Don Keye - Finding True Lust

I told her to wait a moment, and hurried to where I had the four boys stashed. After kidding with them a minute to relax them, I selected Dan Gallery and Tom Petrovic, and had them come with me. As we walked down the hall, I asked them point-blank how they'd like to have a couple of real women to make love to – not silly teenage girls. Their joyous response confirmed my first impression.

I put Tom in with Dottie and Agnes got Dan, and I then returned to the other pair of boys waiting for me. I told them I had to cancel their appointments, that I had just gotten too busy to take care of them today. I rescheduled them for the next day, and they departed.

Back in the lobby, I told Bob Cook I could take care of him now, and we went to my office. He accepted the highball and cigarette I offered, and we leaned back to chat. I asked exactly what his problem seemed to be.

"… so ever since my wife died ten years ago, I've had a pretty good thing going with the high-school girls. You gotta be careful, fucking 'em gets you in trouble, but if your luck holds up, and you're selective, it's great." He smiled. "I've been selling those magazines, you know – all the goodies. and then sometimes I move a few French ticklers and some small dildoes, and things like that. Hell, a drugstore sells everything but drugs and prescriptions nowadays, Doc. Incidentally, any prescriptions you run through my store, I'll give professional courtesy. You get a twenty percent kick-back. Keep it in mind – it adds up over the years."

"But anyway, as I was saying, I even used to use a little Spanish fly in some of the sophomores' Cokes at the soda fountain. In six minutes they'd be in the back room with me, asking if I had anything to take care of that awful itch. And I sure as hell did! Then you came to town. And, Doc, frankly, I haven't had any young cunt since a month after you hit this town. A real monopoly. Now don't misunderstand me, old man, I'm not monopolistic, or even competitive. I just want a piece of the action. And I mean a young piece," he grinned. "But no more high-school quiff stopping in my shop with the hots. No more tender snatch hanging around my soda fountain waiting for my rigid digit. Damn and double damn, Doc. You really shut off the fountain of youth. Well, hell, I always say, if you can't whip 'em, join 'em. So here I am, volunteering. Can you fix me up, old buddy?" He sounded plaintive and hungry and horny, but at least we had a common goal.

After lunch, I got a phone call from Betty. I had more or less designated her as a confidante and leader, and trusted her judgement as to the receptivity of the younger girls. She said that Susan Shaw, Jim Fieser's stepdaughter, was hot to trot and would like to try it. I told her to bring her over this afternoon, and we'd see what developed. I had Tony busy lining up other young boys, because I could see that the sisterhood of this town was spreading the word on their gossipy grapevine, and our happy group was pyramiding.

Harold Wilson phoned me and asked if I'd let Richardson, the undertaker, and Larson, a grocer, into the group. I told him to have them drop over. this afternoon at two and I'd try to fix them up.

When Betty and Susan came in, I sent them to my private office, locked the lobby up, and followed them. I saw they were undressing as I entered, and I was amazed at the rounded voluptuous body that young Susan displayed. Fluidly curved hips backed by firm asscheeks that narrowed to a tiny waist that was charmingly capped by a bouncy pair of full tits that would have done justice to any full-grown woman. Betty caught me involuntarily admiring Sue and laughed.

"Better than you expected, huh, Doc?" she asked, and I had to agree enthusiastically.

"I was telling her," Betty said, "about you, in pretty good detail, and I guess the only cock Sue has ever seen was Jim's, which is the only I know of that rivals yours, Doc, so she thinks it's normal for all men to be hung like horses. Boy, is she in for a big disappointment later on in life, huh?"

I disrobed and approached Sue, and we sat down on the sofa. I saw Betty across the room in my big leather chair, idly rubbing and fingering her scotch, and knew that as soon as I finished indoctrinating little Sue, and was able to get it up again, that I'd be expected to take good and total care of Betty, too. O.K. by me – can't get too much of a good thing, I always say.

I put my arm around the girl's shoulder and let my hand drop down over the large breasts that sprang so invitingly toward my cuddling touch. We leaned together, and the kiss she gave me, so soft and meltingly warm and clinging, made my cock start throbbing.

Her hand crept over my lap, but she didn't grab my tool, she just stroked the full length of its upper surface. The hot touch of her palm along its top was so tickly that it began rising of its own accord. She then tried to grip it in her tiny hand, but could only reach partway around it, so the other hand joined in. She seized it firmly like a baseball bat at the base, and lifted and lowered alternately on the skin. In no. time it was at full erection, with a good six inches protruding beyond her two-handed grasp.

"Now, Sue, honey," I said gently, "what you'd better do is blow me for a minute, while I play with you and warm you up, too."

I pushed her head down slowly toward my glans and she promptly placed her mouth over the head of my huge cock. I almost had to laugh aloud at her next gesture. She actually tried to BLOW! Betty saw what was happening and came over to the couch.

"Here, Sue, let me show you how to start," she volunteered. Her mouth replaced Susan's, and with a wide yawn she engulfed my flaring purple cockhead. As her tongue raced around the rim behind the head, I was describing to Sue exactly what she was doing, and why, and then, as Betty took longer and longer strokes into her mouth, and the big shaft was gradually disappearing a little more with each stroke, and her cheeks were in-and-outing, I saw Sue's head bob in rhythm with Betty's. I pushed Betty away and let Sue drop her sweet hot mouth down upon my prick.

"Aw, shit, Doc," Betty pouted ruefully, "I was trying to get you to come before you sent the second team in. I do the work and she gets the gravy. Nice way to treat a friend. Hey, I've got an idea. Here, Doc, you stand up in front of the couch, and Sue can blow you that way, and I'll still have a little something to play with. Fair enough?" she asked.

I agreed, and did as she asked, and when Susan slid forward to control her actions, I felt Betty kneel beneath my legs and gently cup and tickle my balls. Then I felt her penetrating little tongue explore the crack of my ass, and her lingual efforts soon concentrated on my sensitive and responsive asshole. I put my hands on Sue's head and guided her face back and forth on my rod. I could feel the racing touches of her hot tongue as it tingled along my rigid cock. I kept her from taking it all in it would surely gag her, with its tremendous length, which would be discouraging for future efforts, and it undoubtedly would make her jaws sore and tired for a while, and I wanted this session to last.

As I gazed down upon the vision of loveliness before me, my love slaves and obedient pupils, new thrills coursed through my mind and body. I knew that it would be only a matter of moments before I expressed my total passionate reception of their movements by ejecting my load of come into the girl's hot wet mouth. Betty had replaced her tongue with a couple of fingers, and was crooking them after entrance to massage my prostate. This did nothing to help my self-control, and I felt the stream of lust building up in my crotch. Sue was struggling to get more and more of my long cock into her already-overloaded mouth, and the vigorous tonguing and sensuous gripping of her slick cheek linings was driving me over the brink.