he withdrew he was dizzy from the physical and mental strain of 
leading her across the threshold of sexual maturity. The towel beneath her 
was drenched with blood. It would make another proud battle flag for his 
secret trophy room. Later, he trimmed the locks of her chestnut pubic hairs 
to go with it. 

His score was complete now. Four out of four. The episode had been the most 
time-consuming as well as energy-consuming of any of them. He was relieved 
when the girls prepared to leave before Sally could ask for a second round. 
They went through the usual ritual of the "after" examination of her torn 
hymen and within minutes they were dressed and gone. George was alone to 
inscribe Sally's name, age and the date on her stained towel and to tape the 
hairs to it. 

The next day the girls all had to return to school. The spring vacation was 
over. Except for Betty with her nightly baby-sitting, the others wouldn't be 
able to get out for a late evening again until the following Friday. 

As much as he would miss the variety, George would welcome the rest. The way 
he felt as he crawled into bed, even one nymphet might be more than he could 
handle for a while. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

No normal female likes to share her man with other women and Betty was 
really no exception. Although she had gotten a certain vicarious thrill out 
of watching George launch some of her girl friends into a life of sex, she 
was happy for the next five nights to have him all to herself again. She 
trotted over every day after school and stayed until eleven o'clock at 
night. Monday through Friday of this schedule allowed them to more than make 
up for lost time. By Friday night, they had done everything but tattoo each 
other. 

Saturday night Betty had arranged for the three other girls to join them in 
a real sexual Round Robin. Since George was pretty broke, the girls had 
chipped in to bring food and drink. It bore promise of developing into a 
gala evening, indeed. 

Sally and Margo arrived first bringing three large, well-chilled bottles of 
wine. Cathy arrived a short time later carrying a huge paper bucket of fried 
chicken. Betty had brought over a mysterious paper sack which she smuggled 
into the kitchen. It looked like they were preparing for an annual church 
picnic but it developed into a more interesting affair than any church 
picnic George had ever been to. 

Everyone stripped down and sat around the living room naked as Betty served 
glasses of wine and Cathy got ready to do her thing with the fried chicken. 

"All of the drumsticks are for George," she announced to the others. "It's 
all part of a little contest in which he will judge which girl can make the 
best sauce for fried chicken." 

As if to answer the question before they had a chance to ask it, Cathy 
selected a plump drumstick and blew on it until it was just proper eating 
temperature. Then she spread her thighs and worked the chicken leg in and 
out of her snatch like some crazy dildo. When it was well-coated with her 
pussy juice she removed it and passed it to George. 

"Try my sauce first," she announced. The other girls were delighted with the 
unique idea and anxious to get in on the contest. 

"Now, that's what I call 'finger lickin' good'!" George raved. "If we can 
figure out a way to franchise this we can put the old Colonel and his secret 
recipe of herbs and spices right out of business. Imagine a coast-to-coast 
chain of stands selling nothing but fried chicken that tastes like cunt. 
Every man in the country would eat there three times a day. Why, that could 
be the greatest thing since grass. We'd start the biggest fad diet in 
history. Later, we could expand our menu to include something for the women 
and the faggots. Did you ever watch a woman at an amusement park eating one 
of those hot dogs on a stick that has been dipped in corn meal and 
deep-fat-fried? What did it make you think of? Maybe we could start 
something like that and then develop a heavy white cream sauce to dip it in 
and come up with a sort of cocksickle on a stick. Your whole concept is 
fraught with possibilities," he grinned happily. These were fun girls and 
George felt like a teen-ager again himself when he was with them. 

Each girl took a turn at coating a drumstick with her own highly individual 
"sauce". Although the bouquet and flavor varied from one to the next, George 
was hard pressed to determine that any one was actually better than the 
rest. 

"I can only describe each and all as being superb," he announced 
diplomatically. 

Sally and Margo went to the kitchen and returned with an opened bottle of 
wine and four glasses with which they served the girls. 

"Where's my glass?" George asked, feeling left out of this part of the 
indoor picnic. 

There was a brief round of giggling and then Margo announced, "Since you're 
the King Farouk of our little group we felt it only appropriate that you 
should drink your wine from the Queen's goblet." 

"I don't see anything that looks like a Queen's goblet," George objected as 
he searched the room with his eyes. 

"You will, my boy, you will," Sally smiled as she laid down flat on her back 
in the middle of the floor and rolled back spreading her legs wide until 
they touched the floor a foot out from each side of her head. In this 
position her open gash was raised up until the opening was perfectly 
horizontal. Margo approached with the bottle of wine and opened her friend's 
pussy wide with her fingers and poured in the wine until it came up to the 
level of the spread lips. 

