Chapter 6
The next morning, George awakened in high spirits. He felt like a young bridegroom on his wedding day. That night another redskin would bite the dust-or, in this case, the towel. He wondered vaguely which of the remaining virgins would draw the high card tonight. It really didn't matter. They were both damned pretty girls. Sally had bigger tits but she also had quite a round little tummy that might get in his way. Oh well, he would enter that tunnel when he came to it. He hummed and whistled happily as he showered and shaved. He felt like a sheik in a Turkish harem having a new virgin offered up to him each night. He was secretly proud of his performance the night before. It was surprising that a man of his age still possessed such sexual stamina. Absently, he wondered how long he could keep up an active membership in this virgin-of-the-day club.
Betty came over a little after eight and got Jimmy up and gave him his bath and breakfast and took him out to play. George wondered if she might feel sexually neglected and expect him to give her a little action. Maybe she was beginning to regret her generosity to her close friends. In any event, there wasn't much he could do about it. He had to save his strength for the evening. Perhaps, just to be on the safe side, he had better leave a note for her and get out of the house for the day. In that way, he wouldn't be tempted to spread himself too thin in the sex department.
He went down to the Barrel Inn and shot a few games of pool with some of his buddies. He drank nothing but plain tomato juice. The bartender referred to them as "Virgin Marys." He was tempted to celebrate with a few bourbons or, at least, beers but knew that a long drinking session would only lessen his sexual capabilities. When his friends urged him to have a real drink he made some vague references to an upset stomach. The hours dragged by at a snail's pace. It was almost as though someone had magnetized his watch. When lunch time finally arrived he went to a cheap oyster bar he had heard of and treated himself to a dozen raw oysters. At two o'clock he bought a ticket and entered an X-rated double-feature movie. It was sexually explicit, all right. There were so many "cum shots" that the manager probably had to mop up the first two rows of seats after every performance. The whores of both sexes who had done their thing for the camera projected from the screen like rank amateurs by his newly established standards. When one of the actresses would go down on a guy's cock she would let the cum run out of her mouth to prove that the scene was for real and not faked. In the screwing episodes the guy would always pull out of the girl's twat at the crucial moment so that the audience got the questionable benefit of watching the guys cock twitch and shoot its load of jism all over the girl's stomach or buttocks. In one oral sequence the woman pulled off of the guy's cock just in time so that he shot his load full into her face. Obviously, the producer thought that cock cream either ingested or injected into one of the broads in the cast was simply a cum wasted. Once in a while George would look around and observe the reaction of the audience. Some of the woman-hungry guys his age were jacking-off as they watched the action on screen. A month or so before he might have been moved to do the same thing. Thanks to Betty and her friends he could save his hard-on and look forward to active participation in all the sex acts depicted on the flickering screen. After an hour or so he got bored with the constant repetition of sex but forced himself to sit through the entire performance as the quickest way to kill time while waiting for his private harem to assemble and the one-man orgy to begin.
Betty had already gotten Jimmy bedded down for the night when he got home. She was nervous and edgy and kept lighting cigarettes, taking three deep puffs on them and then grinding them out. He knew that she wanted a little sex. When she bent over to pick up a match she had dropped he ran his hand up the back of her skirt. She was wearing no panties. His continued enjoyment of her friends' bodies relied on his keeping her happy. Well, there was one way he could safely do that. He led her over and sat her down on the edge of Fred's desk and dropped to his knees in front of her as he shoved up her skirt and addressed himself to her hairy little box. She understood his purpose and seemed pleased to settle for having him eat out her cunt in order to relieve her sexual frustrations without depleting his own seminal reserves. She ran her fingers through his hair as he buried his face in her bush and licked and slurped at the juicy gash while she squirmed and cooed happily. Suddenly, she started to giggle. Looking up he saw that she still had the cigarette in her mouth. She reached behind her for an ashtray as she grinned down at him, "I hope it won't bother you if I smoke while you're eating."
Again he was impressed with the difference in taste and smell between her and the hairy blonde, Cathy. He loved the heady flavor of her cunt. Cathy the night before had been a light May wine. Betty was an aged Port. Her clit began to grow and soon the little head peeked out of its protective hood. He treated it to a thorough tongue massage before sucking it into his lips and kissing and nibbling on it as he shoved two fingers into her pussy and lifted her closer to his face. He felt the clutching at his embedded fingers as the muscular spasm of her orgasm came and went. He stayed on it until he was sure that she had enjoyed every final moment of the sweet experience. The taste of her cunt was strong on his lips as he removed his head from beneath her skirts and got to his feet. She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He had almost forgotten how she enjoyed tasting her pussy on his lips.
