A few days before, I had contacted the real estate agent who handled my office building, and had secured the adjoining suite of offices, making a total of seven rooms I now had, including my lobby-outer office.
I had surreptitiously furnished them with studio couches that made into beds, and was all set to expand the operation I had going so well.
I had set a sliding scale of prices for my "counseling sessions": horny men paid fifty dollars an hour, oversexed women who needed a young man paid twenty an hour, and the parents of the kids paid twenty a session. Things were turning up roses – and greenbacks, one of my favorite flowers.
I glanced at my schedule book, and saw that Sally Walker and Alice Springs were booked in at 9:00 a.m., with young Tony and Bill for partners, and at 10:00 I had a new woman, Shirley Wilkerson, scheduled for a preliminary interview. At 11:00 a.m., the sheriff was bringing one of his friends, a very discreet one, he promised, and I had penciled in Betty and Linda for them. I felt that little Lucy should have another couple days rest after such a wild orgy on her first cherry-popping trip.
In the afternoon, I was really swamped – four young boys, sent by their parents for evaluation and possible counseling, a call from Bob Cook, the druggist, "to just sort of talk things over, Doc," and appointments for two married women: Harold Wilson's wife and Sheriff Jim Fieser's spouse. I was wondering what the hell they wanted when my lobby chime rang.
I walked out to the office and there was Sally, Alice and two other women, who were introduced to me as Pauline and Matilda Sorenson. Pauline was the typing teacher at the high school, and Matilda ("Call me Tillie, Doc," she simpered) was her old maid sister. Alice roomed at the apartment house they had, and they had confided in her to the extent that Alice had brought them along in hopes I could fix them up, too. I sent them all back into an office-bedroom, and said I'd see what I could do. In a few minutes, Tony and Bill came in, hot with anticipation. They had in tow a diminutive, flat-chested girl in Levi's.
"Folks went away for the weekend, and Cissy has to stay where I can watch her, Doc. I couldn't get rid of her, honest. She tags me everywhere. I told her she'd have to sit in the lobby and read magazines while we were in counseling, but that didn't faze her – she was willing. So give her something to read, Doc, and then we can get to talking." He was grinning at the thought of the next hour. I sent him and Bill down the hall to where the four women were, then called Tony back and talked to him in the hall where no one could hear us.
"You boys have probably hit the jackpot today, Tony. There are four women waiting in there right now. Can you think of another young boy who likes a grown woman, someone you can trust? There's an acre of lush female tits in there that need taking care of, and you two kids would die – happily, probably – trying to satisfy all four of them."
"Sure, Doc. Hell, I can get a couple of the fellows in five minutes. Guys we can trust, I promise," Tony told me.
"Swell. Go out the back door, across the parking lot, and come back in the same way, and your kid sister will never know," I said. He was off at a trot.
I returned to the lobby and sat down at my desk and smiled at Cissy. "What would you like to read?" I asked.
"I doubt if you have much that would appeal to me," the little girl replied. "I've always been pretty precocious, and I just read specialized things – something I can learn from. None of those trashy girls' magazines or any of that silly junk."
"How old are you, Cissy?" I queried.
"Fourteen. Or I will be in a couple of months. And I'm in the same grade Tony is – I skipped two years." She hesitated, then looked me right in the eye. "I know what they're doing in there, Doc."
I looked up at her. "What do you mean Cissy?"
"They're fucking. Tony and Bill and two women that are old enough to be their mothers." She giggled. "Surprised I knew, Doc? You shouldn't be. I know more about sex and loving and manipulation than both of those dumb boys put together. Even if I am a virgin," she stated defiantly.
"Wow! Well, young lady, without agreeing with your statement of what's going on around here, may I ask where you got those ideas?" I asked.
She tossed her long hair back from her face. "Simple, Doc. I eavesdrop. I've got every room in our house bugged – you know, wired for sound, and Tony and Bill were bragging to each other last night about their last session. So I forced them to let me tag along today. I figured it was about time that I got some indoctrination too. I've read all the 'plain wrapper' books – I've got about thirty of 'em – but I've never been with a man, and frankly, boys bore me, they're so stupid and self-centered. So here I am. Now, what do you intend to do with me?"
I took a deep breath. Hell of a note. "What would you like me to do, you cute little blackmailer?" I asked.
"Well, like I said, I'm a virgin, so I just thought that I'd like to try Frenching you the first time." She giggled again. "Betty told Tony that you had a cock as big as a horse, and I don't believe that I'd like to get split in half, but maybe I can learn to suck. Okay, Doc? And I might have a surprise for you, although I'll bet you're a hard man to surprise," she said.
"You are a precocious little imp, Cissy. And I agree, you're too small for regular intercourse. How big are you, five feet?"
"I'm four-eleven, and weight 87 pounds," she smiled. "But let's get started – I want to see if it's half as great as the books all said it is."
I led her down the hall to my own private nooky nook and locked the door on us. She was starting to disrobe as I turned around, and her tiny childlike body looked so delicate and crushable and tender that I began getting aroused as I slid out of my clothing. She had tiny, hard breasts the size of small oranges, and there wasn't a trace of fuzz or hair around her fine line pink pussy. Her flat tummy in front was set off by twin buns that sloped firmly into a cute ass that someday, when she got grown up, would be a truly voluptuous set of buttocks.
Cissy stared fascinatedly at my half-hard cock as it swung heavily against my balls as I walked toward her and led her to the couch. Her tiny hand groped its way across my crotch and seized my cock. Even before it attained its full volume, her little hand could not reach completely around it. She leaned against me, pushing her hard baby boobies on my chest, and reached around my head and pulled my mouth down for a kiss. And what a kiss! I swear this baby doll had been reading all the right books. Her soft warm lips pressed mine, and then slowly her lips parted, her head turned a bit, and even as I felt the slight scrape of her teeth on my lips, her tiny, hot tongue darted inside my mouth and flicked rapidly in, out, in, out, side to side, then tangled itself with my tongue and we lay there, my passion rousing rapidly to the tune of her whimpering moans and writhing, pressing, demanding body that she was moving so magnificently. By the time we finished that first kiss, my cock was at its fullest tilt, throbbing and bursting with blood and passion.
