Chapter 5
A few days before, I had contacted the real estate agent that had my budding and had rented the adjoining suite of offices, making a total of seven rooms that I now occupied, all connected through both connecting doors and the hallway. I had furnished them with studio couches so they made into beds, and was all set to expand the operation that was going so smoothly.
I had set a sliding scale of prices for my counseling sessions: horny old men paid fifty bucks an hour, oversexed women paid forty an hour for young boys, and the parents of the kids, who furnished entertainment, paid me twenty-five dollars a trip. Things were turning up roses. And greenbacks, my favorite flowers.
Glancing at my schedule book, I saw that Sally and Alice were booked for nine with young Tony and Bill for partners, and at ten I had a new woman, Shirley Wilkerson, down for a preliminary interview. At eleven the sheriff was bringing one of his friends, a very discreet one, he reassured me, and I had penciled in Betty and Linda for them. I felt that little Lucy should have another couple days of rest after such a wild trip on her cherry-popping orgy.
The afternoon was really swamped -- four young boys, sent by their folks for evaluation and possible counseling, a call from Bob Cook, the druggist, "to sort of talk some things over, Doc," he'd said, and appointments for two women -- both of them married, incidentally. Harold Wilson's wife, and Mrs. James Fieser, the sheriff's spouse. I was wondering, with a small foreboding, what the hell they'd want, when my lobby bell rang.
I greeted Alice and Sally, and they introduced me to two other women that had accompanied them, Pauline and Matilda Sorenson. Pauline was the typing teacher at the high school, and Matilda was her old-maid sister. Alice roomed at the apartment house they owned and ran, and they had confided in her to the extent that Alice had brought them along in hopes that I could fix them up, too. I sent them all back into an office and said I'd see what I could do.
Tony and Bill came in shortly, hot with anticipation. They had in tow a flat-chested girl in Levis.
"The folks went away for the weekend, Doc, and Cissy has to stay where I can watch her. I couldn't get rid of her, honest. She follows me everywhere. I told her she'd have to sit in the lobby and read magazines while we had counseling, but that didn't faze her. So give her something to read, Doc, and we can begin." He was grinning at the thought of the. delights he'd have while his baby sister was bored to death. I sent Bill down the hall to where the four women were, and then talked to Tony in. the hall where no one could_ hear us.
"You two have hit the jackpot today, Tony. There are four women waiting in there right now. Can you think of another boy who likes a grown woman? Someone you can trust? There's an acre of tits in there that needs taking care of, and just the two of you, you and Bill, would die -- happily, I have no doubt-trying to satisfy all four of them."
"Sure, Doc. Hell, I can get a couple guys in five minutes. Guys we can trust -- they were in the club," he said.
"Swell. Go out the back door, across the parking lot, and come back in the same way. That way, you kid sister'll never know," I told him. He was off at a gallop.
I returned to my desk in the lobby and smiled at Cissy. "What would you like to read?" I asked the kid.
"I doubt very much if you have anything to appeal to me," the little girl replied. "I've always been quite precocious and I just read specialized things, something that I can learn from. None of those trashy women's magazines or that silly junk."
"How old are you, Cissy?" I figured ten, maybe eleven, judging from her as-yet-undeveloped body.
"Nineteen. Or I will be, in a few months. And I'm in the same grade Tony is -- I skipped a couple of grades." She hesitated, then looked me right in the eye. "I know what they're all doing in there, Doc."
I stared at her. "What do you mean, Cissy?"
"They're fucking. Tony and Bill and two women that are old enough to be their mothers." She giggled. "Surprised I knew, Doc? You shouldn't be. I know more about sex and loving than both of those dumb boys put together. Even if I am a virgin," she stated defiantly.
"Wow! Well, young lady, without conceding your guess of what's going on in there, may I ask where you got all of those ideas?" I asked her.
She tossed her long blond hair back from her face. "Easy, Doc. I eavesdrop. I've got every room at home bugged -- wired for sound. Electronics is one of my hobbies. And Tony and Bill were bragging to each other about their last session. So I forced them to let me tag along today. They don't know I know. But I thought it's about time for my indoctrination, too. I've read all the plain-wrapper books, I've got about thirty of 'em, but I've never been with a man. Boys bore me, they're so stupid and self-centered. So here I am. Now, what do you intend to do with me?"
Damned good question, I thought to thyself. I took a deep breath. Hell of a note. "What would you like me to do, you cute little blackmailer?" I rejoined.
"Well, like I said, I'm a virgin, so I thought that I'd like to try frenching you the first time." She giggled again. "Betty told Tony that you had a cock as big as a horse, and I sure don't want to get split in half, but maybe I can learn to suck. O.K., Doc? And I might have a surprise for you, although I'll bet you're a hard man to surprise," she said astutely, with a cute smile.
"You are a precocious little devil, Cissy. And I agree -- you're far too small yet for intercourse. How big are you -- about five feet?" I asked.
"Four feet ten, and I weigh eighty-four pounds," she said. "But let's get started -- I want to see if it's half as great as all the books say it is."
I led her down the hall to my own private office and locked the door behind us. She was starting to disrobe as I turned around, and her tiny body looked so delicate and crushable that I began getting aroused as I slid out of my clothing. There was just the trace of breasts beginning to bud, and there was no trace of fuzz or hair on her pink cunt slit. Her flat tummy in front was set off by twin buns behind that sloped firmly into a cute rounded ass that someday should be a truly voluptuous set of buttocks. Right now, they were small and hard.
Cissy stared, fascinated, at my half-erect cock as it swung heavily against my thighs and balls as I went to her and led her to the couch. Her tiny hand groped its way across my lap and seized my tool. Even before it reached its full volume, her little fingers could not begin to contain its trunklike diameter. She leaned against me, pushing her skinny little chest up on mine, and reached around my head and pulled my mouth down.
And what a kiss! I swear, the child had been reading all the right books. Her little pink lips relaxed, went soft, then parted, her head shifted a bit, and even as I felt the slight scrape of her teeth on my lips, her tiny hot tongue darted inside my mouth and flicked rapidly in, out, in, out, side to side, then tangled itself with my own tongue and we lay there, my passion rousing to the tune of her whimpering moans and writhing, pressing, demanding body that she wriggled so magnificently. By the time we came up for air from the first kiss, my cock was rampant, throbbing with blood and lust.
