Chapter 4
It was only natural, in my present and expanding state of mind, that I should begin to think of my own daughter in a sexual way. Something evil and grand possessed my mind and my body, and there seemed to be no limit to my lust for young flesh. When my family returned from the northern part of the country and we settled down to a more or less normal state of affairs, I found that my secret trysts with Eclair were less exciting with each passing day.
Although I used every possible opportunity to sneak into the maid's bedroom and quickly nail her to the mattress, my mind leaped out into many directions for new pussy to calm the raging fire in my loins. I knew that I was becoming-or had become-a rather depraved rascal, a deflowerer of young maidenheads, a ravager of children, but I could not stem the tide of yearnings that swept overme with every waking moment.
My daughter had always been a devoted child and an affectionate child in the bargain. In recent years, she had kissed me with more feeling when she left the apartment or arrived from school or departed for bed. In more recent times, I had more than once felt the heavy pressure of her growing breasts against me, and each time it happened, I felt the lust growing in my loins. I had chastised myself for these feelings, but in spite of that, they had been growing steadily.
The turning point came, I think, a month after my family had returned from my cousin's funeral and Nancy was preparing to go to a school dance. Althea and Eclair had gone out to do some shopping, and I knew they would be late, because on
Saturday night the stores were open until nine o'clock. Nancy had taken her bath and gone to her room to prepare herself and dress for the dance. I was to take her in a hired carriage later on.
She had no date and was going to be at the dance with several of her girlfriends, many of whom I had already pegged for future conquests. It occurred to me, as I sat in the parlor listening to Rachmaninoff, that it would be well for me to somehow take Nancy into my confidence and thus assure myself of a steady stream of young blood for my growing desires-to wit, her school friends.
Thinking thus, I went to her room and saw that she was sitting in her panties and brassiere at her dressing table applying a faint shade of lipstick to her young lips. I went into the room without caution or embarrassment to either of us-we had always been less than inhibited around the apartment and many times I had seen her in her nothings as she had darted from bath to bedroom or vice versa.
"All set for a big evening?" I asked as I sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her in the mirror. I was surprised at the enormity of her young breasts. I had not realized that they had grown to such proportion that they literally spilled over her tight brassiere.
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "All set. I just hope the boys behave themselves tonight."
"Don't they always?"
"Not lately," she said, half turning to face me. As she turned, I saw her breasts in silhouette and noted that they protruded much farther than her mother's. , "What have they been doing lately?"
"Oh, feeling and pinching and stuff," she said. "Once, a boy actually put his hand on me-down here."
She pointed to her crotch, and I felt a large ping in my own crotch.
"You mean, he actually grabbed you by the sex?"
"Yes, Daddy. Of course, they're always goosing girls between the buttocks and trying to feel our breasts, but that's the first time one of them actually got so bold as to grab me there."
"What did you do?" I was getting terribly worked up over the conversation-not so much in anger at what the boy had done, but in jealousy at not being the one to do it.
"I hit him in the stomach with my fist," she said proudly.
"Good girl," I said. "Do you know what he wanted?"
"I'm not sure," she said. "All I know is what I hear in the toilet at school, Daddy. I don't know much about these things."
"Hasn't your mother talked to you about sex?"
"Only about the birds, bees, dogs, and cattle," she said. "I don't have the foggiest idea of what all that has to do with boys always trying to pinch and feel me."
It was time, I decided, that my daughter had a full lesson on sex. I stood up and went to her, pressing my crotch against her almost naked back. I put my hands gently on her naked shoulders and smiled fondly down at her, noting at the same time that her breasts were creamy and smooth and that I could see right between them to her stomach from my hicrh vantage point.
"Darling Nancy," I said. "I think I should tell you what the boys want from you. And I shall warn you that you are never to give it to them."
She turned to face me and I felt myself erecting again from the lovely sight of her half-naked body.
"First," I said, 'I want you to remove your panties and brassiere."
"Why, Daddy?"
"Because it is necessary that you remove them for me to demonstrate a certain fact of life."
She hesitated briefly, then smiled and snaked the panties down over her hips, thighs, and legs. I stood back and looked at the small triangle of dark hair at her pubus, then ogled the jutting breasts as she reached back to unsnap her brassiere. The brassiere came away, and I was staring at the naked, trembling body of my own daughter.