She lay back a bit and smiled up at me. "See, Doc, you can't judge a book by its cover, can you?" She bent her head forward, and I lay back so that my tool stood up in all its tumescent glory. She grabbed it avidly with both hands, and it looked as if a normal-size person were choking someone's throat. She bounced it up and down a few times, feeling its hardness and pulsing, then lowered her head further.
I closed my eyes to lie back and just enjoy it – I knew I was in good hands, even if she was a virgin and a beginner. I felt her hot little tongue delicately touch the underside of my glans, then her head swung from side to side as she ran lingually up and down the full length of my shaft. When she got back top end, she licked her kissable lips and placed the head inside her tiny rosy mouth. She was so small that even her mouth felt like a baby's cunt, and the total immersion in warm moistness nearly made me blow my load. I tried to relax. Her hot tongue continued to lave my tool for a moment, tip to tip, and I could feel the passion mounting in my loins as she worked assiduously on my tumescent cock, and the stream of lust kept corning closer and closer to ejection. I gazed down at her tiny childlike body, slim and boyish in its youth and underdevelopment. I felt the big come rising in my bowels, and placed my hands upon the back of her head as my load of sperm began ejecting into her tiny mouth. She struggled manfully with my load and kept swallowing as fast as the streams of sperm pumped into her hot avid mouth. Her tongue milked the last remaining traces of liquid from my cock, and I lay back, spent. She raised her head.
"How was that, boss?" she asked. "I know I'm just a beginner, but that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"Honey, that was just great," I told her. And I meant it. For a young child, she was a helluva student of books.
"Now," she said, grinning slyly, "as soon as we can got your cock hard again, I want to try something that I've dreamed of for a long time. A couple of years ago, I found out that whenever I wiped my butt, I sort of tickled myself. Then came a finger, then two – well, to be frank, Doc, I sort of get a charge out of anal sex – that is, what I've had of it, just self-induced. Now I'd like to try the real thing. Are you game?"
"Jesus, I don't know, Cissy. You're awfully small, and my cock is bigger'n hell, as you know. We can go real careful, and maybe we'll make it. If it hurts, you just let me know, and we'll stop," I told her.
I slid down on the sofa, and she put her arms around my hips and pulled me close as she mouthed and tongued my limp cock. Her hands were gentle and ticklish as she felt me up while she sucked my dick, and in no time I was erect and standing at attention. She then rolled over on her belly and got up on all fours, so that her cunt and tiny asshole were staring me in the face. I could see the wet shimmering drops clinging to her hairless cunt, and the ruby red pucker of her anus as she thrust them backwards up toward me. I mounted her from the rear, and reached around her and fingered her little pussy, getting my right hand all wet from the juices that continued to seep from her crotch. Then I stroked the wee puckered entrance to her rectum. I could feel her muscles tighten as I tickled the entrance, and I knew that she was waiting impatiently for my entrance.
"Go ahead," she said, as I dawdled around. "About six months ago I sent away and got a dildo, and I've been using that for a long time, and boy, do I love it! It's been a lifesaver – every time I feel frustrated, I just slip that in the back door, and I get a big come in only a couple of minutes. But I've been hoping for a real cock up there, and so you just go ahead, Doc, and we can have a real ball. I want it, I really do."
I spat on my hand, and massaged the saliva onto the head of my cock, and put a few drops onto the tiny snug entrance of her anus, and then stroked the head back and forth, up and down, against her asshole. She quivered and shook and backed herself slowly up against my rigid tool. I put my arms around the slim waist of this small, little girl and guided my cock up against her rear entrance. It might as well have hit a stone wall. Then I backed off and applied more saliva.
"Relax, honey," I told her, and placed my cock at her anal entrance again. I told her to push back with her insides, like taking a big shit, and when she felt it start in, to relax completely. This she did, and I could feel the tight grip of her sphincter muscles as I slid the first inch in. I rested. And as I looked down at this child that I was fucking in the ass, I thought that my cock was half the diameter of her little buttocks. It seemed impossible that I could penetrate her without splitting her in half. Then she glanced back over her shoulder, and smiled, and said: "Hey, that's great, Doc. Just go slow. It feels as if I was stuffed clear full of hard, hot cock, and it is really wonderful. No more dildos for me – this is the best I've ever dreamed of. Give me a little more now."
I pushed another three or four inches into her tight, hot cavern, and the total sensation, of having a little child for a target, and her tight hot rectum gripping my tool, almost made me blow my mind. As I withdrew it for a long charge into her, I could see the sides of her anus clinging avidly to my cock, and could hear her sharp intake of breath as she felt its great size work on her fanny. I shoved very gently and slowly, but firmly and steadily, and could feel the hot ass of my newest victim as she responded to my flicking ministrations.
I put my hands upon her hips and guided her slowly and gently back upon the rigid stiffness of my overly willing cock, and I could feel the vibrations of her tiny young body as she accepted the full entrance of its long hardness within her snug cavity. I was truly enveloped with lust and passion as she remained impaled upon my hot tool. I slid my arms around her skinny waist and one hand crept up to cup her small underdeveloped breasts and fuck her nipples as the other wandered beneath her crotch to seek out her budding clitoris.
Her moans came gently to my ears as I kept my cock clear in to the hilt and played with her other appurtenances. Then she was speaking again.
"Slowly, Doc. Pull it clear out except the head, then ram it in again. Oooooohhhhh, that feels good! I love that. God, I wish I could watch it. Yeah, again. And again. Don't ever stop, Doc, just fill me up with that big beautiful cock."
She was writhing and twisting her ass against my belly as I poured yard after yard of cock into her tiny rectum. The tightness and the enthusiasm soon brought me to a peak, and I couldn't stop the hot viscous load from pulsing into her heated rectum. I jammed it in to the hilt and felt every quiver of her slim young body as she accepted the outpourings of my loving tool. Her soft cries and writhing and moaning told me that it was as good for her as it was for me.