Betty seemed quite calm and content after his oral attentions to her furry slit. She smoothed her skirts and emptied the ashtrays while waiting for her friends to arrive. She wasn't half as anxious to see them as George was. They were late tonight and for a while he was afraid that perhaps they weren't coming at all. It was nearly seven o'clock when the doorbell rang and the three sexy schoolgirls came in together, explaining that Sally had encountered a little difficulty getting out since an aunt had arrived unexpectedly from out of town. She had finally broken away.
Once more George marveled at the instant transformation from clothed little girls to unclothed women. Since they were getting off to a late start, none of them had any patience with preliminaries. Betty and Cathy already knew that their roles tonight would be those of inactive voyeurs. Betty produced the cards for George to shuffle and placed them face down on the table. Margo made a shallow cut from the top of the deck and left her pile face down in front of her. Sally took a thicker stack from the remainder of the deck. The two girls turned them up at the same time. Margo had drawn the eight of spades, and Sally, the five of clubs. It was to be Margo's night of nights.
George had assembled all of the equipment for the occasion. First he had the naked nymph lay back of the desk where he had eaten Betty's snatch earlier. He directed her to spread her legs wide and grasp them behind the knees and hold them high and wide apart while they examined her hymen in the first step of the before-and-after view of it. To encourage her he gave her a little kiss on the clit and she squealed in delight and opened even wider to give them all a full view of her inner sex. George held the little pocket flashlight to the mouth of her pink cavern. He pointed out to the others that Margo's hymen was different from Cathy's in that it was what is known as a septet hymen. There was the same hole, about the size of his pinkie in the center of the delicate pink natural diaphragm except that there was a thin cord of membrane across the center dividing it into two separate semi-circular orifices. This cord would have to be broken before the already-swollen knob of his cock could cram its way into the small hole stretching it until it ripped to allow him full entry. The girls seemed fascinated by the slight anatomical difference.
He wanted to spread the souvenir towel on the rug but the girls suggested that since they had such a fine view with her laying back on the desk this way that it serve as the sacrificial altar for the night. Betty brought in two padded back chairs from the dining table and put these several feet apart and hung the backs of Margo's knees over the backs of them while George took his position between them. Margo was spread open and raised up as though she were in the stirrups of an obstetrician's examining table. George reached up and kneaded her firm young breasts with his hands and pinched at the nipples until they got firm and stood erect like twin pencil erasers in the center of the half-dollar-size beige aureoles that became covered with little bumps of gooseflesh. While he massaged her boobs he allowed the spongy head of his big cock to graze lightly against the little patch of soft brown pubic hairs and the slightly puffy lips of her vagina. He began to run his hands over her body lower and lower until he was caressing the pubic mound and she became so inflamed that she reached-out and grabbed his stiff staff and stroked it admiringly and hefted his large balls in her hands. Falling to his knees as he had earlier before Betty, he began to lick and tongue-tickle her rosy beige slit with the brown fur collar. He dug his tongue deep into her until he could lick the very little hymen that he would soon destroy. She began to get very juicy indeed and by the time he sucked her clitoris until she reached a climax from his oral attentions her cunt was nice and creamy which would make the initial entry into her tight sex thimble easier. When he got up they all noticed that the glans of his throbbing burning staff was heavily coated with its own clear pre-coital lubricating fluids as though it realized what lay ahead of it and was anxious to grease the ways to make for a smooth christening and launch into womanhood. The same breathless hush fell over the little group as though some circus performer was about to go into his death-defying act.
Little Margo bit her lip and began to shiver as though she were having a chill. As anxious as she was to go through the erotic initiation into adult sex, she was still a frightened young girl. George rubbed the slippery head of his roaring hard-on up and down the girl's sex slit trying to arouse and calm her at the same time. Her trembling only increased. He began to feel afraid. Perhaps his huge cock would prove to be more than the child could handle. Suppose he tore her open or did some internal damage to her. She might run to her parents and he would be unmasked as a dirty male pedophile and charged with carnal abuse or perhaps even statutory rape. He was a fool to take such a chance. He could safely enjoy all the sex he could handle just with Betty and perhaps Cathy. He moved back breaking all contact with her sex.
