Prescription For Pussy
by Belinda Harris 


CHAPTER I 

"Fuck me, Doc. C'mon, put in what I need. I'll bet you're scared to," she 
taunted. 

I gazed down at her lush, ripe fifteen-year-old body-the full breasts and 
rounded hips with their exciting triangle of hair standing out against the 
creamy whiteness of her skin, and I knew, just as sure as the sun would rise 
in the East, that I was going to fuck the hell out of her. 

I gently stroked and pried apart the pink, tender lips of her cunt, and let 
my finger stray up to her clitoris. As I massaged it softly but rapidly, her 
eyes closed and a dreamy smile played over her lips. 

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

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

The exciting thrill of entering this young high schooler was almost more 
than I could bear, and I waited not a moment longer. I slid my slacks and 
shorts off, and she grabbed my tumescent cock in both hands, her eyes 
widening. 

"Jesus! I've never had one big. Oh, boy, you are really hung, Doc." She lay 
back with a smile. "Just take it slow, and easy at first, and I'll try to 
take it all. Oh, God, if the other girls only knew..." 

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

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

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

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

I felt her body gradually grow rigid as her heights of passion were 
ascended, and my loins tightened as a big load crept closer and closer, 
then: 

"I'm coming!" she shouted, and I felt the exquisite tightness of her tiny 
cunt grabbing my pulsing, throbbing cock as wave after wave of come poured 
out of it into her hot, eager little snatch. "Aaarrrgh! Good, good, good, 
oh, daddy, more, more, don't stop, pump me full, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, 
her hands clawing my back and her pelvis gyrating madly. She exhaled 
violently as I dismounted and lay there panting, the overflow of my white 
semen oozing out of her little cunt as she lay there, half dreaming " and 
half passed out from ecstasy. 

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

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

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

"No, no, baby doll," I told her. "We can't make it every day. Your mother 
sent you to me, first, to see if you were still a virgin, and second, to get 
counseling and treatment if necessary. You kids didn't handle your high 
school sex club very intelligently, is why you all got into this mess. You'd 
never have gotten caught if you'd been smart and kept it limited to just a 
few." I lit a cigarette and leaned back. "Now, I felt as if I could trust 
you..." 

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

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

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

"Don't worry," I told her. "I want your young and tender body as much as you 
want mine, honey. Now, what we'll do is: I'll certify to your mother that 
your hymen, or cherry as you call it, is still intact, that apparently you 
never had participated in any intercourse in the sex club, and that you 
don't really need psychiatric help, but that a course of guidance and 
trained counseling is indicated. I'll recommend counseling on Monday, 
Wednesday, and Friday of each week to start. How does that sound? It'll take 
the heat and pressure off you, and I'll need your loving at least three 
times a week." I smiled at her, "In fact, I could use some of it right now, 
honey." 

"Hell, yes, daddy-doc," she said as she slipped out of her tight blouse and 
let her bra down off those round firm globes. My tool was already enlarging 
at the thought of again entering the tight yet tender cunt of this young 
girl, and by the time I got disrobed again, it was at its full majestic 
length. She seized it with both hands as she sat on the couch and I stood 
before her. 

"Let me warm up first," she said. "It's still a little sore and tender from 
that first time. I never had so much cock stuffed into me before. All we had 
in the club were those damned boys-no men." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 CHAPTER II 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We had no sooner entered my inner office than Betty started stripping down, 
and noticed Linda doing the same, only more slowly. Linda wore no panties 
under her skirt (I'd already noticed that), and I watched admiringly as she 
pulled her sweater off over her head. Her waist couldn't have been over a 
17-mcher, and her pubic hair was very scanty and thin, and being blonde, was 
almost invisible. My eyes roved upward and I did a double take. Her sweater 
was off and she was reaching back to unfasten her bra, which if it wasn't 
full of foam rubber, was at least a 40-D. She laid it on top of her skirt on 
the chair, and turned around-no. falsies, it was all real, and I couldn't 
take my eyes off the magnificent, bounteous glories of that firm, shelf-like 
bust jutting out proudly, quiveringly, each tiny pink nipple protruding up 
and sideways a little. Jesus Christ! I felt myself getting aroused just at 
the wonderful pair of teats facing me. I eyeballed her up and down a couple 
of times, admiring the smooth and flat plane of her tummy and the nice full 
hips and thighs, and then back to those huge, perfect breasts. Betty's voice 
broke my reverie. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 CHAPTER III 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fair enough. In fact, it's nice to know you can be trusted so completely to 
protect him. I guess that somewhere along the line I must have failed as a 
father, or he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in this scandal we had. I know 
he was very impressed with you, Doc. He told Ma and me that you were 
'right-on' and that's as high as you can get in kids' compliments today." He 
shook his head slowly. "Imagine that little devil banging all those young 
quims and me and Ma never even suspecting he knew about the birds and bees, 
much less pussy." 

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

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

I raised my eyebrows at him. "And how many young girls did you 'break in' in 
the next six or eight years? Don't answer-I'll bet you'd have to count them 
up. Remember, Wilson, this is just doing what comes naturally. Everybody 
enjoys a piece that's young, naive, innocent and tender. We love to show off 
our knowledge and experience, and to have our experience and talents 
appreciated. And generally the younger ones are more susceptible and naive, 
so they get conned into it the first time, find out how great it is, and the 
cycle starts around again. Every older guy-likes to think he's young enough 
to get some beautiful young chick and sweep her off her feet-inflates his 
ego. Don't forget, too,, that it's easy for a tender girl to fall for an 
older guy-the first hero, the first male love she had was her father. But 
since that's a taboo, and incest is no-no, she's very vulnerable for an 
older man to substitute for the father image, Personality transference, we 
call it. I know for a fact, too, that incest is commoner than you'd think. 
Daddy can't keep his hands off young girls, and if there's none available 
except his daughters, well, so ... There's a lot of it in the case 
histories. In fact, Wilson, to be perfectly frank about it, I think you 
actually envy your son Tony's getting all that young stuff. Be honest, now, 
man." 