I stood still in the room, listening to my daughter's heavy breathing, trying to control my own thoughts and actions. My heart pounded so crazily, I was afraid it was going to jump out of my chest. I knew that what I planned was wrong, but I also knew that it was wrong for me to be going to bed with all the young girls I craved so desperately. Nancy, at that moment, represented the epitome of teen-age conquest, the highest mark in my appointed target, the goal of my sex-crazed yearnings for young flesh.
Slowly, I took off my trousers, shirt, and underwear and stood before my daughter as naked as a newborn babe. My erection stood out dramatically and throbbed from the sheer hunger of knowing that it was so near conquest-and what a conquest!
I approached Nancy and noticed that her body trembled considerably. I took her in my arms and felt the soft firmness of her new breasts against my body. My throbbing tool flattened against her stomach, and she clung to me willingly, passionately.
"What we are about to do," I said, "has been done by man and woman since the beginning of time. It is a necessary action for the propagation of the race, and along with that vital function, it is a highly desirable and pleasurable pastime."
"What are we going to do, Daddy?"
"We, my dear child, are going to copulate."
"like you do with Eclair?" she asked.
I nearly swallowed my tongue. And my erection suffered just as much as my emotions. I stared at Nancy and felt the throbbing beast dying on me. I also felt my soul dying, if I had one.
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.
"I've heard you and seen you," she said. "I wasn't sure what was going on when I first heard you two in her room at night, but I sneaked in there one evening before Eclair went to bed, and I hid in her closet. I opened the door a crack and saw you come in real late and climb into her bed. The candles weren't lit, but the moon was awfully bright that night, and I saw you both naked on the bed. You had your big thing right up between her legs, and you were humping and bucking all over the bed. You were using awful language, too, Daddy-and so was she."
I felt like crying. If Nancy had found me out, how much did Althea know? I had to find out.
"Have you said anything about this to anyone?"
"Just Eclair," she said. My heart almost stopped. "Oh, don't worry," Nancy went on. "We're great friends, and we discuss everything. Mummy doesn't know, and we'll never tell her. Can you and I copulate now, Daddy? I've never done it, and I think it should be great fun with you."
I must admit that when it came to teen-aged flesh, I had little or no conscience. And if Nancy had not mentioned her knowledge of Eclair and me, it is highly possible that I would have fucked her right there on her bed. But now I felt ashamed, degraded. All I could think of doing was covering up my nakedness and getting out of the room as quickly as possible.
"Darling," I said, picking up my clothing and holding it in front of me, "I'm afraid we can't. It really isn't right, but it also isn't right for you to do it with anyone else until after you're married. All right?"
"If you say so, Daddy."
I turned and left the room. I dressed in my own room and lay on the bed wondering what to do about the situation. I was certain that Nancy would not say a word of what had happened-or what she knew about Eclair-but my concern was more with what might happen in my relationship with my daughter. What would her reaction be when we kissed hello or goodbye? Would she try to seduce me, to force me to copulate with her? Would she turn against me? What? What? What?
It was obvious that I take my sex out of the house from this moment on; that it was all over with Eclair. I could not take the chance that Althea might also hear the sounds in the maid's bedroom and decide to investigate. I didn't expect my wife to be quite as tolerant about it as my daughter.
But I had to have sex, and that sex had to be with young girls. My mind began to cast off into several areas but always came back to the same place-school. In my present state of mind, I wished that I had become a schoolteacher.
A schoolteacher!
My God, I had forgotten all about Rolland Heffington, the schoolmaster at Brydesden School. I didn't know him well, but I had got involved in a rouser of a conversation with him at a recent party. He had been telling me about some of the really "hot" girls in his school and the difficulties he encountered in dealing with them. He told about one girl who actually took off her clothing in his office and offered to give herself to him that very moment if she could escape a small punishment he had promised her for misbehaving in class.
I had always intended looking up good old Rolland to be eyewitness to some of the girls he had mentioned, but I had never done so. I would attend to it straight off, of course.
I left the office early the following Monday and went to the school when I knew that classes were finished and Rolland would be alone in his office. He remembered me and seemed happy to see me.
"I'll come to the point right off," I said after I was seated comfortably in his office. "I've never forgotten our conversation at the Wilsons' party, and I've never forgotten those wonderful and desirable girls you mentioned. I got the distinct idea that you have a great fondness for young girls."
He looked at me with a slightly suspicious look, as though he thought I might be a secret investigator checking into his habits.
"Don't look so worried," I said with a smile. "I'm no investigator for the school or the government. I, too, have a great fondness for young flesh, and I have come to the source, so to speak. I wonder if you would help me to locate some hot young girl who loves to, shall I say, make love?"