"I don't think our little friend Margo wants to go through with it. Perhaps she isn't ready to become a woman yet," he told the others.
There was a groan of disappointment from the other girls until Margo clutched at his huge cock and screamed hysterically, "I am, too, ready and I do want to go through with it. I know that it will hurt like crazy for a little while before it begins to feel good but the other kids say it is worth it. It's just that I've always been afraid of pain. Please, you mustn't stop now. If you do I may never get up my nerve to try it again. Please, George. You've got to put that big thing in my little hole, even if it kills me. I've got to have it. Just, please, go ahead and do it. The longer you wait the more frightened I become. Come on and fuck me like you promised to. If Betty and Cathy lived through it, I'm sure I will, too. Please, don't stop now. I'll never tell anybody no matter how badly you hurt me. Can't you understand, I've got to have it and yet I can't help being afraid? Please. Cram your big cock in my little cunt until you smash my cherry and ram it all the way in and make a woman of me. Now!"
George looked around at the other girls and they all nodded silently and murmured little words of comfort and encouragement to the frightened youngster. Now the die was cast. No matter what the outcome, George knew that he couldn't stop now. His cock was throbbing so for that virgin pussy that he threw caution and pangs of conscience to the wind and moved in for the kill.
"Let me know if it hurts you too bad and I'll try to stop if I can," he told the child as he guided the swollen sticky head between the inner vaginal lips and gently eased it inside the mouth of her tiny immature sex hole. Cathy and Betty held her legs firmly apart over the backs of the chairs and George pressed firmly forward until he encountered the hymen. The thin cord of her separated hymen worked into the slit of his glans as if to indicate that he was dead on target. Her cunt began to tremble violently as fear took over the involuntary control of her internal muscles.
"Hang on tight, Margo. I'll be as gentle as I can but sometimes it takes a lot of force to do the job," he told her soothingly as he increased the forward pressure into the tight little hole in the center of her inner diaphragm.
Margo bit down on her wrist as if to stifle the scream that she knew would come when he tore into her. George gripped her hip bones securely and pulled her toward him over the edge of the desk as he lunged forward into her. Her muffled scream startled them all but he felt the cord stretch and break and the glans of his cock crammed into the tiny stricture and was trapped as it snapped tight around his corona and held him in a bear-trap grip. He couldn't pull out now if he wanted to. The only way out was by going further and further in, stretching the tight little stricture until it ripped and made room for more comfortable entry. At the moment he felt like the little mouse who was too intent on getting his head out of the trap to care whether he got any cheese or not. He pulled back as much as he could, thinking to stretch it in both directions. Now he rammed forward again feeling the tight ring slip a little further back on his shaft. What if he got all the way in and the tough little diaphragm still didn't tear? He would be trapped in there and they would have to be cut apart. No, that was silly. If such a thing did happen he would have the girls play with his balls and suck them until he came inside of Margo. Then his cock would shrink and he could pull it out of the tender trap in which he was now caught. The girl was sobbing steadily now as he crammed it into her a fraction of an inch at a time. The going was rough. He felt like he was trying to shove a size-twelve foot into a size-four boot. He could no longer even attempt to be gentle. He lunged into her, viciously feeling the tight annular constriction forced back further and further towards the base of his prick. He was sweating like a pig from the supreme effort. Sally moped his brow with a handkerchief. It was like those scenes in the surgery movies. With one final violent lunge forward he felt the hymen tear and the force of his thrust plus the removal of the obstruction buried him in the young girl's cunt clear to the hilt. It also made the maiden blood squirt out all over his balls. He remained still now, fully buried in her virgin tunnel of love, conscious of the blood oozing out of the mouth of her torn vagina. Her sobbing had stopped now and he looked down at the child, fearful that she had fainted. She was staring bug-eyed up at him and a faint smile crossed her lips and she wrinkled up her nose as she looked up into his sweating face.
Almost as if that pixie expression had triggered it, suddenly a miraculous thing happened. All of the tightly constricted muscles and sidewalk of her little cunt relaxed and dilated to twice or more their original size as though they had been inflated with a bicycle pump until that virgin sex tunnel accommodated his huge dong as comfortably as though she had been taking it inside of her for years.
