She lay down beside him and he rolled over on her. She spread her legs, placed her hands beneath her hips, and brought her tiny wet slit up toward his reaching cock. His hands then grabbed her butt and she in turn placed a clutching hand around his small cock and rubbed it a few times along her juicy crack. It came away glistening with cunt juices, and then she steered the head of it into her tender raw cunt. His eyes widened at the tightness that gripped his tool – probably the first time he'd been able to touch both sides of a pussy at the same time – and he pushed gingerly halfway in.
"Oooooopps!!" she exclaimed with a gasping intake of her breath. "Damn, I forgot how raw it still is up in there. But no no NO!'" she insisted, as he started to back out, "just keep it there a second to let me get used to it again. If it hurts a little, that's O.K., because it sure as hell feels good, really it does, Harold. It's just that I'll have to take it easy here at first, I guess."
"Well, I won't hold off, baby," he told her. "I'm not so sure I could anyway, even if I tried. My god, you are tight. And it's wonderful, angel. I haven't touched sides or bottom in the wife for twenty years. But we won't go too long this time. I don't want to make you any sorer than necessary." Harold resumed his halfstrokes, then, as Lucy kept pushing her narrow twat up toward him on each of his jabs, he put increasingly more and more into her until his whole cock was stuffed into her, and each other's pubic hair was entwined on each lunge. Her young face was contorted with pain and happiness, and her delighted moans and radiant smile told us all that she was really enjoying the second fuck of her life.
Between Betty's tender help and my memory of Lucy's hot tightness of her virgin snatch, my cock was again rising to the occasion, so I shifted around till I was behind Betty and we lay on the carpet watching Harold and Lucy. She reached back, buttered my shaft at her cunt lips, and I nudged forward and slipped it up her cunt from the rear. She sucked her belly and diaphragm muscles inward, and pushed heavily on her abdomen with her hands. I could feel the pressure of her hand on my cock, and she could feel my tool intruding inward with each jab. The velvety walls of her gripping pussy were stimulating my cock with each stroke, and the rubbing of her hand gave me the sensation of being both fucked and jacked off with each forward lunge. My hands crept to her chest and I firmly grabbed her mashed breasts as she lay there face down and I banged my pelvis against her hard, bouncy asscheeks.
In two minutes I let go, and my river of sperm shot up into her wet hot cunt. She lay there, a smile on her face as she felt my load come pulsing up into the top part of her twat and splash hotly against her cervix. I collapsed atop her tiny white body, and we lay there watching Lucy and Harold as her cunt contracted and flexed to snap and draw my come from my rod.
"Ooooooh, that was good, Doc. A quiet quickie. I wanted to fuck, but I was too exhausted from the last one to start in. But you sure know what a girl wants, and when she wants it, huh? I wish the boys around this hick town knew a tenth as much as you men," Betty said softly.
I saw Linda using both hands to jerk off Jim as he petted her tits and pussy. Then she suddenly bent her head, still holding his rod with both hands, and tried to capture the stream of come that shot forth from him. Y could see the veins throbbing and pulsing as her tiny mouth worked over its flaring head, and her little hands jerked rapidly and smoothly up and down his huge shaft to encourage more of the hot wet load that pounded into her sucking, gulping mouth as fast as she could swallow it.
I turned back to see Harold finish up with Lucy, and her happiest day ever was completed with his cock lying in her to the hilt as she whimpered and moaned and writhed during their simultaneous come.
Glancing at the wall clock, I mentioned that it was about time for the party to break up, and we all agreed reluctantly. I had the girls get dressed and leave first, while the men and I had a highball to celebrate, kill a few minutes and compare notes.
"Well, Sheriff, how do you like our setup? Although I don't really need to ask. I figure," I said, "that each of us violated about sixty-two felony statutes today. Is that pretty close?" I grinned.
"Mmmm, hmmm – maybe closer to a hundred and ten," he agreed. "And every single damn crime was beautiful, fantastic, delicious, and should definitely be done again." He laughed and swirled his drink. "You know, Doc, you just might be the best damned thing that ever happened to Somerset."
"There could be some mothers and fathers who might disagree with you," I smiled.
"Hell," he said, "there's people who'd argue with you if you tried to give 'em a million bucks, too. But anyone who says this is all bad is crazy. 'Course, we ain't gonna advertise it, we all know that, but I know a couple of other jokers – Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, who runs the supermarket – hell, they dig young cunt. I know. I won't tell you how I know, but I do. And they'd keep their mouths shut, Doc, I can guarantee ya, if you'd care to cut them in on a good thing," Jim went on.
"We'll see," I told him. "Meanwhile, what's with this stepdaughter of yours, Jim?"
"Aw, shit, she's rebellin' against her ma, and comes to me with all her problems, and like the twins said, sure she's interested in sex, but not gettin' any, and aw, hell, I don't know. Do you think we'd ought to deal her in? I'd sure as hell like to have some of it. She's got a body and a half. But if my wife ever found out – sheee-it! She'd kill me, and you, too," Jim added.
"Well, frankly, if anyone, anytime, anywhere, ever finds out about this, we're all dead," I reminded him. "So if you want things to develop, we might be able to help a bit. I'll kick it around in the near future."
"Incidentally," I continued, "I still have eight girls and five boys that were in the sex club yet to interview. The parents have already set up appointments. So don't worry about a fresh supply of young cunt for the immediate future, gentlemen." I lifted my drink. "Here's to the land we love, and vice versa. To delicious young pussy – may we never run out." We all drank solemnly to that serious and. sincere toast, and then Jim and Harold left.
I locked up the office and headed out for a quick dinner and a much needed long night's sleep. I had another busy day coming up tomorrow.
Chapter 5
A few days before, I had contacted the real estate agent that had my budding and had rented the adjoining suite of offices, making a total of seven rooms that I now occupied, all connected through both connecting doors and the hallway. I had furnished them with studio couches so they made into beds, and was all set to expand the operation that was going so smoothly.
I had set a sliding scale of prices for my counseling sessions: horny old men paid fifty bucks an hour, oversexed women paid forty an hour for young boys, and the parents of the kids, who furnished entertainment, paid me twenty-five dollars a trip. Things were turning up roses. And greenbacks, my favorite flowers. Glancing at my schedule book, I saw that Sally and Alice were booked for nine with young Tony and Bill for partners, and at ten I had a new woman, Shirley Wilkerson, down for a preliminary interview. At eleven the sheriff was bringing one of his friends, a very discreet one, he reassured me, and I had penciled in Betty and Linda for them. I felt that little Lucy should have another couple days of rest after such a wild trip on her cherry-popping orgy.
The afternoon was really swamped – four young boys, sent by their folks for evaluation and possible counseling, a call from Bob Cook, the druggist, "to sort of talk some things over, Doc," he'd said, and appointments for two women – both of them married, incidentally. Harold Wilson's wife, and Mrs. James Fieser, the sheriff's spouse. I was wondering, with a small foreboding, what the hell they'd want, when my lobby bell rang.