"Goddam, that'd wear a girl's jaws out. But, ooohh, that felt good, and all that rich, warm come pouring over my tongue and down my throat. I just love the taste of it, Daddy-O. You damn near blew my tonsils out, but it's so sweet and yummy I never want to quit."
"My turn now, little one," I said as I pushed her gently back onto the couch and knelt in front of her. I spread her firm, white thighs apart and she put her hands under her asscheeks and slid her pink young cunt toward my face. I let my tongue idly wander up and down the tender outside lips a few times, then stopped at the top and nibbled on her clit. She writhed and moaned gently and then she pushed herself further toward me. As I tongued and sucked on her protruding clit some more, I slowly slid a finger, then two fingers, into her snug pussy. By wiggling and rotating my fingers, and continuing with more and more pressure on her sensitive young button, I could feel the responsive shudders through her entire body. I stepped up the pace, and violent tremors racked throughout her as she built rapidly to a passionate peak.
"Stop, stop, I can't take it, you're driving me out of my mind. Oh, no more, no more… no! More! More! Right there, there, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh, God!" Her voice drifted away to a panting silence as her relaxed and expanded cunt bathed my face with hot gushes of love juice. I slowed down and licked tenderly on her pussy and watched her young yet nubile body heave rhythmically as she panted with lust and satisfied ecstasy.
We got dressed again, and I typed up a phony report for her mother. Betty was sitting demurely in the lobby when her mother came to pick her up in answer to my phone call. I talked briefly with her mother and we agreed that Betty would begin her counseling sessions on Monday, this being Saturday. I reassured the lady that the cost would be nominal and implied that only a few sessions would be needed to help young Betty get straightened out emotionally.
I'd had my office in this small Iowa town only a year when word leaked out that about forty junior high and high school kids had formed a sex club and were experimenting.
Police cracked down immediately, and scared them into informing on each other, so they got all the names, but when it turned out that two-thirds of the kids were from businessmen's and school board members' families, the prosecution angle rapidly evaporated. There were three other M.D.s in town, but I was the only licensed psychiatrist, so some of the parents thought I should examine and observe their kids. That was why Betty had come to me, and I had eight other appointments lined up for the coming week. This was my delicacy, because I've always had a big weakness and partiality for tender young cunt – they just don't interest me after they get too old and/or big. But the snug feeling of tight firmness and tender warmth as it slides into a gripping young pussy is a thrill that I'd trade heaven for any time. When I went through analysis I found out why – and it's not abnormal. In fact, it's the usual feeling of any grown man – some just repress it. I don't. And now it looked like I had really lucked out here in Somerset – now I didn't have to drive forty miles to Des Moines to a couple of young call girls I'd been patronizing the past year.
Betty, my first of the sex club patients, had gotten aroused in the few seconds that it took me to examine and probe her, and when I had inserted my finger, exploring for her hymen, she had wiggled and giggled, and a flood of lubrication showed me she was ready and willing, eager and able. I gambled that she liked her fucking, and the gamble had paid off handsomely. I looked forward to our steady "counseling" sessions hungrily.
CHAPTER TWO
My first appointment on Monday morning was with young Tony, a sixteen-year-old boy who had been sent by his father, who owned a drugstore in town. I rapidly took a medical case history on him, then leaned back and started to establish some rapport with him.
"How old were you when you first experienced sex, Tony?"
He averted his eyes and studied the tops of his shoes. It was easy to see that he was going to be a reluctant patient.
"I was twelve the first time I jacked off, Tony," I told him. "Then two years later I laid my first girl. She was nineteen and I was fourteen. And it's generally about that way with all fellows," I said.
"Yeah," he admitted shyly. "Me, too."
After I stressed the fact that anything and everything he told me was in complete confidence, and that not even a court order or a couple of martinis could force me to reveal whatever he told me, he began to open up.
"Okay, Doc. Betty phoned me night before last – Saturday – when my folks were out. We aren't supposed to even talk to each other outside of school, because of the club, y' know, but anyway she said you could be trusted, that you were on the kids' side, not our old folks', so I'll tell you about whatever you want to know, I guess, Doc."
Then the whole story came tumbling out: how three older girls – all high school seniors – had gotten him and his buddy, Bill, to undress and "play husband and wife" one rainy day at one of the girls' homes. The three girls took turns jacking them off and sucking them and then introducing both boys into the intricacies and mysteries of the female pleasure valleys.
One of the girls' sisters had come home – a married woman of twenty-five, and joined in and really showed them some variety and talent, whereupon Tony and Bill soon thought of themselves as real men of the world. They soon coaxed a couple of fourteen-year-old girls to undress and let the boys explore them inside and outside. It developed that the girls were as overjoyed and satisfied as the boys, and each pair invited friends for the next bedroom session, so one day they decided to make a formal club of the group, with an initiation fee and dues. Any new member had to engage in intercourse with the three initiation officers, and this fortunate fucking duty rotated right after each new member was broken in. The boys broke in the girls, and the girls broke in the boys.
The other club rules were: no going steady between members, no screwing or blowing outside of fellow club members, which eliminated any chances of venereal disease, no one had to do any sex act that did not appeal to them (although Tony said that there was very little reluctance – experimentation was the name of the game).
When new officers were elected (they called them "erection" nights) the boys elected the girl officers and vice versa – based upon the eagerness, talent, enthusiasm, endurance, and variety of the sex acts that each candidate was willing to perform. Elections all turned into voluptuous orgies of campaigning as each and every kid strove to impress the others with his or her knowledge.
I asked Tony what he liked best, and he said, "All of it, except the only trouble is that these are all just kids. It was better right at the first, when I got to ball that married woman. Man, she was really something! That's what I want again – a real woman. I've seen my mother undressed, and believe me, I'd rather have a big, full woman than these young chicks."
We chatted a little further, then I dismissed him, reminding him of his scheduled thrice-weekly counseling sessions. "Sure," he said, "I'll be here. You're the first grownup I've found that a guy can talk to. And Betty didn't give me all the details, but she said you are really one helluva man." He grinned. "I'll just guess what that meant."
My next appointment was at four p.m. with Betty, after she finished her high school classes. I had no secretary, as my meager clientele didn't warrant it, so a bell in the office notified me whenever someone entered. It rang at four sharp, and I opened the door between the office and the lobby. Sure enough, there was Betty, but not alone. With her was a girl I took to be in high school, a slim, little, long-haired blonde with a well-developed bust. Betty spoke up first.