I eyed Mrs. Walker up and down casually. No woman was dressed like that unless it was bait for something further. Her tight skirt limned her full, voluptuous asscheeks very beautifully, and the wide belt cinched tight around her tiny waist only accented the wonderful pair of tits that peeked roundly and firmly out above her sheer, low-necked blouse. I judged her to be about thirty years old. We entered my office and I commenced taking down her medical history.
Thirty-seven years old. I raised an eyebrow and complimented her on her youthful appearance. Widowed since eighteen, never remarried. Et cetera.
I asked her problem. A vaginal discharge – minor, but annoying. I asked her to go into the examining room and disrobe. While she was preparing herself, I got the instruments together for a pelvic examination, then knocked and entered. She was as altogether exciting as I'd anticipated. If I went for mature women, I'd have gone for her.
I placed her feet in the examination table stirrups, and casually continued my questioning of Mrs. Walker. Periods? Regular. Just recently she'd noticed this problem. Intercourse? Not regularly – in fact, none for over seven years. I began to probe, and entered her cunt with K-Y-Jellied forefinger, only to discover that once I'd parted her cunt lips, my finger would enter barely to the first joint. Her small exclamation of pain as I attempted to probe deeper made me halt. I completed the examination with a Q-Tip swab and visually. She dressed and we went to my office for a consultation. I explained to her that nothing appeared to be infected or organically wrong, and that I'd give her a prescription for a douche that would alleviate the minor problem she had.
"I can't take a douche very well, Doctor," she said. "Every time I do, I get so, so, well, aroused I guess you would call it, that I'm afraid I'll faint."
"Very frankly, Mrs. Walker, your problem is about 90% psychological. You are at your most sexually mature age, and going without, intercourse, or other natural releases that your body and mind need, has built up a reservoir of passion within your mind and body both to the point where any stimulation whatever will release a wave of satisfaction. Don't you have a steady boyfriend or even an acquaintance with whom to get release?" I asked.
"No, Doctor. For two reasons: one, this damned small town is too gossipy and I can't afford it. Second, as you probably noticed earlier, I'm so small that intercourse is too painful with a man, unless I got a man who was a mouse," she laughed. "And that wouldn't be much of a man, would it? And frankly, men just don't interest me that much. They're too demanding and bossy. I've lived alone so long that I prefer to be the boss and have control of any situation."
I smiled, thinking rapidly. "I might have just the solution, Mrs. Walker. You would have to trust me implicitly, and nothing must go beyond this office. Now, if you can be completely honest with me and with yourself, I'm certain I can fix you up in every way. Promise?" I asked.
She nodded vigorously. "What did you have in mind, Doctor?"
"A young boy. That way the size would be compatible, and your emotional needs that you require would be satisfied. What do you think of that idea?" I asked her.
"That would be great," she answered. "Because I have a son that is nineteen now – he's in the Army – and all the time he was growing up I watched it develop, and just got a craving for a clean tender young boy to make love to. I never did bother my son, of course," she hastened to add, "but, God, the thrill I got just studying his tiny penis developing. That might be the answer." Then her face got clouded over. "But where can we find one we can trust in this lousy small town? Do you know of someone, Doctor? I will trust you completely."
"Fine, Mrs… Walker. You be here in my office at 4:30 Thursday afternoon," I told her.
"Call me 'Sally', Doc. This sounds promising. If it does work out, I'll be forever grateful," she said as she left.
Half an hour later my office bell rang and I went out. A man of 40-45 was standing there, nicely dressed.
"Doctor Brentner? My name's Wilson. Harold Wilson. You are working with my boy Tony. Remember him? I wanted to talk to you about that for a moment if I could, Doctor."
I showed him back into my office and we sat down and lit our cigarettes. "First thing, Mr. Wilson," I told him, "anything whatsoever that Tony has told me of a personal nature, or of an intimate mental or emotional facet of his life or feelings, I will not divulge – to you, to his mother, to the law, or anyone else. If we can discuss items of a general nature, or you wish a report on his prognosis, or his progress from time to time, that's okay. I realize you are probably paying my fees for Tony, but he is still my patient, and his personal welfare and improvement is my primary concern. Understood and agreed, Mr. Wilson?" I asked.
