Chapter 6
Susan phoned early in the week, and I put her off till the Saturday. I hated doing this as I was just longing to get fresh with her again, but my second-sense told me me that it would be better to do the thing properly without fear of Mrs. Dawson getting suspicious. I also rang Tina and remembered a previous engagement. I fixed up to take her a run in the car on Sunday and have a picnic lunch, which she kindly offered to provide. I agreed to bring the drinks. It was going to be a busy weekend!
I treated the usual number of coughs, colds, mumps, measles, visited a number of ailing, elderly patients and tried to ease their sufferings, pulled out two new babies, and diagnosed one case of syphilis. Then, at last, Saturday came round. How the morning dragged!
Susan arrived early, bless her; I judged she had been equally impatient and bitterly disappointed in having to wait the extra day to see me. Still here she was now, looking as radiant as ever and sexy as hell.
She was dressed just the same as on her previous visit.
As soon as the front door was safely closed behind her and duly locked, I took the child in my arms and kissed her lovingly. The warmth of her reciprocating kiss delighted me.
I led her upstairs and into my room. She showed no surprised, and began pulling off her clothes. We each knew exactly where we stood! We'd already burnt our bridges and there was no pulling out now!
I tenderly picked up her bare body and lowered it gently on to the bed. Soon my tongue was up the now-healed cunt, and wetting the entrance to her dainty quim. She was busy rubbing her wet lips along my prick and licking the entire length of it with her tongue.
She was eager and ready before I was, and imploring me to take he in my arms and fuck her.
"Please, please, Dick darling (I had told her to call me Dick when we were alone), don't tease me any more, come on top of me now and push it up inside me. It's not sore any more ... and it's been stretched once ... so I'm sure I can take it. . . it may hurt, dearest, but I don't mind ... and I do want you so terribly."
I climbed between Susan's outstretched thighs and felt the warmth of her body next to mine. My cock was rearing to explore the innermost recesses of her small young twat and soon pressing for admittance. The hard knob thrust unerringly into the opening and sought to penetrate her vagina.
I pushed hard and felt the muscles yield. Slowly, an inch at a time, I worked my cock inside her, till the hard head reached the wider, more flexible walls; then up and up it slipped, till the whole organ was up her as far as it would go. Then, knowing the length of penetration possible without hurting her, I started to fuck her, slowly at first and then faster and faster. My hands were tucked under her soft bottom and my lips sucking one of the tiny erect nipples. She was clasping my buttocks, pulling me into her, and panting with ever mounting passion.
"Darling, darling," she murmured, "it's all up me now. . . your lovely prick is fucking me. My cunt is burning with desire. . . fuck me harder, Dick, dear. . . it isn't hurting any more. . . and I want you to make me come with that gorgeous tool of yours."
Hell, the kid was a wonderful poke! I had never been in such a tight fanny; it reminded me of Tina's arsehole, it gripped me so fiercely.
I was longing to ejaculate and dreading the thought of having to pull out at the last moment. She was so tight and holding me so firmly, I wondered if I would be able to withdraw it so quickly ... and I did so want to feel my sperm gushing out into her warm, receptive cunt. . . I hesitated and then said, "Susan, sweetheart, would you mind terribly if I came inside you. I'll give you a pill to take ... you know one of the ones there's all the fuss about in the papers. . . I can syringe you out immediately and if necessary give you an injection to be quite sure. . . and it is the safest time between your periods ... what do you think?"
"Oh! Dick! I couldn't it if you pulled it out now. I want to feel that nice warm cream spurting up inside my belly. . . please don't take it away. . . I couldn't bear it!" Two round blue eyes looked at me pleadingly, there was a sob of sheer desperation in the child's voice.
I didn't reply, but just squeezed her butt tenderly. I resumed my fucking.
My lips sought hers, and I felt her body tensing as she neared her first climax. Her muscles held me in a voice and her cunt pulsated' as the spasms started to shake her sweet young body. Her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth and her fingers digging into my heaving buttocks. It all happened at once ... She pulled me wildly up her throbbing cunt and held me in her, as the jets of spunk shot into the hungry passage and filled it with my copious sperm. After a while I rolled my heavy weight off her aching body, and lay contentedly alongside her, holding her tight in my arms, while she happily ruffled my hair and tickled the hair on my chest.
I had remained in her till my cock had shrink to it's normal size and slipped smoothly from her slippery cunt. It now nestled snugly in her miniature bush, and my knee was wedged tight up against her dripping vagina. We gazed joyfully into each other's eyes and waited for our strength to return to our weary bodies.
Some thirty minutes later we were at it again! She was on her tummy, with a pillow pushed under to raised her buttocks. I was up behind her, once more ravishing that lustful little minge and refilling its empty recesses.
She was loving it, reveling in the new thrill of being poked by a virile young man, and treated like a grown up woman to all the many thrilling aspects of a sex relationship.
When she had enough and I was fully satisfied, I carried her into the bathroom and douched and sponged her. I gave her a small injection of a new drug, not yet on the market, which an American friend from medical school days had sent to me to test. It was, he said, proving very effective in the states. I gave her a pill to swallow, and left the rest to the Dame Fortune, who I trusted would see fit to smile on us.
Life was indeed pleasant that summer. My two mistresses showed no signs of tiring of my weekly sessions, often twice weekly in Tina's case. I led a full, happy sex life with the two of them, one ten years older, the other nearly fifteen years younger than myself.