He looked at me for a long moment, and I didn't know whether I was in or out. His expression told me that he could go either way. It was a calculated risk. If he were repulsed by my proposition, he could do little more than throw me out. If he liked it, I was in. Suddenly, he laughed and slapped his thigh.
"By Jove!" he roared. "I had thought I was the only rascal in the whole world who went all to pieces over young girls. I'm happy to have an accomplice. It's a wonderful feeling to know that somebody else shares your avocation."
We discussed the matter at great length, and he insisted that whatever plan we worked out would have to be handled with the greatest amount of discretion and aplomb.
"Tell me," I said, "do you have a school nurse?"
"Yes, of course."
"Good, then there must be a medical bag around as well as a clinic."
"Oh, yes. We take very good care of the pupils."
"All right, then," I said. "How about if we conduct a medical examination? I can be the examiner, and you can arrange to keep a girl after school and bring her to the hospital room after the nurse has gone home. I won't tell you the details of my plan, but I assure you it will be a very good one-and very discreet."
He trusted me, and three days later, I was back at the school after classes were out. I went directly to the chnic, which Rolland had shown me on my original visit, and put on a white robe. Rolland came in shortly.
"I have a girl who is coming down in five minutes," he said. "Her name is Ellen, and she has a slight reputation, although not a bad one. She was caught sticking her tongue out at the gym instructor and kept on detention. You'll have a half hour with her."
"All right," I said. "You stay for the first few minutes to give her confidence in me, then slip into the other room here and listen. I promise you, there will be no problems. My plan is perfect, foolproof."
The girl showed up promptly, and Rolland led her to me at the large desk the nurse used.
"This is Dr. Hollingsworth," he said. "He is from the government health association, and he wants to ask you a few questions."
"All right." She breathed easier when she determined that she was not going to be given a spanking, as was the usual case.
"Just relax, Ellen," I said. "It is Ellen, isn't it?"
"Yes, Doctor."
It felt good, being called "Doctor." And it felt good seeing the wholehearted confidence the girl showed in me. I would have felt like a regular blighter if I had not been so entranced by the girl's dark, haunting beauty and her enormous tits.
"Ellen, I will be at the school for a few days giving examinations to a very few girls for a very specific reason." I stopped and looked at Rolland. "Do you mind, Mr. Heffington?" I said. "I think perhaps Ellen might be able to answer my questions more easily if we were alone."
"Of course," he said, smiling. "I'll be in my office when you're finished, Doctor."
When he had gone, I turned to Ellen and realized that I had a extremely choice piece of meat on my hands. She was a darling child, and her eyes spoke of happiness in bed. But I was not to get her to bed, merely over the end of the desk.
"Ellen," I said abruptly, "one of the reasons we have kept you after school is not to punish you, but to check out a nasty rumor that has been going around the whole city."
"Rumor, sir?"
I could tell by the panic behind her eyes that she had a pretty fair idea of what the rumor might be. I couldn't believe that my first subject would represent pay dirt.
"Yes, my dear, I don't think a sweet child of your caliber should be concerned, but you must understand that it is necessary for this examination. If we took everyone's word for it, we might never be able to get to the bottom of the situation. You might tell the whole truth, but others wouldn't. Because some people actually do tell lies, it is necessary that we examine all of them, including those who customarily tell the truth. Do you understand?"
"Certainly," she said, smiling quickly. "It's like the innocent suffering because of the guilty."
"Something like that," I said, "except there will be no suffering. Merely a medical examination."
"Examination for what, sir?"
I coughed and pretended a slight embarrassment. "I have been instructed by my superiors," I said, "to check into stories that several girls in our schools have been, shall I say, indulging in illicit affairs with the boys. It is my sworn duty..."
"Surely, you don't believe that I have done such a thing?"
"Of course not," I said. "But I must examine you, although I must say that a medical examination cannot always tell. If you have had relations with a young man, it is possible that I will be able to determine so. In most cases, though, it is impossible to tell; but we must work within the framework of our knowledge."
"How can you tell?"
"Various way," I said. "If you will bear with me, Ellen, we shall try to determine. Keep in mind that I may not be able to determine for certain if you are a virgin."
"ll you can't," she said, looking at me hopefully, "what do you report?"
"Simply that you are a virgin. Would you please remove all your clothing?"
She hesitated, but I stood up and came around the desk. I turned my back and pretended to be searching for a particular instrument in the big bag used by the nurse. I heard the rippling of cloth behind me and knew that this girl was eager to prove her virginity to me. I began to have cold fears that she truly was a virgin, but I doubted it. I would have to go through with my plan, though.
