I felt her head jar with the impact of the intense stream of hot jism that jetted from me into her mouth. "Suck it, honey, suck it hard," I ordered her. "Swallow it, gulp it down fast, all of it!"
I could feel the frantic motions of her throat and lips and cheeks and tongue fighting to contain the liquid torrent that poured forth. White rivulets of my seed seeped from her cram-packed mouth and trickled down across her lips and chin, but her convulsive throat muscles got ninety percent of it inside her, and as the river of love juice abated, her breathing resumed to a more even rhythm. I slowly withdrew my cock from her face and looked down at her love-filled eyes that gleamed up at me.
"Lick it all off, honey," I commanded her. "That precious stuff is all yours, that's your lunch for today. Lap it up and taste my sperm, get every drop of it off, angel. Never leave a session messy."
She applied her lips and tongue assiduously, and I could tell that with very little practice I'd have an expert cocksucker in my new stable.
"Wow! When you come, you come, Doc! Hey, that was fun, just like you said it'd be. Was I O.K., Doc? Was it good for you?"
"You were just wonderful, baby."
"Boy, it was delicious," she went on. "I think if someone had asked me ahead of time to take it all, I wouldn't have wanted to swallow it. It seems kinds icky, or something, but I couldn't have stopped for anything, it was so warm and good and, well, I just love you, Doc. I love you, I love what you do to me!" The young girl stared up at me adoringly, total devotion showing in every feature.
"Now, Lucy, we're learning about loving, not love," I told her, "although they do overlap sometimes. Good sex is the prime requisite for true love, of course. If the sex is good, a couple can overlook the other's faults, but if the sex is no good for one or both of them, all the other things aren't worth marrying for, no matter how smooth they get along. You just remember that, and you'll have half of life's problems solved," I said.
"God, my jaws ache," the girl said, rubbing the hinges of her mouth and stretching to relieve the unaccustomed ache that naturally accompanied the enormous widening of her mouth. "But I'll do that for you any time, lover," she added.
"And more you shall have, my hungry little princess," I told her gladly. "But we have other things,to do first, my dear." I stood up and faced the group across the room. "We ought to take a break now. We need a highball and ten minutes of rest. O.K. with everyone?" I asked. They all agreed.
The men and I gathered on one side of the room, sipping our whiskey, while the three girls sat on the sofa across from us, laughing and chattering. Their main discussion was centered on whether Lucy was actually enjoying the scene and having a good time, and was flattered by occasional snatches of their talk that reached our ears.
We men agreed that I'd set the pace. They were just happy to get some young available cunt and participate in whatever I decided to come 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 adolescent pussy, that the whole operation was safe from everything except the FBI and the CIA. And I'd worry about them later. Not now.
"O.K., recess is over. Gather around the old teacher now," I joked. They all encircled me, and I outlined the immediate program. When I asked if everybody were happy, they indicated that they were all satisfied with their partners. Fine. Now we could go ahead.
I reminded them that I was breaking Lucy in, so things would have to be worked around that premise at first. But anything that they took a notion to do with their partner's consent, they were free to do. I suggested that we play follow the leader. I'd be the first leader. They agreed, and I led Lucy over to the sofa, the other two couples heading for the desk and the chair, and the other lounge, placing themselves so that the men could see me and follow my lead in the action.
I gently pushed Lucy back upon the divan and had her hold her fine long legs high up and back against her full tits, thus shoving her pink twat close to my leering face. She peeked at me over her bounteous mashed breasts and watched me as I tenderly licked the small hot pink slit of her virgin cunt. The few hairs around it were still damp and slick from our earlier session, and the heady musk that aroused me so thoroughly was rising from her steamy pussy.
My finger probed gently into the slick interior, and at about the second knuckle, met firm resistance. I bumped ever so softly against it, felt its rubbery tautness, and only hoped that she wouldn't bleed too much. I kept up a whispered string of words to soothe her, and I probed and searched until I found the natural opening. Very seldom is the hymen completely closed across the vagina, and I slowly and deftly wedged my fingertip into the miniscule orifice.
During our recess I had gotten my fingers thoroughly soaked in a topical anesthetic, and I. was massaging this painkiller into the walls of her tiny cunt and across the skin of her hymen. I diddled around this way for a full three minutes, to let the deadening effect set in, then I gradually pried the flap of skin away from the walls of her pussy with my fingertip and fingernail. Only a brief and momentary tightening of her thigh muscles and an abrupt intake of her breath indicated that any pain whatsoever had accompanied this partial defloration. I rested, then inserted two fingers softly up into her snug cunt, my thumb meanwhile tenderly rubbing her clitoris that stood shining and wet at the entrance to her diminutive snatch.
The pleasurable sensations that she felt from that more than overcame the small, quick sharp pain of her ruptured hymen. The fingers soon made their way clear into the knuckles at the back of my hand, and my soothing reassurances and instructions to relax calmed her. She was aware, from schoolgirl gossip, that losing one's cherry was painful, but I was sure as hell going to see to it that it was done more kindly and gently than the average sophomore does it on the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie.
From my petting her, juices were flowing, and the door to her vagina was slick with her fluids and a couple of drops of blood that mixed with her gland's releases to form a perfect sliding ramp for my huge cock.
"Now, Lucy, baby, just relax. If it hurts a bit at any time, just say so, and we'll stop and rest. I doubt if you'll get over half of it the first week or so. Don't worry about that – we've lots of time ahead of us, angel, and I want you to learn to love it, like Linda and Betty do."
"Go ahead," she smiled up at me. "I trust you – I know you won't hurt me. And I do love you so much, Doc."
I knelt up close to her tiny slit and placed the bulbous head of my cock between the tender lips I had spread apart with my fingers. I could see that they separated barely an inch, she was so little. It seemed impossible to effect an invasion into this girl's cunt without literally tearing her in half, and I hoped that I had the patience to go slowly enough. But I knew that the female organ will stretch a mile before it rips an inch, if given the opportunity to adjust, so I pressed forward.
As the flared glans of my cock disappeared and was enveloped millimeter by millimeter, I could feel the hot pressure of the lining of her smooth cunt-walls getting greater, so I stopped with one inch – hardly half the head – inside her tight pussy.
She smiled. "I can feel the heat of it all over inside me, Doc. Give me some more. I can take it. I want it! Go ahead, please. You didn't hurt me, honest you didn't. Why'd you stop?" she asked.
She thrust her pelvis up to me with a sudden jab, and another inch slid in, the top rim of the glans disappearing into the excruciatingly tight little hole. I saw her eyes brim with tears, and her chest heaved with a sharp gasp, and I knew that she, too, had felt the hellish width of my tool's knob, rammed through its widest diameter, violating and abusing the gripping strength of her minute entrance. The clinging warmth of her cunt almost blew my mind and my load. I rested, for I could see the pain and hurt look, of fear in her eyes and her furrowed brow as she strove to absorb the punishment that my huge cock inflicted on her willing but incapable cunt. She had wanted it – how she had wanted it! – little knowing of the distending, grinding pain that accompanies the initial intrusion of a hardon as massive as mine.