"Leave it in," she begged. "It feels good, just being in there, filling me with love and warmth." She was spasmodically squeezing my limp tool with her belly muscles as she spoke, alternately ejecting and clamping it with her sphincters, and milking it for every last drop. I could feel my roots being pulled out through the end of my cock as she strained to get the last bit of goodies from my balls.
I collapsed atop her, and we lay there, panting and warm and happy. She grinned at me over her shoulder. "I have been anal-oriented for some time, Doc," she said. "I just never had the chance to get a real cock up in there before. And boy, did I hit the jackpot. I've read enough to know that you're a hell of a lot bigger than average, and I wasn't sure I could take it all, but I love it so much up the ass that I wouldn't take no for an answer. Did you like it, boss, buggering me?"
I had to answer yes, because she was undoubtedly the smallest and snuggest and tiniest anus I'd ever penetrated, and her eagerness and enthusiasm and willingness couldn't be equaled anywhere. This tiny child really loved to assfuck. I could hardly believe her capacity, "I decided a while back," she went on, "not to ever screw the ordinary way – all you get is diseases, pregnancy, and a lot of static from your folks if they ever check up on your hymen. And I'd found out that there's a tremendous satisfaction found in the anal zone, if it's done properly, so here we are, Doc. Now, you've got to take care of me at least once a week – I find that my hot spells go in cycles, about every six or seven days, and my periods don't interfere, because I can just take my Kotex off and have at it. So you just schedule me for whenever I say, Doc, and I'll never tell anyone." She grinned up at me. "Never thought you'd see a sexy little blackmailer this young, did you?"
"No, I didn't," I admitted. "But you aren't blackmailing me – you're just satisfying me. I'll look forward to you each week, tiny one, because I've never had a girl as small as you, and as willing to take it up the rear. I really dig your back door, and we'll have a lot of happy sessions together from now on," I told her.
I helped her into her Levi's and blouse, and she returned to the outer lobby to await Tony's completion of his "counseling session". I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly ten o'clock, time for Shirley Wilkerson, a new patient.
In a few minutes, she walked in, and I appraised her very happily. About forty, but looking thirty-three, tall and very well-dressed. Through her fine dress, I could see that she had a good bust on her, a trim well-slimmed waist, and soft voluptuous hips that flared out gently but arousingly from her belt line.
I introduced myself and we went down the hall to my private interviewing room. She sat down, lit a cigarette and got right to the point.
"Doc, I need a psychiatrist. And I've heard you're good in your field." She smiled. "And we both know exactly what field I'm talking about, don't we? You dig young girls – I dig young boys. So let's get rid of all the spade work real fast. Can you line me up with a boy or two – about fourteen or fifteen? I love to take 'em and train 'em. Or maybe it's a mother complex – I can't have any children, and perhaps that's my hangup. We always want what we can't have, I know that. Anyway, I've always been partial to little pricks, and I want one the worst way now, so can you fix me up?"
She was coming on strong, but I didn't know what to say, so I asked her who sent her to me. She said Sally Walker, so I said I'd fix her up. I showed her into my office and told her to wait, then went down the hall. Tony and Bill were just leaving, having kept an eye on the clock, and knowing that their hour was up at ten.
"Come here a moment, Tony," I said. "Do you know of another fellow you can get hold of right away? I've got another woman – and a lot of woman – that wants the same treatment." I grinned. "Or are you ready for another session?" I asked.
"God, no, Doc," he answered. "Much as I'd like to help, all three of us guys took turns with all three of the women, and I couldn't get a harden again for hours. We really had some fun and games this trip. Boyohboy! Whatta workout! Not complaining, though, it was really perfect. But I think I can get Paul Nelson – he's a pretty hip kid. I'll be back in about five minutes."
He and Bill left through the back door, and reappeared shortly with a slim young boy and introduced us. I took Paul down the hall and introduced him to Shirley Wilkerson and left the room. I decided, since this was the first time in the office for each of them, to watch from my own private room and check the action.
Before the lad knew what was going on, Shirley had disrobed and was helping Paul remove his clothing. When he, too, was nude, she led him by the hand to the studio couch and she laid back on it and pulled him on top of her. I could see her hands stroking his back and sides, and could hear her voice.
"Oh, you're such a handsome young boy, Paul. There, does that feel good? And that? Just lay here on my big boobies, honey, and snuggle up close and let Mommy love you, darling. That's it. Yes, cuddle and chew on those jugs of mine, little boy. Oh, God, I love for you to nurse them that way. Yes, yes, don't stop. Can you get both nipples in your mouth? See, if we push them together like this, ooooooohhhhh, God that's good. I can feel myself melting, Paul. Oh, what you do to me, you wonderful, naughty little boy."
Her legs spread slowly apart and one large firm thigh swung lazily up and over his slim, teen-age body. The movement brought her cunt directly against his left hand, I could see his fingers explore the hairy bush nest and then gradually penetrate her vaginal opening. She responded with moaning and wriggling, and then she broke the embrace and pushed herself up over him and pressed him flat down on the bed.
"Now, honey, you just lay there and let Mommy take good care of you. You look good enough to eat, and that is exactly what I'm going to do, right now, Paul. Ooooh, that is a cute little cock."
She slid down across his thighs and I saw her pop Paul's now stiff cock into her mouth, and could see her lips and jaws moving vigorously as she sucked and tongued and chewed his tool. For a second he lay still, then a smile appeared and I saw his body tense as the warm thrill and hot sensation of her active mouth brought tremors to his slim body. She was obviously an expert and loved what she was doing, and so did her partner. She was making it real good to him – undoubtedly the best and hottest blow job he'd ever had. Maybe his first one. But definitely his best one. His hands wandered down and cupped her large squashy breasts and fingered her nipples. She redoubled her efforts, and I heard his soft cries as he emptied his first load into her willing and avid mouth.
"There," she said, smiling as she swallowed the last drop of his come and sat up beside him, "that'll take some of the pressure off, so we can go longer from now on and have some control. Did you like that, lover? I just adore eating sweet young cocks, and yours was absolutely delicious. I'm going to have some more of that pretty soon. But now, while your little dick is resting and recuperating, honey, I want you to return the favor. Did you ever eat pussy before, Paul?" she asked.