He met my gaze a few seconds, then smiled. 'Well, to be perfectly frank, 
hell, yes. I know how many were in the sex club, and who most of them were, 
and shit, Doc, I would give my right arm and left nut to have banged most of 
them. I'll say this-those boys were screwin' the cream of the crop in this 
town." He sighed. "Well, I just dropped in to sort of check you out, Doc. I 
guess you know what you are doing, and maybe you can help the boy out some. 
We've never had any experience with head-shrinkers before, and I didn't know 
what to expect. Well, I'll be going, Doc. Thanks a lot for explaining a lot 
of things. I think you're right about all that stuff you covered." He stood 
up. Just then my office bell rang to notify me of someone in the lobby, and 
I told him to wait a moment, that I'd be right back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine," I replied. "Just remember-not a sound. Then, when you see me wave 
you into the other room, come on in, and we'll be all set." I returned to 
the examining room, where Linda had already disrobed and was sitting 
anxiously on the edge of the examining table, stroking her thighs and 
breasts eagerly. God, I thought, as I started getting undressed, what a 
magnificent body for such a young girl. Her hands cupped under her fantastic 
boobs and bounced them up and down as she waited impatiently for me to get 
my clothes off. 

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

She lay back on the table as I advanced, naked, toward her. I stood 
alongside and let my hands wander across her beautiful up-thrust breasts 
that quivered under my touch, and her hand dropped over the side of the 
table to grasp my already half-hard cock. As I kissed and tongued the pink 
tips of her firm titties, she stroked my tool slowly and lovingly and 
murmured, "Ooooh, that feels good, Doc. Now slowly, remember I'm just a 
baby." 

"Yeah, and what a baby!" I replied, lowering my kisses down across the 
smooth flat tummy toward her tender crotch. My right hand softly wandered up 
and down her firm thigh as my mouth descended into her blonde cunt hairs, 
and she let her thighs spread apart slowly, then lifted her knees to permit 
the entrance of my tongue in her tiny pink clit. Oh, the taste and soft, 
velvety texture of this entrance to Paradise ! I shifted around to the foot 
of the table to get a better angle for lapping her cunt, and she put her 
forearms behind her knees and brought her legs clear up onto her chest, 
mashing and flattening her marvelous large tits, so that I could get a 
clearer shot at her pussy. I slid my tongue up and down the slickly sweet 
entrance of her snug cunt a few times and then flipped it sideways twice to 
part the delicious lips to get what I was after. 

My thumbs held open the sensuous lips and my lips and tongue found her 
sensitive clit on the first try. I felt her young frame shudder with delight 
at the tickling sensation that penetrated her when I hit home plate. She 
moaned and slid further down on the table so that I could get more and more, 
further and further in her. She was getting so hot that fluids started 
dripping from her yummy box all over my face and chin. Oh, God, it was 
getting harder and harder to concentrate on what I was doing to her, because 
of what it was doing to me! My cock was standing out in its full 
ten-and-a-half inches, and I knew it was going to have to be satisfied, and 
damned soon, one way or the other. The panting young girl solved my dilemma 
for me. "Oh, Jesus, Doc, put it in me-I've got to feel all that great big 
rigid shaft up in me. Please, I've got to have it now, Doc. Now," she 
pleaded. 

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

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

I slid another couple inches in, then pulled back to just the head, then 
pushed till four or five inches were in, then retreated, letting her get 
used to each longer stroke each time before giving her more. I could feel 
the strength of her cunt walls stretching as I prodded more and more meat 
into her willing but oh, so tiny cunt, and the hot gripping warmth of her 
young snatch was driving me crazy. 

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

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

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

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

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

I agreed, and led her to the other end of the examining table, and had her 
bend over the end of it, braced on her hands and forearms. I reached around 
her to cup one of those magnificent globes and tweak the nipple while my 
other hand stroked her thighs and still-wet little cunt. I laid the shaft of 
my cock up against the slick slit and nudged gently. She reached back under 
her crotch and then guided the head into her pussy. She grunted with the 
exertion necessary to take it at that angle, so I pushed it into her very 
slowly. I could feel a whole new set of muscles grabbing and grinding in her 
almost virginal cunt and without my weight upon her, I just let her rock 
back and forth on the rigid shaft and help herself to however much cock she 
needed and wanted. The freedom it gave her was appreciated, I guess, because 
her ass began stroking backward and forward, rotating left and right and up 
and down. She was having a ball, and all I had to do was to stand still and 
get satisfied. With one hand she had in a minute found her own clit and was 
rubbing and pinching it, and I could feel the tightening and trembling that 
told me she was going to blow again very soon. I let my right hand play 
along the slick edge of her cunt-it wouldn't begin to go in, it was stuffed 
so full of cock-and then when it was moistened, I spread her hard round 
ass-cheeks apart with my left hand, and twisted my finger into the tight, 
tiny rosebud of her crinkled ass-hole. 

She hesitated in her fucking for a moment as it slid in, then I felt her 
sphincter relax and I stroked inside her anus as she slid her hot cunt up 
and down the length of my stiff cock. I withdrew my finger and applied 
saliva to two fingers of my right hand, and returned them to her rectum. 

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

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

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

"Like that, Linda?" I asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I trust you," she said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked around, saw Wilson, and actually blushed! I pushed him up toward 
her head, and told her, "Go ahead, darling, suck him off-it's okay." She was 
already reaching for his cock as I told her, and I saw her tiny mouth and 
darting pink tongue envelop the head of his cock as he stood alongside the 
table. His hands reached for one of her voluptuous breasts, and believe me, 
it was a double handful. He stroked her tit, smiled a very silly smile, and 
rocked back and forth as her head flew back and forth the length of his 
cock, I knew the furious tongue-lashing his knob was getting inside her baby 
cheeks--Linda was enthusiastic as well as talented--and I figured it would 
only be moments before he blew his load. 

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

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

He didn't know Linda. As she gently and softly and casually stroked Harold's 
cock, she said, "Tell us what your new idea is, Doc." Already Harold's cock 
was growing rigid again. Mine was still in full glory, buried in her tiny 
ass-hole. I slid slowly in and out as I explained what I had in mind. 

"I'll stay right where I am, and Harold puts his in your cunt, and we'll 
give you double-balling like you've never dared dream of, Linda. Okay?" I 
asked. She said it sounded fine to her, and she and I, still joined like one 
person, slid off the table and stood up, my cock buried to the hilt in her 
snug rosebud of an anus. 

"Let's go into the office, on the sofa there. It'll be better that way," I 
said. 

Harold led the way and Linda and I marched in lockstep following him, With 
every stride she took, my cock got a warm, twisting motion from her gut 
muscles, and she nearly got her ass pumped full of come before we got to my 
office. I held her back on my prong by the simple expedient of reaching 
around her and hauling back on her bouncy huge jugs, which didn't help my 
self-control any, either. In the office, I had Linda arid me back up and sit 
down on the sofa, with her on my lap and still stuffed with my harden. 
Harold knelt in front of Linda and couldn't take his horny gaze away from 
the tiny pink slit that looked only an inch long between her thighs. 