"Behold, the Queen's goblet-offered up for his Majesty's wining pleasure. 
Drink hearty!" 

George fell into the spirit of things immediately. He bent over the girl's 
open crotch and began to lick and lap and sip at the crimson chalice of her 
sex like a kitten at a bowl of milk. The others were greatly amused by the 
sight but none so much as Sally who broke into uncontrollable laughter as he 
carefully licked the very dregs of the wine from the even-sweeter container. 

"What's so damned funny?" Margo demanded. 

"You'll find out. Just wait till you feel how those bubbles tickle your 
uterus while George is licking the wine off your clit. Like wow!" 

Each of the girls happily took her turn at playing the Queen's goblet game. 

"Gee, this is real crazy," George commented, wiping wine from his chin and 
nose. "What a wonderful idea. Wine-flavored cunt!" 

"Yeah," Cathy commented thoughtfully, "interesting but not too commercial. I 
have a better idea. If we could get some smart vintner to develop a 
cunt-flavored wine we'd make a million." 

"I don't think George is playing quite fair with us, girls," Betty announced 
suddenly. "We're doing all the giving and he's just taking and not 
reciprocating. Why, he hasn't even come up with a sauce for the chicken, 
yet." 

"Yeah, that's right!" the others joined in excitedly. "C'mon George. We want 
to taste your cream sauce on fried chicken. Tell you what, girls. We all 
know that friend George has a fetish about big tits so let's find the 
largest breast in the barrel for him to cream." 

Eating all the pussy-coated chicken and then drinking wine from the hairy 
cunts had already given George a roaring hard-on so he was quite prepared 
for the next action. The nutty young nymphos seated him on the very edge of 
the center of the couch. Sally and Margo took their places on each side of 
him and Betty and Cathy seated themselves on the floor between his spread 
legs. Cathy held the large chicken breast in place while Sally and Margo 
tickled the head of his cock and stroked the shaft of it while Betty tickled 
and squeezed his balls. It was a fantastic new experience for old George to 
find himself being beautifully masturbated by three lovely young girls at 
once. They giggled and commented at the way his cock twitched and throbbed 
at the triple header it was receiving. It didn't take long before they saw 
the purplish head puff up and Cathy held the chicken breast directly in 
front of the gaping slit as he let go and ejaculated blast after blast of 
the frothy white sauce of his privately distilled ball brandy over the 
golden brown surface of the still-warm fried poultry. Using his cock as a 
spatula Betty rubbed the semen sauce smoothly over the surface of the breast 
of chicken. Then the girls passed it around until they had eaten it all. 

"Man, talk about Chicken Delight!" Betty exclaimed. "That has to be the 
greatest. Up till now I never really cared that much for chicken. Guess it's 
because I never had it served with the right sauce." 

"Can you imagine the furor this would cause if this were served as 'Chicken 
Surprise' at the Gay Liberation Ball when the boys are electing their Queen 
for a Day!" Cathy remarked. 

"Yeah, it makes any creamed white wine sauce I've ever had before taste like 
sour owl shit in comparison," Sally giggled. 

"It's the greatest, all right. George, do you think you could produce enough 
of that that we could can it commercially?" Margo asked. 

The wine and the general fun had them all in high spirits. After a while 
Sally and Margo got curious and tried the Queen's goblet action with each 
other. They must have thought it had merit because after a while they didn't 
even bother with the wine, anymore. The sight of the lesbian-type act 
brought George back to life again. 

It was nearly ten thirty when Cathy suddenly asked, "Hey, what's for 
dessert?" 

Betty hopped to her feet. "Gee, it's a good thing you asked. I had almost 
forgotten it." She trotted off to the kitchen, pleased with some inner 
secret she shared only with herself. 

Moments later she returned shaking a large spray can. 

"This is no damn time to spray your hair or apply underarm deodorant," Margo 
scolded. 

"Far from it. Girls, tonight you brought the chicken and the wine. I want to 
announce that the dessert is on George." Betty looked at the astonished man 
as she spoke. 

As Betty led poor dumbfounded George to the cocktail table, she signaled 
Cathy to clear it off and then directed him to lie down on it while the 
girls knelt around him. Now she produced the spray can which turned out to 
be Redi-Whip. Pressing the nozzle she coated his cock and balls with a heavy 
layer of the pressurized whipped cream. The cool aerated liquid tickled and 
George's hidden pecker twitched beneath the gob of white. Next, Betty 
produced a large cherry and planted it in the gooey mess. 

"For desert tonight we have a sex sundae. Now you can see what I meant when 
I said that the dessert was on George." The girls all laughed, anxious to 
get on with the game. 

