Promptly at ten next morning Sally Walker came to my office, and less than ten minutes later, as she and I were having a drink in my office, Tony entered. For seventeen, he was tall, handsome, the athletic type, and I noticed the dilation of Sally's pupils as she rather shyly greeted him. I excused myself, saying that I was going to the hotel coffee shop for some late breakfast, that I'd lock the door on the way out, and would be back in an hour.
I went out of my office, opened and shut the outer door and locked it, and tiptoed into my private room, where I could see what was going on. Sally was already taking the initiative. She had walked over to Tony and was kissing him, slowly rotating her pelvis up against his. His arms crept around her as the kissing got more intense, and her hand slid down to where an obvious bulge was already appearing. As she massaged his growing harden, his hands found her buttocks, and he caressed them at first gently, then more fiercely. They broke apart, and she started unfastening her skirt. "Come on, darling, let's get undressed and do it right," she told the boy. He was peeling off his shirt as she said it, and in twenty seconds they were both nude. His hardon had reached its full size as he gazed at her lush round body, and she took him by the hand and led him to the sofa in my office.
"Here, let Mama snuggle up close," she said, and then leaned over him and shoved a huge bounteous breast into his face. "Oh, yes, Tony, darling, nurse me. Suck it, lover, suck it hard. Oh that feels good! Here's the other one – mustn't let it get lonely or neglected. Oh, God, that's wonderful. It just makes me melt all over."
Her hands meanwhile were not idle, and the way she was petting and caressing his small, rigid tool, I was afraid he was going to lose his load before he got the job done properly. But apparently Sally could feel the same thing, for she broke off his tit-sucking and slid off the sofa and knelt before the lad.
"Just lay back now, lover, and let me take care of my baby," she told him soothingly, and gently lowered her head over his boy's shaft.
From my viewpoint, I could see her hot, red tongue flick and dart out and up and down the length of his cock, and saw his body stiffen at the sensuous thrills that she caused his body. His hands reached down between his knees and under her head, and he cupped and gently bounced her full, swinging breasts that hung so temptingly in midair. I could see him pinching her nipples and heard her moan as her mouth parted wider and she engulfed the whole cock. Her long hair flew wildly as her head pumped up and down vigorously, and as her left hand cupped his bag and tickled his nuts, her right arm went around him and pulled him forward so that she could get every millimeter of cock down into her throat. She was whimpering and crooning happily, and then I saw Tony stiffen further, and knew that he was coming. She redoubled her efforts, and I could see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked with tremendous pressure to milk every drop from his spewing penis.
Her "Mmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm-ing," mingled with the happy cries the boy uttered as she swallowed all his jism and tickle-tongued his shaft to continue his ecstasy. I saw his arms sag, his head loll, and the silliest smile creep over his face as he opened his eyes slowly and gave her a look that was pure love. It was obvious Sally could certainly please a young boy.
Even though Tony was completely spent, Sally did not intend to waste any part of the hour that was being granted to her.
She stood up, with her beautiful rounded buttocks toward me, facing Tony, and leaned over to lazily stroke his face with her big, full tits. I saw his hands come around her asscheeks and pull her close, then heard her usual exhortation, "No, wait a second, honey. Let's do this right." She turned around, sat down on the sofa, and motioned to Tony to kneel in front of her. As she spread her thighs, I could see that she had shaved her pussy, and could also see the shiny moisture already forming along the pink slit of her cunt. She put her hands under her knees and leaned back, so that her cunt was pushed high and forward, and Tony leaned slowly down toward it.
"Go ahead, darling," she said softly. "I'll help you. God knows I love and want it done right. First, Tony, just lick the outside crack of the lips, slowly, up and down. No pressure – just barely touch and kiss and caress the slit with the tip of your tongue. Oooooh, yes! God, do you learn quick. Christ! That tickles. Keep it up, honey. Now put your thumbs – hey! Gently – always do everything gently, angel boy. Put your thumbs on each side of the slit and push in and apart."
"See how nice and pink it opens up? Now run your tongue up and down inside slowly, and just keep getting g, little deeper with each stroke. Yes, yes, oh that's perfect lover. More, just keep it up, Tony. Better wait a second now, or I'll get carried away and start coming and lose all my control, and I want to teach you and get your started right, then it'll always be good. For both of us. Did you ever eat any pussy before, honey?" she asked him.
"No, but we've talked about it a lot. But then when you blew me – went down on me, I wanted to do the same for you. Is it as good for a woman as for a man?" he asked.
"Better. A woman can come six or ten or twenty times without having to stop and rest and recuperate. Did you like the taste?"
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "Sort of like honey and peppermint both."
She laughed. "The peppermint is my douche. The honey is all me and mine. I want to get you addicted to it, my darling. Get that hot tongue of yours back down there and I'll make you an expert and an addict."
Tony lowered his head to her cunt, and her hands lay idly on top of his head. "Now, Tony, right up at the top of the crease, where the lips come together, just below where the slit ends, see that little pinkish-white button? Wow! That's it. Now, just flick the tip of your tongue over it as fast as you can, back and forth, up and down, yes, yes, oooooooooh, that's good. When you get on a woman's clitoris like that, young man, you've got a love slave for life. Keep it up, oh, there, now, now, NOW!!! That was a good one, for a quickie. Feel me tighten up, Tony? I came just then. No spurt, like you fellows, but it does increase the flow of my lubrication juices, so if you feel something dripping, lap it up – that's just my 'honey' you're getting," she told him happily. "And don't worry about me – once I come, each orgasm comes quicker and easier and bigger and better. Now we get back to business. Slide a finger – slowly, remember – always slowly and gently, Tony, inside, while you keep kissing and tonguing the slit and the clitoris, when you get your finger clear in – no, honey, don't ram it in and out – leave it clear in, and then stroke it back and around and massage the top lining – ooooh, you catch on quick, lover. And if your left hand isn't broken, it can reach up and work on my right tit and get my nipples hard. A woman likes that, too. See how many points you can cover if you know how? And that is what makes a good lover – complete, total satisfaction in all areas – where your body is just saturated with love and ecstasy."
I watched as she lay back dreamily smiling, her eyes closed, and saw her beautiful body tense, and her hands press her big breasts flat each time she came. Then she sat up.
"Hey," she said. "Look at you, young man – it's bigger and harder than ever. You were so busy working on me you didn't, even know you had a harden. But I knew it's aroused you. Now, that warm up was good for both of us, real great, in fact, but now we're going to settle down to some good old-fashioned lovin'. Okay?" she asked.