"Fair enough. In fact, it's nice to know you can be trusted so completely to protect him. I guess that somewhere along the line I must have failed as a father, or he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in this scandal we had. I know he was very impressed with you, Doc. He told Ma and me that you were 'right-on' and that's as high as you can get in kids' compliments today." He shook his head slowly. "Imagine that little devil banging all those young quims and me and Ma never even suspecting he knew about the birds and bees, much less pussy."
"Oh come now, Wilson. How old were you when you got your first taste of it – fourteen or fifteen?" I asked.
"Thirteen." He grinned. "She was twenty-two. I was staying one weekend with a school buddy that lived out on a farm, and they had a hired gal that was puttin' out like a mink. She broke me in."
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"And how many young girls did you 'break in' in the next six or eight years? Don't answer – I'll bet you'd have to count them up. Remember, Wilson, this is just doing what comes naturally. Everybody enjoys a piece that's young, naive, innocent and tender. We love to show off our knowledge and experience, and to have our experience and talents appreciated. And generally the younger ones are more susceptible and naive, so they get conned into it the first time, find out how great it is, and the cycle starts around again."
"Every older guy likes to think he's young enough to get some beautiful young chick and sweep her off her feet – inflates his ego. Don't forget, too, that it's easy for a tender girl to fall for an older guy – the first hero, the first male love she had was her father. But since that's a taboo, and incest is no-no, she's very vulnerable for an older man to substitute for the father image. Personality transference, we call it."
"I know for a fact, too, that incest is commoner than you'd think. Daddy can't keep his hands off young girls, and if there's none available except his daughters, well, so… There's a lot of it in the case histories. In fact, Wilson, to be perfectly frank about it, I think you actually envy your son Tony's getting all that young stuff. Be honest, now, man."
He met my gaze a few seconds, then smiled. "Well, to be perfectly frank, hell, yes. I know how many were in the sex club, and who most of them were, and shit, Doc, I would give my right arm and left nut to have banged most of them. I'll say this – those boys were screwin' the cream of the crop in this town." He sighed. "Well, I just dropped in to sort of check you out, Doc. I guess you know what you are doing, and maybe you can help the boy out some. We've never had any experience with head-shrinkers before, and I didn't know what to expect. Well, I'll be going, Doc. Thanks a lot for explaining a lot of things. I think you're right about all that stuff you covered." He stood up. Just then my office bell rang to notify me of someone in the lobby, and I told him to wait a moment, that I'd be right back.
I was surprised when I went to the lobby. "Why, Linda, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you have waited and come with Betty tomorrow?" I chided her.
"But I couldn't wait, Doc," she replied. "I need some good fucking in the worst way. Please!" And when she was smiling like that, and thrust those mountainous tits toward me, I could feel the heat rising in my crotch. "Okay," I said, "c'mon." And led her into my examining room. "I'll just be a second, honey. You get comfortable," I told her, and headed into my private office, where Harold Wilson was still waiting.
"Harold, you just listen for a second," I said. "Everything in life is a gamble, and I'm going to gamble on you right now. I think – in fact, I'm sure – that you're exactly the same kind of guy I am. I know your mind, your motivation, and so forth, from talking to you. Now, you can blow my license, my career, and my freedom if you want, or you can join me, and have the pluperfect time of your ever-lusting life," I told him.
"What the hell are you talkin' about, Doc?" he asked.
"Well, Linda – Linda Paulson – just came into the office, and if I slide this pass-through window back about an inch, like this" – I did, to show him how – "you're going to see illustrated what you and I were discussing a few minutes ago. And I can and will cut you in on it: deal?" I asked.
"Jesus Christ! That little broad with the big knockers? Hell, I've got to see this!" Harold said.
"Fine," I replied. "Just remember – not a sound. Then, when you see me wave you into the other room, come on in, and we'll be all set." I returned to the examining room, where Linda had already disrobed and was sitting anxiously on the edge of the examining table, stroking her thighs and breasts eagerly. God, I thought, as I started getting undressed, what a magnificent body for such a young girl. Her hands cupped under her fantastic boobs and bounced them up and down as she waited impatiently for me to get my clothes off.