"See, Doc?" She lay back and smiled up at me as she spoke. "You can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"
She bent her head forward, and I lay back so that my tool stood up in all its tumescent glory. She grabbed the shaft of it avidly, with both hands, and it looked as if a normal-size person were strangling someone's throat. She tugged it up and down a few times, feeling its hardness and reveling in its pulsing, then lowered her head further.
I closed my eyes and lay back to just enjoy it. I knew that I was in good hands, even if she were a virgin and a beginner. I felt her hot little tongue delicately touch the underside of my glans; then her head swung from side to side as she played lingually up and down the full length of my penis. When she got back to the tip end, she licked her soft lips and stretched wide to place the head inside her mouth. She was so small that even her mouth at fullest width felt like a baby's cunt, and the immersion in warm, clinging wetness nearly blew my mind. I tried to relax a bit. Her hot tongue continued to lave my cockhead for a few moments as she strove to adjust her mouth to its size, and I felt her facial movements as she tried gamely to acclimate the entry of my huge bundle of muscle into her young jaws.
The passion mounted in my crotch as she worked assiduously on my rock-hard cock, and the stream of lust juices kept rising closer and closer to ejection. As I gazed down on her childlike body, slim and boyish in its youth and underdevelopment, I felt the big come bubbling in my loins. I placed my hands firmly upon the back of her bobbing head as it came closer.
My load of sperm shot forth just as she was on the backstroke and her mouth was at the tip end of my, cock. The blast of its pent-up momentum pushed her from contact, and the second wave splashed across her tiny face. With a small cry, she returned to the purple glans, her lips fastening themselves to the flaring rim of the head in time to receive the next jet. I felt it jolting her little head as it poured steadily into her gaping mouth and gulping little throat. She swallowed, gagged, swallowed again, and twin rivers of overflow began coursing out each side of her mouth. Her tongue kept up its warm lapping motion until I lay back, spent.
I reached forward and playfully smeared my peter tracks all over her face from where it was running down her lips and chin. Her tongue darted vigorously out and up and around to capture every slick drop of creamy jism that she could reach.
"How was that?" she asked, smiling. "I know that was just my first time, but it wasn't too bad, was it?"
"Not bad? Hell, honey, that was just great," I told her, and she beamed proudly. "You'll make a great cocksucker with very little teaching."
"Swell. And now, as soon as we can get your cock hard again, I want to try something that I've dreamed of for a long time. A couple of years ago I found out that whenever I wiped my butt, I sorta tickled myself. Then came a finger, then two -- well, to be frank, Doc, I get a charge out of anal sex. That is, what I've had of it, just self-induced. Now, I'd like to try the real thing. Are you game?"
"Jesus, Cissy, I don't know. You're awfully tiny, and my cock is pretty large. We can go real carefully, and maybe we'll make it. If it hurts, we'll stop."
"You might be surprised, Doc. I've gradually increased the size of my ass by using pickles and carrots, then cucumbers, and about six months ago I sent away for a dildo set, and it was a lulu! It had three dildos, five, seven and nine inches. I found that after I'd work on the small one for a few minutes, I could take the next size larger, and now I can take the big one, and it just feels so wonderful, I think I'd like to try a live cock."
"We'll go slow and see, Cissy," I promised her.
"Just give me a chance," said the little girl, "to get my hole loosened up, and I'll bet we can make it together."
She assumed a kneeling position on the floor, got her forefinger wet with spit, and proceeded to jab it rapidly a few times into her asshole. Then two fingers, and a smile crept across her face as she felt her sphincter begin to relax and accommodate the onslaught. She looked up at me and smiled seductively.
"Time to help me, Doc," she said. "Get behind and put two fingers in. You take up where I left off. You can get 'em in farther. Go ahead. I'm getting hot, so let's not waste time. O.K.?"
I knelt behind her and she thrust her tiny butt back to me. I marveled at the clean, smooth ass that projected in my face, and mentally compared the child's ass size -- her whole torso was no larger than my thigh, and I wondered if indeed she would be able to take all the cock that swung so ponderously between my legs, half hard now that I saw what I'd soon be ravishing.
Her puckered pink asshole flared and contracted as she impishly and rhythmically flexed it in anticipation of my entrance. I lubricated my first two fingers, clasped my left arm around her incredibly tiny waist, and slid the pair of digits gently up her anus. At the first touch, I could feel the clamp of her ring, then her softening as she pushed the muscles outward, and they slipped into their full length.
I could feel the hot inner lining of her ass as I fluttered and rotated my fingers within it. She was giggling and writhing under my tender ministrations. The more I agitated her, the less resistance I met at the tiny entrance, and I knew that soon we would be ready for the giant assault that I intended, and that she so eagerly sought.
"Oh, yes, Doc, that's good! Oh God, that feels wonderful! Keep it up. Oooooohh, that's better than any dildo, it's alive, it feels like a couple of snakes crawling around up in there -- oooooohhh! Put it in now, Doc. I've got to have it," the young child pleaded.
I withdrew my fingers, noting happily how her hungry asshole clung to them as they left their confining imprisonment, and had her kneel on the floor before the sofa, her upper body on the seat, her head placed on her crossed arms. In this position, her little narrow hips were directly before me, and she could not evade or slide away to escape my onslaught.
By now my cock was in full erection, ready at the thought of violating this youngster's virginal anus and eager for the snug grip of her rectum. I liberally spread saliva on the huge one-eyed head that stood up and nudged it firmly against the miniscule opening that presented itself for ravaging. As I pushed, I cautioned her to relax and push back to meet me. I could feel her cooperate as she strove to provide the necessary teamwork, but my cockhead was unable to enter even the slightest bit. My shaft bent with the enormous pressure of my shoving it, and I began to think that possibly not even her previously stretched asshole could allow its entrance. In fact, as I looked down at the impossibly skinny body of this little child, I was afraid that I'd split her wide open if I continued to try.
"Go ahead, Doc," she encouraged me. "I've just got to have it. Please. I know it's big, but we can make it," she begged.