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

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

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

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

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," she moaned. "Oh, yes, that's good, goddam, it 
feels like all the cock in the world is stuffed up in me. Oh, that's 
wonderful." Her writhing and enthusiasm was contagious, and as Harold would 
pull back to take a stroke, she'd follow him with an up-thrust of her firm 
young hips, which would stroke my cock almost out of her ass, then when 
Harold plunged into her and she sank back under his onslaught and got my 
rigid ten-plus rammed into her to the hilt. It was crowded up in there, but 
Jesus! there's never been a baby girl as tight and as happy as Linda. She 
was enjoying the hell out her double-balling, so I just let my mind go, and 
felt the tension in my loins rising. I knew Harold wouldn't be able to hold 
off very long, and from the delicious shudders of her tender body. I knew 
that wave after wave of ecstasy was already tearing Linda apart from 
reality, and that she, too, would peak and very possibly pass clear out soon 
from joy. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A little more? I'll take a lot more! Damn, I'd do twenty years for a steady 
diet of one that young. Jesus, it was perfect! And I came four times in an 
hour-I just don't believe it. Hell, twice a week is about it at home." 

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

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

"Whoa, not too fast. We have to keep this real cool. I will handle all the 
appointments and make ail the arrangements. There's to be no-repeat 
NO-getting any loving except when I set it up. Harold, you're as bad as all 
the kids in the sex club were. And just as stupid. So we'll do it my way, 
and there'll be no heat on anyone. Agreed?" 

They both agreed, and I sent Linda out first. Harold and I had a drink in my 
office to kill five minutes so no one would see them leaving together, and I 
promised him another young girl soon. We arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon 
to line up something definite, and he left, effusive in his praise and 
appreciation. 

 CHAPTER IV 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though Tony was completely spent, Sally did not intend to waste any 
part of the hour that was being granted to her. 

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

"Go ahead, darling," she said softly. "I'll help you. God knows I love and 
want it done right. First, Tony, just lick the outside crack of the lips, 
slowly, up and down. No pressure-just barely touch and kiss and caress the 
slit with the tip of your tongue. Oooooh, yes! God, do you learn quick. 
Christ! That tickles. Keep it up, honey. Now put your thumbs-hey! 
gently-always do everything gently, angel boy. Put your thumbs on each side 
of the slit and push in and apart. See how nice and pink it opens up? Now 
run your tongue up and down inside slowly, and just keep getting g, little 
deeper with each stroke. Yes, yes, oh that's perfect lover. More, just keep 
it up, Tony. Better wait a second now, or I'll get carried away and start 
coming and lose all my control, and I want to teach you and get your started 
right, then it'll always be good. For both of us. Did you ever eat any pussy 
before, honey?" she asked him. 

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

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

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

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

Tony lowered his head to her cunt, and her hands lay idly on top of his 
head. "Now, Tony, right up at the top of the crease, where the lips come 
together, just below where the slit ends, see that little pinkish-white 
button? Wow! That's it. Now, just flick the tip of your tongue over it as 
fast as you can, back and forth, up and down, yes, yes, oooooooooh, that's 
good. When you get on a woman's clitoris like that, young man, you've got a 
love slave for life. Keep it up, oh, there, now, now, NOW!! ! That was a 
good one, for a quickie. Feel me tighten up, Tony? I came just then. No 
spurt, like you fellows, but it does increase the flow of my lubrication 
juices, so if you feel something dripping, lap it up-that's just my 'honey' 
you're getting," she told him happily. "And don't worry about me-once I 
come, each orgasm comes quicker and easier and bigger and better. Now we get 
back to business. Slide a finger-slowly, remember-always slowly and gently, 
Tony, inside, while you keep kissing and tonguing the slit and the clitoris, 
when you get your finger clear in-no, honey, don't ram it in and out-leave 
it clear in, and then stroke it back and around and massage the top 
lining-ooooh, you catch on quick, lover. And if your left hand isn't broken, 
it can reach up and work on my right tit and get my nipples hard. A 
woman-likes that, too. See how many points you can cover if you know how? 
And that is what makes a good lover-complete, total satisfaction in all 
areas-where your body is just saturated with love and ecstasy." 

I watched as she lay back dreamily smiling, her eyes closed, and saw her 
beautiful body tense, and her hands press her big breasts flat each time she 
came. Then she sat up. 

"Hey," she said. "Look at you, young man-it's bigger and harder than ever. 
You were so busy working on me you didn't, even know you had a harden. But I 
knew it's aroused you. Now, that warm up was good for both of us, real 
great, in fact, but now we're going to settle down to some good 
old-fashioned lovin'. Okay?" she asked. 

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

She stroked his cock three or four times up and down her crack to get her 
lubrication on the head, then she took it and aimed it at her hole, and he 
pushed slowly but firmly toward her. "I don't know if there's enough here to 
satisfy you, ma'am," he said. 

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

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

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

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

Her hands roved idly and gently down across the small of his back till they 
reached his ass-cheeks, when she gripped him tightly and slowly began to 
rotate her pelvis and hips. I knew instinctively that her hot cunt was 
laving and massaging his tool inside of her, and their mutual cooing and 
whimpering blended into a thoroughly happy sound. I watched them and could 
see that Tony was getting awfully close to another come at his thighs and 
leg muscles tightened and stiffened. Then, as she gave three or four sharp 
forward bumps with her crotch, he came, and the soft look of ecstasy spread 
over her face as she felt his warm juice surge into her overheated cunt in 
spasmodic twitches. As he then slumped, spent, across her body, she gripped 
him hard and kept his now limp and decreasing cock within her, and I could 
tell from the jerking and tightening of her inner thigh muscles that her 
pussy was snapping and milking him for the last tiny drop of his come. The 
rocking of his head on her breast and the soft moans that came from him told 
me that this had undoubtedly been the biggest and best come of his entire 
young life. 

They lay quietly in each other's arms on my sofa, and I could imagine their 
thoughts: Tony, happy in the loving warmth of an older woman who was a 
mother-substitute, and Sally, delighted to have the fucking she so badly 
needed, and of a size that her tiny pussy could handle, plus the emotional 
satisfaction of having her only son replaced by another young boy, but who 
wasn't taboo incestuously. All things considered, it had been a very 
therapeutic session for both of them, although they both were primarily 
after the physical, sexual satisfaction, I was sure. The mental and 
emotional benefits were merely serendipity for them. 