Tony grinned, and as she slid further down over the edge of the sofa, he nudged closer to her, so that with him on his knees in front of her, his cock was just level with her opening.
She stroked his cock three or four times up and down her crack to get her lubrication on the head, then she took it and aimed it at her hole, and he pushed slowly but firmly toward her. "I don't know if there's enough here to satisfy you, ma'am," he said.
"For Christ's sake, my name is Sally, not ma'am. And you might be in for a surprise," she told him. (I remembered how almost virginal her cunt had been when I examined her in my office last week).
I heard her sharp intake of breath as Tony's cock slid half way in. He paused. "Did that hurt, Sally? You sure are tight – tighter than the girls we had in the club. What do we do?" he asked.
"Just go slow and easy, darling. I can take it all, but it will have to be very gradually, that's all. Now go ahead, but real carefully, Tony." She relaxed and lay back encouragingly.
The boy leaned over her and I could see his ass slide slowly toward her as he pushed his little five-inch cock into her receptive cunt. When it was clear in, and their pubic mounds were touching, her arms crept around him and they lay tightly joined. I could hear her humming and moaning as tiny-tight twat was filled to its capacity by young kid's cock.
Her hands roved idly and gently down across the small of his back till they reached his ass-cheeks, when she gripped him tightly and slowly began to rotate her pelvis and hips. I knew instinctively that her hot cunt was laving and massaging his tool inside of her, and their mutual cooing and whimpering blended into a thoroughly happy sound. I watched them and could see that Tony was getting awfully close to another come at his thighs and leg muscles tightened and stiffened. Then, as she gave three or four sharp forward bumps with her crotch, he came, and the soft look of ecstasy spread over her face as she felt his warm juice surge into her overheated cunt in spasmodic twitches. As he then slumped, spent, across her body, she gripped him hard and kept his now limp and decreasing cock within her, and I could tell from the jerking and tightening of her inner thigh muscles that her pussy was snapping and milking him for the last tiny drop of his come. The rocking of his head on her breast and the soft moans that came from him told me that this had undoubtedly been the biggest and best come of his entire young life.
They lay quietly in each other's arms on my sofa, and I could imagine their thoughts: Tony, happy in the loving warmth of an older woman who was a mother-substitute, and Sally, delighted to have the fucking she so badly needed, and of a size that her tiny pussy could handle, plus the emotional satisfaction of having her only son replaced by another young boy, but who wasn't taboo incestuously. All things considered, it had been a very therapeutic session for both of them, although they both were primarily after the physical, sexual satisfaction, I was sure. The mental and emotional benefits were merely serendipity for them.
I tiptoed out of my private office, through the lobby, and opened and slammed the front door, to let them think I had just returned, and strode noisily down the hall and tapped twice on their door, then returned to the desk in the lobby, where I was fiddling with some papers and charts when they walked in smiling ten minutes later.
I glanced up at them and told Tony to go on out by himself, reminding him that he had another "counseling session" day after tomorrow.
He grinned. "Yes, sir! I won't forget my appointment." He threw Sally a big grin. "And I'll never forget this one, either, Sally. Thanks a million, I think I love you, Sally."
"Don't ever let your crotch overrule your brain, you handsome little stud," she laughed. "See you Wednesday."
"Doc," Sally said as she lit a cigarette and sat down across the desk from me, "I'll give you a check for a cool million dollars for this afternoon's services, if you'll promise not to try to cash it. I've got $48.12 in the bank."
"But seriously, Doc, I'm really indebted to you for knowing what I needed and handling it all so smooth. It was ideal. I just really dig young boys, and men always hurt me – always have. And what the hell could I do, all cooped up in this lousy small town? But this arrangement is perfect. It's heaven!"
"I do have one small favor to ask of you, though, if it isn't too much. Alice Springs, the librarian, had told me several times when we'd have highballs together at my house, how she handled her problem. She'd go into Des Moines at every possible time when there were state finals of basketball tournaments, or track meets, and so on, and meet these young athletes on the downtown streets and somehow get them up to her hotel room. Then, after one or two quick drinks, she would, very frankly, almost rape them."
"She had to take the initiative, of course, because high school kids are really rather square and bashful, especially with an older woman. She's thirty-six, looks a little younger, but she's got a lush body on her, and it would almost frighten them off until she set the pace. Then it was like all their adolescent fantasies had come true. She said that lots of times she'd have liked to have continued the sex later with a few of them – they became fairly competent, she said – but she didn't dare. She always gave them a phony name and told them she was from Sioux City – two hundred miles from Somerset."
"But anyway, Doc, she loves young stuff, same as me, and I was wondering if you could line her up like you did me. She doesn't even know about today – I promised you I wouldn't tell anyone, and I haven't, but I'd like you to cut her in on the deal if you can. How about it?" she asked.
"I'll see what I can do. Bring her here with you on Wednesday. You'll have Tony, and maybe I can arrange a little happiness for her, too. No promises, but I'll try," I told Sally.
I wrote her out a prescription for birth control pills as she'd be needing them from now on, and she left the office, promising to bring Alice with her two days later.
At one p.m. sharp on Wednesday, Sally Walker entered my office with Alice Springs, a tall, semi-athletic woman with soft features, a quiet manner, and a truly voluptuous chassis. I told them that the boys should be here any minute, and had them go wait in my examination room. I had an appointment with Betty and Linda for one o'clock also, and wanted to be ready to service their delicious and tender, tight and twitchy bodies.
The door chime announced another arrival; and then Tony and Bill, the latter slightly embarrassed, came in. I told them to go on back to the examining room and make themselves at home, that they'd both have enough company to keep them busy, but to keep an eye on the clock, because an hour and a half was all they had. They went down the hall, and I heard the door open and their simultaneous greetings with their women.
In a couple of minutes, Betty and Linda entered the office, and with them was a carbon copy of Linda. They introduced her, after my initial shock of surprise had worn off, as Lucy, Linda's twin sister. Christ, what a happy problem this was going to be, I thought. I had prepared myself mentally and physically to take care of Betty and Linda, and I figured two young teenagers was about my quota for the afternoon. What the hell was I going to do with three of them? Even my perpetual and exaggerated horniness and extreme virility wasn't capable of coping with the concupiscence with which I was now faced. Only one solution. I stepped to the phone, called up Harold Wilson, and told him that I would like him to come on over, as I had three young cunts on my hands and could use some help. From the sounds at the other end of the line, I wasn't sure if he bothered to hang the phone up before he ran out the door. In three minutes the front door chime sounded, and in strode Harold with another man in a business suit that I vaguely recognized but couldn't quite place. Harold did the amenities.