I slicked it up again, then put my thumbs close to her puckered little hole and spread them hard as I shoved the enormous stalk of meat viciously forward.
Suddenly it went in with a rush and a scream was rent from the girl. "AAAAAARRRRGGH!!! Oh god Doc wait oh god wait a minute oh Jesus ooooohh! Whew! Damn! That is monstrous! I didn't... oh boy that is too much. Just let me rest a second, Doc. There, it's better. Just getting it in hurt. It feels good up in there, though. Give me a minute to get my breath back. I know, now that it's in, it'll be O.K."
From my view above and behind her, the massive shaft of my cock, truncated at the entrance to her stretched tiny entrance, looked half as wide as her ass, and I was awed that she could actually tolerate its invasion. I could feel the almost-torn sphincters clutching at my meat, and the tight hot gripping of her muscles agitated my cock into pulsing, throbbing action.
My hands gripped her small flanks, and I slid another two inches into her snug crevice, then withdrew, watching admiringly as the inflamed skin of her asshole was drawn outward with my pole, due to the grasping, clinging friction of her tightness. I slammed forward, pushing it in to the hilt. The pounding that I was giving the child jammed her breathlessly against the couch. I could hear her panting and grunting under my attack, but intermingled was her soft little voice, moaning approval and joy.
"Oh yes that's it! Oh yes all of it ram it in me give me all of it oh god yes yes fill me up give me that cock stuff it up in me pour it to me all of it over and over and more and more yes yes yes YES YES!!!"
Her tiny body was rocking and bucking, matching me stroke for stroke as I crammed every ounce of huge cock into her virgin asshole.
I was becoming more and more lustful and inflamed, and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer, so I slowed the action down, and finally stopped with "my rod stuffed in her to the limit, my hairs scraping against her tender pink ass crack.
"Hey, Doc, I want to watch," she said over her shoulder. "Have you got a mirror, or can we do it some way so that I can see it going in and out of me? I use a mirror at home."
"I've got abetter idea," I told the girl.
I gently turned her over, keeping my cock jammed up her anus as we slowly shifted around to where we were facing each other, her legs pushed back above her chest. Now we were in the usual position for regular fucking, except my cock was in her asshole instead of her cunt. She could look down the front of her body and watch the action.
I leaned back a bit, and she grasped her legs firmly and kept them held back as I gripped her by the small of her back to control the insertion and withdrawal of my shaft.
I slowly pulled the meat from her tight anus, inch after inch of it. Her eyes widened at the sight of my immense pole coming back into view, along with the slick gripping touch that she felt in her ass. When I got to the point where only the head was entombed inside her rectum, I paused, slowly advanced, and watched the invasion of my gigantic cock up into her slim body. I could sense the feelings that permeated her entire torso, just by watching her young face. Her precious tiny frame vibrated with the tremors of ecstasy that filled her.
After many long, slow strokes to let her get totally absorbed in the thrill of watching herself get stuffed with my meat, I speeded up the levering, and I could see little ripples in her abdominal walls as they swelled and receded to accept the monstrous invasion within her belly. A faraway look was coming to her eyes, and her panting increased, along with the litany that issued from her drooling pink lips. We both knew that a big come was imminent, and the fiery urge in my loins could be denied no longer.
"Brace yourself, love," I whispered, and jammed my cock ferociously up her anus as a river of come was ejected into her. I knew that she could feel the hot drenching torrent scalding her inner gut, for she bucked up against my crotch to get more and more of it up inside her, and her head fell back as she whimpered and cried with the sheer joy of her erotic thrills. As she lay panting, her head lolling to one side, her slim body trembled with the delights that filled her, and I slowly drew my cock out and held it close to her baby face.
"C'mon, finish it up," I commanded. "Lick it all off, get all that shit and come off it. Clean it up, angel, and swallow it."
She leaned forward, tired but eager to do my bidding, and worked rapidly and softly first on the knob, then the shaft, her tongue darting and flicking to get every last drop from its surface.
"Boy, did I hit the jackpot!" she grinned as she snuggled up close and fondled and squeezed my limp tool. "I'd figured I had read enough for a young girl -- I'd ought to try the real thing. But I never dreamed it would be that good! God, I've never had an orgasm that wild! I love it up the ass! And you're perfect, Doc. And when I could see it, as well as feel it, it just felt like the entire world was made of big, pounding cock, and it was all mine!" She sighed happily and we cuddled together a moment to rest and recuperate. "I decided a while back," she went on, "never to fuck the regular way. All you get is diseases, pregnant, and a lot of static from your parents if they ever find you lost your cherry. So when I discovered how much satisfaction the anal zone gives, that solved all my problems and desires. Except a girl gets tired of asshole masturbation. Was it good for you?" she asked solicitously.
I told her sincerely it sure was, because she had undoubtedly the smallest anus I'd ever had the good fortune to fuck, and her eagerness and enthusiasm and willingness couldn't be equalled anywhere.
"Good," she smiled, "because now you've got to give it to me up the back door at least once a week. I've found that my hot spells go in cycles, about every five to seven days, and my periods don't interfere, because I can just take my Kotex off and have it in the rear all I want. So you just schedule me for whenever I say, Doc, and I'll never tell a soul." She grinned up at me wickedly. "Never thought you'd see a sexy blackmailer this young, did you?"
"Nope," I admitted. "But you aren't black-mailing me, love, you're just satisfying me. I'll look forward to seeing you each week, tiny doll, because I've never had a girl as small as you and as eager to take it up the rear. I really dig your ass, and we'll have lots of delicious scenes from now on," I promised.
I helped her dress and she returned to the lobby and sat demurely reading as she awaited Tony's completion of his counseling session. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly ten o'clock, time for Shirley Wilkerson, the new patient.
She entered shortly thereafter, and I appraised her very happily. About forty, tall and well dressed. Through her fine dress, I could see that she had a good bust, a trim, slim waist, and soft sensuous hips that flared out gently but arousingly from her beltline.
I introduced myself and we went down the hall to my private office. She sat down, lit a cigarette, and got right to the point.
