Chapter 16

I had a crazy dream that night. I was walking around the neighborhood, looking up every girl I had ever known and fucked. As I'd walk up to them they would shake their head, turn and start to run away. Finally I caught one of them and asked her what the hell was going on, why all the girls were running from me. She told me, "It's no fun for us, Sammy, the way you just get in and shoot off! We like to feel a boy's cock long and nice, not for just that split second!"

I woke up, stared into the darkness, and remembered. I guess that it had gotten into my subconscious and stuck there. Finally I shook my head. "Jesus, it must be rough on the guy. There ought to be some way to help him!"

I drew up a picture of him and a girl naked. They loved up a little, then he mounted her. He slid his whang up her cooze, took a couple of strokes and that was it. Now, how the hell could you change that? I mean, if a guy's cock is so trigger-happy that it does that, well, about the only thing you could do is get him another cock! A cock transplant!

I chuckled at the idea, but then I got serious again. I guess that I hadn't convinced myself that it wasn't a failure, and I didn't like failures. Sam Barton, Trouble-shooter and healer, wanted a record of one-hundred per cent perfect; he wanted every kid around to be fucking happy, happy fucking.

I wondered. "Maybe if the girl had a really educated pussy," I told myself, "and she ran the show...maybe if she let him stroke, stopped him, let him stroke again, kept that up, maybe she could teach him to slow down. Train his old cock so it wasn't so damned eager."

It didn't take much thinking to come up with the answer that Arlene Lawden had the best-educated pussy around. She knew how to stroke with a guy, too, believe you me! I was sure that she would know; she would feel his load slipping down, ready to fire off. "Hell," I told myself, "it's worth a try. It'd probably take more than one session, but if anyone can do it Arlene is the one!"

That settled, I went back to sleep.

In the morning I couldn't believe it! When the old lady came to wake me up there was no yelling; she did it softly, and there was a softness to her face that hadn't been there for a long time. The old man came to the door right after she left, standing there naked on his way from the John back to the bedroom to dress. He smiled. "Thought you'd like to know that you did the trick, Sam. Jesus, last night it was just like we were kids again, and when we finished your mother admitted that we had been living a crappy life and wants to start over."

"Gee, that's great!"

He chuckled and rubbed his cock. "You bet your life it is!" he answered, and werit on down the hallway.

When I got to the kitchen the old lady was actually humming while she flipped french toast over. I smiled and said to myself, "like I always say, show me the woman who's happy and I'll show you the woman who's enjoying her fucking!"

When I got to school I tracked Arlene down. I told her about the poor Senior, and my idea that if she took him on and ran the show she could stretch his fucking out. She listened with interest, then asked, "How big is he? How's he hung?"

"I forgot to ask. I didn't think...."

"Well, that doesn't matter," she sort of half-laughed. "It sounds like a challenge to me, Sammie, sure I'll take him on!"

She said that she could be at the Nordham's that night, so I went in search of the kid. I finally found him talking to some friends, pulled him aside and gave him the scoop. He was so grateful-and, I guess, filled with anticipation-that he almost slobbered, but at the same time he hauled out the two bucks again.

I hesitated. "I can't guarantee...."

"That doesn't make any difference. It's worth it for a fast fuck even if it doesn't work. But if it works, Sam, believe me...."

I went on to my own home-room I got there a little early, sat and watched the other kids as they entered. I wondered if the teacher was noticing the difference, seeing the kids who used to sort of wander in coming in now with happier looks on their faces. Dave Garland was tike a new person, Sue Williams had changed almost over night "Jesus," I thought "how could they not notice? These kids are really happy now."

I wondered about their parents. How could they not notice the difference-especially someone like Frank Jorgenson's old lady.

I tried to figure out what had been my greatest accomplishment to that point. Was it getting crippled Jerry to the point where he was participating in instead of just dreaming about screwing? Was it helping Frank so that he could keep a hard-on and go all the way? Was it freeing Ellen Drew from her cocksucking-only hang-up so that she (and her brother because of it) could enjoy the other varieties of sexual activities? Was it...I finally shook my head. It wasn't any single one of them, because each one was important to the person. It wasn't even breaking down Marie Fletcher and my old lady, two older women with stronger resistance, getting them to screwing like they had as girls and thus giving their still lusty men the pleasures of life. It was all of them, and I felt pretty damned good about it.

