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The Easy Virgin
CHAPTER ONEThe moment Holly Holliston stepped into my office I felt sure she was the victim of some severe sexual disturbance. As I rose to greet her, her eyes dropped immediately to my trousers and lingered there at crotch level for so long that I felt a flush spread up my neck and into my face. She stuck out a pink, pink tongue and licked her lips-and a small shudder shook her body, causing her magnificent breasts to sway slightly. Then she raised her eyes. They were wide. Ah, what eyes they were ... soft brown, large as quarters and sensuously lidded. The rest of her face, gently caressed and framed by her shoulder-length honey-blonde hair, was very nearly the most exquisite face I had ever seen. It was very nearly classically perfect in its proportions.I was only thirty-one at the time we met. I was being squashed, mired down and damn near castrated in an unhappy marriage. I was reasonably good-looking and really capable of appreciating a genuinely beautiful girl. And this girl was most certainly that."Good afternoon," I said. "I'm Doctor Cordell Masters.""Holly Holliston." She gave me her hand. It was slender and warm and she almost caressed my palm after she clasped it and started to draw her fingers away. Everything about this lovely creature radiated pure sex ... she was dainty and delicate but holdable, as a woman should be, and I could imagine in just the first few seconds of our meeting that every man who saw her immediately envisioned himself in the sack with her.I indicated the green leather chair beside my desk. "Won't you please sit down, Miss Holliston, and tell me your problem."She sat down quite primly, keeping her knees close together and tucking the hem of her short skirt around her thighs as she stretched out long silken-clad legs and crossed them at the ankle. I swallowed hard. She wasted no time telling me the nature of her problem."I suck cocks-lots of them-and I love it," she said defiantly. For a moment she didn't even bat an eye, her gaze remaining locked rigidly, even boldly, on mine in a challenge.Her flat statement would have knocked me on my ass if I hadn't already been sitting down. It takes a helluva lot to startle a practicing psychiatrist but this was a helluva lot! I had decided after nearly four years of listening to neurotics and psychotics of every age, shape and form that I had "heard everything" as the saying goes-but I hadn't ever before heard so young, beautiful and incredibly sensuous a girl say so bluntly "I suck cocks-lots of them-and I love it." I cleared my throat as if to speak but realized immediately that I had absolutely nothing to say. I looked away to collect my thoughts and when I looked back I was astonished to see that her face had crumpled and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was biting her lips and twisting a handkerchief with her fingers."Oh, Doctor, did I shock you?" she whispered. Her eyes wavered away from mine and a small tremor shook her body. "I'm so miserable I don't know what to do. I've thought about killing myself a million times but I'm too much of a coward to carry it through. I meant it when I said I love to suck cocks, but after it's over I'm so ashamed that I can hardly stand to be in the same room with myself.""How-uh-how old are you, Miss Holliston?" It was a frail beginning indeed, but it effectively-if only for the moment-changed the subject. I held my pencil at rigid attention above my yellow pad, doing my best to appear business-like so she wouldn't know that my mind was licking at the delicious thought of Miss Holliston sucking my cock."Nineteen. Three days ago." She seemed to regain control of herself.Looking at her sweet, innocent face, I wondered if she was just toying with me, playing some weird neurotic's game perhaps, or maybe involved in a strange initiation ritual in an effort to get accepted into one of the sorority houses at the local college campus. What she had said didn't relate at all to the way she looked. Kids could pull some pretty wild things these days, no doubt about that. Maybe she was just a good actress or maybe part of the initiation was to do-what?-embarrass a psychiatrist? Or maybe just buffalo one? Hmmm, I thought. That just could be it. Only one way to find out. It wasn't a very professional idea, I must confess, but I thought she was putting me on and there was only one fast way to find out for sure. I decided on the quickest way to get rid of this little practical joker and get back to work was to throw her a little shock of my own. I rose slowly, quite purposefully unzipped my fly, and stepped in front of her chair. My cock automatically raised its head a little in interest.My shock treatment abruptly backfired. Holly Holliston wiped the last remaining tear stain from her face with the back of one hand as she again ran that pink tongue over her full lips. In one swift movement, she plunged her hand inside my trousers, bringing out my totally unprofessionally interested shaft. I was too stunned by the way my shock treatment had