As Betty, Linda, Lucy, Susan and Cissy appeared at my office, I assigned each of them a different room of my suite, and a quarter-hour later when Agnes, Shirley, Alice, Dottie and Sally entered, they filled each of my remaining offices.
At two p.m. sharp, in came Harold Wilson, Sheriff Jim, along with Stone, Richardson, and Bob Cook. Giving them the rooms of Lucy, Susan, Linda, Cissy, and Betty, I had all of them except Sheriff Jim go ahead on down the hall to their respective partners. As they trooped happily toward their horizontal conquests, the door again opened and Tony, Bill, Paul, Tom, and Dan entered and were assigned to the older women's rooms.
I motioned Jim Fieser to a seat, poured us each a highball, and brought up what was on my mind.
"I'll be very frank, Jim. I like you, know that we trust each other, and we have the same hobbies and goals, obviously. Now I want you to trust me implicitly. One hundred percent, right down the line. I know what I'm doing, and this is a little outside of the regular sex club routine, but it's for the best, and I speak as a doctor and a psychiatrist when I want you to do exactly as I'll instruct you."
"Sure, Doc," the sheriff said. "Whatever you say, old buddy, you know that."
"All right. Now, I have a girl that's a virgin, in Room Seven, and it's all yours. Yeah, I know, you've got a helluva lot of meat for a virgin to take, but believe me, it's best this way. I just want you to be patient and very, very slow, and gentle as hell. Agreed?" I asked. "Yeah. Hey, that's great. Who is it, Doc, anyone I know?" I could see him running over all the possibilities in the town.
"Why, yes, Jim, it just happens to be someone you know. Pretty well. It's Susan. Mmmm, hmmm, your stepdaughter," I studied his reaction, "Whoa, now, Jim – don't say it. Think it over. She was in here. I left her a virgin, because this kid is really hung up on you. Worships you. Both as a father and as a man. As a public officer. As a good provider. Every way that a girl or a woman looks at a man, she is positive that you are the greatest. Okay, prove it. Be the most perfect lover. I know you want her – you've said so. And I know that it is a lot more than just a piece of young tail. I can tell that by the way you've raised her, and treated her. You've been her lover – in your mind, in your dreams, in your fantasies – for a long time. She's the ideal girl, in your brain. Admit it – isn't that correct?" I was pressing him now.
He nodded slowly. "Yeah, Doc, you've got it pinned down to the nitty-gritty, all right. But how can a man sleep with his own daughter?"
"Relax, Jim. You used the phrase 'sleep with', instead of 'fuck' – that tells me right there that you'll be gentle and perfect for her. You respect her. You're not just using her crotch for your own selfish release, which, frankly, is what usually goes on around here. So unless someone complains to the authorities, ha-ha, what is the rumble? You two aren't blood relations, and if you were ever divorced or widowed, you could legally marry Susan. So forget your Goddam Protestant ethics and start living honestly with your needs, desires, dreams, ideas and ideals. You just might be surprised at what all develops this afternoon. In more ways than one," I added.
He knotted and loosened his fingers half a dozen times while he thought it over. Finally he somberly stood up and nodded and reached for and shook my hand.
"By God, I'll do it, Doc. All of my dreams come true, and I'm as nervous as a freshman with his first piece. Helluva note for a grown man, isn't it?" He laughed. "But I see what you mean. And I'm curious about 'other surprises this afternoon' that you mentioned. What are they?"
"Whoa, boy," I told him. "All in good time. Now in Room Seven is a young lady – and I use the term properly – who is eager, willing and tender. Be gentle, Jim, but it's all yours. To build or destroy. Whatever. But I am willing to bet you build and win. The jackpot. Go get 'er, Jim." He left, hurriedly.
I slipped down the hall to my examining room with the hidden peephole into Room Seven, and arrived just in time to see Jim enter, turn and shut the door, and lock it. When he turned around, it was to face a nude and very lovely Susan. Her face turned white at the sight of her stepfather, and for a moment I thought that she was going to either panic and scream, or faint. She did neither, due to Jim's opener.
"Doc sent me to you, Susan dear. You need me and I need you. And your love. It's been too long, little angel. So just relax." I was amazed at the crude old boy spouting such smooth talk; but then, he'd probably gone over in his mind a thousand times what he'd say if he ever had Susan available. I could see her relax, and the color came back into her face and her bashful, youthful smile graced her pretty face.