I got to thinking about having a party. Man, wouldn't it be something to get all those people together in the same room, stripped naked...! Man, it wouldn't be a party, it would be an orgy! But a hell of a fun one. I laughed thinking about it, filing the idea away for future reference.

I remembered that I had forgotten to ask Arlene how things had gone with the big-cocked Carter the night before. We had both been too interested in the new "case." Well, when I got to second period I'd find out; it would be written all over Carter's face, one way or the other.

It was, and as I walked past him into the room he half-whispered, "You're all right, Sam. You really do the job!"

Remembering how that situation had gone, for a few moments I almost felt like a computer. You feed your information in and the computer comes out with the answer. Carter feeds in, "I've got such a big cock that my wife can't take it Who could?" The answer comes out "Arlene Lawden has the best-educated pussy in town, probably her!" Duane Newton feeds in, "My girl won't fuck, what can I do about it?" The answer comes out "You get her so hot she can't help herself. You get her watching a couple of other kids going at it she won't be able to say no."

And the computer is never wrong. But this computer differed from others in that it liked to get in on the action at times, or to just watch it at others. This computer didn't just use words; it had experienced, it used first-hand knowledge at times. This computer, it could say without egotism, had probably the best educated cock in the school, and perhaps the lustiest sexual appetite!

But at the moment the computer was standing idle. All the questions that had been fed in had been answered or were in the process of being answered. The mechanical eyes began to look around again. The flaccid cock wanted a little excitement!

I spotted a girl named Maria Winters. She's a redhead, and she's fairly nicely stacked. She has a thin face but nice features; she isn't beautiful, by any means, but she's attractive. Her tits aren't big; what she has is nice stuff. They're tike small-sized soup plates-or like they had been made in forms like that and then plastered on her, the cute little nipples added as an afterthought. She's slightly thin, but curved in all the right places, including hips that are flared out a nice ass. I had gone out with her once, played the game she wanted to play, and then just never gotten around to going out with her again. But looking at her now I remembered it, and I remembered hearing other boys talking about dates with her. It all added up to one thing that I hadn't thought about before but would in my role of trouble-shooter. Maria Winters was another person with a hang-up; she was a wild love-maker, she got a guy hot as a firecracker, then she told him that she was in the middle of her period and couldn't take cock. She kept loving him up, French kissing and letting him mess with her tits, while she beat him off. She was, in other words, another one like Ellen Drew-except that Ellen had at least given a good blow-job.

Well, I said to myself, we'll just have to get busy and teach Miss Winters the joys and the art of fucking-and this was another case that I would handle on my own. I wrote her a note asking for a date that night and sent it across to her. She read it, looked at me and finally nodded her had. Okay. I nodded back, and my pecker, having gotten enthusiastic during my contemplation, throbbed a response of its own!

In the cafeteria that noon one of the sixteen year old kids came up to where I was sitting. He sat down beside me, nervous as hell. I glanced at him, took him in; he was fairly good looking kid, well-built for a kid that age. Finally I said, "What's your problem, old buddy?"

He gulped and turned red, and it took a little prodding to get it out. He was going out on his first real date the next night, and after two or three years of just dreaming about it he was determined to get his first piece of ass. The trouble was, he was afraid he wouldn't know what to do; he had heard about my activities, so he hoped that I'd tell him what to do. I laughed and was about ready to tell him to quit worrying, just take her out, feel her up, get his cock out and let nature take its course. As eager as he obviously was, that's probably all it would have taken, even if the girl had been bashful cherry. Then I frowned. "Hell," I thought, "why not give the kid a break if he's that scared?" I looked at him again. 'Tell you what, old buddy. I've got a hot date tonight, boy. You like to watch me in action?"

His eyes just about popped out of the sockets. "Gee! Gee, you mean...you mean you'd really let me watch?"

I laughed, telling myself that it would actually be killing two birds with one stone-and that I might even get a bigger kick out of it. knowing that I was not only doing some royal screwing but putting on a show for a novice. I gave him the directions, told him what time to be there, then chuckled as I looked down and saw that he had a rod on.