"Doc, I need a psychiatrist. And I've heard that you're tops in your field." She smiled disarmingly. "And we both know exactly what field I'm talking about, don't we? You dig young chicks -- I dig young boys. So let's get rid of all the spade work real fast. Can you line me up with a boy or two -- about eighteen or nineteen years old? I love to take 'em and train 'em. Maybe it's a mother complex -- I can't have any kids of my own, maybe that's my hangup. We always want what we can't have, right? Anyway, I have always been extra partial to smaller cocks, and I need one the worst way right now, so can you fix me up?" she asked.
She was coming on strong, but in my position one has to be wary of entrapment, so I asked her if she had any personal local references. She said Sally Walker was her cousin and best confidante, so I agreed to fix her up. I sent her to my examining room and told her to wait a bit. Tony and Bill were just leaving, having conscientiously kept an eye on the clock, and knowing that their hour was up at ten.
"Just a minute, Tony," I said. "Do you know of another boy you can get hold of right away? I've got another woman -- and she's a lot of woman -- who needs the same treatment." I grinned down at him. "Or are you ready for another session?"
"Oh, no, Doc," he shook his head ruefully. "Much as I'd love to help, all three of us guys took turns with all the women, and I couldn't get another hardon to save my soul from hell right now. We really had some fun this trip! What a workout! No complaining, though, it was really perfect. But I think I can find Paul Nelson. He's a pretty hip kid. I'll be back in five minutes."
He disappeared through the back alley door and showed up directly with a slim young boy and introduced us. Then he and Bill left through the lobby, taking Cissy home with them. I took Paul down the hall and introduced him to Shirley and left the room. I decided, since this was the first time in the office for each of them, to watch from my own private office and check the action.
Before the lad knew for sure what was going on, Shirley had disrobed and was helping Paul remove his clothing. When he was naked, she led him by the hand to the studio couch, lay back on it, and pulled him on top of her. I could see her hands stroking his back and sides, and could hear her soft voice.
"Oh, you're such a handsome young boy, Paul. There, does that feel good? And that? Just lay here on my boobies, Paul, and relax. That's right, just snuggle up close together and let mommy love you, darling. Here, kiss the nipple. Chew it up, rub it, do whatever you want with it, baby, it's all yours. And so's the other one, lover, don't neglect it. Oooooohhh, that's good and warm and wonderful, honey. Can you get both nipples in your mouth at once? See, if we push them together like this, yes, yes, ooooooh, that's wonderful. I can feel myself melting, Paul, down inside. Oh, what you do to me, you splendid boy."
I could see that one of her hands had wandered down to his crotch and she had seized his prick between two fingers. I watched as she softly and gently stroked it, getting faster and firmer as it rapidly responded to her feminine touch. She grasped it fully in her hand as it reached erection, and she began to flog it faster and harder.
"Now, honey," she said as she disengaged his mouth from her tits, "you lie back and let mommy take good care of you. You look good enough to eat, and that's exactly what I'm going to do right now, Paul." She slid down across his thighs and I saw her get Paul's stiff little cock into her mouth. I could see her lips and jaws moving vigorously as she sucked, tongued, and chewed his rod. For a second he lay still, then a smile appeared and I saw his body tense as the warm thrill of her oral actions brought tremors to his slim young body. She was obviously an expert and loved what she was doing, and with his innocent inexperience, it was surely the best he'd ever had. Probably his first blowjob, but to be definitely one of his best.
His hands wandered down and cupped her big squashy tits and fingered the erect nipples that crowned them. She doubled her efforts, and heard his soft cries as he emptied his load into her willing, hungry mouth. His body leaped and bucked and his torso twisted and writhed as the orgasmic tickle of his ecstasy was drained from him by her vacuuming cheeks.
"There," she said, smiling as she gulped the last drop of his come and sat up beside him, "that'll take some of the pressure off, so we can go longer from now on and have some sort of self-control. You like that, love? I just adore eating tender young cocks, and yours was absolutely delicious. I'm going to have to have lots more of that real soon. But now, while your dick is recuperating, honey, I want you to return the favor for me. Have you ever eaten pussy, Paul?"
"Just twice," he admitted. "When it's clean, it's great. It arouses the hell out of me, I know that."
"Wonderful. Because as soon as you get aroused again, I have a surprise for you, darling," Shirley told him.
She went to the foot of the divan and Paul knelt before her. As she. pulled her thighs up and backward to her chest, mashing her bounteous breasts together, her cunt rose to meet his smiling mouth. He began to lick and tongue her slippery twat. I could see his tongue penetrating her hot opening, and her happy sigh told me that the young boy was doing pretty well in satisfying her. After a minute he withdrew his oral weapon and concentrated on the wet clitoris that glistened at the top of her slit. Her movements and whimpers informed me that she would soon be coming, and I saw her leg muscles tighten, then her whole body stiffened.
"Oh,. that was a good one, for a quickie, but look out now, angel, because they'll be coming a lot faster and bigger from now on. Once I come, it triggers off a chain reaction in me till I'm satisfied. And it's been so long since I had a boy! God, I needed you, and needed that! You're in for the wildest session you've ever had, I'll guarantee you that! You'll get the benefit of all the fantasies I've ever had, baby, I promise you. Now, turn around and get on top of me, but head the other way, so I can eat that delicious cock of yours again. You stay on top, working on my cunt, and we'll. sixty-nine our way to heaven. There, that's right, yes, right there."
Paul had turned around so that his cock was right over her face. His arms were under her knees, keeping her legs on her chest and bringing her hot cunt directly into his tongue's line of fire. He bent his head to the delightful task that faced him, and they began nibbling each other. Then I saw her hand creep from his buttocks to the crack of his ass, and one finger pressed lightly on his asshole. He stiffened. She turned her head away from his cock for a moment.
"Relax... I won't hurt you. And remember, anything I do, you return the favor. O.K.?" She resumed sucking his dick after moistening her finger with spit. She then slid it slowly up into his anus, one knuckle's worth at a time, till it was clear in. I knew that she was massaging his prostate and was building a new sensation in his gut and balls as she stimulated his penis, his rectum, his entire body, with her lustful, gentle ministrations.