backfired to step away from her. In a movement that seemed like that flowing of water, she slid off the chair and onto her knees, holding my semi-limp prick in her hand as she ran her tongue around the head.Looking back now, I know I tried the shock treatment as a doctor but I reacted like any man. I wasn't at all certain that I wanted to draw away from her as she sucked all of my dangling organ into her mouth and I felt my balls twitch in anticipation. I could feel the smooth wetness of her tongue flashing around the glans and being a reasonably normal and healthy male, I felt my shaft begin to stiffen perceptibly as her lips enclosed my sex more and more completely. Her lips moved silently back and forth on my shaft of muscle and I could feel her teeth, a little painfully, scraping the underside of my cock. Her breath came hot and panting against the cloth of my trousers. Her lips were incredibly warm and soft and the back of her throat bent obediently to greet the blood-hardened head of my shaft.This infant beauty hadn't been kidding. She did like to suck cocks and did one helluva fine job of it, I thought. She sure didn't look unhappy or ashamed now, I noted unclinically.She drew her lips away so they were just resting at the head of my twitching cock. "Oh, Doctor," she breathed. "This is beautiful." Her fingers closed on my now massive erection and she crooned at the ruby head, half-hooded in its foreskin, blunt and powerful-looking even to me. Her small fingers could barely meet the thick circumference but each finger felt as though it was plugged into a wall socket and was the extension of a vibrator.She lowered that honey-blonde head again to pay homage to my maledom and licked the blunt head several times with that delicate pink tongue. I wondered only for a second if the office door was locked or if my nosey new receptionist might come romping in at any second. Holly transferred the male essence of my prong to her taste buds and then made an O of her lips, sliding them back and forth, back and forth with maddening pressure on my rock hard rod.She slipped the huge head between her lips several times and I moaned. Holly appeared to be enraptured with the big prick in her mouth. Her head moved rapidly back and forth as she mouth-fucked me and I felt the pressure building up in my testicles. With a terrible effort-one of pure masochistic pleasure-I put my hands against her head and pushed her away. She stayed on her knees, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open in a tantalizing O."That's enough," I gasped.Holly opened her eyes wide in disbelief. It must have been the first time in her life that a man had ever drawn away from that hot cavern of a mouth and that whirling pink tongue. It was only because I remembered for a split second that I was a doctor with whom she had an appointment that I was able to draw back from such intense pleasure. Holly actually made a grab for my trouser front as I backed off and tried to jam the hard cock into the limited trouser front. It was only with a great deal of difficulty that I managed to get my greatly enlarged organ back inside my pants and pull up the zipper. I could not, however, conceal the giant bulge which betrayed the effect she had had on me in the brief moment when her lips and tongue-and my own astonishment and pleasure-had held me a willing prisoner.She sat back in the chair with two expressions mingled on her face. The first was obviously disappointment but I could not be sure of the other. Her mouth was slightly open and her lips were glazed with my body fluids. I watched like a man in a trance as she slowly ran the tip of that talented pink tongue around the edges, of that lovely hot cavern which just an instant before had held my eager, pulsating shaft."Oh, wow. I've really done it this time. Doctor," she moaned, "I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to automatically open my mouth when I see a prick." She took a shuddering breath. "I just go wild when I see a cock or even think about one. I'd like to have love and sex like other people have it, too, but I only get hot with a cock. I want a man to fuck me-you know, really ram it in my cunt-but I can't stand to even have a man kiss me. It just turns me all off." Then she lowered her head to the arm of the chair. "Oh, why did you do this to me? It was a terrible thing to do," she wailed. "I came to you for HELP!"I immediately felt like a dirty, horny bastard.Holly writhed in her chair, grinding her tiny ass into the green leather. She took a deep breath and then raised her head to look me directly in the eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You've got such a lovely cock," she said holding me with those soft brown eyes. "Let me finish it off-and then we'll both feel better." My unprofessional cock jerked frantically at the delicious invitation. "Let me have it again, Doctor. Please, pretty please." A note of almost child-like pleading came into her voice. "Oh-please?"I sat down hurriedly, and not without a lot of pain as my stiffened prong objected to its sudden confinement