I had been careful about the timing. I had picked Maria Winters up and taken her to the Nordham's recreation room; we had done a little minor petting, then I unfolded the sofa. "No sense in playing games," I said, and started stripping. Maria hesitated only a moment, then she started in; as I stripped my own clothes off I watched her female body coming into view. It was nice stuff, I told myself again, and smiled as I looked at the red-forested pussy that was going to get plugged for the first time.

We stretched out on the bed and went into a clinch, French kissing while I groped her tits and she threw a leg over me so that she could press her nice cunt up against my swollen prong. Our hands were moving all around each other's bodies, feeling all parts, and she kept grinding herself against me. Her old pussy was saying, "Yes, yes, I want that big cock!" but it had said that before. Tonight it, not some other part of her, was going to have its way; it was going to get a big cock.

I had just pushed her shoulder back against the bed and pulled up a little so that I could start mouthing her tits when the door softly opened. Maria started to raise up, but I didn't let her. Finally she said, "Sam, someone's here!"

I took my mouth from a sweet tit and looked down into her face. "I invited him to watch," I said, "so just forget about it." But I glanced over, and the sixteen year old was standing there wide-eyed and feasting his eyes on the male and female in the midst of sex. I laughed, then lowered my mouth to her tits again, reached down and began fingering her pussy as I loved first one and then the other with my mouth. She seemed to want to resist, but I got a finger into her and started working it, and that coupled with my mouth on her tits was too much for her. She reached for my cock and started stroking it Finally I started kissing my way up to her mouth, straightening my body at the same time; as I reached her mouth my cock was lying along her cunt and I gave the old hip-motion that let her have a good feel of it. "Want to play awhile longer, or are you ready to fuck?" I asked.

"Gosh, Sam, I'd like to let you, but...."

"Forget that old crap about your period, sweetie! I know that's a bunch of shit. Tonight we're going to fuck!" I hoisted my hips, reached down to take hold of my own prong and run it slowly up and down the full length of her cooze. "See how good that feels? Once you feel it sliding in, baby...."

"Please, Sam, you're so big! You'll hurt me."

I gave it a little consideration-probably using thoughts I wouldn't have used if I had been alone with her-and decided that maybe she was right. She hadn't been fucked, and I was big. Maybe she should get broken in by a small one, then she'd be able and willing to take a bigger one. I turned and looked at the sixteen year old. "Strip, kid," I said.

He gulped and turned red again, but he slowly started undressing. like I said before, he had a pretty good build for a kid that age. Fairly broad shoulders, tapered hips, strong looking. But as he slid his pants and shorts down and off I got a real surprise-sixteen he was, smaller in stature, but he had a whang that put a lot of older guys to shame. It wasn't quite as big as mine, but it was still a healthy-sized hunk of meat "Well," I told myself, "it's still a little smaller...."

I got him up on the bed with us, with Maria in the middle, and the three of us started playing around. She obviously thought that I had gotten side-tracked, and when I got him sucking on her tits and I went at her pussy with my fingers again she reached out and took a big prong in each hand. She slowly started stroking them; I let her do it a bit, smiling to myself. When I thought the time was right I stopped her. "Okay, kid," I poked the younger guy, "straddle her."

He looked up, gulped, but he obeyed. He straddled her. "Now run your cock up and down her pussy the way you saw me doing," I instructed, and again he obeyed. I smiled at the look of sheer pleasure on his face, then reached out and stopped him. I pushed his hand off his prick, took it myself and shoved it until I got the head caught. "Okay," I said, "now start shoving it in and out, only go slow. Just a little at a time."

I bent over and put my mouth over Maria's, French kissing her so that she couldn't say anything, playing with her tits with a free hand, and the kid did what I had told him. He started driving his cock in and out slowly, a little more with each drive, and it was what I had expected. Maria might have resisted, but her body spoke louder than her' words had. I could feel her beginning to like the feeling of that hunk of meat sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy; I could feel it in her lips when his prick hit her maidenhead. I swallowed the gasp she gave as he, sensing an obstacle, gave an added thrust that let him penetrate, then I knew that they were on the road. I pulled away, nodded at the kid to move up, and leaned back on my haunches to watch. He lowered his upper body and began kissing her, his youthful ass-end moving up and down in slow, cock-sinking strokes. It didn't last long; he began increasing his tempo. He increased it more, and Maria joined in. They separated, belly-clashed, separated, belly-clashed, and then they both started making sex sounds and he sent it home for the last time. I strained a little myself imagining his engine swelling as the cum went down into it, the beautiful sensations he was getting as it started shooting. Maria was getting her jollies off, too, thrashing around and thrusting her cunt on his joint even after he had quit fucking and started shooting. Finally the kid folded up on top of her, and they laid there breathing heavily for several minutes. I let them rest, then I pushed on the kid; he got the message and rolled over onto his back.

