"Welcome to your first orgasm, Lucy darling," I told her as I lay back and caught my breath. Her panting, heaving chest, its mountains rising and falling rapidly and rhythmically, and her eyeballs rolling back up nearly out of sight, told how good it had been for her.
"Jesus," she whispered, "that was heaven, really truly heaven. I never felt anything in my life that tickled that much. And all over – it felt like my entire body was melting and on fire and exploding. I'm not sure I can take that very much."
"Honey," I told her, "we haven't even really started yet. That was only a sample, a very brief sample. Now you know why your sister loves her sex so much."
"God, yes. I'd always thought that… well, I guess I figured it was good, and lots of fun, but I thought that she was exaggerating. Sort of conning me into trying it. I didn't realize that even with all she explained to me, that she only barely described the feeling. I guess I couldn't describe it either, Doc – my vocabulary just isn't great enough to tell exactly how wonderful it is." She glanced around. "Hey! Look at them."
I looked back over my shoulder at the other two couples busily engaged across the room. Up till now I had been oblivious to them, lost in the thrilling rapture of loving the precious tiny, new snatch of my adorable little Lucy.
I smiled at the happy scene I now viewed. Apparently they'd all had one good fuck while Lucy and I were busy with each other, and now they had formed a quadrangular daisy chain. They looked like a human swastika on the rug: Harold was eating Betty's cunt, Betty was going down on Jim's cock, while Jim was avidly licking on young Linda's pussy while she was gulping and nibbling on Harold's prick. The slurping and bobbing of heads and the happy whimpers and moans formed a semi-musical background for their humping, writhing bodies. I could see that it was just a matter of moments till somebody, or everybody, blew their load, so I just lay there petting Lucy's fabulously firm and huge breasts, while she in turn idly rubbed and massaged my erect cock. We were just relaxing before I introduced her to the next happy phase of her sex education.
As I watched the foursome, and petted with Lucy, my mind wandered back over the many, many young girls I'd had in the last twenty years. Two disastrous marriages along with hundreds of marital counseling sessions with wives had convinced me that the average woman, as soon as she gets a ring on her finger, tries to figure some way to transplant that ring into the husband's nose. Then she stops taking care of herself personally, then she starts rationing sex. You've heard them all, the usual alibis: it's too hot, it's too cold; it's too early, it's too late; the kids are asleep, we'll wake them, or the kids are awake, they'll hear us. Christ, it soon turns a man off. The old Knight in Shining Armor days are gone, the hero you were on your wedding day turns into a meal ticket-procuring heel, and the desire ebbs rapidly. Every man wants to be a hero – the old male ego asserting itself, so you start picking up young chicks – you're their first love affair, so you're nine feet tall in their eyes, and it's great. Or maybe some dumb kid broke them in, and they've heard or read enough to know that a man is better than a boy, so they fall right into your arms whenever you shake that teenage tree.
I've never, ever, had the least difficulty in filling up a woman's cunt – my tool could take care of Shetland Pony mare. But the snug, firm tight gripping of a young teenage cunt has got to be the greatest thrill on earth. The adoring look in their eyes as they look up at you as if you were God – and you are: you opened the gates to Paradise for them, didn't you? – and their youth and enthusiasm make up for whatever technical skill they might lack. Hell, they learn fast, and you catch them young, you can break them in right, the way you like it. No more sloppy-hipped, pendulous-breasted, half-drunk women, who think they're doing you a big favor by letting you inside their sloppy, no-sides-or-bottom cunt for ten minutes. Not for me. And I've found that most grown men agree with me; and with Plato, who said that the only two true aphrodisiacs are youth and variety. The old philosophers learned it centuries ago, hence the harems of the sultans and sheiks, and the countless scandals that have scorched the history of royalty in the intervening eons.
Virgins I don't particularly seek out. With a cock my size, it takes a helluva lot of careful doing to keep from killing the whole action, but on occasion they are irresistible. And I had a double handful of delicious cooperative virgin now that could stand a lot of working on. I returned to the ecstatic task, and let the foursome on the floor handle – and mouth – their own problem.
"Rested enough, Lucy angel?" I asked, tweaking her small pink nipple.
"Ooooooh, yes. Doesn't yours ever get soft and limp?" she asked, "I always heard that after a boy, a man I mean, was through, that it shrunk all up. Or was Linda just fooling me?"
"No," I laughed. "Generally speaking, you're right. But it depends a lot on the man, and even more on his girl. If she's inspiration enough, and you sure as hell are, Lucy, a fellow can last a long time. Always ready and willing and eager."
"Linda said you had a big one, and I believe it. Look, Doc, with both hands on it like a ball-bat, there's still about four inches sticking up over. How would a girl ever take care of all that?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I kidded her. "Lesson number two is about to begin. Right now. You just keep both of your tiny fists around it like you have them, and then you'll find that your mouth will just about fit over the rest of it. You know how good it was when I was eating you up?" She nodded, smiling. "Well, I had as much enjoyment as you did. Now we switch roles. You're going to make me come by eating me, and I'll bet you learn to like it, too. Go ahead," I told her.
She lowered her head over the glistening head of my shaft, then spread her dainty mouth wide to get the glans inside her little lips. She was practically having to yawn to cover the head of it, and I didn't want to rush her – she should become accustomed to the size of it for a minute first. Her hot breath and the warmth of her inner cheeks and the moisture of her little tongue on the head of my cock started it throbbing and pulsing. It was all I could do to sit still.
"Now," I told her, "just lick your tongue around the head of it slowly, especially on the underside where it's the most sensitive. Yes, that's right, oh, honey, that's good, keep it up. And all the time your mouth is working, you can move your hands up and down on the shaft. Mmmmm, hmmmmm. Yes. Fine, real fine, Lucy. Now move your head up and down slowly, and each time you go down, take another inch into your mouth. Not too far all at once, or you'll gag. Breath through your nose – you're holding your breath, and you can't hold it as long as you're going to be sucking, so breathe slow and deep through your nose, and you won't have a bit of trouble," I told her.
She was following instructions to the letter and, God Almighty, but it was passionate and wonderful. I knew I couldn't hold out very much longer, the way her huge tits were bouncing against me, and admiring the bell-curve of her tiny waistline that melted into a most exciting pair of buttocks, and the snug young mouth massaging my cock so sensuously. I mentally flipped a coin and then decided. I put my hands over her ears firmly and raised her head back up so that only the head of my cock was in her mouth. She stopped her up and down motion of her blonde head when I told her, and I could feel the pulsing surge of my load rushing from my crotch toward the hot wet mouth that tickled and sucked it relentlessly outward. I braced myself, then came, and felt her head jar as the power of the load of sperm shot to the back of her mouth. She followed my instructions to swallow it and keep sucking and swallowing, and as the waves of come lessened, her breathing resumed evenly. I could see a few drops of white that leaked out around her smiling lips, and as I withdrew my staff from her face, she licked them up, for all the world like a cat finishing a saucer of cream. She looked up at me adoringly.