"What's with the cherry?" Sally asked. 

"Just a little touch of turn-about. George got all of your cherries. Now one 
of you will get his." She buried the cherry out of sight in the whipped 
cream that rose above his twitching crotch. "All right, girls, dig into the 
dessert!" 

They leaned over the prone man and four anxious young tongues began licking 
at the whipped cream. Margo found the cherry much to the delight of her 
friends. They licked until the whipped cream was gone and then they licked 
at George. Some of them sucked on his parts, anxious to get the last of the 
sweet coating. Betty had to practically pull Sally off of him, physically, 
in order to spray on another layer. This time she lifted his balls and 
applied it beneath them and all over the hairs that surrounded his rigid 
cock. When he was well-coated they put aside the can and again proceeded to 
tongue off the soft, fluffy fluid. They started around his stomach and 
worked their way down to his balls. George could feel the sensational soft 
touch of the four tongues and periodically he could hear them swallowing the 
whipped cream as they would soon be swallowing his cream when he was 
thoroughly whipped by their tongues and lips. The effect of the erotic game 
was utterly galvanizing upon the dirty old man. By the time those tongues 
reached the base of his trembling prick he was in seventh heaven. 

Spiraling upward over his throbbing cock now like it was a barber pole, 
Betty and Cathy, one from each side, licked and sucked off every drop of the 
soft, sweet aerated whipped cream while Sally and Margo concentrated on 
licking it all from his quivering balls. The entire effect was superbly 
torturous. By the time Cathy's tongue got the last drop off of the weeping 
head of his swollen prick, George was about to scream. He grabbed her head 
and forced it down over the full length of his turgid cock while the other 
girls rolled back his legs and tongued and licked and sucked at his balls 
and asshole. Cathy's tongue kept working along the veins and nerve endings 
of his near-bursting sex as she traveled up and down the full length of it 
from tip to base. She was on her fourth deep gulp clear down to his balls 
which the others were still licking when he exploded like a Roman candle in 
her mouth. She kept licking and sucking on the long-tortured staff until the 
last fraction of a drop had trickled down her throat. All the while he was 
aiming in her mouth. She kept up a series of appreciative little moans and 
groans while her friends' tongues kept urging his balls to disgorge ever 
more of their ambrosia. When he could stand it no longer he forced her 
wanton mouth from his now-limp cock and shooed the others from his fully 
drained balls. Cathy smiled down at him as she swallowed deeply and admitted 
that his cum was even sweeter than the whipped cream. 

It seemed only fair that George reciprocate now. He -lined up the girls on 
the edge of the long couch and filled their fur-fringed trenches with the 
pressurized whipped cream. When he got through they looked like four banana 
splits in a row on an ice cream counter. 

Working from left to right he lapped the airy white cream from one pink 
trough after another and concentrated on the even-sweeter cream beneath it 
and on the little cherry-like tips of their pink-and-white clitorises until 
his tongue was nearly paralyzed by the time he brought the fourth member of 
his sexy quartet to final orgasm. 

When the girls dressed and left and George straightened up the house he knew 
that this night of nights was one that would stand out vividly in his memory 
if he lived to be a hundred. 

His life had certainly done a complete about-face since he had discovered 
the delights of pedophilia. A bevy of young beautiful girls like these could 
pump more life back into a dirty old man than all of the plasma and 
penicillin in the world. It was a wonder that the geriatrics specialists 
didn't prescribe this treatment more universally. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The next night and the three of the following weekend turned into more pages 
straight out of the Arabian Nights for George Ross. His newfound sex life 
made him suddenly feel twenty years old and ten feet tall. During the week, 
he had Betty every night. He dreaded the passage of the days until Alice and 
Fred came home and brought the whole dream to a rude awakening. Oh well, he 
had one more weekend to look forward to. By Thursday, that weekend seemed 
like it would never arrive. He was like a little boy waiting for Christmas. 
He got terribly bored hanging around the house watching the stupid daytime 
TV shows while Betty was in school. This day, while Jimmy was taking his 
two-hour afternoon nap, George decided to go down to the Barrel Inn and have 
a few drinks, shoot the shit and perhaps a few games of pool with the boys. 
At least that would make the time pass faster until Betty came to the house 
after school. 

George, of course, had no way of knowing it but while he was at the bar 
drinking and gabbing with the boys the phone at home rang incessantly. Not 
being there during the entire time, it rang every five minutes but he 
couldn't answer it. Missing that call was destined to change his life. When 
he returned a little after three in the afternoon, Jimmy was screaming in 
his bed. The constant jangling of the telephone bell had kept him awake and 
frightened since he realized that it meant that he was alone in the house. 
George thought that the youngster had just had a bad dream. Soon Betty 
arrived and bathed and played with him and he was quite calm by the time she 
fed him and bedded him down for the night. 