Paul, too, slowly inserted his finger into her pink rosebud of a hole, and was pushing it gently as he nibbled and kissed and sucked on her juicy clitoris.
Suddenly she pushed him away and said, "Baby, you have to fuck me now, because I can feel that you're about to come again, and we don't want to waste another load of that precious come, do we?"
"Well, I... I don't... well, do I have enough there to fill you up, I mean, to satisfy you, Shirley?" He was hesitant and a little embarrassed.
"Oh, hell, is that all that's bothering you, love? Here, come on. Let's do it this way then," she said, and placed herself on all fours, with her lovely big round ass pointed toward him. "Come on, baby, we can do it dog fashion, and you'll find you have plenty of cock to satisfy me."
He positioned himself behind her and lay gently across her back. Reaching back under, she grabbed his cock in her hand and rubbed the head of it a few times in the juices that fringed the edge of her cunt lips. "When I say push, you shove it in me, Paul. I'll guide it. All set? PUSH!"
I could see her lift her hand up and drop her hips simultaneously, so that his cock was centered on her puckered brown asshole. She thrust her lush soft ass backwards against his belly, and his eager young cock was trapped in her tight rectum.
For a moment he had no idea where he was, and began to pump in rapid, short strokes. She took one of his hands and led it around her belly to the mouth of her cunt and began rubbing the crevice. Her arms reached back around his thighs and held him closely to her, and they pumped happily away for a few minutes.
"Tight enough, lover?" she asked, smiling.
"Hey! This is great! God, you sure are snug for a grown-up woman," he enthused. Then he must have looked down, and seen that his cock was buried in her asshole. A bewildered look came over his face, he stopped moving, and said, "But wait a minute, I'm in the wrong hole, Shirley!"
"Bullshit!" she exclaimed. "You just keep it right there, and keep working your hand on my cunt, and you'll give me a really big thrill, lover. C'mon, keep humping. You want to please me, don't you?" She laughed. "There's no such thing as a wrong hole, darling -- whatever tickles both of us is good."
Paul began rhythmically stroking in and out of her tight hole again, and I knew that it was getting to him -- it was probably the tightest hole he'd ever been in, considering the size of his prick. In no time he let loose his load, and I knew by the silly grin on her face that she had felt the hot stream of his young sperm coursing upwards into her guts. I saw her thigh muscles spasmodically twitching as she clamped and relaxed her ring, milking him of every last ounce of come.
He rolled off her and lay on his back, exhausted and delighted. "Boy, that was great, Shirley. But I always thought that only homos, you know, queers, did it that way."
"Silly child. Of course not, Paul. Every woman has erotic zones all over, and the anus especially is the next best to her clit, and it's much tighter, so that way we both get satisfied. Any complaints?" she kidded him.
"Lord, no," he smiled. "But I never knew any girls that did it that way before."
"That was your trouble, honey," she said. "All that the little girls know is to put it in their cunts. No variety, no technique, no talent. That's why you need your big mama to teach you all these fun things. Now you just lie down and rest and put your handsome head on my breasts and let me cuddle you. You're my boy, my lover, my man. I'm going to take real good care of you every way you've ever dared to dream of. There, just nurse these big bouncy tits of mine. They're all yours."
I closed the secret sliding window through which I had been observing Paul and Shirley, and returned to my office. It looked as if I'd recruited another satisfied pair.
I fiddled with some necessary paperwork for a little while, then, shortly before eleven o'clock, Jim Fieser, the sheriff, came in, accompanied by a tall gentleman about fifty years old, well dressed and conservative appearing. I shook hands with Weldon Stone as we were introduced, and directed Jim and Stone down the hall to their assigned room. In a couple of seconds Betty and Linda entered, and I informed them where to go.
"When do I get you again, Doc?" Betty asked. "You're the greatest cocksman I've ever known, and you sorta spoiled me. Although," she added, "we're having a real ball this way, I gotta admit."
"Yeah, me, too," Linda chimed in. "I'd like a repeat ride with all your special variety, first chance kou get."
I promised them both a meeting real soon, and they went on down the hall. In ten seconds, Betty was back, mad, cursing, stomping, irate.
"What the hell is going on, Doc? You just blew the whole shebang! Do you know who's in there with the sheriff? Judge Stone! The same son of a bitch that put me on probation eight months ago for being a juvenile delinquent. Good God!. How in hell did he get hep to our group? Doc, we're all dead now!" She was hysterical. "He has sent up a dozen kids or more the last couple of years."
"Whoa,, little one, relax. Let me check this out," I said, and with trepidation, I went down the hall as Betty almost collapsed, sobbing, into my desk chair.
I burst into the room. The sheriff and the judge were both naked, and Weldon Stone was fondling the enormous tits that Linda wore so proudly. His cock was being petted and stroked by the girl, and I could detect a half-fearful look on her childish face.
"Jim is he a judge? And what exactly is the score?" I demanded.
"Oh, hell, Doc, relax," Jim shrugged. "Stone likes his tender young cunt as well as the next guy, and we've hit a couple of peace officers' conventions together. He's O.K., I promise you."
"But Betty says he put her on probation, and that he's sent up a lot of kids," I persisted.
"May I interrupt?" Judge Stone spoke up. "And thank you, my dear, just wait a moment and then we'll resume," he told Linda as he disengaged himself from her tender caresses.
"First," he said to me, "let me assure you the only children I've ever sent to reform school were the ones convicted of their second felony -- and then only for theft or violence. On any moral counts -- never! Because while I could never before dare to avail myself of any of the beautiful pussy and young tail that's rampant in this horny town, neither was I about to waste and ruin it by getting it buried in a stupid reform school.
"No, I've had to go over two-hundred miles away for my teenage nooky. Ha, ha, but not anymore," he continued happily. "And now, Doc, if you'll excuse me, I have a tight snatch staring Me in my hungry face that very definitely needs devouring. See me in about an hour if you have any further questions."
With which comment he slid down before Linda's tiny pink crack and began delicately licking, tonguing, and attacking with such enthusiasm that I was positive the dirty old man was totally sincere in his quest for young quail.