"Hi, Daddy. This is a surprise, I'll admit. Doc didn't say anything to me." She hesitated and looked up. "But I knew you were one of his 'patients' – the grapevine spreadeth, you know." She smiled. "Get out of those clothes if you're uncomfortable." She walked directly up to him, put her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him full on the mouth. I could see that her tongue had entered his opening mouth, his hands grabbed her bare hips, and they melted into a pliant single body.
As they broke loose from the passionate kiss, I could hear her, "I've wanted that kind of kiss from you for so long, Daddy. Don't think I'm naughty, please – I'm a woman now, and I think like a woman, and I know that you and Mom, well, you… well, you know, you sleep apart, and all that, and I was just hoping you needed and wanted me and my love as much as I do yours, Daddy. Does that make an ounce of sense to you?" She was unbuttoning his shirt as she talked, and he was kicking his shoes off.
They walked over to the bed with their arms around each other's waists, and sitting there, had another long sensuous kiss. Jim leaned back on the bed, drawing her closer to him, and I heard him say, "Little angel, this makes all my dreams come true, and I'll be so very good and gentle and tender with you. Just lay back and relax – we've got all afternoon, and I just want to savor this moment." Good God, he was getting as corny and as horny as a sophomore in love.
They lay back, and his soft touch on her breasts, and his slow caress of her back and hips soon had her breathing deeply and squirming over closer to him. Her hands were not idle, meanwhile, and I saw them slowly stroke his cock as her lips nibbled at his ear lobe and she whispered to him too softly for me to hear. Then they both laughed, and as he started to slide down on the bed, I could see her hands pushing him eagerly on toward his velvet target.
She rolled over on her back and gradually spread her richly ripe thighs apart as his face reached the promised land. His huge hands reached and slid under her buttocks and hoisted her crotch a foot in the air so that this face was looking directly into her virginally tender love nest. I could see the glistening juices starting to form on the lips of her sweet pussy as he bent his head toward the answer to all his dreams. His tongue shot out and licked softly at the fluid-covered slit and her body tensed with the tickling ecstasy of his passionate embrace.
"Oh, Daddy," I heard her murmur as her hips thrashed about in his firm but gentle grasp. "Oh, yes, that feels good. So wonderful. Oh, Daddy, I've wanted that for so long. Yes, right there, yes, yes, ooooooohhhhhh! Don't ever stop. Oh, love, I'm coming! Now, now, NOW! Whew! Oh, God, that was perfect, Daddy. Hey, slow down. I'll melt, lover. Oh, that hurts!" He had inserted one finger a few inches into her slickly hot cunt. "But go ahead. Be gentle, that's all. Oh, yes, I want you to do everything to me, Daddy-lover. I need you and want you and love you oh, so much," she was moaning and whimpering.
I could see that he was very tenderly inserting only one knuckle of one finger, and was stroking it gently in and out to increase her fluid flow and keep her at a peak of excitement. Then she wriggled loose and bent at the waist so that she was turned down in the bed toward him. "Don't be so stingy, love," she cooed. "I'm hungry, too, you know. Let me help a little." Her tiny rosebud mouth encircled the enormous head of the sheriff's huge cock and she slowly inhaled the rigid weapon. Half of it was all she could take into her young mouth, but I could tell from the movement of her jaws and cheeks that that half was getting a real tonguing. The sheriff half-rolled over onto her and clamped her legs back against her chest as he dove starvingly into her hairy bush. His end of the bed was toward my peephole, and I could see that as his teeth and tongue operated with wild abandon on her receptive clit, that he had one finger in her tight little asshole and another in her cunt, and I knew that the two fingers were rubbing together inside to stimulate her to the utmost through the thin vaginal-anal membrane. I could see her thighs and belly muscles tighten as she came closer and closer to blowing it again, and her jaws opened even wider for the intromission of his thick, long cock into her face. It was obvious that neither of them would long be able to sustain the pace at which they were each taking care of the other, and I knew that the sensuous physical touches, combined with the intense psychological implications, was driving them both out of their respective minds. True – 'twas only a moment later that I heard her muffled moans as she experienced her second big come and simultaneously was drenched and nearly drowned by Jim's pulsing wave of sperm that filled her mouth and throat. She gulped bravely to contain it all, chewing and swallowing and reaching for more, and I could see him inhale her effluent honey and musk as she came in writhing waves against his tongue and fingers. Then all was still as they both lay there, regrouping their thoughts and strength. I knew they were permeated with the warmth and love that complete ecstasy and satisfaction can give a person. A rare and truly divine feeling, and I saw the sweetly adoring smile on her face as she slowly roused her self to turn and face her stepfather.