At eight o'clock a television show came on that Betty had to watch in 
connection with a school assignment. They were late finishing dinner and 
getting the dishes cleaned up and by the time they went into the den it was 
nearly eight. They had time to take off their clothes but not to do anything 
about it. 

Maybe it was the drinks that he had had that afternoon or perhaps some 
subconscious apprehension, but suddenly George found himself as horny as a 
stud farm stallion. The mere sight of Betty's nude body with the big lovely 
tits and the firm globes of her ass had given him a roaring hard-on that 
threatened to burst right through the taut skin of his cock. Betty was 
neither unaware of it nor uninterested in the sudden development. The sight 
of his huge horsecock in such a magnificent erection always made the blood 
pound in her head and in other places. It would be a criminal waste not to 
put that beauty to immediate use. Perhaps she could service it and still pay 
enough attention to the show to get by at school the next day. It was worth 
a try. 

On a sudden inspiration, Betty got down on her hands and knees on the carpet 
in front of the TV and signaled George to kneel behind her. In this way he 
could get at either entrance he chose, dog fashion, while they both watched 
television. In George's present condition, he needed no second invitation. 
Kneeling between her own knees, he guided the burning tip of his highly 
aroused prick into the creamy slit of her cunt. The show that she was 
watching bored him and he preferred to look down at his own action. He 
spread her buttocks wide in order to have an unobstructed view of his big 
hard cock burying itself in the juicy gash of her sex and then being exhumed 
only to bury itself again. It was like the grunions run and bury themselves 
in the sand over and over again. As he looked down, the little pucker in the 
center of the lovely cleavage winked up at him invitingly. What the hell, he 
could fuck her anytime. This was too good an opportunity to cornhole her to 
pass up. He wondered if that would distract her more than what he was doing 
now. 

"I've got a half a mind to pull it out of your cunt and shove it up your 
lovely hot ass," he told her. 

"Go ahead," she invited. 

His throbbing prick was well-coated now with her pussy juice and as he 
placed it on target it burrowed easily into the tight stricture of her soft 
warm asshole. 

"God, but you've got a marvelous asshole," he told her during the next 
commercial. "It's always like a virgin's tight little cunt. I love it." 

Betty loved it too because she began humping back wildly, bouncing his 
dangling balls between her open thighs as she met his every thrust into her 
rear. 

Between the distractions of the television and the wildly abandoned passion 
of their anal intercourse, neither of the naked lovers had heard the taxi 
arrive or the front door opening. There was no warning, to time or place to 
hide. Suddenly, the overhead lights were switched on and Fred strode into 
the room to discover his father-in-law buggering the nude baby-sitter. It 
all happened as quickly and unexpectedly as a bolt of summer lightning. 

Fred flew into an immediate tirade shouting and screaming obscenities and 
barely giving old George time enough to yank on his clothes before he 
grabbed him by the belt and the nape of the neck and threw him bodily down 
the front steps of his home while the frightened child from next door 
trembled naked in the den, petrified at the ensuing scandal. 

George picked himself up and ran down the street. He hid in the bushes 
across the street and watched until fifteen minutes later Betty left alone 
and returned to her house. At least they hadn't marched her home to report 
what they had seen to her parents. That, at least, was one thing to be 
thankful for. Why couldn't they have phoned from the airport when they flew 
home ahead of schedule? He had no way of knowing that they had tried for 
hours to phone him from Chicago and were sure that some horrible tragedy had 
befallen their son. George had a little over six dollars in his pocket and 
no place to go, other than to the Barrel Inn. 

Walking to the bar he realized that his sex odyssey had followed the pattern 
of a James M. Cain novel in that it had all ended right back where it had 
begun. It had started when he discovered the young boy with Betty and had 
seduced her under threat of exposure after throwing the lad out of the 
house. It ended by him being discovered and thrown from the house. He had no 
idea what would happen to him now. Alice was the only family he had left in 
the world and surely he could never enter her home again. It would be even 
worse after they searched his room and found the all-too-obvious souvenir 
"battle flags." 

Slowly, he made his way to the little neighborhood bar and ordered two 
double belts of bourbon. 

Later, when he regained enough composure to think coherently, he thought of 
his old side-kick Jack Finlay. He and Jack had gone through college together 
and worked with each other for many years. Jack was the only real friend he 
had in the world and if there was anything George Ross needed right now it 
was a real friend. 