"All right, Doctor," she said.
I turned and tried with all my might to maintain a professional decorum as I stared at her lovely naked body. Her brassiere and light pink panties were piled on top of her school clothes on the desk. I glanced at them and felt my dork erecting heavily under the white robe. I looked at the erect breasts, the dark, pointing nipples. Her body was perfect, except that her hips were a little wider than might have been expected for a girl of her tender years.
"Don't be shy, Ellen," I said. "I have to examine your breasts first. Just remember that doctors' hands are like medical instruments. All right?"
"All right."
I pressed the soft breasts, poking the nipples, squeezing the bottoms of the globes, probing at the sides, shifting them from side to side, then going back to the nipples. I noticed that her breathing became uneven and that her nipples were erecting into small buttons of hardness. I controlled my own breathing with a tremendous amount of self-control.
"Turn around," I said.
She turned, and I slipped my hands around from behind to press the high, heaving breasts. I looked down the cleavage of her tender buttocks and felt like pushing my bulge into them. But I maintained strict discipline over myself.
"All right," I said, releasing her breasts. "Bend over the desk and stand with your legs slightly apart."
She looked at me with an almost knowing smile, but I looked at her sternly. Her mistrust turned to shame, and she quickly bent over the desk. I crouched behind her and looked at her sex. The lips were narrow and soft-looking in their little nest of hair. I spread her buttocks and probed at her tiny brown hole with my middle finger. She shivered and began to move about with a small degree of nervous excitement.
I probed at her twat and was surprised to find that it was quite moist. In fact, she was so moist that a small stream of juice was running into the fine hairs of her upper left thigh.
"Bend over more," I said. "Now, this next move is quite necessary, so don't be alarmed."
"I won't be," she said. She had begun to breath so hard that it was difficult for her to talk.
I moved my finger about in the center of her pussy and began to push it in. She let out a small cry and went to her tiptoes.
"Steady, now," I said in a reassuring voice.
I moved the finger in slowly until I could push it in no farther; then I revolved it just as slowly, first to the left, then to the right. I watched the girl closely and saw that her fists were clutched around her clothing and that she was actually biting her lower lip. I took my finger out and rested both my hands on her hips. Her buttocks began to move from side to side under the pressure of my hands.
"Well," she said in her tight, almost sexy voice, "what is your verdict?"
"Do you really want to hear it?"
She slumped on the desk and pulled her legs together. I knew I was right. The girl, by her own admission, not by my phony examination, was not a virgin. She stood up and half turned toward me. I could see the silhouette of her breasts against the brightness of the outside window. It was fully erected and felt that my animal would at any moment burst out of his confinement.
"What will your report say?" she asked, staring down at her pile of clothing. Her left hand still gripped her panties, and I wished they were in my own hand.
"I'm sworn to report the truth," I said. "I don't know how I can do..."
"Do you always report the truth?" She was facing me now, and I have never seen such a look of self-determination, of the strong will to survive at any cost.
"Most always," I said.
She relaxed and knew that she had me. She came closer, and when the dark tips of her breasts were touching the white front of my robe, her fingers began to toy with my necktie.
"What would it take to get you to report that I am a virgin?" she asked.
"Is it so important to you?" I asked.
"My father will kill me," she said.
"It couldn't be that bad," I said. I had made up my mind to one thing-if I were going to screw any of the girls I examined, it would be only through their insistence. I was not going to use any force, persuasion, or other tricks on them. My full intentions were to get at the truth through implication and let them carry the ball from there.
"Oh yes it could," she said. "He is a brute of a man who thinks sex is a tool of the devil. He would simply beat me to death if he thought I had done anything with a boy."
She begun to flatten her breasts against me, and her groin was almost to the bulge in my trousers.
"I don't know what else I can do," I said. "My examination shows..."
She slid her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. I pretended to back away, and she followed me, pressing the full length of her body against me. I bent in the middle to keep her from feeling my erection.
"Young lady," I said, pretending shock, "this is highly irregular, but I must warn you that I am only human. You are a very beautiful young lady, and you are fully unclothed, in case you don't recall."
"I recall," she said, rubbing her hand up and down my chest. "You're very handsome for a doctor. I thought all doctors were homely and had no sex feelings at all."
"I can't speak for the others," I said, "but I have a tremendous amount of sexual desire, and you aren't helping matters at all."