"Oh, Daddy, that was heaven. Just perfect. My God, I thought that I was going to turn wrong side out there for a minute. Ooooohhhh, what you did to me. Now you can't ever quit lovin' me – I just won't let you." She looked worriedly into his eyes. "Did I satisfy you, honey?" she asked plaintively.
He patted her shoulder and lay down alongside her and cuddled one of her beautiful young breasts. "Darling, it was better'n I ever dared dream of. And that was only the beginning, sweetheart. Just lie here and let me nurse this wonderfully perfect tit for a minute. God, they are delicious," he said as his mouth encircled her firm young globe and his other hand cupped her other tit and flicked the nipple softly. She pressed her pelvis against his and moaned quietly as he sent thrill after thrill through her boobs and loins with his hotly avid tongue.
"Oh, Daddykins, it's so nice to be able to be honest with each other. I've wanted you for such a long, long time, and I didn't dare open my mouth." She was grinning now. "And I've really got to open it to take care of you, big boy. Keeee-rist! That's a lot of meat for a little girl to take care of. But thank heavens I'm not a vegetarian," she laughed.
"Now just lie back and relax, honey child. We can take our time and do this properly," Jim told her. "Hell, for once I wish I didn't have such a damned big cock. I don't want to hurt you, Sue."
"It's all right, Daddy-Jim," she reassured him. "I know it'll hurt some the first few times – I'm not totally ignorant of the facts of life – but it will be worth it. I know that. So go ahead. As gentle as you are, and as eager as I am for my first love affair, I'm sure we'll get along all right."
Jim petted and caressed her hips and tits and thighs and gradually worked around to her hot little box. As he neared his target, her legs drifted apart, and I could see from my hidden vantage point the twitching of the outer lips of her cunt as she was emotionally ready and mentally hot for her first fucking. He parted the pink opening with his fingers, and grasped his huge tool and rubbed its head in the opening to lubricate himself. A moment later, he placed the flared crown of his glans between her labia and just rested it there. She tried to press her thighs together to hold it at the mouth of her pussy, and thrust her hips up to help him enter her. It slid out from the tiny opening, and Jim patiently replaced it, telling her to lie still and let him do the work. That way they wouldn't have any sudden, unexpected and painful stabs, he told her.
Again her cunt mouth oiled his rigid shaft head, and he held it firmly in the middle while he guided it to the moist entrance that begged for penetration. His left arm encircled her hips and held her gently but tightly in position as he inched slowly and gradually into the young maiden's tiny crotch. She winced, and Jim stopped.
"No, Daddy," she insisted. "Go ahead. It didn't really hurt. Just sort of surprised me. It feels good and hot and big and wonderful in there. So go on, give me some more. We'll make it, lover." She was smiling up to the big stud with both her eyes and her lips.
Jim tentatively thrust another couple inches into her snug and almost splitting cunt, and after resting a minute to let her stretch and absorb the distension that was being forced up her, he withdrew clear to the head and softly entered her again, but only as far as he'd been the first time. After a half-dozen strokes, she was again smiling, and I could see that with every plunge, he was adding a half inch or an inch. She looked down at her pubes.
"Omigod, that's only a third of it! I thought sure you were clear in, Daddy. Whew! Maybe I won't be able to take all of it. At least not the first time. Would that disappoint you, honey?" she asked plaintively.
"Don't worry about that, little angel," the gruff old sheriff told her. "This is so good, and you're so wonderful, it's all I can do to control myself now. If we aren't careful, I'll explode in you right now. And I wanted our party to last a little longer."
With a slyly malicious grin, she wrapped her arms around her stepfather and her legs encircled his ass and she lunged upward, impaling herself on his gigantic cock. I heard her moan and whimper as its terrific size nearly split her belly in two with its deep penetration, and then they clung together as the sheriff's cock plunged, almost of its own free will, hard and long and determinedly into her tender-yet-tight twat. She clung fiercely to his pounding body, and in ten seconds it was over – his load was pouring from the edges of her overcrowded and hot little cunt, and he was panting and limp with ecstasy and exhaustion. They lay quietly in each other's arms.
"I couldn't resist it, Daddy," she smiled. "I figured it was like takin' a bandage off – one quick little hurt, and it would be all right. And I was correct. It feels so good. But I think maybe I'm bleeding just a little. Better let me up so I can clean up." She walked slowly, totteringly and slightly spraddle-legged over to the wash basin and tidied herself up.
"Now that the worst part is over, Jim-Daddy, we can settle down to good, tender lovin' whenever we want to, can't we? Oh, darling, I've been in love with you ever since you and Mom got married. You're my hero, did you know that? O' course, now what do we do? We can't hurt Mom, but we've got our love to take care of, too, haven't we?" she asked.