When their unemployment insurance had run out, Jack had been one of the 
lucky ones. He had no family to provide for his keep and had qualified for 
county and state relief payments. As part of this aid program, he was given 
a large room in a downtown hotel catering largely to senior citizens and 
enough cash to live like a gentleman. George had often resented the fact 
that these impersonal relief agencies had treated Jack infinitely better 
than his own loving family had treated him. 

From the phone booth of the bar, George reached Jack through the hotel 
switchboard and reported his current dilemma as briefly as he could. He 
tried to disguise the note of desperation that must have crept into his 
little recital. After a brief pause that seemed like an eternity to George, 
Jack's words came across the line like the voice of a guardian angel. 

"Sounds to me like you need more than a friend, little buddy. At the moment 
you sound more like you need a few stiff drinks. Fortunately, I just got my 
county check this morning so I'm fairly affluent, at least for a few days. 
Do you have enough cash to take a cab down here?" 

"Yes, I think so," George admitted sheepishly. It's always hard to let 
friends know just how broke you are. 

"All right, tell you what you do. You grab a cab and get on down here and 
out of that neighborhood before your son-in-law has a posse out looking to 
string you up. There's a little bar next to the hotel, called 'Rudy's'. I'll 
meet you there. Don't try to economize and take the bus. If you don't have 
enough dough to pay off the cab, get what you need from Frazer, the 
bartender. I'll phone him now and tell him I'll stand good for it. You can 
bunk with me. I'll make the arrangements with the manager here and then 
we'll get you set up on the same relief program I'm on. Get your ass down 
here as quickly as you can. The first thing we'll do is hang one on tonight 
and talk it all out until we get your head screwed back on right. At the 
moment you sound like an emotional basket case." He hung up before George 
could even mutter "Thanks." 

Rudy's was several cuts above the Barrel Inn which was the only bar he had 
frequented the past couple of years. There were polished paneled walls 
covered with brass plaques, red-leather booths and bar stools and, above 
all, a friendly atmosphere. Most of the customers seemed to be old friends. 

"You must be George Ross," a pleasant voice called to him from behind the 
bar. "Right over here, Mister Ross. What's your pleasure?" 

George knew that he had exactly fifty cents left after paying the cabbie. At 
least he could order a beer while he waited for Jack. His hesitancy must 
have shown because the bartender added, "The first drink for a new customer 
is always on the house here. After that, Finlay said to put them on his tab. 
He'll be along shortly." 

"That's very kind of you. I guess I could use a shot of bourbon. Are you 
Frazer?" George asked his newfound sponsor. 

"That's right, Frazer Macmillan. Scotch in name but generous in nature," he 
grinned and produced a bottle of Jack Daniels Black Label and a double shot 
glass which he filled to the brim. "Any friend of Jack Finlay's gets nothing 
but the very best in here," 

" he smiled and moved down the bar to other customers. 

George sipped the fine bourbon appreciatively. After the rotgut that the 
Barrel served it tasted like the nectar of the gods. It was as though he had 
stepped into a new life in a new world. Already, it began to feel good to 
get out of the low-rent district. 

Jack Finlay arrived five minutes later. George recognized the beautiful head 
of wavy gray hair before he could make out his friend's facial features in 
the dimly lit bar. Jack had a kind, easy-going manner that did more than any 
tranquilizer to ease his jangled nerves at this awful point in life. He was 
one of those rare humans who genuinely enjoy helping their friends without 
ever making them feel obligated. Through the years that they had known each 
other, George had often seen Jack lend a buddy his last twenty bucks with no 
hint of the fact that it left him penniless. Thank God for a friend like 
Jack Finlay, he thought. Obviously, his own opinion of Jack was shared by 
others since there were many friendly calls of "Hi, Jack" before he even 
reached George's side at the bar. 

"Welcome to our happy darkness in this veil of tears," Jack quipped as he 
slapped his oldest friend on the back. "It's nice to have you aboard." 

"Thank you very much, old friend," George mumbled simply. He never seemed to 
be very good with words when something meant a lot to him. 

During the hours between their meeting and closing time at Rudy's, Jack 
demonstrated his cogent knowledge of basic human psychology by getting his 
frightened friend quite drunk, like a scared ostrich, George's best defense 
at the moment was to hide his head in the sand of temporary oblivion. 

At two a.m. he led George, a trifle unsteadily, to his room and bedded him 
down on the couch while he pulled down the in-a-door Murphy bed upon which 
he slept. 

