She lay down beside him, and he rolled over upon her. She spread her legs and placed her hands beneath her hips to bring her tiny slit up toward his probing cock.
As his hands grasped her hips, she in turn placed a guiding hand on his cock and rubbed it up and down the teeny pink slit opening a few times. It came away glistening with her juicy-slick fluids, and then she fed the head of it into her snug new cunt. His eyes widened at the tightness – probably the best that he'd ever felt – and he pushed gingerly halfway in.
"Oooooops!" she said, with a sharp intake of breath. "Damn, I didn't realize how tender it was up in there. But, no, no, no," she said as Harold started to back off, "just keep it there a second and let me get used to it. It feels good, really it does, Harold. It's just that these muscles have to take it easy, I guess."
"Well, I won't hold off, Lucy," Harold told her. "I'm not too sure that I could anyway, even if I tried. My God, you are tight and snug. And it's wonderful. I haven't touched sides or bottom in the old lady in twenty years," he added with a laugh.
Harold continued with half strokes, then as Lucy kept pushing her twat up toward him on each of his down strokes, he put increasingly more and more in her until his whole cock was stuffed in her and their pubes butted with each other on each rhythm. Her face was contorted with pain and happiness in each stroke, and her happy moans and smile told us all that she was really enjoying the second fuck of her life.
As I remembered the hot tightness of her virginal pussy, and with Betty's tender help, my cock again was rising to the occasion, so I shifted around till I was behind her, and we lay on the carpet watching Harold and Lucy ball. She reached back, buttered my shaft in her cunt fluids, and I nudged forward to slip it in her young cunt from the back. She sucked her belly and diaphragm in and pushed her abdomen heavily, I could feel her hand motion through her belly, and she could feel my shaft penetrating wombward with each stroke. The velvety walls of her tight pussy were stimulating my cock with each long, slow, easy stroke, and the snugness of her eager cunt, and the firmness of her young upthrust breasts that filled my hands, soon brought on another ejaculation that surged up into her already slick and steamy twat. She lay there, a silly half smile on her face as she felt my sperm come pulsing up into the furthest reaches of her tiny snatch.
"Ooooooohhhhh, that was good, Doc. A quiet quickie. That's a change and a switch, but you sure know what a girl likes. I wish the lava around this hick town knew a tenth as much as you men," she said.
I saw Linda using both hands to jack off Jim's gigantic organ as he idly fingered her tits and cunt, and then she suddenly bent her head, still holding his tool with both hands, and gulp his load as it surged forth from his throbbing cock. Her hips writhed and wiggled under his hand as she, too, came simultaneously with his hot wet load that pounded into her sucking, gulping mouth as fast as she could swallow it.
I turned back to watch Harold finish with Lucy, and her happiest day was completed with his cock lying in to the hilt as she whimpered and moaned ecstatically during their mutual come. They were completely satisfied.
I glanced at the wall clock in the office, and mentioned that it was about time to break up the party, and we all agreed reluctantly. I had the girls get dressed and leave first, while the men and I had a highball to kill a few moments and compare notes so that everyone didn't go out at the same second, which would be too suspicious.
"Well, Sheriff, how do you like our setup?" I asked. "I figure we each violated about a hundred and three felony statutes today. Is that close?"
"Mmmm, hmmmm – just about. And every Goddam crime was beautiful, fantastic, desirable, and will definitely be done again," he laughed. He swirled his drink. "You know, Doc, you're probably the best thing that ever happened to this damned town."
"There might be people that would disagree with you," I told him.
"Hell, there's people that would disagree with you if you tried to give 'em a million bucks," he averred. "But anyone that says this is bad is crazy. 'Course, we can't let it get out, we're all aware of that. But I know a couple of other jokers – Richardson the undertaker, and Larson, that runs the general store – they dig young cunt. This I know. And they'd keep their mouths shut, Doc, if you'd care to let them in on a good thing," the sheriff said.
"We'll see," I told him. "Meanwhile, what's with this stepdaughter of yours, Jim?"
"Aw, shit, she's rebelling against her mother, and comes to me with all her petty problems, and like the twins said, she's interested in sex, but not gettin' any, and I don't know. Do you think we ought to deal her in?" he asked. "I'd sure as hell like to break her in. She's got a body and a half. But if my wife ever found out – sheee-it! She's kill me. And you. And half the town," the sheriff said.
"Well, frankly, if anyone, anytime, anywhere, ever finds out any of this, we're all dead," I reminded him. "So if you want things to develop, we night be able to help them along," I told him. "I'll kick it around in the near future. Incidentally, I still have about eight girls and five young boys that were in the sex club to interview. Their parents have already set up appointments. So don't worry about a fresh supply of young cunt for the immediate future, men." I lifted my drink. "Here's to delicious young pussy – may we never run out." We all three drank solemnly to that serious and sincere toast, then Jim and Harold left. I locked up the office and headed out for dinner. I had another busy day tomorrow.
CHAPTER FIVE
A few days before, I had contacted the real estate agent who handled my office building, and had secured the adjoining suite of offices, making a total of seven rooms I now had, including my lobby-outer office.
I had surreptitiously furnished them with studio couches that made into beds, and was all set to expand the operation I had going so well.
I had set a sliding scale of prices for my "counseling sessions": horny men paid fifty dollars an hour, oversexed women who needed a young man paid twenty an hour, and the parents of the kids paid twenty a session. Things were turning up roses – and greenbacks, one of my favorite flowers.
I glanced at my schedule book, and saw that Sally Walker and Alice Springs were booked in at 9:00 a.m., with young Tony and Bill for partners, and at 10:00 I had a new woman, Shirley Wilkerson, scheduled for a preliminary interview. At 11:00 a.m., the sheriff was bringing one of his friends, a very discreet one, he promised, and I had penciled in Betty and Linda for them. I felt that little Lucy should have another couple days rest after such a wild orgy on her first cherry-popping trip.
In the afternoon, I was really swamped – four young boys, sent by their parents for evaluation and possible counseling, a call from Bob Cook, the druggist, "to just sort of talk things over, Doc," and appointments for two married women: Harold Wilson's wife and Sheriff Jim Fieser's spouse. I was wondering what the hell they wanted when my lobby chime rang.
I walked out to the office and there was Sally, Alice and two other women, who were introduced to me as Pauline and Matilda Sorenson. Pauline was the typing teacher at the high school, and Matilda ("Call me Tillie, Doc," she simpered) was her old maid sister. Alice roomed at the apartment house they had, and they had confided in her to the extent that Alice had brought them along in hopes I could fix them up, too. I sent them all back into an office-bedroom, and said I'd see what I could do. In a few minutes, Tony and Bill came in, hot with anticipation. They had in tow a diminutive, flat-chested girl in Levi's.