The girl was as precocious as I had hoped. Her hand unbuttoned the white robe and began to work on my trousers. She felt the bulge as she worked on the buttons, and her breathing picked up considerably.
I kept offering feeble protests, but the girl was determined to preserve her reputation, at least with her father, and she pursued the matter until she had extricated my throbbing tool and was staring at it in wonderment.
"I didn't know doctors were so big," she said. "Again," I said a little stiffly, "I can't speak for the others. If you don't stop, young lady, I cannot be responsible for the developments."
"Then don't be," she said, taking my enormous tool and rubbing it in her pubic hair. "Just do what comes natural."
"What can we do here?" I asked. "There is no couch. Nothing but the desk."
"We can do it the same way we did it during the examination," she said. "Except, instead of using your finger, you can use this delightful beast."
I gave one last attempt at professional hesitation. "I don't know, Ellen. This is highly irregular."
"Please," she said, kissing me again and slipping my tool between her thighs. "I want you. You're very handsome and so virile. I want you inside me. After all, it isn't as though you would be the first."
"I don't know..."
"Come," she said.
She led me back to the desk. "Please," she said. "We can pretend that it's part of the examination."
"I suppose I should take off my trousers," I said. "It wouldn't do to get them messed up. Do you mind?"
"By all means," she said. "Why don't you get completely naked, or will the principal be coming back?"
"Not-likely," I said. "I told him I would come to his office when the examination was over."
"Good. Take off your clothes."
She turned to watch me as I stripped, then came into my arms once more. I felt the great throb of passion throughout my body and wanted to ravage the sweet child then and there, but it was necessary that I retain some semblance of professional attitude. I kissed her avidly, though, and we went back to the desk.
She promptly bent over the desk, revealing her gleaming buttocks and wet pussy to me again. I stepped up behind her and probed her twat with my fingers. It was sopping wet, and I knew that she was going to be exceedingly delightful. I stuck the end of my cork into the entrance of her vagina and hear her gasp.
I waited a respectful moment; then, placing my hands on her hips, I guided the hungry monster into her. She received me with only a medium degree of tightness, but the abundance of lubrication allowed me pleasant entry. When I was within an inch of full penetration, when my pubic hairs were tickling her white, gleaming buttocks, I rammed into her hard. She bucked and cried out under me, and I wriggled my ass from side to side, making her cry out, moan, groan, sigh, and gasp in a rapid succession of passionate responses.
"My God," she said. "I've had four up there already, but none of them ever went this far. Oh, Doctor, you're a welcome addition to the neighborhood."
"Thank you," I said.
I had still retained a great deal of my doctoral guise, but I was about to revert to type. The girl was ravishing and beautiful, and I wanted to drop all inhibitions and to screw her viciously and passionately.
I began a slow and steady stroking of her tight, wet little pussy and saw that she was grasping the clothing again. I bent over her body and cupped her hanging breasts from behind again. She pressed her bosom forward, squeezing her tits into my fingers. I played the fingers over her titties and pinched the nipples tightly. She squealed and wriggled her buttocks against my rampant cork.
"Are you ready?" I asked, holding still against her warm, panting body.
"Oh God, yes," she cried. "Do it, Doctor. Do it now. Fuck me."
I couldn't wait any longer. I maintained more calm than I had known I was capable of maintaining. Now, I was the hairy beast, the eternal animal, the primeval creature who knew only the pursuit of pleasures. I rammed it into her viciously, slamming her brutally against the desk. She cried out an almost steady stream of obscenities as I screwed her little snatch to a fever temperature and gripped her tits until I was certain they were going to come off in my hands.
"Take me, Doctor," she squealed. "Oh, take me, hump me, jump me, fuck me!"
She came quickly, and I knew that I was not far behind her in that department. As the juices boiled in my sexy balls, however, I conceived another idea. Since she was satisfied, it would be all right for me to indulge in another activity that had occasionally pleased me. I withdrew and raised my tool a few inches to the tiny brown anus. She gasped when the wet, glistening knob touched the unviolated channel, but I didn't give her a chance to resist.
I pushed it in a full inch, and she let out a hoarse yell of delight and pain. "Oh my God!" she yelled. l showed no mercy. I drove the throbbing battering ram in to the hilt and, after a moment's rest, began the same furious stroking that had satisfied her pussy. I was surprised when she began panting again and started up her bucking and gyrating. I humped the tiny hole with renewed vengeance and shot my load of spunk deep into her bowels as she came for the second time.