"We'll have to work something out," he said. "This damned small town wouldn't go for my divorcing your mother and marrying you, we both know that, but there's gotta be some way to get around all the headaches. Maybe I'll talk it over with Doc – he's a sure-enough smart man – he'll probably figure some way out for us," Jim said.
I slid my peephole closed and left them to their billing and cooing and getting better acquainted. I had a lot to do in short order. I went down the hall to the room that contained young Tony and Agnes Fieser, and asked them to please join Bill and Shirley Wilkerson in the next room. Then, two doors down, I put Tom and Dottie Wilson in with Dan and Sally Walker. While these happy foursomes were switching and swapping and enjoying the new arrangements, I got Betty and Linda and Harold and Judge Stone together in one room, and Lucy, Cissy, Bob Cook and old Richardson together for a little variety.
That left Sue and Jim alone, and Paul and Alice Springs. I invited all four of them into my own office, and there was a brief moment of embarrassment when Paul saw his "steady" undressed with her stepfather.
Alice smoothed it over rapidly with, "See? That's why I prefer young boys. Migod, look at the size of that cock. Come here, Paul, take care of me real gently, darling, again." I left them to get acquainted, and set myself to sliding back the dividing partitions that separated all of the suites of offices. This brought, for the first time, all twenty people face to face, nude, fornicating, devouring, enjoying. No one could put the others down for favoring what they, too, favored. In thirty seconds, the whole crowd was happy and kidding each other. Only two small problems remained – Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, and Mr. and Mrs. Fieser.
Mrs. Wilson took the initiative, jokingly made a mock introduction. "Tom, darling, I'd like you to meet my husband. Harold, dear, this is your replacement. Now, let's see, where were we, Tom, love?" and they immediately resumed fucking. I motioned Tony to go take care of Alice Springs, and when Paul stood up from her bed, I beckoned him over.
"Paul," I told him. "I certainly hope you like the looks of Alice Fieser, because if you do, this whole deal will be the jackpot of the century. How's about it, young feller?"
"Susan's mom? Hey, Doc, she's real cool. I'd have loved to have made out with her long ago, but the sheriff and all, you know how it was, God, yes, she's a lot of woman." Paul was hot to trot.
He and I walked over to Agnes, and I told her pointblank that they had had a houseful of lovers for a long time, but that the pairing off had been execrable. Instead of Paul dating Sue, and Agnes married to Jim, which was an impossible setup for happiness, I now had everyone paired off according to their talents, capabilities, and desires. Everyone's dreams were coming true today. She smiled up at Paul and put her arms around him.
"Come to Momma, little boy, let me take care of you like you never knew of before." He melted down on the bed beside her, and I could see that they were going to get along fine.
I noticed that old man Richardson and young Lucy were sort of off to themselves and I figured, correctly I found out later, that he was merely being overprotective of her recent deflowering and didn't want her to participate in too much group sex and get worn out, torn up, or otherwise abused. And Jim and Susan were playing on the fringe of the crowd for the same reason, plus I had a sneaking hunch that the sheriff wasn't going to share her young body with anyone else, and it was all right with her – they were actually, totally, stars-in-the-eyes in love with each other, and more than a little possessive about each other. Which was fine. There was more than enough action going on in the center ring of the large room.
Betty (who else but this complete extrovert and insatiable variegator) had suggested a French daisy chain, and had everyone (an even dozen, anyway) lined up in a circle, and then they each leaned toward the partner on the left and began a licking and sucking contest. Since there were six of each, male and female, everyone got a good partner, and there were cries and screams and giggles as each one came at a different time, some hanging on for seconds, others looking up and watching those across the circle.
I suggested when that was through – old Judge Stone hung on for thirds, young Cissy was such an artist with her tongue – that I would turn my back, they were to rearrange themselves in the circle, then count off, from 1 to 12. That way I didn't know who was where. Then, when that was finished, I turned around and started calling numbers three at a time.
"Four, nine, two," I called, and Harold Wilson, little Cissy, and Bob Cook stepped forth.
"Sic 'em," I grinned, and they raced to the nearest bed, where Cissy lay with one on each side. As Harold fondled her tiny breasts, Cook began licking her cunt, and she then began sucking on Harold's cock as she jacked off old Cook with her hand. We all sat and stood around, most of the viewers idly petting and caressing a neighbor, watching the first revelers participate in the menage a trois before our eyes. Finally, Cook suggested that Cissy get face down on Harold's cock, boost her ready rear-end up in the air, and let him in the back door. Cissy responded with alacrity, and as Richardson drove his shaft up her snug rectum, she almost choked herself diving forward onto Harold's tumescent cock. Cook hauled her back by the hips onto his pounding shaft, and they soon synchronized their strokes until with a glorious cry of triumph he emptied his seed up her tiny asshole just as Harold filled her avidly working mouth with his load of sperm. The three of them lay back, exhausted, to some well-earned applause from the rest of us.