I tiptoed out of my private office, through the lobby, and opened and 
slammed the front door, to let them think I had just returned, and strode 
noisily down the hall and tapped twice on their door, then returned to the 
desk in the lobby, where I was fiddling with some papers and charts when 
they walked in smiling ten minutes later. 

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

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

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

"Doc," Sally said as she lit a cigarette and sat down across the desk from 
me, "I'll give you a check for a cool million dollars for this afternoon's 
services, if you'll promise not to try to cash it. I've got $48.12 in the 
bank. But seriously, Doc, I'm really indebted to you for knowing what I 
needed and handling it all so smooth. It was ideal. I just really dig young 
boys, and men always hurt me-always have. And what the hell could I do, all 
cooped up in this lousy small town? But this arrangement is perfect. It's 
heaven! 

"I do have one small favor to ask of you, though, if it isn't too much. 
Alice Springs, the librarian, had told me several times when we'd have 
highballs together at my house, how she handled her problem. She'd go into 
Des Moines at every possible time when there were state finals of basketball 
tournaments, or track meets, and so on, and meet these young athletes on the 
downtown streets and somehow get them up to her hotel room. Then, after one 
or two quick drinks, she would, very frankly, almost rape them. She had to 
take the initiative, of course, because high school kids are really rather 
square and bashful, especially with an older woman. She's thirty-six, looks 
a little younger, but she's got a lush body on her, and it would almost 
frighten them off until she set the pace. Then it was like all their 
adolescent fantasies had come true. She said that lots of times she'd have 
liked to have continued the sex later with a few of them-they became fairly 
competent, she said-but she didn't dare. She always gave them a phony name 
and told them she was from Sioux City-two hundred miles from Somerset. 

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

"I'll see what I can do. Bring her here with you on Wednesday. You'll have 
Tony, and maybe I can arrange a little happiness for her, too. No promises, 
but I'll try," I told Sally. 

I wrote her out a prescription for birth control pills as she'd be needing 
them from now on, and she left the office, promising to bring Alice with her 
two days later. 

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

The door chime announced another arrival; and then Tony and Bill, the latter 
slightly embarrassed, came in. I told them to go on back to the examining 
room and make themselves at home, that they'd both have enough company to 
keep them busy, but to keep an eye on the clock, because an hour and a half 
was all they had. They went down the hall, and I heard the door open and 
their simultaneous greetings with their women. 

In a couple of minutes, Betty and Linda entered the office, and with them 
was a carbon copy of Linda. They introduced her, after my initial shock of 
surprise had worn off, as Lucy, Linda's twin sister. Christ, what a happy 
problem this was going to be, I thought. I had prepared myself mentally and 
physically to take care of Betty and Linda, and I figured two young 
teenagers was about my quota for the afternoon. What the hell was I going to 
do with three of them? Even my perpetual and exaggerated horniness and 
extreme virility wasn't capable of coping with the concupiscence with which 
I was now faced. Only one solution. I stepped to the phone, called up Harold 
Wilson, and told him that I would like him to come on over, as I had three 
young cunts on my hands and could use some help. From the sounds at the 
other end of the line, I wasn't sure if he bothered to hang the phone up 
before he ran out the door. In three minutes the front door chime sounded, 
and in strode Harold with another man in a business suit that I vaguely 
recognized but couldn't quite place. Harold did the amenities. 

"Doc, I want you to meet Jim Fieser, Jim, this is Doc." We shook hands. 
"He's the sheriff here in Madison County, Doc." I nearly shit. "But he's 
with us on this setup, believe me. He was with me and two fifteen-year-olds 
in Omaha last year, and he digs young cunt the most," Harold went on. I 
started to breathe again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

I took the opportunity of glancing over at the others and saw that Harold 
and Betty had just gotten stripped and were arranging themselves comfortably 
in my big leather easy chair. Jim and Linda were sort of sprawled all over 
the table with its padded top; both nude. I returned to Lucy, unzipping my 
trousers and shedding them rapidly. My shirt followed immediately, and we 
soon faced each other completely naked. As I admired her tall figure, slim 
and firm, and silently lusted after the tender crotch that formed at the top 
of her sweet white virginal thighs, she spoke: 

"I know you'll be gentle with me, Doc," she cooed. "Linda said you're bigger 
but gentler than anyone she'd ever had. And I want to learn to like it-Linda 
says sex is the greatest thing invented. And she also said you know every 
way there is. Can we explore, and you teach me everything?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I watched the foursome, and petted with Lucy, my mind wandered back over 
the many, many young girls I'd had in the last twenty years. Two disastrous 
marriages along with hundreds of marital counseling sessions with wives had 
convinced me that the average woman, as soon as she gets a ring on her 
finger, tries to figure some way to transplant that ring into the husband's 
nose. Then she stops taking care of herself personally, then she starts 
rationing sex. You've heard them all, the usual alibis: It's too hot, it's 
too cold; it's too early, it's too late; the kids are asleep, we'll wake 
them, or the kids are awake, they'll hear us. Christ, it soon turns a man 
off. The old Knight in Shining Armor days are gone, the hero you were on 
your wedding day turns into a meal ticket-procuring heel, and the desire 
ebbs rapidly. Every man wants to be a hero-the old male ego asserting 
itself, so you start picking up young chicks-you're their first love affair, 
so you're nine feet tall in their eyes, and it's great, Or maybe some dumb 
kid broke them in, and they've heard or read enough to know that a man is 
better than a boy, so they fall right into your arms whenever you shake that 
teenage tree. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The men and I gathered on one side of the room, sipping whiskey, while the 
three girls sat on the sofa across, gossiping and chattering. Their main 
interest seemed to center on whether Lucy was actually having a good time, 
and I was flattered by occasional snatches of snatch conversation that 
reached our ears. Very complimentary of old Doc's talents and techniques. We 
men agreed that I'd set the pace-they were both tickled to death just to get 
some young cunt and participate in whatever I came up with. Sheriff Jim 
Fieser couldn't praise me and my setup enough. I knew then that as long as I 
kept him supplied with tender teenage pussy, that the whole operation was 
safe from everything except possibly the FBI and the CIA. I'd worry about 
them later. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then we came: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're certainly generous," Linda kidded. "But you've got enough there I 
guess you can afford to give it away. In fact, just talking about it warms 
me up. Can I French you, Jim? You just lay back and let little Linda work on 
you. If I can get my jaws that far apart." 