Returning to my office, I explained to Betty what had transpired. I assured her that we held the very ultimate in leverage and blackmail over the old boy's head from now on, and anyway, she was with Jim, and if she felt that she got screwed on the juvenile sentencing, here was her best opportunity to screw the judge -- quite literally -- in return. She blew her nose, wiped her tears, and philosophically went down the hall to get what she came for.
By the time the morning circus was over and I had dashed over to the hotel coffee shop for lunch and returned to the office, the place had begun to look like Grand Central Station.
The four young kids who had, had to come to me at their . parent's request and insistence, I assigned to individual rooms, to await my turns at counseling them and exploring their problems. Then Dorothy Wilson, Harold's wife, came in, followed immediately by Agnes Fieser, Jim's wife. They were a little out of the pattern, and I sure as hell didn't have any time to waste with ordinary, run-of-the-mill medical or psychiatric patients. I didn't need the money, and I was not about to waste the time, either.
I escorted Mrs. Wilson to' my office first, assuring Mrs. Fieser that I'd be with her shortly. As I shut the door, Mrs. Wilson started in with a long list of complaints -- physical, mental, psychic, emotional. I interrupted her torrent of gripes.
"... so get to the point, Dottie. I think an awful lot of your problems, from the sound of them, are frustrations, and the rest of your headaches and hassles are the symptoms of sexual deprivation. Pardon my bluntness, but we psychiatrists are trained to get right to the root of the matter. And I believe that is what's the matter," I told her firmly.
"Oh, Harold was right! He said you were a brilliant doctor. And yes, to be honest, that is one of my big problems. Harold hasn't been paying attention to me -- physically, you know what I mean -- for the last few years, and I am frustrated. He used to be so lustful, so manly and virile, so -- this won't go any further, will it, Doctor?"
I reassured her on that count.
"Well," she continued, "he was horny all the time. But just nothing the last few years. And I'm lonely and don't know what to do. And earlier, I guess maybe it wasn't really too wonderful -- he was always too fast and rough, and frankly, he is so big, and in a hurry."
I interrupted to tell her that I could probably fix her up so that she'd be more satisfied than ever before in her life, and then she started in on her dreams and fantasies.
"I never went for the John Wayne types. I've even had a little flirtation going with our paper boy. He seems cute and such a sweet boy, always so clean and polite and quiet and gentle." She was almost simpering now. "I guess I'm just a little girl at heart." God, how coy could a fortyish matron get?
"Yes, fine, Dottie, fine," I agreed. "Well, you just go into the second room down the hall and I'll be with you in a few minutes. If you want to," I added casually, "just disrobe and lie down and relax. The blinds are drawn, and it'll be nice and quiet."
I returned to the office and talked to Agnes Fieser. She said that the sheriff seemed to feel I knew what I was doing, and by the time we had verbally scratched the surface, I saw the need for privacy, so I sent her to a room and said I'd be there in a moment. I'd seen Bob Cook, the druggist, coming up the walk, and I told him to be seated in the lobby while I finished with another patient. I went down the hall to where Mrs. Fieser waited for me.
As I turned to lock the door behind me, I heard Agnes Fieser's voice. "Look at me, Doc. Not half bad, eh?"
She had stripped and was standing, arms akimbo, and I sure as hell had to agree as I surveyed the soft, full tits that covered her chest completely, and the lush rounded hips that met at her prominent heart-shaped pubes. She smelled arousingly delicious.
I realized that she was prating rapidly, and brought my thoughts back as she said, "... and so we haven't had any lovemaking for over eleven years. He's just too damned big for me, and after I had to get ten stitches where he tore me last time, we agreed to skip the sex life. But, Doc," she was almost pleading, begging for help, "I can't go on this way. A woman isn't meant to live alone. I know he's getting some on the side, and since it's my fault, I've never asked any questions, but the damned road has to run both ways, right? All I want is to be loved. But I can't and won't have that tree trunk of his rammed up me all the time."
"I don't know why," she continued. "I have such a big lush body on the outside, and inside I'm tinier than an adolescent girl, but those are the facts. Now, what's the solution, Doc? Jim did say that you were smart and discreet. Can you help me?"
"I think I might have the perfect solution for your little problem, Agnes," I assured her. "Now you'll just have to trust me, and be honest with both yourself and anyone that I call in for assistance. Can you promise to do that?"
"Oh, yes, yes. Anything. I'll be so grateful."
I told her to wait a moment, and hurried to where I had the four boys stashed. After kidding with them a minute to relax them, I selected Dan Gallery and Tom Petrovic, and had them come with me. As we walked down the hall, I asked them point-blank how they'd like to have a couple of real women to make love to -- not silly teenage girls. Their joyous response confirmed my first impression.
I put Tom in with Dottie and Agnes got Dan, and I then returned to the other pair of boys waiting for me. I told them I had to cancel their appointments, that I had just gotten too busy to take care of them today. I rescheduled them for the next day, and they departed.
Back in the lobby, I told Bob Cook I could take care of him now, and we went to my office. He accepted the highball and cigarette I offered, and we leaned back to chat. I asked exactly what his problem seemed to be.
"... so ever since my wife died ten years ago, I've had a pretty good thing going with the high-school girls. You gotta be careful, fucking 'em gets you in trouble, but if your luck holds up, and you're selective, it's great." He smiled. "I've been selling those magazines, you know -- all the goodies. and then sometimes I move a few French ticklers and some small dildoes, and things like that. Hell, a drugstore sells everything but drugs and prescriptions nowadays, Doc. Incidentally, any prescriptions you run through my store, I'll give professional courtesy. You get a twenty percent kick-back. Keep it in mind -- it adds up over the years."
"But anyway, as I was saying, I even used to use a little Spanish fly in some of the sophomores' Cokes at the soda fountain. In six minutes they'd be in the back room with me, asking if I had anything to take care of that awful itch. And I sure as hell did! Then you came to town. And, Doc, frankly, I haven't had any young cunt since a month after you hit this town. A real monopoly. Now don't misunderstand me, old man, I'm not monopolistic, or even competitive. I just want a piece of the action. And I mean a young piece," he grinned. "But no more high-school quiff stopping in my shop with the hots. No more tender snatch hanging around my soda fountain waiting for my rigid digit. Damn and double damn, Doc. You really shut off the fountain of youth. Well, hell, I always say, if you can't whip 'em, join 'em. So here I am, volunteering. Can you fix me up, old buddy?" He sounded plaintive and hungry and horny, but at least we had a common goal.