"Doc, I want you to meet Jim Fieser, Jim, this is Doc." We shook hands. "He's the sheriff here in Madison County, Doc." I nearly shit. "But he's with us on this setup, believe me. He was with me and two fifteen-year-olds in Omaha last year, and he digs young cunt the most," Harold went on. I started to breathe again.
"First," I said, "I guess that we'd better arrange some sort of definite plan, so we won't be tripping over each other while we're balling the kids. I'd suggest that you, Harold, take on Betty first, and then he can have Linda, and I'll give a whirl to the new one, Lucy. I've had Betty and Linda already, and Harold has had Linda, so this way we'll all get some variety. You fellows just watch me and take it from there. Let's go," I said.
I led the way into my private office and the three young maids looked up as we entered. "I guess we all know each other, so let's not waste any time on introductions," I said. I walked toward Lucy, and Harold and Betty got together, which left Linda in the sheriff's hands.
"I didn't even know that Linda had a twin sister," I told Lucy as I admired the bounteous rounded breasts that pushed up and out beneath her thin jersey blouse.
"Yes, I'm sort of the shy bashful one. But Linda and I have played around at home, and played with each other, and then when she told me how wonderful and gentle you were with her, I thought I'd kind of like to try it," Lucy said.
"Were you in the high school sex club?" I asked her.
"Oh, my, no," she answered. "I didn't even know when Linda joined, and to be honest about the whole situation, all I know about sex is what she's told me. I'm a virgin, Doctor. Did you think you'd ever see one of those in this horny town, Doc?" she laughed.
"Hell, I've gotten used to seeing anything in this town, Lucy," I told her, caressing her big tits with my roving hands as I talked. I could feel the upthrusting response of her under her blouse, and she snuggled her hips closer to me on the sofa as we petted. She may have been a virgin, but she was certainly willing to finally let go of it. I could tell that this was going to be one hell of an afternoon if she was anything at all like her nympho twin sister. I undid the buttons on the back of her blouse, and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward and let the clothes fall off, and her mountainous twin peaks boomed forth into sight, enough to make a man really gasp.
I took the opportunity of glancing over at the others and saw that Harold and Betty had just gotten stripped and were arranging themselves comfortably in my big leather easy chair. Jim and Linda were sort of sprawled all over the table with its padded top; both nude. I returned to Lucy, unzipping my trousers and shedding them rapidly. My shirt followed immediately, and we soon faced each other completely naked. As I admired her tall figure, slim and firm, and silently lusted after the tender crotch that formed at the top of her sweet white virginal thighs, she spoke: "I know you'll be gentle with me, Doc," she cooed. "Linda said you're bigger but gentler than anyone she'd ever had. And I want to learn to like it – Linda says sex is the greatest thing invented. And she also said you know every way there is. Can we explore, and you teach me everything?"
"Not in one afternoon, angel," I told her. "But eventually you'll get the full treatment, I promise."
Lucy and I sat down on the sofa, and glancing across the room at Jim and Linda, I could understand what they meant by "the long arm of the law" – Jim's cock was clear in Linda's mouth as far as she could take it, and there was enough left over for both of her tiny hands to grasp the base of the shaft. Hell, he must have as much or more than I do, I thought, and I won bets in college and in the Army with mine. Oh, well, there weren't any complaints coming forth from the young girl, so let them work it out. I had all I could take care of here on the couch.
Lucy bashfully and slowly reached over and took my half-hard cock in her hand and began to gently move it up and down. It sprang to full attention immediately under her gentle ministrations, and then she held it more firmly with both small hands. They barely reached around its fullness.
We lay back against the back of the couch, and I cupped a gigantic breast softly but firmly as I kissed her, probing her tender mouth with my tongue. I could feel the instant response as she pushed her breast harder against my palm, and her nipple's erection was immediately obvious. She matched me kiss for kiss, and her hot panting and breathing was accompanied by the writhing of her body. All these soft velvety touches had me on the verge of coming before we even got started on the real action.
I slid down on the floor before young Lucy and knelt in front of her. I nestled my head on her tummy, its smooth flatness warm to my face, and reached up and stroked and caressed her looming, booming globes, their tiny virginal pink nipples standing firmly erect. Then my hands reached around her smooth buttocks and I slid her further forward on the divan, and gently spread her long marble-white thighs apart. Her tiny, never-before-penetrated cunt was inches from my hungry mouth, and the scanty pubic hairs of this delicious twelve-year-old did nothing to cover the smooth pink-ness of my new target. The clean, sweet smell of her young freshly bathed body permeated my nostrils, and the anticipation of her snug lusciousness almost made me drool.
I lowered my mouth to her tender cunt, and let my hot tongue wander idly up and down the tight crack that beckoned me on. I could feel the tremor and tightness of her loins and thighs as she felt the tickling sensation shoot through her baby body. My tongue roved across the small mons veneris and up and down her inner thighs as I took my time initiating her to the mysteries and the happiness of good thorough sex. After about a minute, I could feel her turning and twisting slightly so as to get my mouth back on her cunt, so I obliged. I had her hold her hands under her knees and pull her legs back, mashing her upper thighs against her mountainous breasts, before my avid mouth.
My fingers tenderly spread the lips of her sweet cunt an inch apart, and the exciting inner redness of her virginal pussy drew my tongue like a magnet. I put the tip of it against her hot slit and massaged her inner lips with my tasting tongue. Her response was both fast and satisfying.
Her, "Ooooooooh, yes, that tickles," and then her moans and total relaxation meant that there would be all the cooperation in the world on this operation. She slid down another few inches on the sofa, indicating that she wanted more. My oral organ was licking and lapping, penetrating an inch or two, waving vigorously up and down her juicy crack. When I came to the top of her sweet slit, I hung there and probed gently for her clitoris. I knew when I found it, for her sharp intake of breath, and the tightening of her legs against my head told me I'd hit home plate. I flicked my tongue tip rapidly up and down and across the baby love button several times, and was rewarded with, "You're driving me crazy, Doc, oooohhhh God-God-God-God Good yes ooooohmigod!" and I backed off as she alternately lunged and went limp.
"Welcome to your first orgasm, Lucy darling," I told her as I lay back and caught my breath. Her panting, heaving chest, its mountains rising and falling rapidly and rhythmically, and her eyeballs rolling back up nearly out of sight, told how good it had been for her.