"Next," I called, "numbers three, six, and seven." It turned out to be Tom, Tony and Sally Walker. So far, the pairings had been luckily ideal. Or ideally lucky. Either way, everyone was happy with the arrangement.
As Sally escorted the two hot-blooded youths to the field of champions, we all settled down once again to view the proceedings. Sally took charge immediately, and had the youths lie side by side on the bed, with herself in between them.
"Now, whichever one of you gets a good hard-on first, fucks me, I'll French the other one," she told them, and proceeded to stroke and jerk their cocks while they both reached for and fondled one of her bounteous, jiggling breasts. Tony's cock rose immediately, and as he started to roll over onto Sally, she pushed him back.
"Okay, you're first," she told him, "but we'll have to do it my way. Now, we'll do it dog fashion so I can blow him at the same time. Besides, you can get your cute little pecker clear in that way and have plenty of freedom back there to play all you want, and if you're wondering what to play with, I'll guide you to the best clitoris you ever massaged. Now get with it – get on and get in. This is going to be great." And so saying, she knelt over Tom's semihardon, smiled eagerly, and engulfed it and began working with her hot mouth, tonguing and sucking rapidly on the deliriously delighted youth. Tony was pumping manfully away at her cunt, bracing himself with both hands on her big full cheeks of her butt, and ramming away merrily. His hand finally crept under her, searched for and found her hot button, and pinched and caressed it as she backed more and more up to him to get it all in. As she came, her moans told us how good it was, for she never let her mouth leave young Tom's cock for a single stroke, but she clamped her thighs together, trapping Tony clear in to the hilt, and we could tell from the way her thigh muscles undulated that she was milking his small cock for every last drop of his young come. Just then Tom exploded in her face, and she swallowed each drop as it surged forth, so that when she rose and sat back, breathing heavily, Tom's cock flopped sideways, totally spent. The three lay there for a few moments, savoring the session, and I thought of three more numbers.
"Eight, thirteen and sixteen are next," I called. It was Alice, Bill, and Dottie, and as the two well-developed women led their young lad to the sacrificial altar – and a very eager sacrifice he was, too – we knew that we were in for a big session, for each of them was kidding the other, and bragging how they were going to outdo the other in working Bill over. If each of them kept half their promises, young Bill would get turned wrong side out in about five minutes.
Alice lay on the bed and took Bill's already-hard dick into her mouth. Dottie lay down alongside, facing the other way, and pulled Bill's head down into her hotly moist muff, where his tongue soon found its target, and Dottie's hips began to writhe and twist and turn as he fluttered her clit avidly and vigorously. Bill's hands, meanwhile, were exploring, and one of them ended on Dottie's full, bouncy tit, while the other crept up to and then into Alice's cunt. His mutual gropings and caresses, and the two women's keen cravings drove them all to a peak far sooner than they had anticipated, and in less time than it takes to tell, the variety of the threesome blasted them all off into orgasm.
I decided, in order to make the teams come out even on the last round, to participate in it myself. Besides, I was so horny I couldn't sit still any longer while all the action was going on around me without getting my share. It turned out that there were two foursomes: Agnes, Paul, Dan and Shirley; and Stone and myself with Betty and little Linda; so the teams were again evenly matched.
Stone grinned ruefully as we approached the girls on the bed. "Don't know how I can compete with that big tally whacker of yours, Doc. Damn, these kids'll throw me and my little one out of the circus, probably."
