"Doc," said Betty, "how about you mounting me and really ramming it in? God, I need a really healthy, total fuck. I've been doing too much watching and helping, and not getting enough up in me to satisfy me. C'mon, big boy, ride the hell out of me just once. I'll bet I can take all you've got and more. I'll have you beg-gin' for more and beggin' for mercy, all in the same breath," she taunted me.
I was delighted to accept the little girl's challenge and we moved to the bed. Sue rolled over to the far side and we lay down and embraced. The soft warmth of her young body and the thought of penetrating and loving her tender teenage body soon had me aroused, and as we lay there kissing and caressing, with her hands manipulating my responsive tool, my fingers found her hotly wet pussy and she spread her beautiful thighs and tugged me over upon her.
Her hands avidly rubbed the enormous head of my cock against the damp pink slit opening of her snug cunt, and then her hips thrust up against me. I could feel the wonderfully tight gripping of her vaginal walls as inch after inch of meat rammed into her. Each different time I loved a young girl, the thrill was the same upon entering her, and I gazed raptly down at the combination of surprise, shock, pain and ecstasy that played across her face as she took my shaft inside her hot little gut.
"Damn, Doc, I'd forgotten, I guess, how huge you are. Lor-dee! That feels like I'm splittin' wide open, but it feels so hot and good up in there. Don't stop, hell, I love it. There, yeah, that's better. Ooooohhh, yes, that's good, more, now, a little more, yeah, keep it up, lover."
Her head was rolling back and forth in time to the writhing of her hips, and her big young tits jiggled entrancingly as she wiggled beneath the spearing of my long, stiff cock. I slid it further and further in at her begging, and saw her eyes open wide and her chest heave with a great deep breath as my tool finally disappeared completely up against her womb mouth. I left it there, in to the hilt, and with my right hand I pressed down on her tenderly flat belly muscles and began to rotate my hand directly over where my cock was filling her. With my left hand I sought, found, and started to pinch gently on her protruding clit. The response was immediate and electrifying.
"Keee-rist! I'm gonna explode, boss! Oh, no more, I can't take it! Don't stop, please. Oh, yes, yes, yes, but no more, Doc, I'm going crazy. Please, please, you are drivin' me out of my mind, oh-God-oh-God-oh-God that's good, good, good! Oh, Christ, Doc, stop. Please. Stop." She suddenly slumped and her eyes shut. I let up on the extraneous ministrations and slowly and tenderly slid my cock out until only the head remained between her pink moist lips. Then slowly and steadily into the hilt again. On the second stroke, a smile crossed her face and her eyes opened, looking up at me so adoringly and worshipfully that I knew she was all right and merely getting the full charge of ecstasy and exquisite bliss that comes from experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, each one faster and bigger than the last, until the ultimate was reached, and she had nearly passed out from joy.
Leaving it clear in, although it was getting softer since I had come, too, just as she climbed that highest mountain, I let my hands trace gently all over her thighs and belly, across her breasts and nipples, and knew that the tender, warm touch, with the filling love and inside feelings, would make her happy and contented.
"Oh, Doc, that was wonderful. Sooooo perfect. As great as any time ever for me. God, I needed you, and what you do to me, you wonderful dirty old man. Christ, if I had that kind of action once a day, I'd be happy for life. Just leave it in a little while longer, Doc," she said, and began snapping her pussy muscles and milking my cock for every last drop of come. The only thing wrong was that that snapping action would soon arouse the hell out of me, and we'd be right back where we had started. And I had work to do, dammit. Others to take care of. I slowly dismounted from off Betty and playfully slapped her beautiful bouncy butt.
"You'd better get dressed, babydoll," I told her. "I can't stay here all day, much as I'd love to. And you, too, Susan. I just wanted to give you a sample today of how pleasant sex can be. You won't be losing your cherry today. How about tomorrow? We'll get together again, and I'll teach you what fucking is like. How come your boyfriend never scored?" I asked her.
