"Wow! When you come, you come, Doc. Like to have blowed my tonsils out. Hey, that was fun, just like you said."
"How'd it taste, honey?" I asked her.
"Delicious. Sort of like warm, melted vanilla ice cream, with just a little too much salt in it. But good. I think if you'd have asked me ahead of time, I wouldn't have wanted to swallow it at all, but now that I know what it's like, I want more," she said.
"And more you shall have, my hungry little princess. But we have other things to do first, little one." I stood up and faced the quartet across the room. "We're going to take a break now. We need a highball and about five minutes rest. Okay?" I asked. They all agreed.
The men and I gathered on one side of the room, sipping whiskey, while the three girls sat on the sofa across, gossiping and chattering. Their main interest seemed to center on whether Lucy was actually having a good time, and I was flattered by occasional snatches of snatch conversation that reached our ears. Very complimentary of old Doc's talents and techniques. We men agreed that I'd set the pace – they were both tickled to death just to get some young cunt and participate in whatever I came up with. Sheriff Jim Fieser couldn't praise me and my setup enough. I knew then that as long as I kept him supplied with tender teenage pussy, that the whole operation was safe from everything except possibly the FBI and the CIA. I'd worry about them later.
"Okay, kiddies, recess is over. Gather around the old teacher now," I joked. They encircled me, and I outlined the program. When I asked if everybody was happy, they indicated that they were all satisfied with their respective partners: Jim and Linda, Harold and Betty. Fine. Now we could go ahead. I explained that, as they knew, we were breaking Lucy in, so things would have to be worked around that premise at first. But anything they each took a notion to do (with their partner's agreement,) they were free to do. I suggested that we play follow-the-leader, and I was to be first leader. They acquiesced, and I led Lucy over to the sofa, the other two couples heading for the desk and the other lounge, positioning themselves so that the men could see me and follow my lead.
I lay Lucy back on the divan and had her hold her fine young legs up and back, pushing her tender twat up toward my face. She peered at me over her mashed mountains of breasts and watched me as I gently and slowly licked the hot pink slit of her tiny cunt. The few hairs around it were still moist from our earlier session, and the "muskiness" that arose from her crease aroused me to throbbing heights.
My finger probed into the slick interior, and at about the second knuckle, met firm resistance. I bumped gently against it, feeling its rubbery tautness, and only hoped she wouldn't bleed too much. I probed and searched until I found the natural opening – very seldom is the hymen completely across the vaginal walls – and slowly wedged my fingertip into it. During the intermission, while we were having our highballs, I had soaked two fingers in an anesthetic, and I was massaging this into the walls of her cunt and across the face of the hymen. I diddled around this way for a full two minutes, to let the deadening effect set in, then gradually pried the flap of skin away from the walls of her pussy. Only a brief and momentary tightening of her thigh muscles and an abrupt intake of her breath indicated that any pain at all had registered, I rested, then inserted both fingers gently up into her cunt, my thumb meanwhile tenderly rubbing the clit that stood shining at the entrance to her diminutive snatch. The pleasurable sensations she felt from that more than overcame the miniscule pain of her ruptured cherry. The two fingers soon had made their way clear in to the knuckles of the back of my hand, and my soothing instructions to relax and don't worry had reassured her. She was aware, from schoolgirl gossip, that losing one's cherry was painful, but I was sure as hell going to see that it was done far more beautifully than the average sophomore does it on the back seat of a hotrod.
"Now, Lucy darling, just relax. If it hurts a bit at any time, just say so, and we'll stop and rest. In fact, I doubt if you'll get over half of it in the first week or so. But we've got lots of time, angel, and I want you to learn to love it, like Linda does," I said.
From playing with her, her juices were flowing, and the passionate pink portals of Paradise were slick with her fluids, so I knelt up close and placed the bulbous head of my tumescent cock between the tiny lips I had spread with my fingers. The wee mouth of her teenage snatch was filled with my glans, and I pushed exactly one inch, no more, then stopped and rested.
She smiled, and said, "I can feel the heat of it all over the inside of me, Doc, give me some more. I can take it. You didn't hurt me, honest. I know you'll be careful – Linda told me how gentle you were with her and, so far, today has just been perfect. Go ahead, Doc honey, fuck me a little more, it's good."
She thrust her young pelvis up toward my cock, and I tenderly slid another inch in. I could feel the tightening of her inner thigh muscles, and knew she must be feeling some pain. I watched her eyes as yet another inch crammed itself into her tiny cunt, and the gripping strength of her inner vaginal walls massaging my cock made it almost impossible to keep from coming. I rested. I could feel her relax and she looked down at her crotch.
"My God, is there still that much to go? It feels as if my guts are crammed full of cock now, Doc. And are you sure you didn't split me? It felt like it there one time. It feels like a telephone pole up in there, but it feels so warm and big and loving, I know we are really gonna have a good time when I get used to it. So go ahead. If I stop, you'll stop, won't you?" she asked.
I reassured her that we'd take plenty of time all the way, and then I withdrew an inch or so and felt her relax, whereupon I pushed rather briskly, and could almost feel the skin peel off my cock from the tight friction of her twelve-year-old virginal cunt as its sides clung protestingly against the additional five inches of penetration. Her sharp intake of breath made me halt my entry into the tiny, cozy cave, and then I withdrew all but the head and slid it back in to where it had been the farthest. After about half a dozen of these half strokes she was smiling, and I knew that between her natural horniness and the flood of lubrication that her eager cunt had released, and the slight numbing of the anesthetic I'd used, that she was getting to love it. Her words reassured my convictions on that point.
"Ooooohhhhh, that's good, lover, so good. Give me a little more, just a little – I can take it. Yes, yes, yes, I love it, Doc, OH! No, it didn't hurt too much, go ahead, I want it all, all, all of that big wonderful tool in me. Yes, there, oh, God, Doc, this is heaven."
I began pushing it further and further in with each stroke, until soon all but an inch or so of my huge dick was disappearing into her tiny crevice with each thrust. One hand was manipulating her breast, bouncing its fullness and tweaking the upthrust nipple, and with the other hand I was thumbing her clitoris with each withdrawal stroke. On the in strokes, the tightness of her little cunt pulled her pink shiny clit inside out of sight as my shaft rubbed it vigorously its full length, and her soft happy sighs at its tickling sensation were building hotter and hotter and hotter fires within me. The continuing thoughts as I gazed at her slim-waisted body containing all of my manly sex, and the jiggling bounteous breasts that limned my horizon, her happy, thrusting, childlike face that was smiling and starry-eyed – these all made me feel like a sexy God, viewing a heaven of my own making. This is what a man wants and needs and loves.