"A couple of times," he admitted. "When it's clean, it's great. It arouses hell out of me, I know that."
"Good. Because as soon as you get aroused, I've got a surprise for you, darling boy," Shirley told him.
She slid down to the foot of the bed and Paul knelt before her. As she pulled her thighs up and backward on to her chest, mashing her voluptuous breasts, her cunt rose to meet his eager mouth, and he started licking and tonguing her slippery slit. I could see his tongue penetrating her hot pink opening, and her happy sigh told me that the young boy was doing pretty well about satisfying her. After a moment he withdrew his lingual weapon and concentrated on her wet clit that loomed up at the top of her opening. Her moans and whimpers sounded at the same time that I saw her leg muscles tighten, and her whole body stiffened as she came for the first time.
"Oh, God, that was a good one, for as quick as it happened. But look out now, angel, because they'll be coming faster and oftener and bigger from now on. Once I come, it triggers off a chain reaction in my guts until I'm satisfied. You are in for the wildest session you've ever dreamed of. And you're going to get the benefit of all the fantasies I've had to live with alone since the last time I had a boy to love, and that's been a helluva while. Too long. Now turn around here and let me eat that delicious little tool again. You stay on top and keep licking my pussy, baby, and we can sixty-nine. There, yes, that's it."
Paul had turned around so that his cock was directly over her face, and his arms were on the underside of her knees, keeping her legs on her chest and bringing her hot cunt directly up into his tongue's line of fire. He bent his head to the edible chore and they began devouring each other. Then I saw her hand creep from his buttocks to the crack of his ass, and one finger pressed against his asshole. He stiffened. She turned her face away from his cock for a moment.
"Relax, little one. Mommy won't hurt you. And remember, anything I do, you return the favor. Okay?" And she resumed sucking his dick after moistening her finger with saliva. She then slid it in slowly up his ass, one knuckle's worth at a time, till it was clear in, then I knew she was massaging his prostate and was building a new sensation in his bowels and balls as she stimulated his penis, his rectum, and his whole body with her body's passionate warmth.
Paul, too, slowly inserted his middle finger into her pink rosebud and was stroking it slowly as he nibbled and kissed and sucked on her juicy slit and clit.
Suddenly she pushed him smoothly away and told him, "Baby, you've just got to fuck me now, because I could feel that you're about to come, and we don't want to waste another load of that precious come, do we, young man?"
"I-I don't – well, do I have enough there to fill you, I mean satisfy you, Shirley? I don't know," he was embarrassed and hesitant.
"Oh, hell, is that all that's bothering you, lovie? Here, come on. Let's do it this way then," she said, and placed herself on all fours, with her lovely rounded ass pointed toward him. "Come on, babydoll, we can do it dog fashion, and you'll find you've got plenty for me."
He positioned himself behind her, and lay gently across her back. Reaching under, she grabbed his small but erect cock in her hand and rubbed the head of it two or three times in the honey juice that fringed the edge of her cunt lips.
"When I say, 'push', you shove it in me, Paul. I'll guide it. Ready? Push!" and I could see her lift her hand and drop her hips simultaneously so that the lad's tiny cock was centered on her puckered-snug asshole. She thrust her bountiful ass back against, his belly, and his eager cock was trapped in her rectum. For a minute he had no idea where he was, and began pumping rapidly with short, but full strokes. She took one of his hands and guided it around her belly to the mouth of her cunt and he began rubbing the slit and her clitoris. Her arms reached back around his thighs and held him closely to her, and they pumped happily away for a moment.
"Tight enough, lover boy?" she asked, smilingly.
"Hey! This is great. God, you are sure snug for a big, grown woman," he said. Then he must have looked down, and seen that his truncated cock was buried in her asshole. He got a kind of bewildered look on his face, and said nervously, "But wait a minute – I'm in the wrong hole, Shirley."
"Bullshit! You just keep it right there, and keep on playing with my crotch, and you'll give me a really good thrill, baby. C'mon, keep humping. Don't you want to please your mommy-lover?"
Paul began rhythmically stroking in and out of her close sphincter again, and I knew that it was getting to him – probably the tightest hole he'd ever been in, considering the size of his small prick. In no time he let loose of his load, and I knew by the happy grin on her face that she had felt the hot stream of sperm coursing upwards into her guts. I saw her thigh muscles spasmodically twitching as she clamped and relaxed, milking him of every last drop of youthful semen.
He rolled off her and lay on his back, exhausted and delighted. "Boy oh boy oh boy, that was great, Shirley. But I always thought that only queers, you know, homos, did it that way."
"Silly child. Of course not, Paul baby. A woman has erotic zones all over, and the anus especially is the next best to her clitoris, and it's much tighter, and so that way we both get satisfied. Any com plaints?" she asked.
"Lord, no," he replied. "But I never knew any girls that did it that way before."
"That was your trouble, honey," she laughed. "All girls know is put-it-in-the-cunt. No variety, no technique, no talent. That's why you need your big Momma to teach you all these things. Now you just lie down and put your handsome head on my breasts and let me cuddle you, baby doll. You're my man, my lover, my boy. I'm going to take real good care of you in every way you've ever dreamed of, angel. That's it. You nurse those big breasts of mine – they're all yours, pretty child."
I closed the secret window through which I'd been observing Paul and Shirley, and returned to my office. It looked like we'd recruited another satisfied client.
I fiddled with some necessary garbage paperwork for a while, then shortly before eleven, Jim Fieser, the sheriff, came in accompanied by a tall gentleman about fifty years old, well-dressed and conservative-looking. I shook hands with Weldon Stone as we were introduced, and directed Jim and Stone down the hall to their assigned room. In a couple of minutes, Betty and Linda entered, and I told them where to head.
"When do I get you again, Doc?" Betty asked. "You are the greatest cocksman I've ever known, and you sort of spoiled me. Although," she added, "we're havin' a real ball this way, I gotta admit."
"Yeah, me, too, Doc. I'd like a repeat ride with all your special varieties the first chance you get," Linda chimed in.
I promised that it would be real soon, and they went on down the hall. In ten seconds, Betty was back, mad, stomping, cursing, irate.