She smiled and yawned prodigiously and bent her head to her work. The 
sheriffs enormous glans disappeared and with one hand she stroked the 
remainder of his cock while the other lifted and tickled the huge bag of 
balls. We could see her cheeks fluttering and moving as her hot little 
tongue stabbed and rimmed the head of his shaft. Then gradually she lowered 
her face further and further along the length of his tool as the rapidity of 
her strokes increased. Jim lay back, alternately tensing and relaxing as the 
erotically moist warmth of her mouth soothed and excited him. His hands 
played idly with her mountainous tits that swung back and forth with her 
exertions. Then her arms encircled his hips and pulled him closer to her 
face as she valiantly struggled to engulf all of his tumescent cock. Her 
blonde hair was flying and her head bobbing the full length of his cock when 
he exploded his load into her tiny pink mouth. Her head rocked, and she 
swallowed and gulped as floods of come penetrated her throat. Then, as Jim 
lay back, spent, she snuggled up to his deflating cock and milked each and 
every last drop with her cheeks and tongue, and each ecstatic touch was 
echoed in his eyes and smile. Finally, she withdrew her head and wiped the 
few dripping leaks from her mouth and chin and smiled up at the sheriff. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever anyone does to someone else, the recipient should do the same, and 
we can pass all the goodies clear around the circle that way, and no one 
will be deprived of someone else's inspirations and ideas," I told the 
group, then faced up again to my job. 

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

I slid my finger in as I withdrew my tongue, then another finger. I held 
them clear in and slowly began a scissoring movement with them, thereby 
touching her everywhere-sides, top, bottom, each wall of her snug little 
young cunt was getting massaged. Her soft moans mingled with those of the 
other participants, and I was positive that everyone else was having as 
wonderful a session as I was. 

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

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

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

As I turned my fingers to face each other within Linda's two cavities, I was 
very definitely aware of Betty's hot mouth and moist tongue working on my 
cock, and her finger stimulating my prostate, and I had the sensation of the 
whole universe being filled with sex. Surrounded by, drenched in, 
overwhelmed by sex. It was marvelous. I wasn't certain whether the eroticism 
that Betty was showering on me spurred me to greater efforts, or whether my 
devouring of young Linda was inspiration for a saturation campaign the other 
way. Whichever was cause and effect, the total action was heaven, that was 
for sure! I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off my come very much 
longer-I could feel the deep-rooted throb and pulse of my liquid manhood 
beginning to pile up in my loins, and knew that soon I'd be drenching young 
Betty's face with my sperm. I could feel Linda writhing and twitching faster 
and faster, and was aware that she, too, was building up to a big one. I was 
hoping that possibly the entire chain could blast off at the same time. 

As my load started to creep up from my bowels to my tool, I increased my 
pace, putting my tongue on the sweet clit of Linda, and keeping all my 
fingers in motion at the same time. I felt her legs stiffen as the pleasure 
increased almost to the point of being unbearable, and then she came. Her 
whimpers and moans as she sucked and gobbled fiercely on Harold's cock, 
seeking higher and higher peaks, more and more cock, greater and larger and 
longer continuation of her ecstatic thrills, brought my load faster and 
faster to it throbbing, pulsing exit, and I rammed my huge tool down Betty's 
throat as my life's energy streamed forth. I heard her gag as all ten and a 
half inches were stuffed in her teenage mouth, but I couldn't help it-I'm 
seldom crude or rude, but I, by God, had to be engulfed, surrounded, 
swallowed by sex at this moment or I'd have died. I felt Betty gulp and 
gasp, then pull my hips back toward her face to keep my gigantic tool within 
her, and I knew that she, too, was coming big and long and heavy. The way 
she softly but firmly chewed and gnawed and tongued my cock, I felt that she 
also was trying to get the maximum of sex out of this very moment. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Lucy was not to be denied. "Linda's been getting it for a year now," she 
pouted, "and then when I find out how good it is, you-all want to ration me. 
You're mean," she said petulantly. 

"Hey, I've got an idea," Harold spoke up. 'Why don't I give her a gentle 
trip?" He looked down shyly. "Hell, I haven't got enough to hurt her, after 
Doc in her cunt and Jim in her face. But sometimes we little fellers can 
come in handy. I'd rather come in little Lucy than come in handy, but let's 
try it." We groaned at his atrocious pun and I agreed that that might be 
okay. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 CHAPTER V 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked up at her "What do you mean Cissy?" 

"They're fucking. Tony and Bill and two women that are old enough to be 
their mothers." She giggled. "Surprised I knew, Doc? You shouldn't be. I 
know more about sex and loving and manipulation than both of those dumb boys 
put together. Even if I am a virgin," she stated defiantly. 

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

She tossed her long hair back from her face. "Simple, Doc. I eavesdrop. I've 
got every room in our house bugged-you know, wired for sound, and Tony and 
Bill were bragging to each other last night about their last session. So I 
forced them to let me tag along today. I figured it was about time that I 
got some indoctrination too. I've read all the 'plain wrapper' books-I've 
got about thirty of 'em-but I've never been with a man, and frankly, boys 
bore me, they're so stupid and self-centered. So here I am. Now, what do you 
intend to do with me?" 

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

"Well, like I said, I'm a virgin, so I just thought that I'd like to try 
Frenching you the first time." She giggled again. "Betty told Tony that you 
had a cock as big as a horse, and I don't believe that I'd like to get split 
in half, but maybe I can learn to suck. Okay, Doc? And I might have a 
surprise for you, although I'll bet you're a hard man to surprise," she 
said. 

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

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

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

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

She lay back a bit and smiled up at me. "See, Doc, you can't judge a book by 
its cover, can you?" She bent her head forward, and I lay back so that my 
tool stood up in all its tumescent glory. She grabbed it avidly with both 
hands, and it looked as if a normal-size person were choking someone's 
throat. She bounced it up and down a few times, feeling its hardness and 
pulsing, then lowered her head further. 

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

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

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

"Now," she said, grinning slyly, "as soon as we can got your cock hard 
again, I want to try something that I've dreamed of for a long time. A 
couple of years ago, I found out that whenever I wiped my butt, I sort of 
tickled myself. Then came a finger, then two-well, to be frank, Doc, I sort 
of get a charge out of anal sex-that is, what I've had of it, just 
self-induced. Now I'd like to try the real thing. Are you game?" 

"Jesus, I don't know, Cissy. You're awfully small, and my cock is bigger'n 
hell, as you know. We can go real careful, and maybe we'll make it. If it 
hurts, you just let me know, and we'll stop," I told her. 