"Hurry up, Doc," she pleaded. "I've got to be home in an hour, and I need some loving the worst way."
She lay back on the table as I advanced, naked, toward her. I stood alongside and let my hands wander across her beautiful upthrust breasts that quivered under my touch, and her hand dropped over the side of the table to grasp my already half-hard cock. As I kissed and tongued the pink tips of her firm titties, she stroked my tool slowly and lovingly and murmured, "Ooooh, that feels good, Doc. Now slowly, remember I'm just a baby."
"Yeah, and what a baby!" I replied, lowering my kisses down across the smooth flat tummy toward her tender crotch. My right hand softly wandered up and down her firm thigh as my mouth descended into her blonde cunt hairs, and she let her thighs spread apart slowly, then lifted her knees to permit the entrance of my tongue in her tiny pink clit. Oh, the taste and soft, velvety texture of this entrance to Paradise! I shifted around to the foot of the table to get a better angle for lapping her cunt, and she put her forearms behind her knees and brought her legs clear up onto her chest, mashing and flattening her marvelous large tits, so that I could get a clearer shot at her pussy. I slid my tongue up and down the slickly sweet entrance of her snug cunt a few times and then flipped it sideways twice to part the delicious lips to get what I was after.
My thumbs held open the sensuous lips and my lips and tongue found her sensitive clit on the first try. I felt her young frame shudder with delight at the tickling sensation that penetrated her when I hit home plate. She moaned and slid further down on the table so that I could get more and more, further and further in her. She was getting so hot that fluids started dripping from her yummy box all over my face and chin. Oh, God, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what I was doing to her, because of what it was doing to me! My cock was standing out in its full ten-and-a-half inches, and I knew it was going to have to be satisfied, and damned soon, one way or the other. The panting young girl solved my dilemma for me. "Oh, Jesus, Doc, put it in me – I've got to feel all that great big rigid shaft up in me. Please, I've got to have it now, Doc. Now," she pleaded.
I stood up and she slid down to the end of the examining table so that her asscheeks were barely on the edge, then lifted her legs high up again, and the open, inviting tiny cunt was exactly at cock level. I rubbed the head of my dick three or four times on her dripping pussy to get some lubrication, then poked just the head of it in. I could feel the tremor through her body as the hugeness of it was stretching her tiny cunt. I waited, and rested with just the head inside her snug box.
She took a couple of real deep breaths and smiled. "C'mon, lover, slip it to me. I can take it – just go a little slow till I get used to it. That's the biggest cock I'ver had. Or even seen. But go ahead now, Doc, I'm ready." She was pushing her hips up to me as she said it.
I slid another couple inches in, then pulled back to just the head, then pushed till four or five inches were in, then retreated, letting her get used to each longer stroke each time before giving her more. I could feel the strength of her cunt walls stretching as I prodded more and more meat into her willing but oh, so tiny cunt, and the hot gripping warmth of her young snatch was driving me crazy.
She let out a couple of "Oh!'s" and moans as I was getting nearly all of my tool into her, but her smile just got brighter than ever, and the heat of her passionate body released more and more juices to glide around my cock that was filling her so tremendously. Then it was all in, and with long, slow and even strokes I filled her snug cunt and her lustful dreams.
"Oh, damn, Daddy, that's good. Right there, yes, more, more, stuff me clear full of that wonderful cock," I heard her say. "Don't ever stop, lover, never, ever. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Now! Clear in me, clear up in me, darling! Oh, I'm coming! There, oooooohhhhh!! Oh, Jeee-susss! That is good!" Her yells and encouragement had brought a load up from my gut in a surging, pulsing spasm that I let shoot up in her just as she got her big come, and with my cock clear in her, there was hardly room for it to spurt out of the head of my tool into her hotly snug womb-mouth. My big dick was staying hard because of the gripping of the slick snug walls of her cunt that already was squeezing and grabbing in spasms as heat waves racked her sweet body.
I pulled my cock from her quivering cunt and stepped back. "Whew! That was a goodie, Doc. But look at that – didn't I satisfy you?" she asked.
"Hell, yes," I replied. "It's just that it's always ready and willing and able." She knelt down in front of me and wrapped her sweetly hot mouth around the head of it, with her little hands gripping and massaging the shaft.