"Who, Paul?" she replied. "He's just not aggressive enough, I guess. He never pushed me. Or he's probably scared of Dad – everyone thinks old Sheriff Jim is the meanest guy in town. But he isn't – he's always gentle and good with me – not like a stepfather at all," Sue said.
"Little child, whether you know it or not, Jim has actually been courting you. He doesn't even know it himself, really, but he's in love with you – or your body, or what you stand for, to be precise. He'd give his right arm and left nut to make love to you, but moral inhibitions and stupid early training have kept him in control so far." A sudden thought hit me. "Is your Paul a slim, blond boy that's a good friend of Tony's?"
She nodded. "Yes, do you know him? He was with Tony this morning. Why?" Sue asked.
"Nothing. How do you feel about your stepfather?" I asked her, "C'mon, be totally honest with me."
"He's wonderful," she replied. "Like I said, he's always so gentle and good to me. And he's a helluva man, you know, in the sex department. I've seen him a couple times when he didn't know it, and he's got a cock about like yours, Doc. Really, he's the grooviest stepdad a girl could ask for. Why?"
"Just an idea," I told her. "Why don't you kids come back at one-thirty tomorrow afternoon? We can have a nice session and we'll teach you what all the rest of sex is about, Susan," I told them.
They both agreed enthusiastically, and then dressed and left. I sat at my desk making phone calls the rest of the day, lining up tomorrow's schedule. I had determined to make the next afternoon a red-letter day that this whole damned town would always remember. By four o'clock I was done, and went home to get well rested for the morrow.
CHAPTER SIX
As Betty, Linda, Lucy, Susan and Cissy appeared at my office, I assigned each of them a different room of my suite, and a quarter-hour later when Agnes, Shirley, Alice, Dottie and Sally entered, they filled each of my remaining offices.
At two p.m. sharp, in came Harold Wilson, Sheriff Jim, along with Stone, Richardson, and Bob Cook. Giving them the rooms of Lucy, Susan, Linda, Cissy, and Betty, I had all of them except Sheriff Jim go ahead on down the hall to their respective partners. As they trooped happily toward their horizontal conquests, the door again opened and Tony, Bill, Paul, Tom, and Dan entered and were assigned to the older women's rooms.
I motioned Jim Fieser to a seat, poured us each a highball, and brought up what was on my mind.
"I'll be very frank, Jim. I like you, know that we trust each other, and we have the same hobbies and goals, obviously. Now I want you to trust me implicitly. One hundred percent, right down the line. I know what I'm doing, and this is a little outside of the regular sex club routine, but it's for the best, and I speak as a doctor and a psychiatrist when I want you to do exactly as I'll instruct you."
"Sure, Doc," the sheriff said. "Whatever you say, old buddy, you know that."
"All right. Now, I have a girl that's a virgin, in Room Seven, and it's all yours. Yeah, I know, you've got a helluva lot of meat for a virgin to take, but believe me, it's best this way. I just want you to be patient and very, very slow, and gentle as hell. Agreed?" I asked. "Yeah. Hey, that's great. Who is it, Doc, anyone I know?" I could see him running over all the possibilities in the town.
"Why, yes, Jim, it just happens to be someone you know. Pretty well. It's Susan. Mmmm, hmmm, your stepdaughter," I studied his reaction, "Whoa, now, Jim – don't say it. Think it over. She was in here. I left her a virgin, because this kid is really hung up on you. Worships you. Both as a father and as a man. As a public officer. As a good provider. Every way that a girl or a woman looks at a man, she is positive that you are the greatest. Okay, prove it. Be the most perfect lover. I know you want her – you've said so. And I know that it is a lot more than just a piece of young tail. I can tell that by the way you've raised her, and treated her. You've been her lover – in your mind, in your dreams, in your fantasies – for a long time. She's the ideal girl, in your brain. Admit it – isn't that correct?" I was pressing him now.