"It's all the way inside me now, isn't it. I mean, I've taken it all in. There isn't any more to go. I could take it all after all. And you know something? It doesn't hurt a bit now. It feels quite comfortable. I'm sorry I was such a baby about it. It really did hurt like hell at first but it doesn't anymore. The girls were right. It only hurts for a little while. Now make it feel good. Fuck me and make my cunt cum to your beautiful big prick. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a woman now and I want to be fucked by a real man like you. Come on, George, fuck me good and proper," she was smiling broadly now, not only at George but also at the other girls who smiled back reassuringly.
George stroked in and out of her easily now, taking long slow trips almost all the way out and then all the way back in. He moved forward and upward some so as to rub firmly against her clit with every inch of every stroke.
"Oh, that's wonderful. That's heavenly. I never dreamed that it would feel this good. I've never felt such a yummy sensation in all my life. Don't stop now. Not yet. Fuck me and make me cum time and time again and then soothe my burning torn little snatch with the sweet ointment of your balls and rub it in with the lovely applicator of your prick. Oh, I love it. Get it even deeper inside of me if you can."
George quickened and strengthened his pace now and rammed in and out of her like a pile driver as she moaned in ecstasy until at last she let out a little gasp.
"Oh, God, it's happening. It's finally happening. I'm going to cum to a real prick in my pussy. Oh, George, you dear precious man. I'm so glad I saved it for you. Fuck me deeper, George. Fuck me all the way down inside my creamy cooze and let me flood your dear cock with my virgin deep cunt cum. Now, baby ... oh yes ... nowwwwww! Can you feel it? Can you feel my cunt cuming all over your big wonderful cock?"
Her inner rings of vaginal muscles clutched and squeezed at him as she went through what must be the greatest climax of her young lifetime. When the lengthy spasm had passed she seemed to dilate even more and George was amazed at how such a tight little girl virgin vagina could transform itself so quickly into the huge womanly cunt he felt now. It was as though there was still room enough to get his balls in, too.
He began to fuck her slowly and tenderly now sometimes pulling all the way out and tickling her vaginal lips as he worked just the head of it in and out of them and then massaged her swollen clit with the hot spongy glans before sinking it full length back into the newly cavernous sex tube of the newly arrived adult woman in front of him. He was pacing his strokes now to provide himself with the maximum pleasure and soon he forced through the soft moist vaginal lips on what he knew would be a last plunge into her depths. As the head of his burning staff rubbed against her delicate uterus he gushed forth his white offering into the very depths of her sex. God, but she had a soft, tender cunt.
When Margo felt the welcome warm flood drenching her innermost sex parts, it triggered a second orgasm and she squeezed and milked his still-ejaculating cock until she had extracted every last drop of its precious fluids.
"God, Cathy was right. There is nothing quite so wonderful as to feel a man's prick swell up and cum inside of your cunt. It made me cum again the moment I felt it. I'm glad I waited for a man instead of getting off to a bad start with some stupid boy. Oh, George, thank you. You have given me a wonderful introduction into the world of grown-up women. I'll never forget you." Her smile was flushed now and aimed at George but she shared it with the other girls who had served as a sort of bridesmaids of the nuptial couch.
When George backed off and let his cock slip from her creamy cunt, he noticed that the puddle of red on the towel was fully twice the size that Cathy had deposited on hers.
They helped her up from the desk then and unhooked her legs from over the chair backs. She clutched the towel close to her flowing stretched snatch and started for the bathroom.
"Don't wash the towel or throw it away," George called after her.
There were a few cans of beer left in the refrigerator and George distributed them now. Again the girls were in high spirits as their little club had initiated yet another member.
When Margo returned from the bathroom George gave her a beer and excused himself. He found the towel piled in a heap next to the trash basket and carried it to his room and spread it out carefully on top of the dresser. The red spot was huge and streaked liberally with white, like a slice of some crazy cherry marble cake. It would make a prized addition to his collection. From the top drawer he removed three envelopes upon which he had already written separate names of the three girls. He also picked up a pair of scissors.
Back in the den he announced, "Call me a silly sentimentalist if you like but I would like a little highly personal souvenir of each of you," he brandished the scissors and the envelopes as he spoke.
The three girls giggled excitedly as he clipped a large clump of cunt hair from each of their bushes and allowed it to fall into the appropriate envelope. Sally's turn would come the following night.