and its disappointment at not getting what it had been offered. I picked up the pencil from the yellow pad and tried again, with little success, to act and look-but more importantly-feel like a psychiatrist. My eyes were on the pencil, and I said, "Miss Holliston, I'm sorry. Honestly! I made a bad error in judgment. I really thought this was some college kid sort of a game and I could frighten you out of here by doing what I did.""DON'T be sorry! I told you I love it. But afterwards," she added ruefully, "I hate having done it and I hate myself even more.""Both, may be true." I forced myself to look at her and, again with small success, to forget what had just occurred and, even more, what I had just missed. "But after all, Miss Holliston, I'm a psychiatrist," I said, trying very hard to convince myself at the same time as my cock pulsed against my tight trouser front, "and you obviously came to me for help. I certainly can't help you by contributing to your problem."Holly laughed sharply-and I winced. It seemed obvious to me then that she thought that it would have been a contribution to her cure if I'd allowed her to mouth-fuck me. She thought the hot sperm of a psychiatrist surging down her throat like molten lava would be like the kind of miracle drug a person wants when he has the flu. I felt a tightening in my crotch at the thought. I knew it wouldn't have been a miracle cure for her, as she thought, but it sure would have eliminated a most pressing, immediate problem for the doctor."Now, Miss Holliston," I said crisply. I paused, fascinated by the pencil I held in my hand. It was rising slowly, in the same quarter-inch by quarter-inch measure as my prong twitched against my stomach. I jerked my eyes off the pencil and tried not to think of the pain in my groin. I regarded the girl with what I hoped was a professional air. "Approximately how-long have you had this fellatio fixation?""Huh?""Er-I mean to say, how long have you had this compulsion to-that is-"Holly appeared to be enjoying my discomfort. She was half smiling again. "You mean how long have I been sucking cock?"I swallowed hard. "If you prefer those terms," I said coolly, "yes.""Since I was eighteen." She paused. "Hey! Does what you just said mean that you don't prefer those terms?"My small reserve of control started to fall apart under the gaze of those beautiful brown eyes. "Miss Holliston-""Holly. Call me Holly.""Er-Holly. Yes! Look-Holly-I'm sure we will make a lot faster progress if you let me ask the questions. Especially in these initial stages. All right?" I had tried to sound pleasant and business-like but it just came out sounding kind of nasty.Holly sank back into her chair and said grudgingly, like a displeased but well-disciplined child, "Okay." And she kept that unnerving gaze on me.I gathered myself together, cast a swift "in command" glance in her direction, and pretended to make a few notes. Actually, what I wrote, I discovered after she had left, was "God! that felt good." The "good" was underlined three times."Now, uh, Holly, perhaps we should begin by trying to establish a few things about your sex life in general. Do you really mean you've never had, shall we say, "regular" relations with a man?""You mean fucking?" Her open, level manner of staring at me while speaking was so distracting that I had to look away. She was a strangely fascinating young creature. If only my wife, I thought hungrily, were merely half as interesting...."Yes," I finally managed to say, surrendering a little ground in the process. "Yes, Holly, I mean fucking."Her reaction was most odd. She appeared to draw physically inward, somewhat frightened or revulsed.Holly's eyes, for the first time, drew away from mine. "No," she said finally. "That's why I came to see you." There was a long pause. She looked back at me. "I'm a virgin. Can you beat that, Doctor? A virgin!" She laughed softly but I was certain I could detect pain and bitterness in the laugh. "Don't you think that's funny?" she demanded. "I'm absolutely crazy about stiff cocks ... but only in my mouth. It really drives me wild, feeling a big prick throbbing against my tongue, feeling it shooting off, spurting that hot salty juice into my mouth...." She paused. "But just the thought, the very though t of a cock in my cunt-" She shook her head in genuine revulsion, unable to even talk about something so personally disgusting to her.My penis had grown incredibly rigid and was straining against my trousers as I looked at Holly and thought, unprofessionally, how great it would be to be the first to ram and slide into her moist, hot cunt. But suddenly, as I realized the very nature of this beautiful young girl's problem, my member actually started to wilt. To have sex only as Holly did was a real tragedy."Holly-" I reached over and turned on the tape recorder "you mentioned that your memory of this kind of sex dates back to when you were eighteen. I want you to tell me about it." I could make a diagnosis later from the tape but right now I wanted to feast my eyes on the long legs, small rounded thighs and full lush tits of my lovely patient.