"What the Goddam hell is going on here, Doc? You just blew the whole shebang! Do you know who's in there with Sheriff Jim? Judge Stone! The same son of a bitch that put me on probation eight months ago for being a juvenile delinquent. Good God! How in hell did he get into our club? My God, Doc, we're all dead now." She was crying and hysterical. "He's sent up a dozen kids."
"Whoa, baby, let me check this out," I said, and was striding down the hall as Betty almost collapsed into my desk chair.
I burst into the room. The sheriff and Judge Stone were both naked and Weldon Stone was fondling the enormous tits that Linda wore so proudly. His cock was being petted and stroked by Linda, and she had it half hard when I dashed into the room.
"Jim, is he a judge? And what exactly is the score?" I asked.
"Oh, hell, Doc, relax. Weldon likes his young cunt as well as the next guy, and we've hit a couple of peace officers' conventions together. He's okay – I'll bet my life on it, Doc, old buddy."
"Betty says he's put her on probation, and he's sent up a lot of the kids," I persisted.
"May I interrupt? And thank you my dear, just wait a moment and we'll resume," he told Linda. "First, let me remind you that the only children I've sent to reform school are the ones convicted of their second felony – and then only for theft or violence. Never on any moral turpitude counts. Because while I could never before dare to avail myself of any of the beautiful pussy and young tail that's been running rampant in this horny town, neither was I about to waste it by getting it buried in a stupid reform school. No, I've had to go two hundred, five hundred miles away for my teenage nooky, but not any more. Right, Sheriff? And now, Doc, if you'll excuse me, I have a tender snatch staring in my hungry face that very definitely needs devouring. See me in about an hour if you have any further questions."
With which comment he slid down before Linda's tiny crack and began licking, tonguing, massaging, with such enthusiasm that I was positive the dirty old man was very sincere in his quest for young quail.
I returned to the office, and told Betty what had transpired. I also reminded her that we held the ultimate in blackmail over the old boy's head from now on, and anyway she was with Jim, and if she felt that she got screwed on the juvenile sentencing, here was her best opportunity to screw him – literally – in return. She blew her nose, wiped her tears, and philosophically went down to get what she came for.
By the time the morning circus was over and I had dashed over to the hotel coffee shop for lunch and got back to the office, it began to look like Grand Central Station. The four young kids who had to come to me at their parents' request and insistence, I had assigned to individual rooms, to await my turns at counseling them and exploring their problems.
Then Dorothy Wilson, Harold's wife, came in, followed almost immediately by Agnes Fieser, Sheriff Jim's wife. They were a little out of the pattern, and I sure as hell didn't have any time to waste with ordinary, run of the mill psychiatric patients. I didn't need the money, and I was not about to waste the time, either.
I took Mrs. Wilson to my office first, promising Mrs. Fieser that it wouldn't be a very long wait. As I shut the door, Mrs. Wilson ("Call me 'Dottie', Doctor") started in with a long list of complaints – physical, mental, psychic, emotional. I stopped the spillover of her verbal dam with: "… so get to the point, Dottie. I think that an awful lot of your problems are frustrations, and the rest of your headaches and hassles are merely the symptoms of sexual deprivation. Pardon my bluntness, but we are all trained to get right to the root of the matter, and I firmly believe that that is what's the matter."
"Oh, Harold was right. He said you were such a brilliant doctor. And yes, to be frank, Doctor, that is one of my big problems. Harold hasn't been paying a lot of attention to me – physically, that is, of course – the last few years, and maybe I am a little frustrated. He used to be so lustful, so – this doesn't go any further does it, Doctor?" I reassured her on that count. "And he was so horny and randy. But nothing much the last few years. And I'm lovely and don't know what to do. Even earlier, maybe we didn't have it too wonderful – he was always so rough and in so much of a hurry."
I interrupted her, and told her that I could fix her up mentally, emotionally, sexually, to where she'd be more satisfied than ever before in her life, and then she got started on her dreams.
"I never went for the John Wayne type, Doctor. I've even got a little flirtation going with our paper boy. He seems such a sweet young child, always so clean and polite and quiet and gentle." She was almost simpering. "I guess I'm just a little girl at heart, Doctor." God, how coy could a fortyish matron get?!
"Fine. Fine, Mrs. Wilson. Okay, yes, 'Dottie'. Well, you just go into the second room down the hall and I'll get back to you in a few minutes," I said. "If you want to, just disrobe and lie down and relax. The blinds are drawn, and it'll be nice and quiet. I'll get to you in a few minutes," I promised. I returned to the outer office and talked to Agnes Fieser. She said that the sheriff had said that I seemed to know what I was doing, and by the time we scratched the surface, I could see the need for privacy, so I sent her down the hall and told her I'd be there in a moment. I'd seen Bob Cook, the druggist, coming up the walk. I told him to wait in the lobby a few minutes while I finished with another party, and then went down the hall to Mrs. Fieser.
As I turned to lock the door behind me, I heard Agnes Fieser's voice.
"Look at me, Doc. Am I half bad?" And I had to agree, as I surveyed the soft, full breasts and the lush rounded hips that she wore so gracefully. Her pubes were prominent, and through the thick, dark foliage I could see a glimpse of a hairline crack. She smelled arousingly delicious, clear across the room.
"… and so we haven't had any lovemaking in over eight years. He's just too damned big for me, and after I had to get ten stitches when he tore me last time, we just agreed to skip the sex angle. But, Doc," she was almost pleading, begging for help, "I can't go on this way. A woman wasn't meant to live alone. I know he's getting some on the side, and since it's my fault, I've never asked any questions, but the damned road has got to run both ways. Right? All I want is to be loved. But I can't and won't have that telephone pole of his rammed up me all the time. What's the solution, Doc? Jim did say you were smart and discreet both. Can you help me?" she asked.
"I think I may have the perfect solution for your little problem, Agnes," I told her. "Now, you'll just have to trust me, and be honest with both yourself and anyone that I call in for assistance. Can you do that?"
"Oh, yes, Doctor. I'll be so grateful for anything you can do to help me."