After lunch, I got a phone call from Betty. I had more or less designated her as a confidante and leader, and trusted her judgement as to the receptivity of the younger girls. She said that Susan Shaw, Jim Fieser's stepdaughter, was hot to trot and would like to try it. I told her to bring her over this afternoon, and we'd see what developed. I had Tony busy lining up other young boys, because I could see that the sisterhood of this town was spreading the word on their gossipy grapevine, and our happy group was pyramiding.
Harold Wilson phoned me and asked if I'd let Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, a grocer, into the group. I told him to have them drop over . this afternoon at two and I'd try to fix them up.
When Betty and Susan came in, I sent them to my private office, locked the lobby up, and followed them. I saw they were undressing as I entered, and I was amazed at the rounded voluptuous body that young Susan displayed. Fluidly curved hips backed by firm asscheeks that narrowed to a tiny waist that was charmingly capped by a bouncy pair of full tits that would have done justice to any full-grown woman. Betty caught me involuntarily admiring Sue and laughed.
"Better than you expected, huh, Doc?" she asked, and I had to agree enthusiastically.
"I was telling her," Betty said, "about you, in pretty good detail, and I guess the only cock Sue has ever seen was Jim's, which is the only I know of that rivals yours, Doc, so she thinks it's normal for all men to be hung like horses. Boy, is she in for a big disappointment later on in life, huh?"
I disrobed and approached Sue, and we sat down on the sofa. I saw Betty across the room in my big leather chair, idly rubbing and fingering her scotch, and knew that as soon as I finished indoctrinating little Sue, and was able to get it up again, that I'd be expected to take good and total care of Betty, too. O.K. by me -- can't get too much of a good thing, I always say.
I put my arm around the girl's shoulder and let my hand drop down over the large breasts that sprang so invitingly toward my cuddling touch. We leaned together, and the kiss she gave me, so soft and meltingly warm and clinging, made my cock start throbbing.
Her hand crept over my lap, but she didn't grab my tool, she just stroked the full length of its upper surface. The hot touch of her palm along its top was so tickly that it began rising of its own accord. She then tried to grip it in her tiny hand, but could only reach partway around it, so the other hand joined in. She seized it firmly like a baseball bat at the base, and lifted and lowered alternately on the skin. In no. time it was at full erection, with a good six inches protruding beyond her two-handed grasp.
"Now, Sue, honey," I said gently, "what you'd better do is blow me for a minute, while I play with you and warm you up, too."
I pushed her head down slowly toward my glans and she promptly placed her mouth over the head of my huge cock. I almost had to laugh aloud at her next gesture. She actually tried to BLOW! Betty saw what was happening and came over to the couch.
"Here, Sue, let me show you how to start," she volunteered. Her mouth replaced Susan's, and with a wide yawn she engulfed my flaring purple cockhead. As her tongue raced around the rim behind the head, I was describing to Sue exactly what she was doing, and why, and then, as Betty took longer and longer strokes into her mouth, and the big shaft was gradually disappearing a little more with each stroke, and her cheeks were in-and-outing, I saw Sue's head bob in rhythm with Betty's. I pushed Betty away and let Sue drop her sweet hot mouth down upon my prick.
"Aw, shit, Doc," Betty pouted ruefully, "I was trying to get you to come before you sent the second team in. I do the work and she gets the gravy. Nice way to treat a friend. Hey, I've got an idea. Here, Doc, you stand up in front of the couch, and Sue can blow you that way, and I'll still have a little something to play with. Fair enough?" she asked.
I agreed, and did as she asked, and when Susan slid forward to control her actions, I felt Betty kneel beneath my legs and gently cup and tickle my balls. Then I felt her penetrating little tongue explore the crack of my ass, and her lingual efforts soon concentrated on my sensitive and responsive asshole. I put my hands on Sue's head and guided her face back and forth on my rod. I could feel the racing touches of her hot tongue as it tingled along my rigid cock. I kept her from taking it all in it would surely gag her, with its tremendous length, which would be discouraging for future efforts, and it undoubtedly would make her jaws sore and tired for a while, and I wanted this session to last.
As I gazed down upon the vision of loveliness before me, my love slaves and obedient pupils, new thrills coursed through my mind and body. I knew that it would be only a matter of moments before I expressed my total passionate reception of their movements by ejecting my load of come into the girl's hot wet mouth. Betty had replaced her tongue with a couple of fingers, and was crooking them after entrance to massage my prostate. This did nothing to help my self-control, and I felt the stream of lust building up in my crotch. Sue was struggling to get more and more of my long cock into her already-overloaded mouth, and the vigorous tonguing and sensuous gripping of her slick cheek linings was driving me over the brink.
Then it came! Rippling, streaming, pulsing, and I felt the girl's head rock with the first shock-wave of my hot load as it filled every inner crevice of her mouth and throat. She withdrew till just the flared head of my penis was locked behind her teeth. She gulped eagerly to swallow every drop of my sticky come, and as white rivers of sperm jetted from the corners of her mouth, I could feel the suction of her throat as she tried to lose no more of it outside her. She gnawed ever so gently on the base of the glans as her tongue flashed across and around the tip and into its spewing hole. The excruciating delights brought forth another salvo of lust from my emptying balls.
I felt Betty release her touches of my ass and crotch as my muscles relaxed. We waited a minute for Susan to get her fill of her first blowjob. Finally she came up for air, and we all sat back.
"Oh, that was fun!" was Sue's first comment. "So warm and tender. I've had dreams of what it might be like, and you told me how much fun it was, Betty, but I never dared think it would be that great! I just love the warm feel of all that meat inside me -- and kissing it was so thrilling. It answered back just like it had a mind of its own, and loved me in return. How'd I do, Doc? Did it satisfy you as much as it did me?"