* * *"That bitch! That champion bitch," thought Bob Roberts as he turned the key in the door at three in the morning. "She got herself royally wined and dined and all the way home before she begged off with it being 'that time of the month.' I don't get out often enough as it is without having to spend a bundle of money and not even get laid," he muttered to himself.The lights in the house were dim. The last station had gone off the air and the television set was humming. Holly was asleep on the couch, looking soft, lovely, and shapely. She'd been earning babysitting money this summer before starting high school and Mr. Roberts was her favorite employer. He always talked to her and treated her like she was somebody, and he gave her rides home from school and extra money when she sat later than midnight. Sometimes when she'd daydream it would be about Mr. Roberts marrying her when she had grown up, now that his wife had run off with someone else.Bob tiptoed to the bedroom to check on his son and then firmly closed the door as he headed back to the living room and the couch where Holly was fast asleep. He gently rubbed his aching crotch and felt a stir in his loins as he looked at the already well-developing young body. Her long, honey-blonde hair swirled around her face and the thin coverlet framed her tiny hips and rounded breasts."Wow," he noted, "she even smells sweet from here." A natural sweetness-not like the dime store date who had cheated him out of an evening of romping sex. He knelt beside the couch and lightly ran his hand over the coverlet. She didn't stir. Slowly his hand crept under the light cover until it touched her warm leg. The skin was soft and tender and he pinched it just a little. Holly groaned in her sleep and stirred a little. He quickly withdrew his hand. Holly moved a little, raising one knee slightly, letting it fall back against the couch. One arm went above her head, arching one achingly tender breast. Bob felt his prong stiffen with desire and once again his hand went under the cover, slowly, ever so slowly, as he kept his eyes on the face of the sleeping beauty. His hand crept under her dress, and once more she stirred. He waited until she was again deep asleep before continuing his explorations. His fingers finally worked between her legs and he breathed hard as his fingers first made contact with the soft fringe of hair that had crept outside her panties.His prong was stiff now and aching in the confines of his trousers. He took his free hand and, with some difficulty, managed to unzip his fly and reach his jerking penis, letting it out to reach for the dim night air as he sought the dark depths of Holly's love tunnel. His fingers went under the elastic of the silk material until they were in the center of the fleecy triangle of cunt hair. Gently, ever so slowly, he pushed his fingers toward her virginal clit, still watching her face for signs of awakening. He wanted her to wake up eventually but not until he had her well oiled and hot for more petting and his eager prong.He pulled back the cover so he could touch her more fully and gaze at the furry mount of Venus which he would soon claim. With one hand at each side of her panties, he parted the fine hair and ran a tentative finger along the pink slit. His fingers dipped into the honey pot around her clit and his prong jerked violently.The clitoris was tiny and hard; his gentle massaging made it reach upward as though wanting him, he thought. He dipped his face and, holding open the tiny lips, flicked his tongue along the opening made with his fingers.Oh God, he'd never tasted anything sweeter. It wasn't the sour smell he'd grown accustomed to with his wife and the old witch he'd been using since Martha had run off-it was beauty-pure, young, lovely beauty-and he licked lightly at her essence. It wasn't even sticky like honey, but like he could imagine nectar of the gods might be.His tongue licked at the fine hairs, and the sweet essence of her rosebud sex almost drugged him. He had to have more. Caution to the wind, he pulled more on the elasticized panties until there was room for his mouth to cover her sweet sex. His lips clamped down and his tongue shot into the tiny cavern.Holly's body almost rose completely off the couch. "What are you doing? Who-who is it?-Wha-what are you doing to meeeee-" her voice rose to a shriek.Bob reached up and clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, holding his arm along the length of her body. He raised his head, his lips damp with the juice that had started to flow from her untried vagina. "Be quiet, Holly. It's me, Bob. Be quiet! I won't hurt you. You're just like a little kitten and I want to pet you."His one hand covered her sex and he slid a finger into her cunt, gently at first and then with more force. Holly struggled. He was hurting her. "What is he doing to me?