I told him don't worry about it, there was enough to please a little girl, and a girl would rather be tickled to death than bored to death, and so on, and then we were bedside. Stone headed for Linda, and I was glad to get Betty – her lush, voluptuous roundness and willingness and ability to try everything, to perform in every way, still gave me a thrill. And she really worshipped sex. A truly sexual hedonist – just loved to fuck, suck, take a trip around the world, a dealer's choice sort of game. I grabbed her and began fondling her hard, young tits. As I mouthed a nipple, and tried to twist the pair of them inwards to get them both in my mouth at once, her hands were strolling up and down my body, bringing little tickly tingles of electricity clear through me. Finally her hands settled in front, in my crotch, and I could feel her tiny paws trying vainly to surround my huge cock. As she felt it stiffen and grow in her grasp, she could wait not a second longer, and she dropped to her knees in front of me and crammed the bulbous head of it into her mouth, both hands still on the base of my shaft, and looked up adoringly at me with eyes like a happy spaniel. As her hotly wet tongue flicked around the rim and the head, I could feel it swell even more inside her mouth, and then she lowered her head and began diving forward on it and engulfing as much of its ten-inch-plus length as she could take in her tiny jaws. The firm, warm snugness of her oral cavern, with her frenzied tongue keeping time to her rapid head strokes, drove me up the wall, and I decided to let the first batch fly – then on the second and subsequent comes I'd have a lot better control. We could both begin to feel the buildup of my orgasm, and she redoubled her efforts on my cock, tickling my balls with one hand and gently stroking my asscheeks with the other. Then it came: surging, pulsing, wave after wave of hot, thick, creamy love for the filled, stretched face of my teenage delight. She held her head still, gulping valiantly to swallow all of my jism before it could trickle from her avid mouth. Finally she backed off and sat up, panting heavily, slowly rubbing her jaws.
"Goddam, Doc," she grinned, "every time I think I'm used to that supersized cock of yours, I get another session, and it seems like it's always bigger'n I remembered it to be. Don't tell me you're still a growing boy?" She laughed, "I'm not complaining, you understand, I was merely mentioning it."
"Honey, you are the best fifteen-year-old cocksucker I've ever known," I told her, "so just possibly it does get just a little bigger and harder for you. You're really something special, Betty baby."
"Why, thank you, kind sir," she said with a bow of her head. "If I'm that good, could you get it up for a really good hard fuck about now, sir?" She started petting it as she spoke.
"Keep that up about another ten seconds, and you're in for the ride of your life," I threatened or promised her.
I glanced over at Judge Stone and Linda, and saw to my surprise that the old boy had more imagination than I had given him credit for. She was on her back, and he was seated gently on her navel, with his cock between her two mountainous breasts, and as he held her tits together with both hands and pinched and tweaked her nipples, he was tit-fucking her, sliding his shaft back and forth in her cleavage. Apparently she was enjoying it, for each time that he would slide forward, exposing the head of his cock, she would lick her finger and rub the glans vigorously, tickling the very tip of his rod with her fingernail. Let them play their games – I had all I could contend with when Betty was as hot as she was now.
Betty's hands pushed me gently over on my back, and I watched passively as she seated herself astride my gigantic cock. She had to halfway stand up to get above the head of it, and as she rubbed it back and forth in the musky, steamy juices that were seeping from her crevice, I felt the first tingle and thrill of her prelude. As I gazed up at her soft round child's body, with her tits swinging sensuously in my face, and her tiny hands trying to manipulate my huge organ, I was exquisitely happy that I had this moment of pleasure – heaven on earth, having complete and totally sating sex with such a beautiful young girl-child.
Her sharp gasp as she sank halfway down on my cock was coupled with the hot, snug warmth of her cunt walls rubbing vigorously against my shaft, and the knowledge that this penetration was filling and delighting her was almost enough to make me come. I relaxed, to let her take the lead. She sat upright, and with only her legs in motion, began humping and sliding up and down on my dick, each time sinking further and further down, taking more and more of it up into her belly. I could feel the hot, hard mouth of her womb bumping against my cock-head, and wondered when she'd stop, or how much she'd try to take. Both her hands were pressing her belly, and I knew that she could feel my long rigid meat through her abdominal wall, as I could feel her little hands as they pressed her tummy. My cock was bumping against their pressure, too. I was engulfed in, surrounded by, and totally wrapped up in this hot young teen cunt. Every touch, each sensation, all my emotions were tearing at the wall of ecstasy, and soon the wall came tumbling down, and I was pouring her tight wet cunt full of my sperm. She sat perfectly still for a moment, then began snapping the inner muscles of her cunt, drawing upwards the last vestiges of cream from my loins.
She sprawled face downward on my chest, her hands and arms fondling and stroking my upper body, as she rested with my now half-limp cock still in her oozing, seeping cunt. Neither of us paid any attention to the mess that was trickling out upon our thighs. It was only a juicy batch of love fluids – no harm done. She raised, leaned forward, and gave me a tender, gentle kiss. Mostly soft, clinging lips, not much tongue action. It wasn't like her usual hot impassioned embraces, and I asked her, "Hey, what kind of a kiss was that, lover baby?"
She smiled slowly and wistfully. "I've got a sneaking hunch, Doc, that this may be the last time we make it together. Am I right or wrong?" I patted her on her beautiful rump and slid out from under her. "Tell you later all about it, angel," I told her, and rolled over to where Linda and Judge Stone were now resting.