I reached out and gently rubbed Maria's moist pussy. "Nice, wasn't it? Didn't that feel good?"

"Oooooooh!" she answered.

I straddled her, rubbed my cock up and down. "Think you could take another one tonight?"

"I...I don't know," she whispered.

"Well, let's give it a try." I spit on my palm, rubbed the spit all over my cockhead, then positioned it. Leaning over to find her mouth with mine, I started working my cock in slowly. She was tight, real tight, and warm and still moist. It slid fairly easily, tight as it was, and I was getting pleasant sensations from the first stroke. In a matter of minutes I knew that it was reciprocal; she started rising up to meet me, pulling away as I did, rising up again. Finally, for kicks, I just held still and let her do the fucking, and she really went at it. She pushed herself off the bed until she'd taken me to the root, my balls falling between her legs; she lowered herself until just the head was in her, then raised up again. That tight pussy was giving my cock one hell of a thrill, and I started in again. We went at it, screwing our way to a terrific climax.

The surprise of my life came the next day. The home-room teacher gave me a message that the School Counselor wanted to see me immediately. My first thought, of course, was that he was going to read the riot act about my performance (or lack thereof) despite the real effort I had made that week.

I went in. The Counselor is a fellow in his late twenties. He was supposed to be able to "identify" with the students, so the administration had picked a "hippie" type, or "love child." He was probably a fairly handsome guy, but you couldn't really tell. You could see large eyes, a nicely shaped nose, but a beard and mustache camouflaged the rest. He had a lithe, well-proportioned body-as a matter-of-fact, if some of the stories I had heard were true I could imagine him sitting naked in a "pad" and having the female members of the "clan" waiting their turn to get at him.

Anyway, I reached his office and he leaned back, telling me to close the door behind me and nodding to the chair in front of his desk. I closed the door, sat down, and waited for the lecture to begin. But he said, "Sam, I've gotten quite a few reports on your recent activities. I'd like to know a little more about it"

"like...like what?" I asked, wondering if I was going to get the hooks put into me again, the way Carter had done it. Jesus, what if he had some kind of freaky taste that he was going to insist I satisfy or else?

His eyes twinkled. "Get off the defensive, man, I'm on your side. Tell me about your theory?"

I shrugged my shoulders and told him.

"And your goal, then, is to get everybody in the school willing and able to participate in free love?"

"I guess that's what you'd call it. I think they ought to be able to enjoy the mattress sports without any hang-ups."

He nodded. "I thoroughly agree with you. And I'll have to admit that it seems to definitely have a positive effect. A couple of what I imagine were your first 'cases' have begun to show remarkable improvement in both social life and studies." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Sam, I think that you can help me a lot in my work. Some times I can't get the kids to talk-and those are usually the ones I think are having sex problems, or at least sex is a part of it. I'd like to be able to call on you when I have such a student and have you go work on them."

"Well...well, sure," I answered. "I'd be glad to."

"Good. We'd be in touch."

I took that as a dismissal and pushed myself up. I had just reached the door when he stopped me. I turned back. "Sam, as a friend, not the Counselor, I thought I might invite you over to my place one of these evenings. There are twelve of us who live in a big house, we have some pretty good times."

"Sounds great," I answered-and it did. Man, imagine a party with a dozen people going to town! A dozen free-loving, experienced people! I'll be waiting for the invitation."

I went back to class feeling pretty good. Man, if that wasn't proof that I was fight I don't know what it would take to prove it! Old Sam Barton, trouble-shooter and healer, had been acknowledged by the authorities; his help had been asked for! "Yes, sir," I told myself, "before we're through we're going to have every kid in this school knowing how to enjoy life!"

I printed in my note-book, "Show me the happy kid and I'll show you the kid who is happy in his fucking!"