I watched as she lay back dreamily smiling, her eyes closed, and saw her beautiful body tense, and her hands press her big breasts flat each time she came. Then she sat up.
"Hey," she said. "Look at you, young man – it's bigger and harder than ever. You were so busy working on me you didn't, even know you had a harden. But I knew it's aroused you. Now, that warm up was good for both of us, real great, in fact, but now we're going to settle down to some good old-fashioned lovin'. Okay?" she asked.
Tony grinned, and as she slid further down over the edge of the sofa, he nudged closer to her, so that with him on his knees in front of her, his cock was just level with her opening.
She stroked his cock three or four times up and down her crack to get her lubrication on the head, then she took it and aimed it at her hole, and he pushed slowly but firmly toward her. "I don't know if there's enough here to satisfy you, ma'am," he said.
"For Christ's sake, my name is Sally, not ma'am. And you might be in for a surprise," she told him. (I remembered how almost virginal her cunt had been when I examined her in my office last week).
I heard her sharp intake of breath as Tony's cock slid half way in. He paused. "Did that hurt, Sally? You sure are tight – tighter than the girls we had in the club. What do we do?" he asked.
"Just go slow and easy, darling. I can take it all, but it will have to be very gradually, that's all. Now go ahead, but real carefully, Tony." She relaxed and lay back encouragingly.
The boy leaned over her and I could see his ass slide slowly toward her as he pushed his little five-inch cock into her receptive cunt. When it was clear in, and their pubic mounds were touching, her arms crept around him and they lay tightly joined. I could hear her humming and moaning as tiny-tight twat was filled to its capacity by young kid's cock.
Her hands roved idly and gently down across the small of his back till they reached his ass-cheeks, when she gripped him tightly and slowly began to rotate her pelvis and hips. I knew instinctively that her hot cunt was laving and massaging his tool inside of her, and their mutual cooing and whimpering blended into a thoroughly happy sound. I watched them and could see that Tony was getting awfully close to another come at his thighs and leg muscles tightened and stiffened. Then, as she gave three or four sharp forward bumps with her crotch, he came, and the soft look of ecstasy spread over her face as she felt his warm juice surge into her overheated cunt in spasmodic twitches. As he then slumped, spent, across her body, she gripped him hard and kept his now limp and decreasing cock within her, and I could tell from the jerking and tightening of her inner thigh muscles that her pussy was snapping and milking him for the last tiny drop of his come. The rocking of his head on her breast and the soft moans that came from him told me that this had undoubtedly been the biggest and best come of his entire young life.
They lay quietly in each other's arms on my sofa, and I could imagine their thoughts: Tony, happy in the loving warmth of an older woman who was a mother-substitute, and Sally, delighted to have the fucking she so badly needed, and of a size that her tiny pussy could handle, plus the emotional satisfaction of having her only son replaced by another young boy, but who wasn't taboo incestuously. All things considered, it had been a very therapeutic session for both of them, although they both were primarily after the physical, sexual satisfaction, I was sure. The mental and emotional benefits were merely serendipity for them.
I tiptoed out of my private office, through the lobby, and opened and slammed the front door, to let them think I had just returned, and strode noisily down the hall and tapped twice on their door, then returned to the desk in the lobby, where I was fiddling with some papers and charts when they walked in smiling ten minutes later.
I glanced up at them and told Tony to go on out by himself, reminding him that he had another "counseling session" day after tomorrow.
He grinned. "Yes, sir! I won't forget my appointment." He threw Sally a big grin. "And I'll never forget this one, either, Sally. Thanks a million, I think I love you, Sally."
"Don't ever let your crotch overrule your brain, you handsome little stud," she laughed. "See you Wednesday."
"Doc," Sally said as she lit a cigarette and sat down across the desk from me, "I'll give you a check for a cool million dollars for this afternoon's services, if you'll promise not to try to cash it. I've got $48.12 in the bank."
"But seriously, Doc, I'm really indebted to you for knowing what I needed and handling it all so smooth. It was ideal. I just really dig young boys, and men always hurt me – always have. And what the hell could I do, all cooped up in this lousy small town? But this arrangement is perfect. It's heaven!"
"I do have one small favor to ask of you, though, if it isn't too much. Alice Springs, the librarian, had told me several times when we'd have highballs together at my house, how she handled her problem. She'd go into Des Moines at every possible time when there were state finals of basketball tournaments, or track meets, and so on, and meet these young athletes on the downtown streets and somehow get them up to her hotel room. Then, after one or two quick drinks, she would, very frankly, almost rape them."
"She had to take the initiative, of course, because high school kids are really rather square and bashful, especially with an older woman. She's thirty-six, looks a little younger, but she's got a lush body on her, and it would almost frighten them off until she set the pace. Then it was like all their adolescent fantasies had come true. She said that lots of times she'd have liked to have continued the sex later with a few of them – they became fairly competent, she said – but she didn't dare. She always gave them a phony name and told them she was from Sioux City – two hundred miles from Somerset."
"But anyway, Doc, she loves young stuff, same as me, and I was wondering if you could line her up like you did me. She doesn't even know about today – I promised you I wouldn't tell anyone, and I haven't, but I'd like you to cut her in on the deal if you can. How about it?" she asked.
"I'll see what I can do. Bring her here with you on Wednesday. You'll have Tony, and maybe I can arrange a little happiness for her, too. No promises, but I'll try," I told Sally.
I wrote her out a prescription for birth control pills as she'd be needing them from now on, and she left the office, promising to bring Alice with her two days later.
At one p.m. sharp on Wednesday, Sally Walker entered my office with Alice Springs, a tall, semi-athletic woman with soft features, a quiet manner, and a truly voluptuous chassis. I told them that the boys should be here any minute, and had them go wait in my examination room. I had an appointment with Betty and Linda for one o'clock also, and wanted to be ready to service their delicious and tender, tight and twitchy bodies.
The door chime announced another arrival; and then Tony and Bill, the latter slightly embarrassed, came in. I told them to go on back to the examining room and make themselves at home, that they'd both have enough company to keep them busy, but to keep an eye on the clock, because an hour and a half was all they had. They went down the hall, and I heard the door open and their simultaneous greetings with their women.