I told her to wait right there, and went down the hall to where I had the four boys stashed. After kidding with them for a couple of minutes. I selected two of them, Dan Gallery and Tom Petrovic, and asked them to come with me. As we walked down the hall, I asked them pointblank how they'd like to have a couple of real women – not silly teenage girls. Their response confirmed my first impressions.
I put Tom in with Dottie and Agnes got Dan, and I then returned to the pair waiting for me. I told them I had to cancel their appointments, that I had just got too darned busy to take care of them this afternoon, and rescheduled them for the next day.
Back in the lobby I told Bob Cook that I could take care of him now, and we went to my private office. He accepted the highball I offered, and we leaned back and relaxed. I asked what the problem is, and…
"… so ever since my wife died ten years ago I've sort of had a pretty good thing going with the high school teenagers. You gotta be careful, fuckin' them gets you in trouble, but if your luck holds up, and you're selective, it's pretty good. I've been sellin' a lot of books their parents might not approve of – you know, Roth, Harold Robbins – all the goodies, and then sometimes I move a few French ticklers and some small dildoes and things like that."
"Hell, a drugstore sells everything except drugs and prescriptions nowadays, Doc. Incidentally, if you run any prescriptions through my place, I always pay a 20% kickback. Keep it in mind – it can add up over the years. But anyway, as I was saying, I even used to use a little Spanish Fly – cantharides euphonium, you know – in some of the sophomores' Cokes at the soda fountain, and in six minutes they'd be in the back room with me, wondering if I had something to 'take care of this awful itch' – and I sure as hell did."
"Man, I was making out like a burglar. Then you come to town. And, Doc, frankly, I haven't had any young cunt since two weeks after you hit town. Naturally, I get a little bit snoopy, and hey I how about that – old Doc's got the corner on the market. A real monopoly. Now don't misunderstand me, old man, I'm not competitive. I just want a piece of the action. And I mean a young piece. No more high school quim stops in my drugstore with the hots. No more tender nooky hangs around my soda fountain waitin' for my rigid digit. Damn and double damn, Doc. You really shut off the fountain of youth. Well, hell, I always say, if you can't whup 'em, join 'em. So here I am, volunteering. Can you fix me up, old buddy?"
He almost sounded plaintive, but at least we had a common goal.
I allowed as how we'd take care of him. God, I was soundin' like an Iowa hillbilly, too. But I sure couldn't find fault with any of the women in this town of 3,000. It seemed as if they all had the same philosophy that I had – catch 'em young and treat 'em right. All of the older women wanted the younger boys, and all the charming young pussies were aching to get stabbed by manure cocks. That's about as near as you'll get to finding a Utopia on each.
I mused reflectively on what was transpiring in my series of rooms down the hall. For instance, while the sheriff was getting his fill of tender young cunt, his sex-hungry wife was being balled in the adjacent room by a handsome young teen-age boy. Each of them dying of frustration in their own way, and not enough communication between them to be honest about their needs and desires. C'est la vie – the human race's perennial headache. That's all right, I thought, that's what keeps psychiatrist in business.
By now it was crowding noon, and I had to shepherd my patients out singly, so as not to let each one know who the others were that were coming to me for assistance. Especially Jim Fieser and his wife. I tapped gently on three doors, and told them, respectively, five, ten, and fifteen minutes. I knew they'd happily keep going right to the last second, and none would come out into the hall even a minute early, so that provided the protective overlap that was needed.
After lunch, I got a phone call from Betty. I had more or less designated her as a confidant and leader, and trusted her judgment as to the receptivity of the younger girls. She said that Susan Shaw, Jim Fieser's stepdaughter, was hot to trot and would like to try it. I told her to bring her over this afternoon, and we'd see what developed. I had Tony lining up half a dozen other young boys, because I could see that the sisterhood in this town was spreading the word on their gossipy grapevine, and it looked as if it were truly pyramiding.
Harold Wilson phoned me and asked if I could let Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, who ran a grocery store, into the group. I told him to have them drop over this afternoon about two o'clock and I'd fix them up.
When Betty and Sue came in, I sent them down the hall to my private room, locked the lobby up, and followed them. They were undressing when I entered, and I was amazed at the rounded voluptuous body that young Sue displayed. Full, round hips topped by ballooning buttocks that narrowed to a sinuous waist that was charmingly capped by a bouncy full pair of breasts that would have done wonders on a full-grown woman. Betty caught me admiring Sue and laughed.
"Better'n you expected, huh, Doc?" she asked, and I had to agree enthusiastically.
"I was telling her," Betty went on, "about you, in pretty good detail, and I guess the only cock Sue has even seen was her stepfather's, which is the only one I've ever seen that rivals yours, Doc, so she thinks it normal for all men to be hung like horses. Boy, is she in for a disappointment later on in life, eh?"
I had disrobed and approached Sue and we sat down on the bed. I saw Betty across the room on the couch, idly and slowly massaging her crotch, and knew that as soon as I finished indoctrinating little Sue, and was able to get it up again, that I'd be expected to take good and total care of Betty, too. Okay by me – can't get too much of a good thing, I always say.
I put my arm around Sue's shoulders and let my hand drop over and cuddle her large young tit that sprang so invitingly toward my touch. We leaned together, and the kiss she gave me, so soft and meltingly warm and loving, made my cock start throbbing and filling. Her hand crept over onto my lap, but she didn't grab my tool, she just stroked the full length of its upper surface, and the hot touch of her palm along its top was so tickly that it began rising of its own accord. She then tried to grip it in her tiny hand, but could only reach part way around it, so the other hand helped, and she gripped it firmly at the base and lifted and lowered alternately on the skin. In no time it was at full erection, with a good six inches protruding beyond her two-handed grasp.
"Now, Sue honey," I said, "what you'd better do is blow me for a minute, while I play with you and warm you up, too." I pushed her head down gently toward my glands and she promptly placed her mouth over the head of my cock. I almost had to laugh at her next gesture. She actually tried to blow! Betty saw what was happening, and came over to the bed.