The next morning, after a healthy breakfast, Jack took George down to 
register for state and county financial assistance. Three weeks later the 
papers were processed and George was assigned his own room at the hotel. 
Jack had the manager do a little switching around and George was assigned 
the room next to his. The connecting door was unlocked and the two old 
friends now shared a poor man's suite. It was a far cry from the 
six-hundred-dollar-a-month houses in La Jolla that they had rented during 
the heyday of the aerospace program, but it was still many steps up the 
ladder from the little room off the kitchen in which his dear daughter and 
her husband had ensconced him. Two days later, George's first checks 
arrived. They totaled to nearly two hundred dollars. It was more money than 
George had seen all at once since his wife had been killed. His budget of 
late had been geared to the five-dollar-a-week allowance Alice had slipped 
him out of her household money. He thought that it was a sad commentary upon 
our current society that a man who had contributed so much to his country's 
current status should have his standard of living so drastically elevated by 
going on relief. 

A little at a time George had relayed the facts of his anti-social 
experiences at pedophilia to Jack. He had regarded the narration as a sort 
of confessional to cleanse his soul. He was, therefore, a little taken aback 
when Jack finally commented. 

"Why, you lucky old son-of-a-bitch. I haven't had a decent piece of ass in 
over two years. The only nooky we get around here is the old whores that 
crawl out of the woodwork once a month when our relief checks arrive. You're 
a damn fool. Obviously, those young broads dug you for some inexplicable 
reason. They probably miss you as much as you miss them. Why don't you look 
them up. You know where they go to school. You could bump into them 
accidentally on purpose on the street near there one day." 

It took three days of waiting around the school before George spotted Betty. 
She saw him at almost the same instant and ran into his arms. 

"Oh, I've missed you so, George. Why didn't you come back for me. My life 
has been miserable since they threw you out," she sobbed. 

In the rear booth of a nearby soda shop they talked while the blaring 
jukebox drowned out their conversation. It developed that the other girls 
were anxious to see him too and take up where they had left off. Perhaps, it 
would be easier now that he had his own pad. Before they parted, George made 
sure that Betty had remembered the name of his hotel. She could get the 
number out of the book and call him there. He didn't want her carrying 
around his phone number in her purse. He had some tricky arrangements to 
make before she phoned him that evening. 

Back at the hotel he explained to the manager that he had these four young 
nieces whom he had always helped with their high school homework. They could 
hardly do this in the confused atmosphere of the lobby or public rooms and 
so he got permission to have them come to his room for the purposes of study 
assistance. George did not bother to mention the subject that he was helping 
them to learn. 

The next afternoon, Betty and the hairy little blonde Cathy visited his room 
and they had a wild sex ball. His young nymphets had developed into 
full-fledged nymphomaniacs and, thinking that they had lost him, they had 
been laying everyone in sight. Even these two young sexpots demanded more 
attention this afternoon than George could provide. When Jack arrived 
unexpectedly, they were happy to take him on, too. They were in a frame of 
mind to welcome all mature comers. Their mental attitude opened up vast new 
financial vistas for poor-old-over-the-hill George. Cautiously, he spread 
the word among the sex-starved male senior citizens of the hotel that fresh 
young quim was available in his two-room suite three afternoons a week-for a 
price. All the girls were interested in was experienced mature cock. They 
were blithely unaware that their sex mentor, George Ross, was pimping for 
them rather than just assisting them socially. They even brought in 
occasional new recruits. 

George opened a secret bank account in which to deposit his ill-gotten 
gains. The balance of this account built rapidly as he began to formulate 
plans of opening a full-fledged whorehouse where young girls would 
specialize in catering to the sexual whims of older men. The months began to 
swim happily by as this bank balance spiraled. He was almost within sight of 
his goal. 

Everything that happened to George Ross always seemed to happen on a 
Thursday. It had been a Thursday when he had been laid off of his last 
high-paying job in aerospace. His unemployment had run out on a Thursday. It 
had been a Thursday night when his wife had been run over and killed, and 
still another Thursday night when Fred had walked in and caught him red 
handed buggering Betty. Goddamn, how he hated Thursdays! 

Now it was another Thursday when he was in the hotel suite screwing Cathy up 
that hairy asshole of hers while three other old goats from the hotel were 
engaging in various other forms of sex acts with his other young protegees. 
The phone had rung a couple of times but he had been too happily engrossed 
in his buggery to get up and answer it. Now there was a pounding on the 
door. It was probably just another overanxious client for the girls' 
services. He would simply have to wait. At length the pounding stopped and 
there was silence for five minutes. He didn't hear the key in the lock when 
the manager opened the door for his social worker who feared that he might 
be lying dead on the floor of a heart attack as so many of his charges were 
lately. The square little civil servant flew into a temper tantrum when he 
walked in on the orgiastic activities of the older-younger sex group. He 
insisted that the hotel personnel stand guard at the doors to make sure that 
none of the erotic participants leave until the authorities arrived and then 
he phoned the police. 