Just as I finished emptying my genitals of their heady fluid, the door opened and Rolland Heffington stood in the doorway, staring at us in a great dramatic display of pretended shock and dismay.
"What on earth!" he exclaimed. "Doctor Hollingsworth, I can scarcely believe that this is part of a medical examination."
I pulled out of the stunned girl and backed away, pretending that I was caught red-handed with some heinous crime. The girl picked up her clothes and held them to her breast. Rolland quickly closed the door behind him and came up to us.
"Ellen, I am going to assume that the doctor learned something about you that we had all suspected. Is this true?"
The girl nodded and looked to me for support.
"Now Mr. Heffington," I said with a kind voice, "this little matter can be easily explained. The girl was not a virgin, as you had suspected, but we had no intention of doing anything like this. I suppose the examination just got a little out of hand."
"I would say so," he said.
"I realize," I said, still pretending great fear and panic, "that this entire matter could easily be misconstrued by others, and I am trusting that you will be discreet. I have learned that this poor child's father would kill her if he suspected that she is not a virgin. This is why ... why..."
"Is that true?" the schoolmaster asked the girl.
"Yes, sir," she said.
He pretended to give the matter a great deal of thought. "Have you indulged yourself very often with boys?" he asked.
The girl looked him straight in the eye when she answered. "Yes."
"Do you like it? I mean, do you have a great feeling for sex?"
"Oh, yes."
"I see. Well, I guess it cannot be helped when a girl is so inclined. There are a lot of girls like that, and it is certainly nothing to be ashamed of. How many boys have you had?"
"Four," Ellen said. "But I've had each of them several times. Once, I went seven times in a row with three boys."
"Marvelous," the principal said. "Do you think you could go once more-right now?"
The girl smiled and looked quickly at me. She saw how her body once more was going to get her out of deep trouble. I nodded to indicate that I thought it would be wise of her to indulge herself with the schoolmaster.
"I live alone," the schoolmaster said, "and I have little chance for anything like this. I hope you understand that I'm not blackmailing you or anything."
"Of course not," I said with a reassuring tone. "However, it is strictly up to Ellen. I don't want my reputation ruined, but the girl is her own master, you know."
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. 'I don't mind at all."
She had dropped the clothes back to the desk, and her naked body was fully exposed to Rolland. She moved close to him, and he responded by taking her into his arms and kissing her passionately. Before I could count three, he had taken off his clothing and pushed the girl over the desk backward. The sight of her spread legs and gaping pussy caused me to erect again, so I went to a small chair near the window and sat on it.
Rolland wasted no time plunging his hungry tiger into the girl's ready puss, and as I watched, his buttocks flashed rapidly and he was screwing her as though it were his first and last time. The girl began to fling out the small obscenities again, and I knew that she was, indeed, a marvelous piece of machinery. I had heard of nymphomaniacs, but this child had them all beaten.
When Rolland finished in a burst of ribald shouts, he pulled out and left the panting girl unsatisfied and writhing on the desk. She drew her legs up as though she had cramps and kept crying for him to continue. But his pecker was growing soft, and he was incapable of doing a blessed thing for the child.
I stepped forward quickly and grabbed her knees. I pulled them apart and jammed my tool into the wide-open receptacle. Her legs immediately encircled my back, and her heels dug into my buttocks, pulling me close, then releasing me.
Naturally, my climax took a long time, and the girl hit her peak while I was still pumping up to a good head of steam. But she seemed to welcome the massive intruder and kept with me until, when I felt my second orgasm bubbling through my groin, she increased her activity and I knew that she was working up to what must be her fourth of the afternoon.
We came together this time, and I knew that the session was over. I washed in the small bathroom off the clinic, and when I returned to the room, Ellen and the schoolmaster were fully dressed.
"So we all have a little secret now," Rolland said. "Each of us knows something that could be dynamite to the other."
"Right," I said.
"And that means that each of us must maintain the silence of the Sphinx," Rolland said. "Am I right?"
We all agreed wholeheartedly. When Ellen left, she left with a happy heart, knowing that her secret was safe-and also knowing that she had one more male in her harem. And that male was Rolland. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she would be coming to visit him from time to time.
"I think I've done you a great favor," I said.
"You have a steady piece in that one."
"I know," he said. "I can work her in on Tuesdays, perhaps."
"Great Scott," I said. "You mean its that good?"
"Better," he said. "I have so many hot ones coming into the office for play, I have to weed them out and take only the best ones."
"How do you know which are the best ones?"
He winked. "I only weed them out after I've tried them," he said with a happy chuckle.