"Jesus," she whispered, "that was heaven, really truly heaven. I never felt anything in my life that tickled that much. And all over – it felt like my entire body was melting and on fire and exploding. I'm not sure I can take that very much."
"Honey," I told her, "we haven't even really started yet. That was only a sample, a very brief sample. Now you know why your sister loves her sex so much."
"God, yes. I'd always thought that… well, I guess I figured it was good, and lots of fun, but I thought that she was exaggerating. Sort of conning me into trying it. I didn't realize that even with all she explained to me, that she only barely described the feeling. I guess I couldn't describe it either, Doc – my vocabulary just isn't great enough to tell exactly how wonderful it is." She glanced around. "Hey! Look at them."
I looked back over my shoulder at the other two couples busily engaged across the room. Up till now I had been oblivious to them, lost in the thrilling rapture of loving the precious tiny, new snatch of my adorable little Lucy.
I smiled at the happy scene I now viewed. Apparently they'd all had one good fuck while Lucy and I were busy with each other, and now they had formed a quadrangular daisy chain. They looked like a human swastika on the rug: Harold was eating Betty's cunt, Betty was going down on Jim's cock, while Jim was avidly licking on young Linda's pussy while she was gulping and nibbling on Harold's prick. The slurping and bobbing of heads and the happy whimpers and moans formed a semi-musical background for their humping, writhing bodies. I could see that it was just a matter of moments till somebody, or everybody, blew their load, so I just lay there petting Lucy's fabulously firm and huge breasts, while she in turn idly rubbed and massaged my erect cock. We were just relaxing before I introduced her to the next happy phase of her sex education.
As I watched the foursome, and petted with Lucy, my mind wandered back over the many, many young girls I'd had in the last twenty years. Two disastrous marriages along with hundreds of marital counseling sessions with wives had convinced me that the average woman, as soon as she gets a ring on her finger, tries to figure some way to transplant that ring into the husband's nose. Then she stops taking care of herself personally, then she starts rationing sex. You've heard them all, the usual alibis: it's too hot, it's too cold; it's too early, it's too late; the kids are asleep, we'll wake them, or the kids are awake, they'll hear us. Christ, it soon turns a man off. The old Knight in Shining Armor days are gone, the hero you were on your wedding day turns into a meal ticket-procuring heel, and the desire ebbs rapidly. Every man wants to be a hero – the old male ego asserting itself, so you start picking up young chicks – you're their first love affair, so you're nine feet tall in their eyes, and it's great. Or maybe some dumb kid broke them in, and they've heard or read enough to know that a man is better than a boy, so they fall right into your arms whenever you shake that teenage tree.
I've never, ever, had the least difficulty in filling up a woman's cunt – my tool could take care of Shetland Pony mare. But the snug, firm tight gripping of a young teenage cunt has got to be the greatest thrill on earth. The adoring look in their eyes as they look up at you as if you were God – and you are: you opened the gates to Paradise for them, didn't you? – and their youth and enthusiasm make up for whatever technical skill they might lack. Hell, they learn fast, and you catch them young, you can break them in right, the way you like it. No more sloppy-hipped, pendulous-breasted, half-drunk women, who think they're doing you a big favor by letting you inside their sloppy, no-sides-or-bottom cunt for ten minutes. Not for me. And I've found that most grown men agree with me; and with Plato, who said that the only two true aphrodisiacs are youth and variety. The old philosophers learned it centuries ago, hence the harems of the sultans and sheiks, and the countless scandals that have scorched the history of royalty in the intervening eons.
Virgins I don't particularly seek out. With a cock my size, it takes a helluva lot of careful doing to keep from killing the whole action, but on occasion they are irresistible. And I had a double handful of delicious cooperative virgin now that could stand a lot of working on. I returned to the ecstatic task, and let the foursome on the floor handle – and mouth – their own problem.
"Rested enough, Lucy angel?" I asked, tweaking her small pink nipple.
"Ooooooh, yes. Doesn't yours ever get soft and limp?" she asked, "I always heard that after a boy, a man I mean, was through, that it shrunk all up. Or was Linda just fooling me?"
"No," I laughed. "Generally speaking, you're right. But it depends a lot on the man, and even more on his girl. If she's inspiration enough, and you sure as hell are, Lucy, a fellow can last a long time. Always ready and willing and eager."
"Linda said you had a big one, and I believe it. Look, Doc, with both hands on it like a ball-bat, there's still about four inches sticking up over. How would a girl ever take care of all that?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I kidded her. "Lesson number two is about to begin. Right now. You just keep both of your tiny fists around it like you have them, and then you'll find that your mouth will just about fit over the rest of it. You know how good it was when I was eating you up?" She nodded, smiling. "Well, I had as much enjoyment as you did. Now we switch roles. You're going to make me come by eating me, and I'll bet you learn to like it, too. Go ahead," I told her.
She lowered her head over the glistening head of my shaft, then spread her dainty mouth wide to get the glans inside her little lips. She was practically having to yawn to cover the head of it, and I didn't want to rush her – she should become accustomed to the size of it for a minute first. Her hot breath and the warmth of her inner cheeks and the moisture of her little tongue on the head of my cock started it throbbing and pulsing. It was all I could do to sit still.
"Now," I told her, "just lick your tongue around the head of it slowly, especially on the underside where it's the most sensitive. Yes, that's right, oh, honey, that's good, keep it up. And all the time your mouth is working, you can move your hands up and down on the shaft. Mmmmm, hmmmmm. Yes. Fine, real fine, Lucy. Now move your head up and down slowly, and each time you go down, take another inch into your mouth. Not too far all at once, or you'll gag. Breath through your nose – you're holding your breath, and you can't hold it as long as you're going to be sucking, so breathe slow and deep through your nose, and you won't have a bit of trouble," I told her.
She was following instructions to the letter and, God Almighty, but it was passionate and wonderful. I knew I couldn't hold out very much longer, the way her huge tits were bouncing against me, and admiring the bell-curve of her tiny waistline that melted into a most exciting pair of buttocks, and the snug young mouth massaging my cock so sensuously. I mentally flipped a coin and then decided. I put my hands over her ears firmly and raised her head back up so that only the head of my cock was in her mouth. She stopped her up and down motion of her blonde head when I told her, and I could feel the pulsing surge of my load rushing from my crotch toward the hot wet mouth that tickled and sucked it relentlessly outward. I braced myself, then came, and felt her head jar as the power of the load of sperm shot to the back of her mouth. She followed my instructions to swallow it and keep sucking and swallowing, and as the waves of come lessened, her breathing resumed evenly. I could see a few drops of white that leaked out around her smiling lips, and as I withdrew my staff from her face, she licked them up, for all the world like a cat finishing a saucer of cream. She looked up at me adoringly.