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

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

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

"Relax, honey," I told her, and placed my cock at her anal entrance again. I 
told her to push back with her insides, like taking a big shit, and when she 
felt it start in, to relax completely. This she did, and I could feel the 
tight grip of her sphincter muscles as I slid the first inch in. I rested. 
And as I looked down at this child that I was fucking in the ass, I thought 
that my cock was half the diameter of her little buttocks. It seemed 
impossible that I could penetrate her without splitting her in half. Then 
she glanced back over her shoulder, and smiled, and said: 

"Hey, that's great, Doc. Just go slow. It feels as if I was stuffed clear 
full of hard, hot cock, and it is really wonderful. No more dildos for 
me-this is the best I've ever dreamed of. Give me a little more now." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I helped her into her Levi's and blouse, and she returned to the outer lobby 
to await Tony's completion of his "counseling session." I glanced at my 
watch and saw that it was nearly ten o'clock, time for Shirley Wilkerson, a 
new patient. 

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

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

"Doc, I need a psychiatrist. And I've heard you're good in your field." She 
smiled. "And we both know exactly what field I'm talking about, don't we? 
You dig young girls-I dig young boys. So let's get rid of all the spade work 
real fast. Can you line me up with a boy or two-about fourteen or fifteen? I 
love to take 'em and train 'em. Or maybe it's a mother complex-I can't have 
any children, and perhaps that's my hang-up. We always want what we can't 
have, I know that. Anyway, I've always been partial to little pricks, and I 
want one the worst way now, so can you fix me up?" 

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

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

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

He and Bill left through the back door, and reappeared shortly with a slim 
young boy and introduced us. I took Paul down the hall and introduced him to 
Shirley Wilkerson and left the room. I decided, since this was the first 
time in the office for each of them, to watch from my own private room and 
check the action. 

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

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

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

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

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

"There," she said, smiling as she swallowed the last drop of his come and 
sat up beside him, "that'll take some of the pressure off, so we can go 
longer from now on and have some control. Did you like that, lover? I just 
adore eating sweet young cocks, and yours was absolutely delicious. I'm 
going to have some more of that pretty soon. But now, while your little dick 
is resting and recuperating, honey, I want you to return the favor. Did you 
ever eat pussy before, Paul?" she asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I fiddled with some necessary garbage paperwork for a while, then shortly 
before eleven, Jim Fieser, the sheriff, came in. accompanied by a tall 
gentleman about fifty years old, well-dressed and conservative-looking. I 
shook hands with Weldon Stone as we were introduced, and directed Jim and 
Stone down the hall to their assigned room. In a couple of minutes, Betty 
and Linda entered, and I told them where to head. 

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

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

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

"What the goddam hell is going on here, Doc? You just blew the whole 
shebang! Do you know who's in there with Sheriff Jim? Judge Stone! The same 
son of a bitch that put me on probation .eight months ago for being a 
juvenile delinquent. Good God! How in hell did he get into our club? My God, 
Doc, we're all dead now." She was crying and hysterical. "He's sent up a 
dozen kids." 

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

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

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

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

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

"May I interrupt? And thank you my dear, just wait a moment and we'll 
resume," he told Linda. "First, let me remind you that the only children 
I've sent to reform school are the ones convicted of their second felony-and 
then only for theft or violence. Never on any moral turpitude counts. 
Because while I could never before dare to avail myself of any of the 
beautiful pussy and young tail that's been running rampant in this horny 
town, neither was I about to waste it by getting it buried in a stupid 
reform school. No, I've had to go two hundred, five hundred miles away for 
my teenage nooky, but not any more. Right, sheriff? And now, Doc, if you'll 
excuse me, I have a tender snatch staring in my hungry face that very 
definitely needs devouring. See me in about an hour if you have any further 
questions." 

With which comment he slid down before Linda's tiny crack and began licking, 
tonguing, massaging, with such enthusiasm that I was positive the dirty old 
man was very sincere in his quest for young quail. 

I returned to the office, and told Betty what had transpired. I also 
reminded her that we held the ultimate in blackmail over the old boy's head 
from now on, and anyway she was with Jim, and if she felt that she got 
screwed on the juvenile sentencing, here was her best opportunity to screw 
him-literally-in return. She blew her nose, wiped her tears, and 
philosophically went down to get what she came for. 

By the time the morning circus was over and I had dashed over to the hotel 
coffee shop for lunch and got back to the office, it began to look like 
Grand Central Station. The four young kids who had to come to me at their 
parents' request and insistence, I had assigned to individual rooms, to 
await my turns at counseling them and exploring their problems. 

Then Dorothy Wilson, Harold's wife, came in, followed almost immediately by 
Agnes Fieser, Sheriff Jim's wife. They were a little out of the pattern, and 
I sure as hell didn't have any time to waste with ordinary, run of the mill 
psychiatric patients. I didn't need the money, and I was not about to waste 
the time, either. 

I took Mrs. Wilson to my office first, promising Mrs. Fieser that it 
wouldn't be a very long wait. As I shut the door, Mrs. Wilson ("Call me 
'Dottie,' Doctor") started in with a long list of complaints-physical, 
mental, psychic, emotional. I stopped the spillover of her verbal dam with: 

" ... so get to the point, Dottie. I think that an awful lot of your 
problems are frustrations, and the rest of your headaches and hassles are 
merely the symptoms of sexual deprivation. Pardon my bluntness, but we are 
all trained to get right to the root of the matter, and I firmly believe 
that that is what's the matter." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

" ... and so we haven't had any lovemaking in over eight years. He's just 
too damned big for me, and after I had to get ten stitches when he tore me 
last time, we just agreed to skip the sex angle. But, Doc," she was almost 
pleading, begging for help, "I can't go on this way. A woman wasn't meant to 
live alone. I know he's getting some on the side, and since it's my fault, 
I've never asked any questions, but the damned road has got to run both 
ways. Right? All I want is to be loved. But I can't and won't have that 
telephone pole of his rammed up me all the time. What's the solution, Doc? 
Jim did say you were smart and discreet both. Can you help me?" she asked. 

"I think I may have the perfect solution for your little problem, Agnes," I 
told her. "Now, you'll just have to trust me, and be honest with both 
yourself and anyone that I call in for assistance. Can you do that?" 