It had become their custom that each girl was entitled to two drainings of his balls as well as having their cunt lapped. Later that evening, George wondered if Margo, like Cathy, would want to be fucked up her virgin rump. When the time came Margo made her personal preferences known in no uncertain terms.
"Now that I know what your beautiful prick feels like I'm anxious to find out what it tastes like. Unlike my friends here, I have never gone down on a guy so you may have to be patient with me and all of you help to teach me how to do it. I have a virgin mouth where sex is concerned and I don't want to be a virgin there anymore."
Her announcement brought George to an almost-immediate erection. There is nothing quite so flattering to a man as having a beautiful, sexy young woman state that she has never sucked a cock before but that she wants to do it to him.
What young Margo lacked by way of experience at the gentle art of giving head she more than made up for in sincere effort. First, she licked him all over as she had seen her friends do. Then, she managed to stretch her jaws enough that she could take the swollen head and a bite more into her mouth. George had hoped that her small mouth might suddenly distend as much as her tight snatch had but it never happened, as hard as she tried. She pressed down on it in diligent effort but her mouth was shallow and when the spongy glans ran into the back of her mouth she seemed unable to master the art of directing it down her throat even though the other girls made helpful suggestions as she kept trying. At length she had to struggle to get even half of it in her mouth and settled for gently stroking the base of his staff and massaging his balls with her hands while she sucked on the portion she could orally handle.
As George watched the young girl trying so hard to learn to become a proficient cocksucker, he was struck with the realization that this was one area in which extremes were most attractive. A sincere amateurish effort was almost as erotically thrilling as a highly professional performance. The most disappointing and frustrating experiences came from those who committed the act as a sort off duty rather than pleasure, such as his dear late wife and from those who took a sort of half-hearted approach to the whole thing. As he watched the pretty little brunette whom he had recently deflowered, giving his throbbing prick the benefit of her very best efforts and striving to do ever more, he came to the conclusion that in order to be a really good cocksucker a girl has to really want to suck your cock. Expert technique and proficient performance are strictly secondary to the sincerity of her desire to please. There was surely no dearth of desire in this young Margo. Perhaps, as with any other art form, practice would make perfect. He determined that one night, when he could afford it, he would take the eager-to-learn young girl to see the movie, "Deep Throat." Perhaps she could learn much by watching a real expert gobble the huge monster.
She tried so desperately to force more and more of his meat into her mouth that she began to gag and choke and the little swallowing gestures were stimulating, indeed. George was getting very close to pop his wad. Then, suddenly, she developed a severe case of the hiccups. Even then she didn't stop but the little muscular spasms of her oral cavity as she kept hiccupping were a wild new thrill. Never before had he had his cock sucked by a girl with the hiccups.
Moments later he felt the eruption start deep in his balls. He grabbed her head and held it firmly down on his near-bursting prick for fear she might choke and try to pull off and ruin everything as he started to cum in her mouth. Then the dam burst and he was gushing out his heavy hot seminal discharge into her virgin lips. To his surprise she made no effort to pull away even though she nearly drowned by the heavy outpouring from his swollen glans. She sputtered and gagged and some of his frothy fluid came out of her nostrils and trickled from the corners of her mouth but she made a valiant effort to swallow all he had to offer. She stayed right on it until he was thoroughly ball-drained and had shrunk back to almost normal size. Now she managed to get it all in her mouth and kept her tongue working it over until he could stand it no longer and had to force her face off of his spent cock.
Her eyes were watering and the juices still flowed from her nose and mouth but she kept gulping and swallowing even when she came off of it and she looked up and treated him with another of those proud little smiles of hers and wrinkled up her nose at him.
"Why, it's delicious!" she exclaimed suddenly in great surprise, "It reminds me of the creamed kelp I had once in one of those health-food restaurants."
He patted her tits reassuringly and then, before they got dressed and called it a night, they all wanted to get the "after" look at her newly opened sex passageway. Margo assumed her widespread position on the edge of the desk and they all peered in as the flashlight revealed the remnants of the torn hymen and the creamy interior of her now-adult cunt.
Time had again run out on them and Betty went to check on Jimmy and then they all dressed and left quickly.
George felt somehow older this evening than he had the night before as he made his way back to his room and inked in Margo's name, age and the date on the border of the towel with the huge red stain at its center.
"Three down, one to go," he told himself proudly as he crawled into bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
These sexy young broads might be the death of him yet but he couldn't think of a pleasanter way for a dirty old man to go.