"Next gunner," I told them joyously, and the judge turned to Betty with a lecherous old-smile. I had Linda sit up on the bed, to display her 42-D tits to better advantage, and then lay with my head in her blonde crotch and looked at those enormous jugs towering over me. As she leaned forward to reach my cock, a tit hit me right in the mouth, and I encircled it with both hands to keep it in my face as I hungrily gnawed on the little pink nipple. It sprang to life simultaneously with my cock, and I immediately rolled over and pushed her legs apart and turned in the bed so that my cock was in her face as I reached with my tongue for her delicious snatch. I then bent her legs back, flattening out her huge-though-firm tits on her chest, and hoisted her pelvis up toward my face. I let my tongue rove and wander up and down the sweet moist line of her closed cunt, and felt her legs and body relax beneath me as her hot emotions began to be sated.
She had half my cock in her little mouth, her jaws straining to contain it, but I scarcely felt her tongue caressing and firing my sensitive rod, for I was faced with Paradise on earth – the pubes and ass of a twelve-year-old nympho. And I knew exactly what to do. And I set about doing it.
I inserted my forefinger and my middle finger in the sweetly slick juices of her cunt and rubbed gently inside.
My thumb was flicking and tickling her shiny, beady pink clit that peeked out so enticingly. The tremors that shot through her young pliant body urged me onward, and I knew that this tiny, tender love slave would soon be rocking and moaning with the hottest and highest of heavenly delights – continuous orgasms. I craned my neck a little further and let my stiff wet tongue stroke gently and caressingly up the crack of her beautiful ass, between the round bulbous white globes of her cheeks and linger lovingly on the pink puckered rosebud of her asshole. It puckered tighter in response to my kissing and licking, and then I felt her relax beneath me and was welcomed into the inner sanctum by her backward pushing with her buttocks.
She wanted more of my ministrations.
More she would willingly get. My tongue penetrated her viciously tight anus a half inch, an inch, then two inches, and I could feel the response and acceptance throughout all of her slim childlike body. My tongue whipped back and forth, in and out, my fingers stroked with a scissors movement inside her hotly eager cunt, and my thumb was arousing her clitoris to a peak of excitation. All in all, charming little Linda was getting the full treatment, and I could now feel her renewed efforts with her mouth on my turgid cock. She was gradually drawing my strength and manhood out the head of my dick into her hotly receptive mouth and throat. Her finger entered my anus and when she rubbed vigorously against my prostate I felt her shudder and vibrate beneath me just as I came clear from the tip of my toes. Her young mouth was so gorged with cock, and her thrashing around was so rapid and strenuous that she had engulfed the entire ten-plus inches just as I unloaded what felt like gallons of my sperm into her sucking, drawing mouth. The continued flagellation of her tongue on its pulsing length finally drained the last drop from me, but she stopped not, neither did she rest or slow down. My cock remained rigid and ready.
With a sudden burst and roll, I was free of her and turned her face down on the bed, reached under her flat, smooth tummy, and hauled her to her knees. My still-slick cock was pointed right at her tiny rear opening, and I spread her lovely asscheeks apart and nudged the tool at her back door. She cooed and smiled and snuggled back against it. As I pushed against its impossibly wee, snug entrance, I felt her sphincters relax and her bowels push back against me. I shoved, and was rewarded with a plop as the gigantic head leaped into the cruelly stretched hole. Her soft whimper was her only indication of the pain that I knew had been caused her, but now that it was in, and the diameter adjusted to, the length was immaterial, and I knew that she wanted all of it, in long, slow, easy, full strokes.
"Oh, yes. Doc, ram it in me, lover, all of it," she was saying happily. "Clear in, then clear out, oh, Christ I love it there. More, more; I can take it, Doc, I have to have all of that meat in me. Faster, faster, c'mon, more MORE!" She had reared back up onto her hands and knees by now, and I was pinching and rubbing her crotch and clitoris as hard as I could, and with the other hand I was trying to capture one of her huge tits that swung so magnificently to and fro with her violent lunging and rocking. She craned her head around and underneath so that she could see the full length penetrating and withdrawing. God knows she could feel it, but she also said she wanted to see it. I rammed and jammed every millimeter of my meat up the ass of this luscious twelve-year-old blond and admired the tiny, slim waistline that flared so voluptuously into her hourglass-shaped ass that was being stretched so sensuously by my huge cock. This was heaven. But too soon, too soon, and I could do nothing to stop it, the hot load gushed up her gut and nearly drove her head first down on the bed. I felt her cunt and ass and stomach muscles all churning with the happy acceptance of my warmly wet wave of love that pounded up into her, and was milked dry and limp in a few precious seconds of delirium. I fell back, exhausted, happy, and totally satisfied.