"Here, Sue, let me show you how to start," she volunteered. Her mouth replaced Sue's, and with a wide yawn she engulfed my prick. As her tongue raced around the rim behind the head of it, I was describing to Sue exactly what she was doing, and then as Betty took longer and longer strokes into her face, and the whole shaft was gradually disappearing a little more with each stroke, and her cheeks were in-and-outing, I saw Sue's head was bobbing in rhythm with Betty's, and I pushed Betty's head away and let Sue drop her sweet, tiny mouth down on my prick.
"Aw, shit, Doc," Betty griped smilingly, "I was trying to get you to come before you sent the second team back in. I do the work and she gets the gravy. Hell of a note. Hey, I've got a idea. Here, Doc, you stand up in front of the bed and Sue can go down on you that way, and I'll still have a little something to play with. Fair enough?" she asked.
I did as asked, and as Sue slid forward to better control her actions, I felt Betty kneel beneath my legs and gently cup and tickle my balls. Then I felt her hotly penetrating little tongue explore the crack of my asscheeks, and her lingual efforts centered on my sensitive asshole. I put my hands behind and on Sue's head and guided her face back and forth on my cock, and could feel the racing traces of her moist tongue as it tingled along my rigid tool. I didn't want her to take it all in – it might gag her, which would be discouraging for future efforts, and it undoubtedly would make her jaws sore and tired, and I wanted this session to last a while.
As I gazed down at the vision of childlike loveliness before me, my love slave and obedient pupil, new thrills coursed through my body, and I knew that it would be only a matter of moments before my load of sperm surged forth to drown her hotly wet mouth with its passionate juices. Betty had replaced her tongue with a finger, and was crooking it after entrance to massage my prostate, which did nothing toward helping my self-control, and I felt the load of liquid lust lunging-up from my loins. Sue was struggling to get more and more of my long cock into her already overloaded mouth, and the vigorous mouthing and sensuous gripping of her tongue and teeth and cheeks was driving over the brink.
Then it came, pouring, pounding, pulsing. I felt her head rock with the shock of my superheated load as it filled every inner crevice of her mouth, and she withdrew halfway back the length of my cock and gulped manfully to swallow the warm melted love that filled her face and throat. A low moan escaped her, then she breathed deeply a couple of times through her mouth, her tongue not missing one whipping stroke in the meanwhile, and then Sue resumed her long, slow, even suck-stroking. I felt Betty release her touches of my ass and crotch, and waited a minute for Sue to get her fill of her first blow job. Finally she came up for air, and sat back on the bed.
"Oh, that was fun. So warm, and tender. I've had visions, and dreams, and fantasies of what that would be like, but I never ever dared think it would be that much fun," Susan said. "How did I do, Doc? Did it satisfy you as much as it did me?"
"Honey, you were perfect," I told her, perfectly truthfully. "You are going to be – already are – a wonderful cocksucker. Now I'd like to return the favor, and you'll see how ideal it is to get eaten up. But look at Betty – we can't leave her out in the cold, can we? So I'll tell you what we're gonna do, m' friends. I'll lay on my back, and Betty can mount my cock and screw herself to death while you sit on my face, Sue, and I'll nibble away at your delicious pussy banquet. That way there's something for everybody. How's that sound, little girls?" I asked. Their immediate and enthusiastic assent followed.
I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and felt Betty clamber up and settle her face on my crotch. Sue, on the other hand, straddled my chest and then slid forward until her juvenile cunt was staring me in the face. She lifted a bit with her thighs until her tiny pink slit hovered over my mouth, and then leaned forward until her hands were above my head, supporting herself. Her tits hung and swayed excitingly over me, and my hands just naturally went to them as my tongue reached avidly for the young virginal slice of heaven that presented itself to my oral ministrations.
As my hotly moist tongue touched her sensitive opening, her thighs contracted involuntarily, and her hips rose away from my face. She lowered again immediately, and relaxed her legs till she settled more fully upon my face, my lips and nose buried in her delicately-scented pubic hairs. My lingual antenna searched out and found the entrance, and its sweet, honeyed moisture drove me to thrust rapidly and eagerly into her delicious slit.
Her soft moans and slow writhings were combining with the arduous and happy tongue-lashing that Betty was giving me down below, and my arms encircled, and my hands seized her buttocks and brought her beautiful young cunt mashed closely to my face. I could feel her buck and rear as the tickling sensation nearly drove her out of her mind, and that response, with the cloyingly savory sensations that permeated my mouth and nostrils was driving me ape.
My tongue slashed furiously in and out and up and down and around the pink-walled vagina that was so eager to impart happiness to both me and its bearer, and her responses to my caresses were all that I needed to achieve the delights that all three of us were seeking. Betty was assiduously working over my cock and balls, and one of her hands crept beneath my buttocks to tingle and tickle my asshole. She really knew how to stimulate every possible erotic zone – real fine for fifteen years old.
Sue was peering down and backwards, watching me kiss and love her tiny slit and budding clit that was moistened with the hot fluids that poured from her chaste pussy. My hands were molding and squeezing her big, soft titties vigorously and their nipples stood out proudly as they reveled in my massaging. The look of love and rapt adoration in her eyes was worth all the jewels on earth, and I knew at once that another delightful young teenager was enthralled in my palace of love, a willing slave.
Her hips were moving slowly up and down, and writhing round and round as the tickling of her crotch from my mouth increased the awareness of her sex. Faster and faster, hotter and hotter – she was on the brink, and then suddenly she collapsed full length on the bed on top of me, mashing her crotch hard against my face, and whimpering and softly crying as she struggled to get her cunt harder and faster up against my oral tool that brought her such ecstasy. It broke the hold that I had on her luscious tits, and I encircled her quivering buttocks and bounced them tenderly, heaving and panting.
Slowly her peak subsided, and we lay there, spent, exhausted. I didn't realize until that very second that I, too, had come, right at the same instant. Betty was wiping the drops of sperm from her smiling lips as she got up, and it was only then that I realized that my cock lay flaccid and limp on my thigh. It had all been so totally simultaneous that my orgasm had been as much mental, satisfying my childish lunch, as it had been physical I hadn't even known when Betty had switched from fucking me astride to Frenching me. I had been thoroughly engrossed in devouring this responsive, delighted and delightful young babydoll that was parting so hungrily with her chastity. Her indoctrination was so complete that all else, even my own sensations and fucking satisfaction, had been blacked out of my mind.