The minor females were hauled off to juvenile hall. The "customers" were 
charged with disorderly conduct and released on their own recognizance and 
George, the obvious villain, was charged with carnal abuse and contributing 
to the delinquency of minors. 

Once more, with success almost within reach, the bubble had blown up in 
George's face. He was led from the hotel in handcuffs. From the expression 
on the manager's face, George knew that, once more, he had closed a door in 
his life that he could never hope to reopen. 

Down at police headquarters he was fingerprinted and posed under the bright 
lights for the mug shots with the long numbers hung around his neck. 
Although he had several thousand dollars in the hidden bank account and 
could readily afford to get his own bail, he didn't dare do so for fear that 
the source of his hidden wealth might come to light. 

For six endless days and nights George sat in a dank cell awaiting his day 
in court. For company he had two black pimps and a pickpocket. There is a 
grapevine, even in jails, and his cellmates soon learned that he was 
despoiler of young girls. Even in the society of these low-life companions, 
George Ross was a social outcast. 

At last he had achieved the stamp of official recognition to his role as a 
dirty old man. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

In deference to the girls' youth, the hearing was closed and held in the 
judge's chambers. 

Undoubtedly, on advice of attorneys, the parents brought their daughters 
dressed in boxy jackets and long skirts with bobby socks and saddle shoes. 
Their hair was done in long braids with ribbons. They were doing everything 
but carry rag dolls to prove their youthful innocence. How could the poor 
square old judge possibly realize how mature and sexy they were in the nude 
and in the hay. 

After a brief hearing the girls were placed on probation and released in 
their parents' custody. George was sure that he would draw hard time on the 
carnal abuse charge but the judge was surprisingly lenient and instead 
remanded him to a state hospital for psychiatric observation, treatment and 
rehabilitation. 

As George climbed aboard the Sheriff's Department bus for the trip to the 
state hospital, he figured that, after all, he was a pretty lucky 
son-of-a-bitch. After all, six months at the "happy academy" beat the shit 
out of five years in the steel chateau. With any hick at all he could 
probably con his way out of that "bunny hutch" in sixty days and still line 
up the girls and follow through with his original master plan. 

The state psychiatric center wasn't at all what George had imagined it would 
be. He had visualized a bunch of wild-eyed nuts running around frothing at 
the mouth. Instead, he met some of the most normal, apparently well-adjusted 
people he had encountered in years. The staff seemed to be a high type of 
trained professional personnel and he found himself actually looking forward 
to his first interviews. 

His first session was in front of a board of three psychiatrists. They asked 
him to describe simply the events leading up to his problem and he did so as 
frankly as he knew how, They didn't treat him like a sex maniac nor were 
there any little clucking noises on their part or the furtive exchange of 
knowing glances. For the most part, they were as easy to talk to about the 
whole experience as Jack Finlay had been. 

There followed a series of psychiatric examinations by means of regressive 
hypnosis in which he was carried back to his early childhood and then up to 
the present time. George was sufficiently erudite to realize that they were 
taking a Freudian approach to discover if he had a deep hatred for his 
grandmother or an underlying incestuous desire to engage his mother, or 
later, his daughter, in sexual intercourse. Although they never disclosed to 
him the results of any individual group of tests, he got the distinct 
impression that they had found him perfectly normal in all areas that they 
had probed thus far. by an almost-frightening coincidence, it was on a 
Thursday morning that he was scheduled for his first discussion session with 
Dr. Martha Miller who had been assigned to his case. Dr. Miller was a 
pleasant, extremely attractive woman about his own age. In some strange way 
she reminded George of his late wife. She was a large, Junoesque figure of a 
woman with mammoth breasts and a full ripe figure that his Jewish friends 
would have described as "softig". She was several inches taller than George 
and was more woman that he had ever seen in one package before. From their 
initial meeting they seemed to. have a lot in common. She was easy to talk 
to and seemed to display a genuine interest in what he had to say. George 
was soon telling her the story of his life. When he related his professional 
training and experience in aircraft and aerospace, he couldn't help but 
reveal a trace of underlying bitterness at having been put out to pasture at 
what should have been the very peak of his career. She listened-to his 
narration with genuine compassion and made it easier by confiding in him 
that her late husband had been through an almost-identical experience in the 
same field. He had been unable to live with the sudden rejection by the 
.very industry to which he had devoted so much of his life and talents and 
had eventually taken his own life rather than to become a burden upon her 
and their young daughter. 