Linda turned around and lay against my heaving, panting chest and placed my hand on one of her huge-yet-firm tits. Then she reached up and kissed me, gently and warmly, like a child-lover, not as a prelude to more and passionate sex. Just a clinging baby kiss on the lips.
"Doc, was Betty's hunch right? Was this the last time we'll make love? I hope not," she said.
I figured that this was as good a time as any to make my announcement, so I got the attention of the group and after a few moments each of them ceased the pawings and nibblings that they were in the midst of, and I then told them the details of the plan I had made.
"Folks," I said, "the time has come for me to move on. I'll be closing my office here in Somerset in just two days, and I already have another suite of offices all rented and outfitted in another town, in fact in another state. No one here in Somerset will ever find me, unless by some far-out coincidence you happen to move where I am. And that's a very slim chance, because I've seen to it that way."
"We have had a pleasant, no, a truly wonderful interlude here. The town, and especially its charming and beautiful little girls, has been the nicest experience of my life. I knew when I came here that there was no possibility of my remaining permanently. However, you all have been good to me, and I am positive that I've been able to help you in many ways – emotionally, physically, and mentally. Quite possibly you'll come to appreciate it even more over the years."
"Remember the lessons we've shared here – pass them on to the next pupil. For God's sake, rather for your own sakes, get rid of any and all inhibitions and repressions you have, don't acquire any more new ones, and you sure as hell shouldn't pass any on to your children. The world will mess them up enough – you folks do all you can to prevent it. Okay?"
"Another thing that I wanted to touch upon, and then we'll have a little roundtable discussion. I think that young Betty here should probably be elected captain or queen or whatever you wish to call it, to represent and recruit and screen any future applicants in her age group. Tony could handle the young boys, and Alice knows most of the women in town."
"I suggest that Sheriff Jim Fieser ride head honcho on the men, for several reasons. And it would sure as hell pay all of you to see that he is reelected term after term if you want any protection. He and Judge Stone can keep it out of the limelight, I'm sure. In fact, Jim, if you'll stay after a few minutes, with your family, and you, too, Paul, I want to chat with you all a bit. Now, are there any questions that any of the rest of you have?" I asked.
I settled the babble that erupted, and sorted out the more sensible and important queries (such as: where would they hold their meetings, how big should they let the group get) and answered them as best I could.
After the party had broken up, and we had toasted each other's health several times and thanks had been expressed by all concerned quite profusely, I was left alone with Jim and Agnes and Susan and Paul.
I always figure the best way to face an issue is openly, even abruptly. You get more honest reactions that way. So I dropped my bomb on the quartet.
"Sue, you and Paul should get married as soon as possible." I shushed the hubbub that ensued. "Listen, I generally have good and valid reasons for my remarks, don't I?" I asked. They agreed. "Okay, the purpose of that would be to let the young 'honeymooners' move in with you and Agnes, Jim – a natural enough move, when a young couple is having a hard time financially at the start, so no one will think anything of it. Then, and this is the crux of the matter: Jim and Sue will set up their own love life, and Paul and, Agnes will have the same bedroom."
"Now, don't give me that stunned look – we all know you two adults haven't had any kind of a marriage, and frankly, you never will. But you like and respect each other, I know that. Agnes is a good housekeeper and mother, Jim, you've got to admit. And Jim is a good provider, Agnes, and devoted to your daughter, and you have security and protection, so there's no sense at all in having a divorce and a scandal when it can all be handled so conveniently for all concerned."
"Five or ten years from now," I went on, "possibly other arrangements will have to be made. People change, and no one can predict the future, but for the immediate and foreseeable few years, this setup could be ideal for all four of you, and satisfy the mores of Somerset in the bargain. Paul is just eighteen, and you can give your consent for Susan, so they can get married right away. I know damn well the town gossips will start counting the months, figuring they had to get married, so for God's sake, stay on the pill, both of you women. And in public, play it straight. Well that's about it, folks."
I could see them all mulling it over in their minds, but I also noticed that Agnes' hand crept into Paul's, and they exchanged smiles. Jim put his arm around Susan and drew her willing body closer to him. Then they all apparently arrived at the same conclusion that I had, and we all shook hands on the arrangement. They filtered out the back door, and I remained in the offices to reluctantly start closing out my book-work and miscellany.