"Wow! When you come, you come, Doc. Like to have blowed my tonsils out. Hey, that was fun, just like you said."
"How'd it taste, honey?" I asked her.
"Delicious. Sort of like warm, melted vanilla ice cream, with just a little too much salt in it. But good. I think if you'd have asked me ahead of time, I wouldn't have wanted to swallow it at all, but now that I know what it's like, I want more," she said.
"And more you shall have, my hungry little princess. But we have other things to do first, little one." I stood up and faced the quartet across the room. "We're going to take a break now. We need a highball and about five minutes rest. Okay?" I asked. They all agreed.
The men and I gathered on one side of the room, sipping whiskey, while the three girls sat on the sofa across, gossiping and chattering. Their main interest seemed to center on whether Lucy was actually having a good time, and I was flattered by occasional snatches of snatch conversation that reached our ears. Very complimentary of old Doc's talents and techniques. We men agreed that I'd set the pace – they were both tickled to death just to get some young cunt and participate in whatever I came up with. Sheriff Jim Fieser couldn't praise me and my setup enough. I knew then that as long as I kept him supplied with tender teenage pussy, that the whole operation was safe from everything except possibly the FBI and the CIA. I'd worry about them later.
"Okay, kiddies, recess is over. Gather around the old teacher now," I joked. They encircled me, and I outlined the program. When I asked if everybody was happy, they indicated that they were all satisfied with their respective partners: Jim and Linda, Harold and Betty. Fine. Now we could go ahead. I explained that, as they knew, we were breaking Lucy in, so things would have to be worked around that premise at first. But anything they each took a notion to do (with their partner's agreement,) they were free to do. I suggested that we play follow-the-leader, and I was to be first leader. They acquiesced, and I led Lucy over to the sofa, the other two couples heading for the desk and the other lounge, positioning themselves so that the men could see me and follow my lead.
I lay Lucy back on the divan and had her hold her fine young legs up and back, pushing her tender twat up toward my face. She peered at me over her mashed mountains of breasts and watched me as I gently and slowly licked the hot pink slit of her tiny cunt. The few hairs around it were still moist from our earlier session, and the "muskiness" that arose from her crease aroused me to throbbing heights.
My finger probed into the slick interior, and at about the second knuckle, met firm resistance. I bumped gently against it, feeling its rubbery tautness, and only hoped she wouldn't bleed too much. I probed and searched until I found the natural opening – very seldom is the hymen completely across the vaginal walls – and slowly wedged my fingertip into it. During the intermission, while we were having our highballs, I had soaked two fingers in an anesthetic, and I was massaging this into the walls of her cunt and across the face of the hymen. I diddled around this way for a full two minutes, to let the deadening effect set in, then gradually pried the flap of skin away from the walls of her pussy. Only a brief and momentary tightening of her thigh muscles and an abrupt intake of her breath indicated that any pain at all had registered, I rested, then inserted both fingers gently up into her cunt, my thumb meanwhile tenderly rubbing the clit that stood shining at the entrance to her diminutive snatch. The pleasurable sensations she felt from that more than overcame the miniscule pain of her ruptured cherry. The two fingers soon had made their way clear in to the knuckles of the back of my hand, and my soothing instructions to relax and don't worry had reassured her. She was aware, from schoolgirl gossip, that losing one's cherry was painful, but I was sure as hell going to see that it was done far more beautifully than the average sophomore does it on the back seat of a hotrod.
"Now, Lucy darling, just relax. If it hurts a bit at any time, just say so, and we'll stop and rest. In fact, I doubt if you'll get over half of it in the first week or so. But we've got lots of time, angel, and I want you to learn to love it, like Linda does," I said.
From playing with her, her juices were flowing, and the passionate pink portals of Paradise were slick with her fluids, so I knelt up close and placed the bulbous head of my tumescent cock between the tiny lips I had spread with my fingers. The wee mouth of her teenage snatch was filled with my glans, and I pushed exactly one inch, no more, then stopped and rested.
She smiled, and said, "I can feel the heat of it all over the inside of me, Doc, give me some more. I can take it. You didn't hurt me, honest. I know you'll be careful – Linda told me how gentle you were with her and, so far, today has just been perfect. Go ahead, Doc honey, fuck me a little more, it's good."
She thrust her young pelvis up toward my cock, and I tenderly slid another inch in. I could feel the tightening of her inner thigh muscles, and knew she must be feeling some pain. I watched her eyes as yet another inch crammed itself into her tiny cunt, and the gripping strength of her inner vaginal walls massaging my cock made it almost impossible to keep from coming. I rested. I could feel her relax and she looked down at her crotch.
"My God, is there still that much to go? It feels as if my guts are crammed full of cock now, Doc. And are you sure you didn't split me? It felt like it there one time. It feels like a telephone pole up in there, but it feels so warm and big and loving, I know we are really gonna have a good time when I get used to it. So go ahead. If I stop, you'll stop, won't you?" she asked.
I reassured her that we'd take plenty of time all the way, and then I withdrew an inch or so and felt her relax, whereupon I pushed rather briskly, and could almost feel the skin peel off my cock from the tight friction of her twelve-year-old virginal cunt as its sides clung protestingly against the additional five inches of penetration. Her sharp intake of breath made me halt my entry into the tiny, cozy cave, and then I withdrew all but the head and slid it back in to where it had been the farthest. After about half a dozen of these half strokes she was smiling, and I knew that between her natural horniness and the flood of lubrication that her eager cunt had released, and the slight numbing of the anesthetic I'd used, that she was getting to love it. Her words reassured my convictions on that point.
"Ooooohhhhh, that's good, lover, so good. Give me a little more, just a little – I can take it. Yes, yes, yes, I love it, Doc, OH! No, it didn't hurt too much, go ahead, I want it all, all, all of that big wonderful tool in me. Yes, there, oh, God, Doc, this is heaven."