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

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

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

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

" ... so ever since my wife died ten years ago I've sort of had a pretty 
good thing going with the high school teenagers. You gotta be careful, 
fuckin' them gets you in trouble, but if your luck holds up, and you're 
selective, it's pretty good. I've been sellin' a lot of books their parents 
might not approve of-you know, Roth, Harold Robbins-all the goodies, and 
then sometimes I move a few French ticklers and some small dildoes and 
things like that. Hell, a drugstore sells everything except drugs and 
prescriptions nowadays, Doc. Incidentally, if you run any prescriptions 
through my place, I always pay a 20% kickback. Keep it in mind-it can add up 
over the years. But anyway, as I was saying, I even used to use a little 
Spanish fly-cantharides euphonium, you know-in some of the sophomores' cokes 
at the soda fountain, and in six minutes they'd be in the back room with me, 
wondering if I had something to 'take care of this awful itch'-and I sure as 
hell did. Man, I was making out like a burglar. Then you come to town, And, 
Doc, frankly, I haven't had any young cunt since two weeks after you hit 
town. Naturally, I get a little bit snoopy, and hey I how about that-old 
Doc's got the corner on the market. A real monopoly. Now don't misunderstand 
me, old man, I'm not competitive. I just want a piece of the action. And I 
mean a young piece. No more high school quim stops in my drugstore with the 
hots. No more tender nooky hangs around my soda fountain waitin' for my 
rigid digit. Damn and double damn, Doc. You really shut off the fountain of 
youth. Well, hell, I always say, if you can't whup 'em, join 'em. So here I 
am, volunteering. Can you fix me up, old buddy?" 

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

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

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

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

After lunch, I got a phone call from Betty. I had more or less designated 
her as a confidant and leader, and trusted her judgment as to the 
receptivity of the younger girls. She said that Susan Shaw, Jim Fieser's 
stepdaughter, was hot to trot and would like to try it. I told her to bring 
her over this afternoon, and we'd see what developed. I had Tony lining up 
half a dozen other young boys, because I could see that the sisterhood in 
this town was spreading the word on their gossipy grapevine, and it looked 
as if it were truly pyramiding. 

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

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

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

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

I had disrobed and approached Sue and we sat down on the bed. I saw Betty 
across the room on the couch, idly and slowly massaging her crotch, and knew 
that as soon as I finished indoctrinating little Sue, and was able to get it 
up again, that I'd be expected to take good and total care of Betty, too. 
Okay by me-can't get too much of a good thing, I always say. 

I put my arm around Sue's shoulders and let my hand drop over and cuddle her 
large young tit that sprang so invitingly toward my touch. We leaned 
together, and the kiss she gave me, so soft and meltingly warm and loving, 
made my cock start throbbing and filling. Her hand crept over onto my lap, 
but she didn't grab my tool, she just stroked the full length of its upper 
surface, and the hot touch of her palm along its top was so tickly that it 
began rising of its own accord. She then tried to grip it in her tiny hand, 
but could only reach part way around it, so the other hand helped, and she 
gripped it firmly at the base and lifted and lowered alternately on the 
skin. In no time it was at full erection, with a good six inches protruding 
beyond her two-handed grasp. 

"Now, Sue honey," I said, "what you'd better do is blow me for a minute, 
while I play with you and warm you up, too." I pushed her head down gently 
toward my glands and she promptly placed her mouth over the head of my cock. 
I almost had to laugh at her next gesture. She actually tried to blow! Betty 
saw what was happening, and came over to the bed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Little child, whether you know it or not, Jim has actually been courting 
you. He doesn't even know it himself, really, but he's in love with you-or 
your body, or what you stand for, to be precise. He'd give his right arm and 
left nut to make love to you, but moral inhibitions and stupid early 
training have kept him in control so far." A sudden thought hit me. "Is your 
Paul a slim, blonde boy that's a good friend of Tony's?" 

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

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

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

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

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

 CHAPTER VI 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why, yes, Jim, it just happens to be someone you know. Pretty well. It's 
Susan. Mmmmmm, hmmm, your stepdaughter," I studied his reaction, "Whoa, now, 
Jim-don't say it. Think it over. She was in here. I left her a virgin, 
because this kid is really hung up on you. Worships you. Both as a father 
and as a man. As a public officer. As a good provider. Every way that a girl 
or a woman looks at a man, she is positive that you are the greatest. Okay, 
prove it. Be the most perfect lover. I know you want her-you've said so. And 
I know that it is a lot more than just a piece of young tail. ! can tell 
that by the way you've raised her, and treated her. You've been her lover-in 
your mind, in your dreams, in your fantasies-for a long time. She's the 
ideal girl, in your brain. Admit it-isn't that correct?" I was pressing him 
now. 

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, Doc, you've got it pinned down to the nitty-gritty, 
all right. But how can a man sleep with his own daughter?" 

"Relax, Jim. You used the phrase 'sleep with,' instead of 'fuck'-that tells 
me right there that you'll be gentle and perfect for her. You respect her. 
You're not just using her crotch for your own selfish release, which, 
frankly, is what usually goes on around here. So unless someone complains to 
the authorities, ha-ha, what is the rumble? You two aren't blood relations, 
and if you were ever divorced or widowed, you could legally marry Susan. So 
forget your goddam Protestant ethics and start living honestly with your 
needs, desires, dreams, ideas and ideals. You just might be surprised at 
what all develops this afternoon. In more ways than one," I added. 

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

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

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

I slipped down the hall to my examining room with the hidden peephole into 
Room Seven, and arrived just in time to see Jim enter, turn and shut the 
door, and lock it. When he turned around, it was to face a nude and very 
lovely Susan. Her face turned white at the sight of her stepfather, and for 
a moment I thought that she was going to either panic and scream, or faint. 
She did neither, due to Jim's opener. 

"Doc sent me to you, Susan dear. You need me and I need you. And your love. 
It's been too long, little angel. So just relax." I was amazed at the crude 
old boy spouting such smooth talk; but then, he'd probably gone over in his 
mind a thousand times what he'd say if he ever had Susan available. I could 
see her relax, and the color came back into her face and her bashful, 
youthful smile graced her pretty face. 

"Hi, Daddy. This is a surprise, I'll admit. Doc didn't say anything to me." 
She hesitated and looked up. "But I knew you were one of his 'patients'-the 
grapevine spreadeth, you know." She smiled. "Get out of those clothes if 
you're uncomfortable." She walked directly up to him, put her arms around 
his shoulders, and kissed him full on the mouth. I could see that her tongue 
had entered his opening mouth, his hands grabbed her bare hips, and they 
melted into a pliant single body. 