After a minute she quit and said, "As long as you're still up and ready, how about another ride, Doc, with a little variety? I like variety, and I'm willing to learn anything you ever want to teach me."
I agreed, and led her to the other end of the examining table, and had her bend over the end of it, braced on her hands and forearms. I reached around her to cup one of those magnificent globes and tweak the nipple while my other hand stroked her thighs and still-wet little cunt. I laid the shaft of my cock up against the slick slit and nudged gently. She reached back under her crotch and then guided the head into her pussy. She grunted with the exertion necessary to take it at that angle, so I pushed it into her very slowly. I could feel a whole new set of muscles grabbing and grinding in her almost virginal cunt and without my weight upon her, I just let her rock back and forth on the rigid shaft and help herself to however much cock she needed and wanted. The freedom it gave her was appreciated, I guess, because her ass began stroking backward and forward, rotating left and right and up and down. She was having a ball, and all I had to do was to stand still and get satisfied. With one hand she had in a minute found her own clit and was rubbing and pinching it, and I could feel the tightening and trembling that told me she was going to blow again very soon. I let my right hand play along the slick edge of her cunt – it wouldn't begin to go in, it was stuffed so full of cock – and then when it was moistened, I spread her hard round asscheeks apart with my left hand, and twisted my finger into the tight, tiny rosebud of her crinkled asshole.
She hesitated in her fucking for a moment as it slid in, then I felt her sphincter relax and I stroked inside her anus as she slid her hot cunt up and down the length of my stiff cock. I withdrew my finger and applied saliva to two fingers of my right hand, and returned them to her rectum.
A small "Ouch!" and they were in. I kept punching, and when they were both clear in, I could feel the long shaft of my cock through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her asshole. I pushed my cock clear in and held her up tight against the end of the table, then began massaging my cock with my fingers. The intervening wall felt as thin as a cockrubber, and I knew that all her nerve endings were getting stimulated, both fore and aft. Her sharp intake of breath when I rammed it clear in at this angle told me that she was stuffed full and overflowing with meat, and the squirming that was starting to move her body told me that she was enjoying the tactile thrill that accompanies having both the cunt and anus satisfied. Then I held my fingers still and stiff, clear in, while I very slowly and gently let my cock slide in and out a few inches. Then I spread my fingers and flipped them rapidly as I really reamed her tiny cunt with my tool. In no time I could feel her extreme arousal, and hear it, too.
"Oh, Keeee-rist! Daddy, what're you doin'? Don't stop, whatever it is. My God, it feels like I'm on fire, front and back, oh, yes, oh, yes, do it more. Oh, there, there, there!" She almost screamed as another orgasm racked her young body and left her lying limp and face down on the table.
I took this opportunity to glance over my shoulder at the sliding partition. Wilson had it open and was almost drooling at the sight. I'd have bet he was jacking off in my office while we were fucking in the examining room. I went back to my work. Work? Hah! My heaven.
"Like that, Linda?" I asked.
"You know it, Doc. Jeez, I'd never had anything in the back door before. I'd always heard just the queers used that. But oh, boy, it sure tickled, and, God, it felt like my ass and my cunt were all one – just sorta melted and all run together, I couldn't tell where it was the best. Boy, you sure know variety, Doc, but I guess I asked for it," she said.
"Well, Linda, how would you like to really have a ball. Some real variety?" I asked.
"Just name it, boss!" she replied. "With you. I'll try anything. You're the doc." She laughed at her own pun.
"Okay, honey. I'm going to put it in your anus. It'll hurt some the first time – same as when you lost your hymen, or cherry, but I guarantee you'll love it. Are you game, angel?"
"I don't know, Doc. Goddam, that's awful big. But we can try. Don't hurt me too much. But that sure did tickle when you were in there before."
I bent her over the table face down and played with her cunt until it was juicy and slick again. I dipped two fingers into her box and slid them slowly up her rectum. I admonished her to relax, let her muscles go, and then inserted a couple of fingers from my left hand into her hot and melting cunt. The four fingers stroked and rubbed each other through the flexible membrane between the two cavities, and I could feel her body respond to this erotic stimulation. Her hand had reached around behind her butt so she could grasp my tool, and the feeling of all that muscle in her hand encouraged her to get hotter and hotter. As I increased the tempo of my strokes with my fingers, her hips and body were responding and weaving and writhing against my petting hands. I withdrew my fingers from both orifices and my cock from her hand.