I began pushing it further and further in with each stroke, until soon all but an inch or so of my huge dick was disappearing into her tiny crevice with each thrust. One hand was manipulating her breast, bouncing its fullness and tweaking the upthrust nipple, and with the other hand I was thumbing her clitoris with each withdrawal stroke. On the in strokes, the tightness of her little cunt pulled her pink shiny clit inside out of sight as my shaft rubbed it vigorously its full length, and her soft happy sighs at its tickling sensation were building hotter and hotter and hotter fires within me. The continuing thoughts as I gazed at her slim-waisted body containing all of my manly sex, and the jiggling bounteous breasts that limned my horizon, her happy, thrusting, childlike face that was smiling and starry-eyed – these all made me feel like a sexy God, viewing a heaven of my own making. This is what a man wants and needs and loves.
I could detect the first symptoms of her going over the brink of orgasm – the panting, the writhing, the eyeballs rolling, and could feel the gushing of her fluids as her cunt responded to my violent thrusting, and knew that I, too, was about to release a torrent of liquid passion into the baby snatch that gripped my tool so firm and snugly. I was bumping the end of her canal, and could feel the head of my cock tapping the rock-hard mouth of her untouched womb, and I still had a couple of inches left. As our tempo mounted, my hands shifted to her hard round asscheeks and gripped them firmly, pulling her more and more into and onto my rigid cock. She was pushing and thrusting, moaning and whimpering as she drove herself to be impaled further and further on my spike of love.
Then we came.
Wave after wave of my loin juices spurted up into her hot cunt, and I could feel her rock and shudder with the jolting of each crest as it emptied and broke up in her belly. Her small cries of delight mingled with pain spurred me on, and I was wrung dry by her tight cunt walls. No snapping pussy was ever tighter when snapping than Lucy's was when relaxed, and the hotly moist pink linings milked my shaft till I was spent. We lay on the sofa, panting, and I could feel my cock relaxing and diminishing in the dark wet warmth of her private recesses. I glanced down, and saw that my come and her juices were intermingled and slowly seeping from the badly stretched lips that surrounded and held my tool. I withdrew slowly and got to my feet. Lucy could barely close her legs, her muscles were so sore, and standing was out of the question for a few minutes. She just lay there, smiling dreamily, her eyes full of love and warmth, and her hands idly massaging her huge breasts. They wandered down and across her young flat tummy and cupped her crotch. I knew she was gently stroking her clit to get the last vestiges of sensation from her first fuck. I looked across the room at the others.
They lay entwined, each girl with her cunt stuffed full of a grown man's cock, watching us on the sofa. Betty spoke up. "God, Doc, I wish I'd had someone that good and gentle when I lost my cherry. Shit, I had a dumb awkward boy that damned near discouraged me from ever trying it again. What you did was beautiful."
"I really was learning, right along with Lucy," said Harold Wilson. "I've always been a little leery of virgins till now, but hell I'd like one now."
"See? I wasn't kidding you, was I, Lucy?" Linda asked her twin sister.
"By God, if I had a daughter, I swear I'd bring her to you for breaking in, Doc. That was truly wonderful, the way you did it. Come to think of it, I've got a stepdaughter, but I'm not sure if she's a virgin. Can't ever tell, these days," said the sheriff.
Linda laughed. "Oh yes she is, Sheriff. We were all so scared of you that we wouldn't let her into our sex club, and I'll bet you ten to one she's still got her dumb maidenhead. She's hot to learn, and she's been pestering all of us club members, but like I said, we were scared shit-less of you. Till today. But if I'd known you had such a huge beautiful cock, and liked us little girls, we'd have gotten the show on the road a long time ago. Boy, outside of Doc, I've never had such a big total fuck in my life." She laughed and reached up and kissed him. "And I want some more of that before you leave today."
"It's all yours, m'love," the sheriff replied. "Anytime, all the time. Just help yourself."
"You're certainly generous," Linda kidded. "But you've got enough there I guess you can afford to give it away. In fact, just talking about it warms me up. Can I French you, Jim? You just lay back and let little Linda work on you. If I can get my jaws that far apart."
She smiled and yawned prodigiously and bent her head to her work. The sheriff's enormous glans disappeared and with one hand she stroked the remainder of his cock while the other lifted and tickled the huge bag of balls. We could see her cheeks fluttering and moving as her hot little tongue stabbed and rimmed the head of his shaft. Then gradually she lowered her face further and further along the length of his tool as the rapidity of her strokes increased. Jim lay back, alternately tensing and relaxing as the erotically moist warmth of her mouth soothed and excited him. His hands played idly with her mountainous tits that swung back and forth with her exertions. Then her arms encircled his hips and pulled him closer to her face as she valiantly struggled to engulf all of his tumescent cock. Her blonde hair was flying and her head bobbing the full length of his cock when he exploded his load into her tiny pink mouth. Her head rocked, and she swallowed and gulped as floods of come penetrated her throat. Then, as Jim lay back, spent, she snuggled up to his limpening cock and milked each and every last drop with her cheeks and tongue, and each ecstatic touch was echoed in his eyes and smile. Finally, she withdrew her head and wiped the few dripping leaks from her mouth and chin and smiled up at the sheriff.
"Christ, you can sure come quick, Jim," she said. "My mouth was just getting used to the size of that telephone pole when I felt the pounding and pulsing start. But anyway, this way you won't wear my jaws out," she laughed.
Betty interrupted. "Why don't we get a daisy chain going, so no one will get left out?" she asked. "I know we can't stay all day, much as I'm sure we'd all like to, so let's get as much of a good thing as we can, while we can."
"I think," I told the group, "that Lucy had better just get eaten, because we don't want to hurt her, nor do we want to make her so sore and stiff that her mother will get suspicious. So what we'll do, is sit in a circle on the carpet, arranged alphabetically, and then we each take care of the person to our left. Sound fair?" I asked. "We'll have to juggle a little, because I'm not going down on either of you men, so Linda, you're alphabetically after Betty, you come over here next to me, then Harold, then Lucy, then Jim. See? The girls are alphabetical and so are we men, and it fits real well. Now, Betty takes care of me while I scarf Linda, who will blow Harold while he eats Lucy, who is going down on Jim as he sucks Betty's pussy. Dinner is ready whenever you are, my children."
As I leaned over and cuddled and caressed Linda's magnificent boobies and bent my face toward the blonde cunt hairs that barely covered the young girl's palpitating pink pussy, I felt Betty's soft touch and warm hands reach for my crotch. Her gentle, probing fingers found my tool and began massaging it, while her other hand softly stroked my back and hips. The feeling of an invisible woman working on me as I licked and tongued the tiny tender trap with my lips aroused me further, and I could feel my cock filling and hardening and rising at her mouth, even as the young girl under my ministrations was moaning and twisting as I moistened and nibbled her willing clitoris.
