I greeted Alice and Sally, and they introduced me to two other women that had accompanied them, Pauline and Matilda Sorenson. Pauline was the typing teacher at the high school, and Matilda was her old-maid sister. Alice roomed at the apartment house they owned and ran, and they had confided in her to the extent that Alice had brought them along in hopes that I could fix them up, too. I sent them all back into an office and said I'd see what I could do.
Tony and Bill came in shortly, hot with anticipation. They had in tow a flat-chested girl in Levis.
"The folks went away for the weekend, Doc, and Cissy has to stay where I can watch her. I couldn't get rid of her, honest. She follows me everywhere. I told her she'd have to sit in the lobby and read magazines while we had counseling, but that didn't faze her. So give her something to read, Doc, and we can begin." He was grinning at the thought of the. delights he'd have while his baby sister was bored to death. I sent Bill down the hall to where the four women were, and then talked to Tony in. the hall where no one could_ hear us.
"You two have hit the jackpot today, Tony. There are four women waiting in there right now. Can you think of another boy who likes a grown woman? Someone you can trust? There's an acre of tits in there that needs taking care of, and just the two of you, you and Bill, would die – happily, I have no doubt-trying to satisfy all four of them."
"Sure, Doc. Hell, I can get a couple guys in five minutes. Guys we can trust – they were in the club," he said.
"Swell. Go out the back door, across the parking lot, and come back in the same way. That way, you kid sister'll never know," I told him. He was off at a gallop.
I returned to my desk in the lobby and smiled at Cissy. "What would you like to read?" I asked the kid.
"I doubt very much if you have anything to appeal to me," the little girl replied. "I've always been quite precocious and I just read specialized things, something that I can learn from. None of those trashy women's magazines or that silly junk."
"How old are you, Cissy?" I figured ten, maybe eleven, judging from her as-yet-undeveloped body.
"Nineteen. Or I will be, in a few months. And I'm in the same grade Tony is – I skipped a couple of grades." She hesitated, then looked me right in the eye. "I know what they're all doing in there, Doc."
I stared 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 than both of those dumb boys put together. Even if I am a virgin," she stated defiantly.
"Wow! Well, young lady, without conceding your guess of what's going on in there, may I ask where you got all of those ideas?" I asked her.
She tossed her long blond hair back from her face. "Easy, Doc. I eavesdrop. I've got every room at home bugged – wired for sound. Electronics is one of my hobbies. And Tony and Bill were bragging to each other about their last session. So I forced them to let me tag along today. They don't know I know. But I thought it's about time for my 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. Boys bore me, they're so stupid and self-centered. So here I am. Now, what do you intend to do with me?"
Damned good question, I thought to thyself. I took a deep breath. Hell of a note. "What would you like me to do, you cute little blackmailer?" I rejoined.
"Well, like I said, I'm a virgin, so I 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 sure don't want to get split in half, but maybe I can learn to suck. O.K., Doc? And I might have a surprise for you, although I'll bet you're a hard man to surprise," she said astutely, with a cute smile.
"You are a precocious little devil, Cissy. And I agree – you're far too small yet for intercourse. How big are you – about five feet?" I asked.
"Four feet ten, and I weigh eighty-four pounds," she said. "But let's get started – I want to see if it's half as great as all the books say it is."
I led her down the hall to my own private office and locked the door behind us. She was starting to disrobe as I turned around, and her tiny body looked so delicate and crushable that I began getting aroused as I slid out of my clothing. There was just the trace of breasts beginning to bud, and there was no trace of fuzz or hair on her pink cunt slit. Her flat tummy in front was set off by twin buns behind that sloped firmly into a cute rounded ass that someday should be a truly voluptuous set of buttocks. Right now, they were small and hard.
Cissy stared, fascinated, at my half-erect cock as it swung heavily against my thighs and balls as I went to her and led her to the couch. Her tiny hand groped its way across my lap and seized my tool. Even before it reached its full volume, her little fingers could not begin to contain its trunklike diameter. She leaned against me, pushing her skinny little chest up on mine, and reached around my head and pulled my mouth down.
And what a kiss! I swear, the child had been reading all the right books. Her little pink lips relaxed, went soft, then parted, her head shifted 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 own tongue and we lay there, my passion rousing to the tune of her whimpering moans and writhing, pressing, demanding body that she wriggled so magnificently. By the time we came up for air from the first kiss, my cock was rampant, throbbing with blood and lust.
"See, Doc?" She lay back and smiled up at me as she spoke. "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 the shaft of it avidly, with both hands, and it looked as if a normal-size person were strangling someone's throat. She tugged it up and down a few times, feeling its hardness and reveling in its pulsing, then lowered her head further.
I closed my eyes and lay back to just enjoy it. I knew that I was in good hands, even if she were 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 played lingually up and down the full length of my penis. When she got back to the tip end, she licked her soft lips and stretched wide to place the head inside her mouth. She was so small that even her mouth at fullest width felt like a baby's cunt, and the immersion in warm, clinging wetness nearly blew my mind. I tried to relax a bit. Her hot tongue continued to lave my cockhead for a few moments as she strove to adjust her mouth to its size, and I felt her facial movements as she tried gamely to acclimate the entry of my huge bundle of muscle into her young jaws.
The passion mounted in my crotch as she worked assiduously on my rock-hard cock, and the stream of lust juices kept rising closer and closer to ejection. As I gazed down on her childlike body, slim and boyish in its youth and underdevelopment, I felt the big come bubbling in my loins. I placed my hands firmly upon the back of her bobbing head as it came closer.
My load of sperm shot forth just as she was on the backstroke and her mouth was at the tip end of my, cock. The blast of its pent-up momentum pushed her from contact, and the second wave splashed across her tiny face. With a small cry, she returned to the purple glans, her lips fastening themselves to the flaring rim of the head in time to receive the next jet. I felt it jolting her little head as it poured steadily into her gaping mouth and gulping little throat. She swallowed, gagged, swallowed again, and twin rivers of overflow began coursing out each side of her mouth. Her tongue kept up its warm lapping motion until I lay back, spent.