I nudged the head of my cock against the pitifully tiny rosebud entrance to her rectum and rubbed it lightly there a couple of times. "Ooh, that tickles," she laughed. My mouth was practically drooling at the sight of those firm round young asscheeks staring me in the face, so I very liberally lubricated my cock with saliva and guided it with my right hand to the little entrance that was to be pierced. My left hand steadied her ass as I rubbed my slick spit up and down the crack of her little ass. "Now, relax, honey," I told her. "I'll just put one inch in, then we'll rest, then a little more. I won't hurt you any more than I can avoid, believe me."
"I trust you," she said.
I rubbed the knob several times against the entrance, then pushed gently but firmly. It wouldn't penetrate one millimeter. I told her to relax, and slid a finger in and stroked rapidly. As I felt her taut muscles loosen, I then suddenly switched cock for finger and jammed about three inches of cock into her before her sphincter muscles grabbed and halted my entry. The excruciatingly tight grip actually prevented my going either forward or backward. She looked over her shoulder and tears were in her eyes.
"God Almighty, Doc, you're tearing me in two. Take it out. I can't take it that way – you're too big. Doc, honest, I can't. Please don't hurt me any more. I'll suck you off, or fuck you to death, but you're killing me this way. Please."
I stood perfectly still. Then I stroked her body, being very careful not to move my tool at all. "Now, relax, Linda, you've already had the worst. The diameter is what gets you – it doesn't matter how far in it goes. It isn't like your cunt, that has a top end. Hell, you can take a foot and a half of cock up the ass, once you get used to the spread of your ass muscles. Just relax, and I promise not to put another inch in until you say so. You didn't give up this quick when you got fucked the first time, I bet." I felt her tight ring of muscle slowly loosen its grasp upon my tumescent cock. "That's it, honey. Now if it hurts just a little too much, say so, and I'll stop. I am going to pull it out an inch, push it in two inches, out an inch, in two more inches, and you'll see, and you will find out, that you'll love it. Trust me."
"It doesn't hurt so much, now I'm relaxed," she conceded. "I'll try. Just go real slow, and stop if I holler, won't you?"
"Sure, honey. Hell, I want you to learn to like it, and I'm sure you will. It's just that you're losing your ass-cherry. I'll be as gentle as possible," I told her.
I withdrew an inch and felt her spasm of tightening, and then I stopped and felt her relax again. I slowly shoved a couple of inches further into her, and felt her sphincter grab again. I stopped. It was all I could do to stop, to keep from ramming every mother-loving inch of my hard cock into her virginal anus and really rape this tiny asshole of this young maiden. But I held off, applied a little more saliva to my shaft, and eased another couple inches into her. Whenever I stopped, I could feel that tight ring relax, and then I'd slip another inch or two into her, until I felt the grab around my shaft.
By now I had about two-thirds of my ten-plus inches in her, and felt she was ready for some fucking. As I withdrew it almost to the hilt and head, I felt the vibration of her responsive body, and knew that the sensitive nerves of her ass were being tickled. I slowly but steadily pushed my cock its entire length into the tiny orifice and heard her sharp intake of breath as she absorbed the full impact of it. Once it was all the way in, I reached around in front of her and gently searched for and found the pink button that was standing so eagerly at the top of her young cunt. I rubbed her clit gently while holding my tool all the way in her ass, and felt her slow response. I withdrew my cock to the head and plunged in again, a little faster and harder, all the while massaging her clit with one hand and kneading a firm, full handful of tit with the other.
"Oooohhh, that's good, Daddy-Doc, oh, yes, oooppps!" [As I pushed it in to the hilt again.] "Yes, that tickles, oh, that feels so good, yes, do it, do it, stuff me clear full of ooooohhhhh, God, that's a lot of cock, Doc. But it's getting better, and I can feel it clear up inside my gut. Jee-suss! It feels like you're comin' out my throat," she moaned.