Linda shifted her ass to let me get a better shot at her cunt with my mouth and I, too, settled back down so that Betty could wrap her hot little mouth around my tool more fully. Linda was lying face down so that she could more easily engulf Harold's prick in her mouth and have some freedom for her head movement, and this placed her cunt upside down for me, with the clit at the bottom of the slit and her puckered pink asshole right in my line of vision. I placed my hands on the melon asscheeks that framed her tiny hole, and their firmness and quivering response to my touch aroused me further. I lifted my head from the pleasant task.
"Whatever anyone does to someone else, the recipient should do the same, and we can pass all the goodies clear around the circle that way, and no one will be deprived of someone else's inspirations and ideas," I told the group, then faced up again to my job.
As my tongue flashed rapidly and gently up and down over Linda's tiny protruding clit, my finger traced softly up and down the length of her cunt. She spread her legs wider automatically, and the pink slit widened. I lowered my tongue to its delicious entrance, and felt her push her hips back toward my face, wanting more and more of my hot tongue inside of her. I obliged, stiffening my tongue from soft and wide to hard and straight, and penetrated her honey cave in long, slick strokes. I could feel and taste her wet fluids as they came forth in response to my erotic manipulations, and their savory, sweet tang drove me to further efforts.
I slid my finger in as I withdrew my tongue, then another finger. I held them clear in and slowly began a scissoring movement with them, thereby touching her everywhere – sides, top, bottom, each wall of her snug little young cunt was getting massaged. Her soft moans mingled with those of the other participants, and I was positive that everyone else was having as wonderful a session as I was.
My lingual movements traced upward – for me, since I was upside down to her – across the two-inch gap that separated her pussy from her anus, and I gently bounced and spread her round firm asscheeks apart and let my tongue wander idly and slowly up the cleavage that presented itself. I moistened a finger with saliva and tickled the shiny rosebud of her asshole. Her butt immediately twitched and tightened, shrinking her asshole to a mere puckered pinhole, then she relaxed as she felt the new and surprising touch to be gently erotic. The fingers of my right hand kept massaging the inner walls of her cunt, while my thumb flicked back and forth on her beady clit and my mouth was busy nibbling and laving her rosy butt cheeks. I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle in her anus, then felt it grab and tighten, then relax, and her butt pushed backward toward me, telling me that she wanted some more there.
I knew I was in with a cooperative group, for within sixty seconds of playing with Linda's ass, I felt Betty slide a hand off my balls, back up the crack of my ass, and then felt a digit slide slowly up my rectum. She had sensibly lubricated it enough for easy penetration, and as she massaged my prostate, I knew that everyone in the circle was getting the benefit of what I'd started.
My finger was so tight in Linda's asshole that I truly marveled that I had been able a few days before to get my enormous cock up in there. Everything about a woman – cunt, ass, mouth – will stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch however and Nature puts muscles in a ring to reduce it to its normal shape and function as soon as the variant practices have ceased. That's the beauty of it: careful use is never abuse.
As I turned my fingers to face each other within Linda's two cavities, I was very definitely aware of Betty's hot mouth and moist tongue working on my cock, and her finger stimulating my prostate, and I had the sensation of the whole universe being filled with sex. Surrounded by, drenched in, overwhelmed by sex. It was marvelous. I wasn't certain whether the eroticism that Betty was showering on me spurred me to greater efforts, or whether my devouring of young Linda was inspiration for a saturation campaign the other way. Whichever was cause and effect, the total action was heaven, that was for sure! I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off my come very much longer – I could feel the deep-rooted throb and pulse of my liquid manhood beginning to pile up in my loins, and knew that soon I'd be drenching young Betty's face with my sperm. I could feel Linda writhing and twitching faster and faster, and was aware that she, too, was building up to a big one. I was hoping that possibly the entire chain could blast off at the same time.
As my load started to creep up from my bowels to my tool, I increased my pace, putting my tongue on the sweet clit of Linda, and keeping all my fingers in motion at the same time. I felt her legs stiffen as the pleasure increased almost to the point of being unbearable, and then she came. Her whimpers and moans as she sucked and gobbled fiercely on Harold's cock, seeking higher and higher peaks, more and more cock, greater and larger and longer continuation of her ecstatic thrills, brought my load faster and faster to it throbbing, pulsing exit, and I rammed my huge tool down Betty's throat as my life's energy streamed forth. I heard her gag as all ten and a half inches were stuffed in her teenage mouth, but I couldn't help it – I'm seldom crude or rude, but I, by God, had to be engulfed, surrounded, swallowed by sex at this moment or I'd have died. I felt Betty gulp and gasp, then pull my hips back toward her face to keep my gigantic tool within her, and I knew that she, too, was coming big and long and heavy. The way she softly but firmly chewed and gnawed and tongued my cock, I felt that she also was trying to get the maximum of sex out of this very moment.
As I lay there, the last remnants of twitching delivering my spent load into Betty's mouth, and my mouth trying to stay fastened and sucking out Linda's sweet cunt and drain her of all energy and warmth, I heard a voice.
"Shit! I had to come up for air," Harold said. "I thought I was going to suffocate, or drown, or die, or fall off that mile-high cloud I was on. Whew! Keee-rist, I've never had a session like that. And such a delicious cunt, little Lucy. There's got to be some way to bottle that so I could take a swig now and then at home. Lordy, you are a beautiful child, honey," he said.
I looked over at Jim, who lay spreadeagled on the carpet, panting and grinning at the same time. He caught my eye and slowly shook his head.
"Goddam, Doc, I gotta hand it to you," he grinned. "I never in my life dreamed of anything this wonderful." He turned to Lucy. "Little babydoll, you sure as hell learn fast. That was one helluva blow job. I bet I loosened your back teeth and tonsils. I swear I've never felt a load come out like that one. Now, if it's all right with you-all, I think I'll just lie here about twelve years – I ought to have my strength back by that time."
Lucy was sitting up, running her little hands under and around her huge breasts. "That was great. Now I see what you meant, Linda, when you were explaining about Doc's teachings – you know, where he told you that the biggest kicks in sex are when you know you're making it extra good for someone else." She hugged her own body, pushing her tits even further out. "Hell, I'm still hot. Anyone for one more – just a quickie?" she was pleading.