-It's wrong-oh, God, he's hurting me. Ohhhh! Awwww-" She clamped her teeth on his hand and he yelped and drew away.She jumped to her feet and over the edge of the couch, heading for the door, but he caught her around the waist and ground her tiny butt into his bulging front. One hand swept around her waist and the other caught her across the head so her mouth was covered. He wrapped one leg around hers and they fell to the floor. With his hand still over her mouth, his legs holding her prisoner, he slid his hand from her waist to her breasts. She fought wildly but his hand and arm covered both her nose and her mouth and she grew faint from lack of air.Bob took a few seconds to realize she'd stopped battling and had gone limp. "My God, have I killed her?-No-no, she's still breathing, she's just out. Oh, little baby, sweet little baby, I wouldn't hurt you for anything. I just want to taste you."He took the clothes off her, ripping the panties from her still body and pulling her thin summer dress over her head. Her white body fringed with tan arms and legs and that delectable triangle of vee-cunt hair was more than his sperm-filled prong could stand. He let it throb and stab against the girl's side like a giant hairless tree stump and tried to get between her legs.Too much time had gone by and his rod could stand no more. The pressure built up in his testicles and the semen was surging back and forth like water coming to a boil. "Ahhhgh-aw-o h h-o ooohhhhh, God, I'm cummm-I'm cummming-" and the first powerful jet' shot out of his prong like a cannonball to splatter on Holly's belly, across her breast and along the side of her face. He fell across her, nearly lapsing into unconsciousness himself as relief flooded his body.Holly awakened in a daze. She felt hot and sticky and weighted down. It was-"My God, it's Bob," she gasped and tried to pull away. "I don't have any clothes on-what will I do-oh, God, what's he done to me?-Let me up-get away." Holly writhed against the body holding her captive.Bob raised his head to look at her face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had turned her head. "Aw, little Holly, I didn't hurt you. You're okay-just a little mussed up. Stop your crying. You're all tensed up but I can take care of that." With this he swung his body around so his prong hung over her face. She closed her eyes but he reached back and yanked her face straight so his prick, limp and wet, was even with her mouth."Suck it-put it your mouth," he commanded."No," Holly whimpered-through clenched teeth. He gave her hair a vicious yank."Aw-" That was all she could say for his prick was in her mouth."Be careful now. Real careful. No teeth." Holly gagged. "Suck it nice and I'll take some of my weight off you so you can breathe easier. Okay ... now, just run your lips around the head-nice and easy-" he snarled. "Use your tongue."Holly felt waves of shame flood her and the prick growing in size in her mouth was like a gag. She nodded her head that she would do as she was told but she kept her eyes tightly clenched. Her tongue obediently licked and she gulped to keep the wetness from choking her. He had raised himself on his knees so only part of the organ was in her mouth. Satisfied that she was going to do as she was told, he lowered his mouth to her cunt."Open your legs ... damn it, open your legs," he demanded and pinched her cruelly on her tender thigh. Her legs swung open a little and he forced them all the way with his big hands. Once again his tongue flicked at the tiny clit and ran along the pink fur-lined slit all the way to her tiny pinched rosebud asshole. She tried to squirm away but his hands on each leg held her firmly and he pinched her when she stopped working her mouth. He clamped his mouth on her clit and ran a finger into her wet opening. She tightened her muscles and his prong jerked in her mouth. He finger-fucked her, gently at first and then harder, making his long finger probe deep into her tender opening.Oh, God, let me die, please, please, please let me die right this minute, Holly prayed.Nibbling at her clit with his teeth-and pausing to pinch her tender inner thigh when her mouth stopped its work-Bob worked another finger toward her anus. He dipped his finger first into her honey pot and then pushed the slippery juice as far as he could against the tight ass muscle. Not enough-he panted-not enough and he ran his tongue around the rubbery muscle, poking and prodding, licking and rubbing until his tongue made a small gain.Holly was weeping uncontrollably and the tears mingled with the white leakage from Bob's body. Her body writhed in protest at what he was doing but each twitch made it easier for him to drive his fingers deeper and deeper into her openings. She was speared by his now massive prick at one end and at the other end by the fingers which made her burn and ache like hell itself.Her warm, though unwilling mouth, had forced the blood into the head of his prick until it was too large for her tiny throat and he rammed against her tongue and mouth like a mad man. Purple and red lights flashed in his head as his testicles tensed for a volcanic explosion. His cum began spurting out like a hot liquid fire as though from a high pressure hose, spraying for what seemed an eternity.