Her eager acceptance, and willing enthusiasm for the assfuck was arousing me even more than usual, and my penetrating shaft was pulsing and pounding in the tightly gripped ring of her young asshole, and it was all I could do to keep from coming. I gazed down the length of the baby teenager's beautifully smooth, white-creamy body, the tiny waist accentuating the full flare of her sensuous hips and the hard round balls of her asscheeks backed up to my pubic hairs when my shaft was all the way in. Then as I backed out for another stroke, the way her rubbery anus clung to my cock as if reluctant to part from it, and all the time I could feel the warmly moist flow of her hot cunt in my hand as her passions and lust increased with the balling.
Linda was enjoying it more and more as the snug muscles of her anus grew used to and could accommodate the huge prick. She was moving around and moaning and whimpering with ecstasy and desire, and continually begging for "more cock, lay in more cock" as I stoked her fires with my fuel. I looked over my shoulder toward the wall, and released her tit long enough to wave to Harold Wilson to come in with us. It took him almost seven seconds to appear, naked and with a hardon preceding him like a knight's lance.
I stopped fucking Linda for a moment and told her, "Hey, honey, we've got company. You said you liked variety. Well, let's have some."
She looked around, saw Wilson, and actually blushed! I pushed him up toward her head, and told her, "Go ahead, darling, suck him off – it's okay." She was already reaching for his cock as I told her, and I saw her tiny mouth and darting pink tongue envelop the head of his cock as he stood alongside the table. His hands reached for one of her voluptuous breasts, and believe me, it was a double handful. He stroked her tit, smiled a very silly smile, and rocked back and forth as her head flew back and forth the length of his cock, I knew the furious tongue-lashing his knob was getting inside her baby cheeks – Linda was enthusiastic as well as talented – and I figured it would only be moments before he blew his load.
"Wait a minute. Stop the party!" I said. "I've got a helluva good idea."
As Linda took her mouth from Harold's cock, he let fly at that exact moment. She made a grab for his tool and let the last half pour into her mouth, sucking and swallowing for all she was worth. After a minute she came up for air, licking the spilled come from her lips and chin. "Damn, Doc, you know how I love the taste of jism, and you made me lose half of it," she pouted. Harold was explaining that he couldn't have held off another second if his life depended on it, and sounded apologetic. He looked down at his now-limp rod and figured the party was over.
He didn't know Linda. As she gently and softly and casually stroked Harold's cock, she said, "Tell us what your new idea is, Doc." Already Harold's cock was growing rigid again. Mine was still in full glory, buried in her tiny asshole. I slid slowly in and out as I explained what I had in mind.
"I'll stay right where I am, and Harold puts his in your cunt, and we'll give you double-balling like you've never dared dream of, Linda. Okay?" I asked. She said it sounded fine to her, and she and I, still joined like one person, slid off the table and stood up, my cock buried to the hilt in her snug rosebud of an anus.
"Let's go into the office, on the sofa there. It'll be better that way," I said.
Harold led the way and Linda and I marched in lockstep following him. With every stride she took, my cock got a warm, twisting motion from her gut muscles, and she nearly got her ass pumped full of come before we got to my office. I held her back on my prong by the simple expedient of reaching around her and hauling back on her bouncy huge jugs, which didn't help my self-control any, either. In the office, I had Linda and me back up and sit down on the sofa, with her on my lap and still stuffed with my harden. Harold knelt in front of Linda and couldn't take his horny gaze away from the tiny pink slit that looked only an inch long between her thighs.
"Kiss it, Mr. Wilson," Linda told him, and spread her legs apart as far as she could. "I was going to, my baby darling," he said, and proceeded to pull her tender lips apart and slip his tongue into her warm and eager cunt. When he hit her clitoris, I could hear his lapping and slurping sounds as he sucked furiously and happily on the responsive and sensitive button. She, in turn, answered with her vibrant young body, twisting and turning and moaning and thrusting her hips further into his face, then backing away as the exquisitely sensitive pain-pleasure got too strong. Every time she was backing away, she wag impaling herself deeper on my cock.