"Honey," I told her, "you're gonna be sore as hell tonight and, and tomorrow if you get screwed again. Believe it or not, you got muscles stretched today that you didn't know existed. But you'll know it tomorrow – you will probably ache all over, little one," I told her.
"I'd rather ache and enjoy it than die of frustration," Lucy said.
"You won't die of frustration," I told her. "We can have another session, let's see, how's Friday afternoon for everyone here?" I asked the group, and they all chimed in with enthusiastic agreements.
But Lucy was not to be denied. "Linda's been getting it for a year now," she pouted, "and then when I find out how good it is, you-all want to ration me. You're mean," she said petulantly.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Harold spoke up. "Why don't I give her a gentle trip?" He looked down shyly. "Hell, I haven't got enough to hurt her, after Doc in her cunt and Jim in her face. But sometimes we little fellers can come in handy. I'd rather come in little Lucy than come in handy, but let's try it." We groaned at his atrocious pun and I agreed that that might be okay.
Harold had Lucy stand up, then he lay beneath her on the carpet, and asked her to sit gently down on his face. She braced herself with her hands beside his head as she slowly lowered her hot, steamy cunt toward his face. His tongue met her on the way down and she recoiled as it it were an electric pole then continued to bring her sweet "musky" pussy closer and closer to his face. As his tongue penetrated her slit and caressed her aroused clit, his hands reached up and fastened onto her magnificent globes, tweaking the nipples and jiggling their huge firmness. She bounded up and around on his face, then insisted that he put it in. It was obvious to all of us that he was certainly ready, because sniffing and eating her dripping pussy had brought out his full six inches.
She lay down beside him, and he rolled over upon her. She spread her legs and placed her hands beneath her hips to bring her tiny slit up toward his probing cock.
As his hands grasped her hips, she in turn placed a guiding hand on his cock and rubbed it up and down the teeny pink slit opening a few times. It came away glistening with her juicy-slick fluids, and then she fed the head of it into her snug new cunt. His eyes widened at the tightness – probably the best that he'd ever felt – and he pushed gingerly halfway in.
"Oooooops!" she said, with a sharp intake of breath. "Damn, I didn't realize how tender it was up in there. But, no, no, no," she said as Harold started to back off, "just keep it there a second and let me get used to it. It feels good, really it does, Harold. It's just that these muscles have to take it easy, I guess."
"Well, I won't hold off, Lucy," Harold told her. "I'm not too sure that I could anyway, even if I tried. My God, you are tight and snug. And it's wonderful. I haven't touched sides or bottom in the old lady in twenty years," he added with a laugh.
Harold continued with half strokes, then as Lucy kept pushing her twat up toward him on each of his down strokes, he put increasingly more and more in her until his whole cock was stuffed in her and their pubes butted with each other on each rhythm. Her face was contorted with pain and happiness in each stroke, and her happy moans and smile told us all that she was really enjoying the second fuck of her life.
As I remembered the hot tightness of her virginal pussy, and with Betty's tender help, my cock again was rising to the occasion, so I shifted around till I was behind her, and we lay on the carpet watching Harold and Lucy ball. She reached back, buttered my shaft in her cunt fluids, and I nudged forward to slip it in her young cunt from the back. She sucked her belly and diaphragm in and pushed her abdomen heavily, I could feel her hand motion through her belly, and she could feel my shaft penetrating wombward with each stroke. The velvety walls of her tight pussy were stimulating my cock with each long, slow, easy stroke, and the snugness of her eager cunt, and the firmness of her young upthrust breasts that filled my hands, soon brought on another ejaculation that surged up into her already slick and steamy twat. She lay there, a silly half smile on her face as she felt my sperm come pulsing up into the furthest reaches of her tiny snatch.
"Ooooooohhhhh, that was good, Doc. A quiet quickie. That's a change and a switch, but you sure know what a girl likes. I wish the lava around this hick town knew a tenth as much as you men," she said.
I saw Linda using both hands to jack off Jim's gigantic organ as he idly fingered her tits and cunt, and then she suddenly bent her head, still holding his tool with both hands, and gulp his load as it surged forth from his throbbing cock. Her hips writhed and wiggled under his hand as she, too, came simultaneously with his hot wet load that pounded into her sucking, gulping mouth as fast as she could swallow it.
I turned back to watch Harold finish with Lucy, and her happiest day was completed with his cock lying in to the hilt as she whimpered and moaned ecstatically during their mutual come. They were completely satisfied.
I glanced at the wall clock in the office, and mentioned that it was about time to break up the party, and we all agreed reluctantly. I had the girls get dressed and leave first, while the men and I had a highball to kill a few moments and compare notes so that everyone didn't go out at the same second, which would be too suspicious.
"Well, Sheriff, how do you like our setup?" I asked. "I figure we each violated about a hundred and three felony statutes today. Is that close?"
"Mmmm, hmmmm – just about. And every Goddam crime was beautiful, fantastic, desirable, and will definitely be done again," he laughed. He swirled his drink. "You know, Doc, you're probably the best thing that ever happened to this damned town."
"There might be people that would disagree with you," I told him.
"Hell, there's people that would disagree with you if you tried to give 'em a million bucks," he averred. "But anyone that says this is bad is crazy. 'Course, we can't let it get out, we're all aware of that. But I know a couple of other jokers – Richardson the undertaker, and Larson, that runs the general store – they dig young cunt. This I know. And they'd keep their mouths shut, Doc, if you'd care to let them in on a good thing," the sheriff said.
"We'll see," I told him. "Meanwhile, what's with this stepdaughter of yours, Jim?"
"Aw, shit, she's rebelling against her mother, and comes to me with all her petty problems, and like the twins said, she's interested in sex, but not gettin' any, and I don't know. Do you think we ought to deal her in?" he asked. "I'd sure as hell like to break her in. She's got a body and a half. But if my wife ever found out – sheee-it! She's kill me. And you. And half the town," the sheriff said.
"Well, frankly, if anyone, anytime, anywhere, ever finds out any of this, we're all dead," I reminded him. "So if you want things to develop, we night be able to help them along," I told him. "I'll kick it around in the near future. Incidentally, I still have about eight girls and five young boys that were in the sex club to interview. Their parents have already set up appointments. So don't worry about a fresh supply of young cunt for the immediate future, men." I lifted my drink. "Here's to delicious young pussy – may we never run out." We all three drank solemnly to that serious and sincere toast, then Jim and Harold left. I locked up the office and headed out for dinner. I had another busy day tomorrow.