As they broke loose from the passionate kiss, I could hear her, "I've wanted 
that kind of kiss from you for so long, Daddy. Don't think I'm naughty, 
please-I'm a woman now, and I think like a woman, and I know that you and 
Mom, well, you ... well, you know, you sleep apart, and all that, and I was 
just hoping you needed and wanted me and my love as much as I do yours, 
Daddy. Does that make an ounce of sense to you?" She was unbuttoning his 
shirt as she talked, and he was kicking his shoes off. 

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

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

She rolled over on her back and gradually spread her richly ripe thighs 
apart as his face reached the promised land. His huge hands reached and slid 
under her buttocks and hoisted her crotch a foot in the air so that this 
face was looking directly into her virginally tender love nest. I could see 
the glistening juices starting to form on the lips of her sweet pussy as he 
bent his head toward the answer to all his dreams. His tongue shot out and 
licked softly at the fluid-covered slit and her body tensed with the 
tickling ecstasy of his passionate embrace. 

"Oh, Daddy," I heard her murmur as her hips thrashed about in his firm but 
gentle grasp. "Oh, yes, that feels good. So wonderful. Oh, Daddy, I've 
wanted that for so long. Yes, right there, yes, yes, ooooooohhhhhh! Don't 
ever stop. Oh, love, I'm coming! Now, now, NOW! Whew! Oh, God, that was 
perfect, Daddy, Hey, slow down. I'll melt, lover. Oh, that hurts!" He had 
inserted one finger a few inches into her slickly hot cunt. "But go ahead. 
Be gentle, that's all. Oh, yes, I want you to do everything to me, 
Daddy-lover. I need you and want you and love you oh, so much," she was 
moaning and whimpering. 

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

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

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

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

"Now just lie back and relax, honey child. We can take our time and do this 
properly," Jim told her. "Hell, for once I wish I didn't have such a damned 
big cock. I don't want to hurt you, Sue." 

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

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

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

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

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

"Omigod, that's only a third of it! I thought sure you were clear in, Daddy. 
Whew! Maybe I won't be able to take all of it. At least not the first time. 
Would that disappoint you, honey?" she asked plaintively. 

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

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

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

"Now that the worst part is over, Jim-Daddy, we can settle down to good, 
tender lovin' whenever we want to, can't we? Oh, darling, I've been in love 
with you ever .since you and Mom got married. You're my hero, did you know 
that? O' course, now what do we do? We can't hurt Mom, but we've got our 
love to take care of, too, haven't we?" she asked. 

"We'll have to work something out," he said. "This damned small town 
wouldn't go for my divorcing your mother and marrying you, we both know 
that, but there's gotta be some way to get around all the headaches. Maybe 
I'll talk it over with Doc-he's a sure-enough smart man-he'll probably 
figure some way out for us," Jim said. 

I slid my peephole closed and left them to their billing and cooing and 
getting better acquainted. I had a lot to do in short order. I went down the 
hall to the room that contained young Tony and Agnes Fieser, and asked them 
to please join Bill and Shirley Wilkerson in the next room. Then, two doors 
down, I put Tom-and Dottie Wilson in with Dan and Sally Walker. While these 
happy foursomes were switching and swapping and enjoying the new 
arrangements, I got Betty and Linda and Harold and Judge Stone together in 
one room, and Lucy, Cissy, Bob Cook and old Richardson together for a little 
variety. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wanted more of my ministrations. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Folks," I said, "the time has come for me to move on. I'll be closing my 
office here in Somerset in just two days, and I already have another suite 
of offices all rented and outfitted in another town, in fact in another 
state. No one here in Somerset will ever find me, unless by some far-out 
coincidence you happen to move where I am. And that's a very slim chance, 
because I've seen to it that way. We have had a pleasant, no, a truly 
wonderful interlude here. The town, and especially its charming and 
beautiful little girls, has been the nicest experience of my life. I knew 
when I came here that there was no possibility of my remaining permanently. 
However, you all have been good to me, and I am positive that I've been able 
to help you in many ways-emotionally, physically, and mentally. Quite 
possibly you'll come to appreciate it even more over the years. Remember the 
lessons we've shared here-pass them on to the next pupil. For God's sake, 
rather for your own sakes, get rid of any and all inhibitions and 
repressions you have, don't acquire any more new ones, and you sure as hell 
shouldn't pass any on to your children. The world will mess them up 
enough-you folks do all you can to prevent it. Okay? 

"Another thing that I wanted to touch upon, and then we'll have a little 
roundtable discussion. I think that young Betty here should probably be 
elected captain or queen or whatever you wish to call it, to represent and 
recruit and screen any future applicants in her age group. Tony could handle 
the young boys, and Alice knows most of the women in town. I suggest that 
Sheriff Jim Fieser ride head honcho on the men, for several reasons. And it 
would sure as hell pay all of you to see that he is reelected term after 
term if you want any protection. He and Judge Stone can keep it out of the 
limelight, I'm sure. In fact, Jim, if you'll stay after a few minutes, with 
your family, and you, too, Paul, I want to chat with you all a bit. Now, are 
there any questions that any of the rest of you have?" I asked. 

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

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

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

"Sue, you and Paul should get married as soon as possible." I shushed the 
hubbub that ensued. "Listen, ! generally have good and valid reasons for my 
remarks, don't I?" I asked. They agreed. "Okay, the purpose of that would be 
to let the young 'honeymooners' move in with you and Agnes, Jim-a natural 
enough move, when a young couple is having a hard time financially at the 
start, so no one will think anything of it. Then, and this is the crux of 
the matter: Jim and Sue will set up their own love life, and Paul and, Agnes 
will have the same bedroom. Now, don't give me that stunned look-we all know 
you two adults haven't had any kind of a marriage, and frankly, you never 
will. But you like and respect each other, I know that. Agnes is a good 
housekeeper and mother, Jim, you've got to admit. And Jim is a good 
provider, Agnes, and devoted to your daughter, and you have security and 
protection, so there's no sense at all in having a divorce and a scandal 
when it can all be handled so conveniently for all concerned. 

"Five or ten years from now," I went on, "possibly other arrangements will 
have to be made. People change, and no one can predict the future, but for 
the immediate and foreseeable few years, this setup could be ideal for all 
four of you, and satisfy the mores of Somerset in the bargain. Paul is just 
eighteen, and you can give your consent for Susan, so they can get married 
right away. I know damn well the town gossips will start counting the 
months, figuring they had to get married, so for God's sake, stay on the 
pill, both of you women. And in public, play it straight. Well that's about 
it, folks." 

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

EPILOGUE 

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

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

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

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

"Problems?" I asked, casually. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy hunting. 


THE END