Linda could take it no longer, "Put it in me, Mr. Wilson, fuck me. Now! Hurry!" she pleaded. He lifted his face from her cunt, his mouth and chin dripping with her fluids, his eyes alight and shiny and happy, and hunched higher up over her. She reached down, grabbed his now stiff prick, and rubbed the head up and down her slick, deliciously slimy crack a few times, and parted her lips. She placed his knob at the snug, pink entrance, and started to push.
"Oooooohhh, God, that's tight. Take it easy," she said. I told her it was mainly because her whole interior was already stuffed with cock from the back door, and it had distended the walls of her vagina.
Harold was not to be denied, and could no longer control himself with those firm bounteous breasts jiggling in his face and the tightly warm wetness of her young cunt gripping his cock. He jammed forward with all his weight, and I felt the smooth hardness of his cock against mine through the thin membrane walls that separated our two entrances into her.
"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," she moaned. "Oh, yes, that's good, Goddam, it feels like all the cock in the world is stuffed up in me. Oh, that's wonderful." Her writhing and enthusiasm was contagious, and as Harold would pull back to take a stroke, she'd follow him with an upthrust of her firm young hips, which would stroke my cock almost out of her ass, then when Harold plunged into her and she sank back under his onslaught and got my rigid ten-plus rammed into her to the hilt. It was crowded up in there, but Jesus! There's never been a baby girl as tight and as happy as Linda. She was enjoying the hell out her double-balling, so I just let my mind go, and felt the tension in my loins rising. I knew Harold wouldn't be able to hold off very long, and from the delicious shudders of her tender body. I knew that wave after wave of ecstasy was already tearing Linda apart from reality, and that she, too, would peak and very possibly pass clear out soon from joy.
Harold was hollering that he was coming, and Linda was talking to him, to me, to herself, which encouraged everyone to faster action, and I felt the grandaddy of all big comes approaching. Harold shot his load off first, and I could feel the surge of it through the stretched tight lining between us, and Linda nearly went insane as she thrust and pushed and pumped to get it all rammed in her so she could milk him dry. Her furious gestures with her butt and body brought mine on faster, and I lay back and let her plunge up and down my cock's full length as surge after surge of come pulsed out of my cock and filled her hot, wet asshole. The pounding of my liquids nearly threw her off my lap, but Harold's weight, lying flat on her as he nibbled her tits, and her determination to absorb all my juices kept my cock from escaping. I felt the tight spasms of her ring as she insisted on holding my cock in.
It was five minutes before any of us could move. Then Linda went to the bathroom, got cloths and towels, and cleaned Harold and me up. We just lay there, side by side on the sofa, pinning at each other.
"Doc," he told me, "that has got to be the most perfect piece of ass I've ever had. I'd never have believed it. And I'll tell you something – I'd jacked off twice while I was watching you two earlier. My God, man, how do you keep it up? Just looking at that young cunt damn near makes me blow. Keee-rist! She's tender and delicious! But you know – I wonder if she's retarded? I know for a fact she's only in eighth grade."
Linda returned to overhear his last remark, "Hell, no, I'm not retarded. I'm in my right grade – I'm only thirteen. Actually, I won't even be thirteen till next month. I'll bet you didn't know that, did you?" she said.
"Twelve fucking years old!! Holy Christ! We'll never get out of jail if anyone hears about this!" Harold was almost screaming.
"Precisely," I said. "So if I were you I wouldn't exactly go around broadcasting it, old buddy. And besides, today was just a sample, in ease you're interested in a little more."
"A little more? I'll take a lot more! Damn, I'd do twenty years for a steady diet of one that young. Jesus, it was perfect! And I came four times in an hour – I just don't believe it. Hell, twice a week is about it at home."
I told him, "The two greatest and only aphrodisiacs are youth and variety. You had both. Not bad, eh?"
"When can we get together again?" he asked.
"Whoa, not too fast. We have to keep this real cool. I will handle all the appointments and make ail the arrangements. There's to be no – repeat NO – getting any loving except when I set it up. Harold, you're as bad as all the kids in the sex club were. And just as stupid. So we'll do it my way, and there'll be no heat on anyone. Agreed?"
They both agreed, and I sent Linda out first. Harold and I had a drink in my office to kill five minutes so no one would see them leaving together, and I promised him another young girl soon. We arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon to line up something definite, and he left, effusive in his praise and appreciation.