"Ooooooohhhhh, yes, ooooohhhhh, that was wonderful," Sue was whispering, lying prone on the bed above me, her hands cupping her tender crotch and her soft, full, round asscheeks looming on my visual horizon. "Oh, God, Betty, that was even better'n you said it would be. Omigod, I just can't believe it. I thought that I was going out of my mind there for a minute. I thought that Doc'd drive me crazy. I almost quit halfway through, but I'm sure as hell glad I didn't. Ooooohhhhh, yes…" her voice trailed off to a smiling moan.
"Doc," said Betty, "how about you mounting me and really ramming it in? God, I need a really healthy, total fuck. I've been doing too much watching and helping, and not getting enough up in me to satisfy me. C'mon, big boy, ride the hell out of me just once. I'll bet I can take all you've got and more. I'll have you beg-gin' for more and beggin' for mercy, all in the same breath," she taunted me.
I was delighted to accept the little girl's challenge and we moved to the bed. Sue rolled over to the far side and we lay down and embraced. The soft warmth of her young body and the thought of penetrating and loving her tender teenage body soon had me aroused, and as we lay there kissing and caressing, with her hands manipulating my responsive tool, my fingers found her hotly wet pussy and she spread her beautiful thighs and tugged me over upon her.
Her hands avidly rubbed the enormous head of my cock against the damp pink slit opening of her snug cunt, and then her hips thrust up against me. I could feel the wonderfully tight gripping of her vaginal walls as inch after inch of meat rammed into her. Each different time I loved a young girl, the thrill was the same upon entering her, and I gazed raptly down at the combination of surprise, shock, pain and ecstasy that played across her face as she took my shaft inside her hot little gut.
"Damn, Doc, I'd forgotten, I guess, how huge you are. Lor-dee! That feels like I'm splittin' wide open, but it feels so hot and good up in there. Don't stop, hell, I love it. There, yeah, that's better. Ooooohhh, yes, that's good, more, now, a little more, yeah, keep it up, lover."
Her head was rolling back and forth in time to the writhing of her hips, and her big young tits jiggled entrancingly as she wiggled beneath the spearing of my long, stiff cock. I slid it further and further in at her begging, and saw her eyes open wide and her chest heave with a great deep breath as my tool finally disappeared completely up against her womb mouth. I left it there, in to the hilt, and with my right hand I pressed down on her tenderly flat belly muscles and began to rotate my hand directly over where my cock was filling her. With my left hand I sought, found, and started to pinch gently on her protruding clit. The response was immediate and electrifying.
"Keee-rist! I'm gonna explode, boss! Oh, no more, I can't take it! Don't stop, please. Oh, yes, yes, yes, but no more, Doc, I'm going crazy. Please, please, you are drivin' me out of my mind, oh-God-oh-God-oh-God that's good, good, good! Oh, Christ, Doc, stop. Please. Stop." She suddenly slumped and her eyes shut. I let up on the extraneous ministrations and slowly and tenderly slid my cock out until only the head remained between her pink moist lips. Then slowly and steadily into the hilt again. On the second stroke, a smile crossed her face and her eyes opened, looking up at me so adoringly and worshipfully that I knew she was all right and merely getting the full charge of ecstasy and exquisite bliss that comes from experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, each one faster and bigger than the last, until the ultimate was reached, and she had nearly passed out from joy.
Leaving it clear in, although it was getting softer since I had come, too, just as she climbed that highest mountain, I let my hands trace gently all over her thighs and belly, across her breasts and nipples, and knew that the tender, warm touch, with the filling love and inside feelings, would make her happy and contented.
"Oh, Doc, that was wonderful. Sooooo perfect. As great as any time ever for me. God, I needed you, and what you do to me, you wonderful dirty old man. Christ, if I had that kind of action once a day, I'd be happy for life. Just leave it in a little while longer, Doc," she said, and began snapping her pussy muscles and milking my cock for every last drop of come. The only thing wrong was that that snapping action would soon arouse the hell out of me, and we'd be right back where we had started. And I had work to do, dammit. Others to take care of. I slowly dismounted from off Betty and playfully slapped her beautiful bouncy butt.
"You'd better get dressed, babydoll," I told her. "I can't stay here all day, much as I'd love to. And you, too, Susan. I just wanted to give you a sample today of how pleasant sex can be. You won't be losing your cherry today. How about tomorrow? We'll get together again, and I'll teach you what fucking is like. How come your boyfriend never scored?" I asked her.
"Who, Paul?" she replied. "He's just not aggressive enough, I guess. He never pushed me. Or he's probably scared of Dad – everyone thinks old Sheriff Jim is the meanest guy in town. But he isn't – he's always gentle and good with me – not like a stepfather at all," Sue said.
"Little child, whether you know it or not, Jim has actually been courting you. He doesn't even know it himself, really, but he's in love with you – or your body, or what you stand for, to be precise. He'd give his right arm and left nut to make love to you, but moral inhibitions and stupid early training have kept him in control so far." A sudden thought hit me. "Is your Paul a slim, blond boy that's a good friend of Tony's?"
She nodded. "Yes, do you know him? He was with Tony this morning. Why?" Sue asked.
"Nothing. How do you feel about your stepfather?" I asked her, "C'mon, be totally honest with me."
"He's wonderful," she replied. "Like I said, he's always so gentle and good to me. And he's a helluva man, you know, in the sex department. I've seen him a couple times when he didn't know it, and he's got a cock about like yours, Doc. Really, he's the grooviest stepdad a girl could ask for. Why?"
"Just an idea," I told her. "Why don't you kids come back at one-thirty tomorrow afternoon? We can have a nice session and we'll teach you what all the rest of sex is about, Susan," I told them.
They both agreed enthusiastically, and then dressed and left. I sat at my desk making phone calls the rest of the day, lining up tomorrow's schedule. I had determined to make the next afternoon a red-letter day that this whole damned town would always remember. By four o'clock I was done, and went home to get well rested for the morrow.