George felt a very deep compassion for Dr. Miller from their very first 
meeting and his feelings for her grew as the months passed. In one 
discussion session she asked him about the unnatural attraction he felt 
toward teen-age girls. She must have felt his eyes studying her face and 
figure for long moments before he replied, "I suppose it occurred because, 
during that difficult period of my life, I had neither social nor financial 
opportunities to establish a meaningful relationship with a real woman like 
you." 

Something in the unguarded simple sincerity of his answer must have moved 
her because she hesitated for a long time before she continued, "Yes, I 
think I can understand that problem. In a way, Mister Ross, you're to be 
congratulated. Many highly trained psychologists and sociologists our age 
have made a long and sincere effort to bridge the so-called 'generation gap' 
that separates and alienates us from the young people of today. I must say 
that, in your own erotic fashion, you seem to have bridged that gap and 
gained acceptance on the other side most effectively." She fixed George with 
a knowing smile that made him blush from his scalp to his navel. 

"I suppose some phases of human life are ageless," he mumbled, by way of 
explanation. 

"I suppose," she replied laconically. 

In their next session, she hit George with a question that he recognized as 
being the very crux of determining the length of his tenure in this 
institution, "Mister Ross, I want you to give this question very careful 
consideration before answering it." 

"Very well, Doctor Miller. I shall give you only a carefully considered 
answer," he said solemnly. 

"If some magical genie were to appear and give you your choice of a sex 
partner, would you choose a sixteen-year-old virgin girl or a mature, 
sexually experienced woman?" 

George appeared to be in deep thought. Actually, he was merely stalling for 
time until he caught the lady psychologist's eyes. When she looked directly 
at him he locked eyes with her and stated simply, "I have always seen 
infinitely more beauty and fragrance in a full-blown rose than in a tight 
young bud. There is no question in my mind that I'd choose the mature, 
sexually experienced woman-especially if she happened to look like you." 

Now it was Martha Miller's turn to blush. It had been a long time since 
anyone had spoken to her as a woman, rather than as a doctor. 

George Ross was released from the State Hospital as fully rehabilitated to 
society two days later. Before leaving, he requested a final meeting with 
Dr. Martha Miller. "Doctor Miller, I had to thank you before leaving. You 
have made my stay here not only tolerable but also enjoyable. I hate to 
think that our pleasant visits must end when I walk out of that front door. 
I might be tempted to do something to bring me back here. Tell me, would it 
violate any professional ethics if I asked if I might anticipate the 
pleasure of seeing you on a strictly unprofessional basis after I leave 
here, now that I have been socially retreaded? If not, I pray that you may 
see fit to do me the honor of dining with me Saturday night." 

"I deeply regret to tell you, Mister Ross, that any such discussion between 
patient and doctor is highly unethical." She opened her top desk drawer and 
removed a card and wrote something on it. "However, once you walk out of 
that front door you're no longer a patient and once I walk out that back 
door I'm no longer a doctor. If you will phone me at this number after six 
this evening I'm sure that Saturday will prove a most convenient date." She 
smiled and extended the card and her hand. 

Goddamn, George thought, she's more woman than all four of those young quims 
put together. 

As George Ross left the State Hospital, he realized that total social 
rehabilitation is truly possible. For the first few weeks he was there, his 
only thought was to get out and call the girls. Now they could go screw 
their pimply faced high school boy friend's. The big thing in his life now 
was to call Martha. There was enough woman there to keep him thoroughly busy 
for the next twenty years. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The parking lot attendant opened the door for him and George ran around to 
help Martha from the car. A sixteen-year-old girl named Liz came out after 
Martha and George escorted them proudly into Scandia Restaurant where he had 
reserved a special table for the occasion. It was a very special one, 
indeed, for tonight they were having a double celebration. It was the second 
anniversary of the day when he and Martha had been married in the Little 
Chapel by the Sea and the first anniversary of the day when he had legally 
adopted her daughter Liz as his own. 

George is proud and happy with his job as technical librarian at UCLA. He 
assists young engineering students to find the research material they need 
for their term papers. 

It was a wonderful happy evening for the three of them. As George waited for 
the waiter to bring the check, four beautiful young girls came in and sat in 
the booth across from them. They looked very much like four young girls he 
had known eons before. 

"Look, daddy, aren't they pretty. They look so sexy in those dresses," Liz 
remarked, patting his knee. 

"Yes, dear, they're lovely children," George said, hardly giving them a 
second glance. He was too busy admiring Martha's new dress bought for the 
occasion, that made her tits put the Venus de Milo to shame. 

As he reached across for the check he knocked the pipe from his mouth, 
spilling tobacco and ashes all over the tablecloth. 

"George Ross, you're a dirty old man," Martha chided him. 

"Haven't you heard, my dear, they've discovered a cure for that. It's simply 
that dirty old men need love, too." 


 THE END