"Honey, you were perfect. You are going to be, already are, a wonderful cocksucker, and a man really loves that, angel. Now I'd like to return the favor, and you'll see how ideal it is to get devoured. But look at Betty. Hell, we can't leave her out in the cold, can we? So I tell you what we're gonna do -- I'll lie on my back, and Betty can mount my cock and screw herself half to death while you sit on my face, Sue, and I'll nibble away at your delicious pussy. That way there's something for everyone. How's that sound, girls?"
Their immediate and enthusiastic assent was joyous.
I lay back, spread my legs, and felt Betty clamber up and settle her face on my lap. Sue, on the other hand, straddled my chest and then slowly slid forward until her virginal cunt was only inches from my lips. She lifted upward a bit with her thighs, until her tiny pink lips hovered by my mouth. Then she leaned forward until her hands were placed above my head, thus supporting her upper torso. Her smooth, full breasts hung and swayed excitingly over me, and my hands just naturally gravitated toward them as my tongue reached avidly for the slice of young heaven that so aromatically presented itself for my oral ministrations.
As my hot wet tongue touched her sensitive outer lips, her thighs contracted involuntarily with the electric sensation, and her hips rose from my face. She lowered herself immediately upon feeling the loss of contact, and relaxed her legs till she had settled down more fully upon my face, my lips and nose buried in her delicately scented pubic hairs. My tongue found the entrance, and its sweet musky dampness drove me to thrust rapidly= and eagerly into her delicious slit.
Her soft moans and slow writhing at this tickling feeling were combining with the arduous and happy tongue-lashing that Betty was giving me down below. My arms encircled little Sue; my hand seized her buttocks and brought her honeyed young cunt mashing against my face. I could feel her buck and rear as the exquisite thrill nearly drove her out of her virginal mind, and that response of hers, together with the cloying taste and smell that permeated my mouth and nostrils, was driving me truly ape.
My tongue slashed rigidly and firmly in and out and up and down and around the slick, pink-walled vagina that was so avid to impart happiness to both me and its bearer. Her quivering tremors at my caresses were all that I needed to achieve the delight that I sought. Betty was assiduously working over my cock and balls; one of her hands crept beneath my buttocks to tingle and tickle my anus. She really knew how to stimulate every erogenous zone. Really fine, for a fifteen-year-old chick.
Susan was peering down and backward, watching me kiss and lave her tiny slit and budding clitoris. Both my hands were molding and squeezing her big tits vigorously, and their nipples stood out proudly as they reveled in my kneading. The look of rapt adoration in her eyes was worth all the jewels on earth, and I knew another adolescent was delighted and thrilled in my palace of love.
Sue's hips moved slowly up and down, and writhed round and round as the pain-pleasure of the tonguing of her snatch lips increased her awareness of sex. Faster and faster, hotter and hotter -- she was on the brink. Suddenly she collapsed full length on the couch on top of me, mashing and grinding her crotch harder on my face, whimpering and crying softly as she struggled to press her cunt harder against my face.
Her flopping had broken the hold that I had on her bouncing tits, and as her peak slowly ebbed, I turned my head for air. I didn't realize until that very instant that I, too, had come, simultaneously with Susan. Betty was wiping the white drops of my sperm from her smiling lips as she got up, and it was only then that I was aware of my cock now lying flaccid along my thigh.
I hadn't noticed whether Betty was fucking me or frenching me, I had been so thoroughly engrossed in devouring this responsive, delighted and delightful child. Her indoctrination was so complete that all else, even my own sensations and fucking satisfaction, had been erased from my knowledge.
"Oooooooohhhh, that was wonderful," Sue was whispering. "My God, I just can't believe the feeling! Better than you said it was, Betty. But I guess I couldn't describe it very well to anyone, either. Oh I just wanted to scream and yell and cry all at once, and I didn't have any air, and no voice, and I was just floating way, way up there. Omigod, I'd had no idea... I wanted to quit halfway through, it was driving me out of my skull, but I couldn't do anything or say anything. Oooooh, it was heaven!" Sue went on, her hands slowly rubbing her steamy cunt gently. Her voice trailed off to a soft moan, and her head tossed and turned as she mentally relived her first orgasm.
"Kids," I said, "I hate to be a party pooper and all that, but look at the damn clock. Time to go. C'mon, on your feet, let's get your threads on. Sorry, but tomorrow's another day. I'll satisfy you then, Betty."
"Boy, you'd better! I'll have you begging for mercy and begging for more, all in the same breath," she challenged me. "I've been doing entirely too much watching and helping, and not enough fucking this past week. We get all caught up tomorrow, promise, Doc?"
I gave her my word.
"Now, Susan, I just wanted to give you a sample of how pleasant sex can be. You'll lose your cherry tomorrow, and then you'll see why Betty's so wild about the whole program. How come your boyfriend never scored?"
"Who, Paul?" she said. "He's just not aggressive, I guess. He never pushed me. Or he's scared of Dad -- everyone thinks old Sheriff Jim is the meanest guy in town. But he isn't. He's always been good and gentle to me -- not a bit like a stepfather at all."
"Sue, whether you knew it or not, Jim has actually been courting you. He doesn't even know it himself, really, but he's in love with you -- or your body, or what you stand for -- I can't be precise yet. He'd give his right arm and left nut to make love to you, but moral inhibitions and stupid early training have kept him in control so far." A sudden thought hit me. "Is your Paul a slim blond boy who's a good friend of Tony's?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes, do you know him? He was with Tony this morning. Why?" Susan asked.
"Nothing. How do you feel, really feel, about your stepfather? C'mon, be totally frank with me."
"Oh, he's wonderful, Doc," Susan said, glowing. "Like I told you, he's gentle and good to me. And he's great in the sex department. I've seen his a couple of times, when he didn't know I saw him, and he's got a cock about like yours, Doc. Really, he's the grooviest stepfather a girl could ask for!"
"I just had an idea," I told her. "Why don't you kids come back at one-thirty tomorrow afternoon? We can have a nice leisurely session and we'll teach you what the rest of sex is about, Sue."
They both acquiesced happily, then dressed and left. I sat at my desk making phone calls the rest of the day, lining up the next day's schedule. I had determined to make the next afternoon a red-letter day that this, whole damned town would long remember. By four o'clock I was through, and went home to get well rested.